Insidious

by Aleatha Romig

  “You can’t…” he choked.

  “I can and I did.” I pulled my phone from my purse and found Maura Craven in my contacts.

  Speaking into the phone, I said, “Maura, dear, hello. I’m sorry to bother you. But I came to your husband’s office to talk about Stewart’s will, and dear, your husband is sick. He’s being too much of a man to admit it, but I’m worried.”

  I smiled toward Parker as Maura replied.

  When she was done, I said, “Yes, we will need to have that lunch. I think you should come and get him. We don’t want him working himself to death, now do we?”

  “Goodbye, dear.”

  I disconnected the call and leaned closer, lowering my voice. “One more thing: I heard the most interesting thing on television the other day. They were saying that it’s not smart to try to turn wild animals into pets. They said it can be dangerous.” I tilted my head to the side and scanned his pathetic, shivering body. “Oh, that was just some random trivia I wanted to share. Unfortunately, I think it might be too late for you.

  “I do want to thank you for calling me in here tonight. I would’ve hated to have missed this.” I pulled the generic Dom/sub contract from the folder and placed it on top. “You may want to shred this before Maura arrives. We don’t want her to know what a pencil dick she married.” I waved my fingers as I turned to leave. “This time, I’ll be the one running along. Goodbye, Parker.”

  I WOKE THE next morning to the ringing of my cell phone. MAURA CRAVEN flashed on the screen.

  “Maura,” I said sleepily. “What’s happening?”

  “Victoria, I’m sorry to call so early, but you need to get to Memorial Hospital right away.”

  My tired mind was suddenly wide awake. “God, Maura, is it my mother?” How would Maura Craven know about my mom?

  “What? No, Victoria, it’s Parker. He’s very sick. The doctors don’t know what’s wrong, but they want to monitor everyone who’s been in contact with him.”

  “Jeez, Maura, I’m sorry.” I sat up, assessing my body. After only a moment, I decided that I wasn’t ill; as a matter of fact, even my ass felt better. “I feel fine.”

  “Parker felt fine yesterday morning too. Now… oh… Victoria, now he can’t even breathe. His hair is falling out, and they have this tube thing in his throat. It’s awful.” I heard her holding back the tears.

  Oh, just like Stewart. “Maura, how are you?”

  “I’m beside myself, but physically, I’m well. Well, for now at least, but the doctors are monitoring me. Please come. Trish said you weren’t with Parker long, but if you start to have symptoms, maybe they can catch it early.”

  “I was five feet away.”

  “Was he coughing?” Maura asked.

  “Yes,” I admitted.

  “Victoria, please come, I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

  I closed my eyes. “Thank you, Maura. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

  Travis drove us to the hospital in silence, both keenly aware of our roles in this tragic chain of events. As the SUV approached the hospital, Travis reached out and touched my leg. “The fucker deserved this.”

  I nodded. “I know. I don’t feel bad for him; maybe I should, but I don’t. I’m not relishing the idea of facing Maura, but one day she’ll realize she’s better off without him.”

  “And his pencil dick,” Travis added with a lopsided grin.

  “Yeah, and his pencil dick.”

  “I had no idea it would work this fast,” Travis said as he searched for a parking spot.

  “Me either. I think the other one takes longer. I don’t exactly remember.”

  “The other one?”

  “It’s a red liquid. I think if it’s ingested, it works slower. The symptoms are noticeable, like the hair loss, but once it’s in the system it can’t be stopped. I used the powder. Val said it was toxic, that even a little was disastrous to the immune system. I may have overdone the amount I put in the gloves.”

  Travis looked at me, his gaze narrowing. “I’m glad the doctors are going to watch you. Are you sure you’re feeling all right?”

  I covered his hand that was still on my leg and sighed. “I am; even my ass feels better. If Parker got that sick, that fast, I think I’m in the clear.” Then I thought about Travis. “You didn’t touch anything… you’re not feeling ill, are you?”

  He shook his head. “No, like I said yesterday, I was going to clean up, but I decided to just leave it and get to you at the hospital.”

