The second dream was far more disturbing. A woman was on her knees in the dirt digging frantically with her bare hands. Her thick dark hair hung down, covering much of her face. She was surrounded by utter darkness except for the flickering light of a single candle. It was obvious the woman was very distressed. I realized who it was from the sudden flash of reflected candlelight off the intricate gold brooch she wore on her bosom. It was Amalie. As I watched helplessly I realized that there was something just on the edge of the candle's light. It was a baby, wrapped in a blanket.
I was laying half asleep still thinking about the haunting image from my dream when it came back to me that I wasn't in my bed at home and remembered where I was and whose arm was draped across my body. I sat up with a jolt, waking Micah in the process. He blinked blearily up at me as I looked wildly around the room. Steve was still asleep in his little nest of blankets but Judy's was empty.
“Good morning,” Micah said with a sleep heavy voice. He reached up and pulled me gently down for a kiss. I couldn't help but smile. “Did you sleep ok?” he asked.
“I had some strange dreams. I need to go find Judy and tell her about them.”
“Ok, I think I'll just lay here and rest some more,” he said.
After a quick detour to the bathroom, I began looking for Judy. I finally found her in the back yard staring out at the creek.
“Good morning,” I said quietly, so as not to startle her as I walked up. She glanced over at me with a small half-smile.
“Did you dream?” she asked without preamble. I nodded. “Tell me about them.”
“I only remember two,” I said.
“Then those are the ones that are important. Tell me yours and I'll tell you what I saw.”
I took a deep breath and related the dreams as well as I could recall them. When I had finished she stood thoughtfully for a few seconds before speaking.
“It's all coming together now,” she said so softly I almost had to lean in to hear her. “The second dream fits in with what I saw. The first…well I don't understand where it fits at this time but I'm sure it must.”
“What did you see?”
“I saw Amalie. She was in the cupola and she was holding a baby in her arms. It was cold and one of the windows was missing a pane so the baby was wrapped tightly in blankets. She was staring out the windows although it was getting darker and darker and she couldn't possibly see anything even if there had been anything to see. Finally she turned from the windows and I could see that she had been crying. She walked to the stairs and started down but either she missed a step or she slipped or something because she suddenly pitched forward. The stairs are so narrow and she fell so suddenly she didn't have time to do anything. She landed on the baby with her entire weight. I didn't see anything after that but it had to have killed the baby.”
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
We stood for a while in a kind of horrified, saddened silence. Finally Judy spoke, “So now we know what happened, or at least part of it. Let's go tell the others what we've pieced together.”
I wasn't entirely clear what we had pieced together but I followed her back into the house. Steve and Micah were just coming downstairs.
“Who's up for some breakfast,” Steve was saying but as soon as he saw our faces he stopped abruptly. “What's wrong?”
“We have an idea of what happened,” Judy told him.
“What? How?”
“Killian and I saw some visions last night in our sleep. I think they were images of what happened in this house over a hundred years ago. I think Amalie became pregnant and had the baby here in the house, possibly even alone while the Captain was out to sea.”
“If the Captain was out to sea, whose baby was it?” Micah asked.
“She could have been pregnant when he left and they simply didn't know it. Or it wouldn't have been that uncommon for a young, beautiful woman left alone for much of the year to have a lover. Maybe it was his. There's no way for us to know at this point, although maybe that has something to do with Killian's first dream.” She quickly told them about the man in the boat and then finished up with the big news. “My dream and Killian's second dream are the ones that really brought the picture into focus, though. One night, after the baby was born, it seems Amalie was watching for the Captain's return in the cupola. She fell down the steps while holding the baby and it would appear the baby died. Killian saw her digging a hole, probably to bury the baby in.”
“Holy shit,” Micah said under his breath.
Steve wasn't ready to accept what she had told him just yet. “How do you know this is what really happened and not just a bunch of dreams brought on by circumstances?”
“It fits the facts we have and the feelings Killian and I have been having. In fact, I think she buried the baby in the basement.”
“What?” Micah and I exclaimed at the same time while Steve stared at her in silent horror.
“Why would she do that?” I gasped.
“It was winter, probably very cold outside. The ground may have been too frozen for her to dig or maybe she just wanted the baby close to her. She probably wasn't thinking very clearly. The baby I saw was very small, obviously not very old and post partum depression isn't a new phenomenon even if they didn't call it that back then.”
“So there's a baby buried in my basement?” Steve asked in a somewhat shaky voice. I knew how he felt.
“It seems likely. The only way to find out for sure is to dig.”
“What?”
“We'll have to dig and see.”
“And what if we do find something? What do we do then?”
“Well I suggest we have a minister hear when we do the digging. If we find the baby then common decency would demand that we rebury it. I would suggest maybe by its mother in the private cemetery right here on the property.”
Steve still looked like he could pass out at any second.
“How does this explain Amalie's haunting?” Micah asked.