  “And you’re feeling…”

  “Mrs.… Victoria, I’m feeling well.” He parked the SUV. “May I escort you to the infectious-disease unit?”

  “Oh, Mr. Daniels, does that line get you laid, because it’s uniquely intriguing?”

  “No, believe it or not, it’s the first time I’ve used it. However,” he said with a gleam in his dark eyes, “I may hold on to it. You never know when it might come in handy.”

  “Indeed.” I pressed my lips together and searched for my mask of concern: the one I’d worn for months while nursing my dying husband. With the recent revelations, I felt less self-assured about what I’d done. As we walked through the doors of the hospital, I wondered if it was time for karma to bite me in the ass.

  With my façade securely in place, we arrived at the nurses’ station. “Excuse me. I’m Victoria Harrington, Mrs. Craven called—”

  The nurse’s eyes widened. “Yes, the doctors would like you to come back. We have an area with others. It’s a makeshift isolation.” She looked to Travis. “I’m sorry, sir. It’s only for those people—”

  “I was with Mrs. Harrington at Mr. Craven’s office last night,” he declared.

  “Oh, and your name?” she asked as she checked her list.

  “My name is Travis Daniels.”

  “Sir, I don’t see—”

  I turned my gray eyes toward the woman before me. “Ma’am, why would he lie? Will this makeshift isolation be that enjoyable that you have to stop the crowds from entering?” I obviously wasn’t making a friend, but I also wasn’t ready to be alone with Parker or anyone else without Travis.

  “No, ma’am. It’s just that by allowing Mr. Daniels entry we may be unnecessarily exposing—”

  “You needn’t worry. If Mrs. Harrington was exposed, then so was I,” Travis interrupted.

  Perhaps it was his size or his tone, regardless of the reason, after a brief look from Travis to me, and back to Travis, the nurse sighed and reluctantly led both of us through some doors and down a long hallway. After a few turns and a few more doors we came to a door with a lovely picture of three incomplete circles and a sign warning us to not enter without proper safety equipment.

  “You both may enter here.”

  I looked to Travis and raised my brows. Silently he nodded and we entered. Once inside, we were met by Trish and other members of the Craven and Knowles staff. “Trish,” I asked, “where is Mrs. Craven?”

  “She’s with Mr. Craven.” Trish’s eyes were red.

  “How are you feeling?” I asked, feigning concern.

  She nodded as she swallowed. “I’m fine. We all seem to be fine.” She assessed me. “And you?”

  I nodded.

  “I knew… yesterday… I just knew…” Trish’s words trailed away as another woman hugged her and led her away. Travis and I found two chairs. We sat as time crawled. Through a series of text messages with my sister, I learned that Parker had the hospital in an uproar. Whatever he had was progressing extremely fast. The good news was that no one else had gotten ill.

  As I was nearly asleep from boredom, the door opened and Senator Robert Keene entered. Immediately, his beady eyes found mine. Unconsciously, I reached for Travis who too had been lulled into a false sense of serenity. He sat taller as I offered sarcastically, “Senator, welcome to our party.”

  “Mrs. Harrington,” he acknowledged with a nod.

  “Senator, will your lovely wife be joining us?”

  “No, f
ortunately for her, it was only I who had a brief meeting with Parker yesterday afternoon. She wasn’t present.”

  I tilted my head to the side. “I would assume a man of your importance has a lot of meetings without your wife, or even perhaps without her knowledge.”

  He moved to the chair beside me and lowered his voice. “Mrs. Harrington, you would be wise to keep your knowledge to yourself. Parker told me about a new agreement—a new contract. It’s my understanding that once he’s well, certain business situations will be nullified.” He stared for a moment, moving only his eyes from my face to my breasts and back. “I must say, I’m also pleased to hear that your husband’s other obligations will continue to be met. Word is, the rules have changed.” He furrowed his forehead knowingly. “Are you comfortable sitting? Or would you rather stand?”

  It wasn’t only his words that made my skin crawl: it was his breath. I fought the urge to retch, not because I didn’t like the image of him covered in my vomit, but because I didn’t want the doctors to misconstrue my symptoms. Instead, I smiled appealingly, and leaned closer. With a whisper, I said, “It seems that Parker misinformed you. I have no idea what you’re talking about. And as for business, my husband’s business dealings will continue as he planned.”

  “Mrs. Harrington…” with each word his ruddy cheeks grew more and more red. “…I’m certain you don’t understand the connections—”

  I placed my hand on his. “Apparently, you don’t understand mine.” I tilted my head to the side and used my sweetest voice. “However, if you push me again, I will use them. Senator, as I’m sure you’re aware, blood is thicker than water.”

  “And I am—”

  “Water, Senator. Sheila is blood. I know more than you think. Don’t push me.”

  As he was about to respond, a woman entered our room wearing something that looked more like a space suit. “I need to take all of your vitals. Is anyone feeling ill?”

  “No,” a woman I didn’t know said. “This is silly. We’re all fine. When can we go?”

  “I would have said soon, but there’s been another case. I’m afraid everyone from Craven and Knowles is considered infected.”

  “Excuse me,” I said. “I’m not from Craven and Knowles.”

  “Neither am I,” Senator Keene interjected. “Who else is infected?”

  “I’m sorry. I’m not at liberty—”

  Trish began to cry. “It’s Mr. Phillips. Isn’t it?”

  My heart stopped.

  Before I could speak, Trish went on. “I couldn’t reach him this morning. Everyone else answered their phones. Not him. He was with Mr. Craven yesterday afternoon. I bet it was him.”

  “What do you mean he was with him?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. Mr. Craven had a meeting, and Mr. Phillips had a follow-up meeting. They used to do it all the time.”

  I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from changing my expression. My imagination was running wild. I told myself that it couldn’t be… it had nothing to do with the warehouse. I knew it didn’t. Brody didn’t know about that.

  A few hours later, still symptom-free, Travis and I were released. When we made it to the main information desk I asked, “Excuse me, I’m here to see Brody Phillips.”

  The woman searched her computer screen. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, Mr. Phillips can’t have visitors.”

  He was there. Oh my God!

  “Ma’am, are you friends or family?”

  “I’m a friend.” The word stuck in my throat.

  “We have no record of his family. If you have any information it would be helpful.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t. I’m sorry.”

  As I turned to leave, my eyes were met by my own gray. It was Val. “I wanted to catch you before you left,” she said, her tone soft.

  It was all too much. I closed my eyes. “Is it Mom?”

  “Yes.” She reached for my arm. “It’s not bad. It’s good. She’s awake and talking. She’s even talked to the police. She remembers everything. Her story is pretty far-fetched, but they’re listening to her.”

  I looked up to Travis’ dark eyes. We were both exhausted. I was worried about Brody, but I needed to see my mother. For the first time since I could remember, I wanted to see her. “I’ll go see her for a few minutes.”

  Val nodded. As we walked toward the elevators, with Travis a step behind, Val whispered, “She’s even had some interesting visitors.”

  I lifted my brow, silently imploring her to continue.

  “That man, the one who was at my apartment looking for you? Well, I guess he knows Mom. The nurses said that at first she seemed apprehensive, but I walked by and saw them talking. It was him and another man who looked a lot like him. I guess they were all right. Mom was smiling.”

  As we approached Mom’s room, Val’s pager went off. “I’m sorry. I’m needed somewhere else.”

  I tried to ignore the compassion-filled glance she shot my way as she walked quickly down the corridor. I approached the room, wondering if I’d see my mother and father together. It was a thought that only two days ago would’ve seemed preposterous. I opened the door and found Marilyn alone, sitting up, and looking out the window. When she turned toward me, I saw her tear-coated cheeks.

  “Mom, are you all right? What’s the matter?”

  Shaking her head, she looked away.

  I walked to her bed and sat on the edge. “I’ve contacted an attorney. His name is Phillips, Brody Phillips. He can help you.” I reached for her hand, praying that he could help her, that he wasn’t as ill as Parker: he couldn’t be. I reassured myself that there was no way for him to be exposed. When my mother didn’t respond, I reached for her hand. “Val told me that you spoke to the police. I know this whole thing seems absurd, but I believe your story.”