“I think it explains it very well. Usually what we call a ghost is really a spirit that is caught in this plane, unable to move on for whatever reason. Maybe by choice or maybe it's simply caught in this one and doesn't fully realize it is deceased. Often a great trauma is the cause and what greater trauma is there than losing a child?”
“But Amalie didn't die right away,” I interrupted. “Would she still be that…emotional about the death of her baby months or years later?”
“Her baby died in her own arms, maybe she even blamed herself. Then her husband never returned. She probably lost the will to live and simply faded away.”
“But why come back? What's her unfinished business?” Steve asked, breaking out of his stupor.
For once Judy didn't have an answer ready on the tip of her tongue, but suddenly I thought maybe I did. “She can't leave the baby,” I said.
Everyone turned to look at me. “I don't think she meant to leave it buried in the basement. But then she didn't want to be away from it so she never moved it. And I bet she never even told anyone about the baby. If she was alone here in the house then no one would ever even know she had it. If anyone even knew she was pregnant then they would probably assume she'd miscarried since she had before. We know that she became reclusive after the Captain never came back, almost never leaving the house. When she died she was buried in the cemetery but she couldn't stand to leave the baby alone. I think that's what she's been trying to tell us. She wants us to know about the baby.”
The words had barely left my mouth when the sound of door after door being slammed shut began to reverberate throughout the house. It went on for several seconds and then a sudden silence descended on the house.
“Was that a sign?” Steve asked; his eyes as wide as mine felt.
A creaking sound from behind us caused us all to spin around in time to see the basement door slowly swing open.
“I think we can assume it was,” Judy said with satisfaction in her voice.
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We didn't stay in the house very long after that. It was a Sunday so I didn't have to go to work, but there was nothing really to do there now that we knew, or thought we knew, what was going on. Arrangements had to be made to dig up the basement floor and ideally the woods should be cleared before we did that in the event we did find a baby down there. I think we all wanted to be able to rebury it as quickly as possible. I wondered what exactly would be left of a tiny little baby after all this time. Probably not much more than a miniature skeleton. Would we even find that much? And what if we didn't? That would mean our whole theory was blown and we'd have to start from scratch. There was nothing I could do about any of that now and it was terribly morbid to think about. I decided I needed something to distract myself. I forced myself to think about something else. Of course, the first thing my brain latched onto was Judy's cryptic comments about someone lying to me.
It was someone who was important to the case, she had said. I had narrowed it down to Caleb, Finnegan and Asher. I desperately didn't want it to be Asher. I needed to go over my notes and probably talk to them again but I couldn't bear the thought of seeing Asher right now.
I went up to my room and got out the notebook that I had kept a running account of my investigation in, such as it was. I read over everything I had written, especially what each person involved had told me. I decided that it was possible Terry and Becky had lied, and if so then maybe they were the killers. I would start with them. If that came up bust I would move on to the main players.
I was half-way to the Haynes' house when I remembered that Caleb was staying with them and there was a good chance I'd run into him. I wasn't sure how I felt about that but decided it was too late to turn back now and besides, I'd have to talk to him sometime. I just hoped and prayed that Asher wasn't there too.
Someone must have heard my prayers because when I pulled up Asher's car wasn't in evidence. Becky must have heard my car pull up because she was at the door as I climbed out.
“Are you here for Caleb?” she asked as I walked up.
“Actually I'd like to talk to you if you don't mine.”
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Talk to me? Why? Caleb is out of jail, isn't this all over?”
“They still don't know who killed Ira Cohen,” I pointed out.
“Who gives a damn? We're all better off without him. Why do we have to dredge all this up again?”
“Because no matter how terrible a person Ira Cohen was, no one has the right to be a self-appointed judge, jury and executioner. That's murder. And besides all that, I think someone has lied to me in the course of my investigation and I don't like being lied to.”
“Are you saying I lied to you?”
“No, I'm not saying it was necessarily you. Was it you?”
“I don't have to stand here and listen to this.”
“Did you kill Ira Cohen because he was abusing Caleb?”
“This is insane! I would never kill anyone!”
“Mrs. Haynes, I know about your son.” I said in a softer tone. She froze and all expression left her face. I felt horrible but I forced myself to go on. “It couldn't have been easy moving in next door to an abusive father and his helpless son. I wouldn't blame you if you just couldn't take it anymore. You did it for Caleb, after all.”
“I didn't do anything for Caleb, not enough anyway, and not when he really needed it. We gave him a home when he needed it and he always knew he was welcome here anytime. We gave him food when he was hungry. We were here for him to talk to us if he needed to. But when it came down to really doing something, we never even confronted Ira. Maybe if we had done something more none of this would have happened.”
“There was nothing you could have done,” someone said from behind her. She turned around and I caught a glimpse of Caleb. His eyes locked on mine and I could feel the anger seething just barely below the surface. “You've done more than anyone would have ever expected you to. You come on back inside and rest. I'll talk to Killian.”