  Her moist gray eyes turned back toward me as her head slowly shook. “I’ve made so many mistakes. I was young and believed the stories I heard. I thought…” Her words trailed away as her petite body shuddered.

  Straightening my neck, I asked, “What? What Mother? What did you think?”

  She looked down to where my hand covered hers. Turning hers palm up, she laced her fingers with mine. “I thought he would reject you or that his family would hurt you. I’ve wasted so much time. I’m so sorry. I know you hate me and you should.”

  I inhaled, waiting to exhale. “Hate’s a strong word. There were times when it was probably appropriate, but not now.”

  She squeezed my hand. “He knows. Your father knows.”

  I nodded. “We spoke. He didn’t say that, not in so many words… but I got the feeling that he knew.”

  Her chin fell to her chest. “He said that he had no idea. He never even assumed that I’d lied about you until Stewart’s funeral. I thought he was there because of you.” She shook her head as her gaze met mine. “He wasn’t. It was a coincidence. He was there because of Stewart, but then he saw me with you. You look so much like him, he knew.”

  “But didn’t you say that Niccolo—”

  She nodded. “He apologized to both Carlisle and me. He said that he suspected, but when I produced the birth certificate, he didn’t pursue it. He never mentioned it to Carlisle.”

  I turned away, gazing around her hospital room. The sun still shone outside the window. As I scanned the small space, I noticed a suit coat draped over the corner chair. It was gray and I recognized it immediately.

  “Mom, did Brody Phillips come and see you last night?”

  As if pulling her from a fog of memories, she looked at me and her eyes cleared. “What? Phillips? Yes, the attorney you mentioned. He stopped by here last night. I was still pretty out of it. I’d just awakened. He said he’d come back. Why?”

  I tilted my head toward the chair. “I think that’s his.” I got up and walked toward the jacket. Reaching for it, I inhaled the fresh scent of clean sheets and my chest ached.

  “I don’t know,” she said. “I didn’t even see that. I’m sorry, Victor
ia. I’m sorry for so many things.”

  I hugged the jacket as my thoughts went back to Brody. “Mom, we’ll talk more. You need your rest.” I looked toward the door and saw Travis’ broad shoulder through the small windowpane. “I think I need to go home.”

  “Victoria?”

  The sadness in her tone pulled me silently to her.

  She reached for my hand. “You were supposed to be born.”

  I straightened my neck as I swallowed the emotions bubbling up from the pit of my stomach. It was a direct contradiction to what I’d heard all of my life. In one sentence she was telling me that I was wanted, that I wasn’t a killer, but she was wrong. I was a killer. I’d killed my twin, Stewart, and soon Parker. I couldn’t respond. A renegade tear fell from my gray eyes as I turned toward the door.

  When I stepped into the hall, I found Val standing by Travis. Both of their expressions were grim. I braced myself, unsure of what was happening. All I knew was that I didn’t think my emotions could take anything else. “What?” I asked, Brody’s jacket hanging over my arm.

  Val shook her head. “I wanted you to know that I’m sorry.”

  Did she know about our fathers? Did she know that they were different? “You’re sorry about what?”

  Travis took a step back as Val put her arm around me and lowered her voice. “The other day, I read the name on your phone. The night you were flipping out… I may have searched your text messages. I know that Brody Phillips was Horizontal-Friend.”

  “What do you mean, you’re sorry?” I gasped. “What do you mean was?”

  “We don’t know what happened. The CDC suspects some kind of homegrown terrorism, maybe a disgruntled client. They’re checking into all the business dealings of Craven and Knowles. Vik, the reason I was called away as you came up here was because they were notifying all of the doctors that both Parker Craven and Brody Phillips are dead.”

  “No,” I whimpered. Tears fell and my chin sagged to my chest as I surrendered the valiant fight I’d been battling with my emotions. It was all too much. I tried to form thoughts into sentences. “No. There’s been some mistake.”