She moved in obediently and I wondered if she was used to following orders from the men in her life. Caleb took her place in the door way, then after thinking about it, stepped out and shut the door behind him.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?” he snarled.
“I'm trying to find out who killed your father.”
“The only reason I could possibly want to know that is to give them a medal. I heard that crap you told Becky, what a load of shit. Whoever killed him did the world a favor.”
“I can understand why you would feel that way, Caleb, but we have to find out who did this.”
“No,” he said firmly, “We don't. All Asher asked you to do was prove I didn't do it. And you did that. Thanks. Now just drop it and let us get on with our lives.”
“Why did Asher ask me to clear you? Why was it so important to him? Were you dating then?”
“He was my friend then, and that's it. He's a good friend, you would know that if you weren't so busy pushing him away. He tries to help his friends. Maybe you can't understand that because you don't know how to be a friend.”
I bit down on my lip so hard I thought it would bleed. I struggled to control my temper and managed, somehow, to succeed. “What happened between Asher and me is none of your damn business,” I said with an almost credible calmness. “It has nothing to do with this. So instead of talking about my relationship with Asher why don't you tell me about your relationship with Finnegan Byrne?”
“That's none of your damn business,” he echoed my words from just a moment before; whether it was accidentally or purposefully I wasn't sure.
“Actually, it is my business. You see, I've been thinking and one thing doesn't make sense to me. If you and Finnegan were lovers then what happened? Why are you suddenly with Asher? Did you get bored?”
“Finn told you we were lovers?” he seemed caught off guard.
“Yeah, that was his statement to the police, wasn't it? He told them you were lovers and that's why you went to his house that night you ran away from the group home.”
“No, he told the police we were friends.”
Now it was my turn to be caught by surprise. I was stupid not to have checked up on that. “He told me you were lovers.”
“Why would he tell you that?”
“Were you?”
He didn't answer right away. It was obvious he was weighing his options. I couldn't help but think that whatever he told me wasn't going to be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Finally he seemed to make up his mind.
“We had sex sometimes, but we weren't in love. It was just a physical release, we were horny and we were there and it just happened.”
“Spur of the moment with no planning?”
“Yeah.”
“Lucky for you then that you had condoms and lube on hand.”
“I may not be a boy scout but I'm always prepared.”
“Obviously.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
Instead of answering, I asked another question of my own. “How does Finn feel about your new relationship with Asher?”
“How would I know, we haven't talked about it.”
“So you just dropped Finn?”
“What do you mean dropped him?”
“He said you were good friends; that you confided in him. Now that you have Asher you don't need him anymore?”
“Look, I don't know what all Finn told you and I don't know why he told you what he did, but it's not like Finn and I were best friends. He was just there. We talked sometimes, we had sex sometimes, but that was as far as it went. I haven't had time to talk to him since everything happened and he got me released. I mean I thanked him and all but that's it.”
“So you're saying that Finn lied to me?”
“Not lied exactly, just stretched the truth a little; blew things out of proportion.”
I wanted to leave here and drive straight to Finn's but had a feeling that as soon as
I was out of sight Caleb would be on the phone. For a second the thought actually went through my mind to cut the Haynes' phone line, but then I decided I'd watched too many movies.
I immediately began formulating a plan in my mind. For it to work I had to throw him off course. “Ok, you're probably right. Or maybe I just misunderstood him. Look, Caleb, I want to apologize if I've come across too strong. It's been hard with you dating Asher now and all, you know? But I want Asher and me to stay friends and if that's going to happen then we need to get along too, so truce?”
I held out my hand and he eyed it dubiously, but finally took it. We shook hands but he pulled his hand back as quickly as he could as soon as I released it.
“I'm going to see Asher next,” I told him. “We have some stuff we need to work out. Thanks for talking with me and being honest with me.” I hoped I sounded sincere. He eyed me guardedly for a few seconds but I guess he finally decided I was being serious because he gave me a little nod and turned back towards the door.
“See ya, Caleb,” I called as I started back to the car. He gave me a little wave and let himself in. I was sure he was already heading for the phone.
I drove my car a little ways up the road until I was out of site and then quickly pulled into a dirt logging road that cut off to one site. I jumped out and made my way back to the old Cohen farm and let myself into the barn. I found a place to hide and settled in. Now it was just a matter of waiting to see if my plan worked and my hunch paid off.
Chapter 30
I was crouching in a musty corner of the barn behind a moldering pile of straw waiting to see if my plan would work. There was a very good chance I would get nothing for my efforts except a cramp in my leg. I was glad I didn't have allergies, because even without them my nose was starting to twitch. I warily watched a spider the size of a Volkswagen pick its way towards me across the ground and wondered if I was going to have to kill it and, if so, would I need a missile launcher to do so.
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