Where Are You Now?

I called Elliott’s cell phone. The fact that he did not say my name and in a low voice promised he’d call me back told me that Mom was within earshot.

When he did call back half an hour later, I could not believe what he told me. “Your Detective Barrott came here looking to talk to your mother. I told him we would have our lawyer present, but then Olivia screamed at him something like, ‘Don’t you realize my son had a breakdown? Don’t you understand he’s not responsible for any of this? He’s sick. He doesn’t know what he’s doing.’”

My mouth was so dry I could only whisper, though there was no need to. “What did Barrott say?”

“He verified what your mother said, that she believed Mack may be mentally ill.”

“Where is Mom now?”

“Carolyn, she was so hysterical, I called a doctor. He gave her a shot, but he feels she should be under observation for a few days. I’m driving her up to a wonderful sanitarium in Co

“What place?” I asked. “I’ll meet you there.”

“It’s Sedgwick Manor, in Darien. Carolyn, don’t come. Olivia doesn’t want to see you, and it will only upset her more if you insist on visiting her. In her mind, you’ve betrayed Mack. I promise I’ll take care of her and I’ll call you back as soon as she is settled in there.”

I could do nothing but agree. Nothing could be worse for Mack than having Mom telling the police again that she’s sure he’s insane. When I clicked off, I went into my bedroom and got out Mack’s tape and played it while I studied the scrap of paper on which he had printed the ten words he had written to Uncle Devon. “UNCLE DEVON, TELL CAROLYN SHE MUST NOT LOOK FOR ME.” I listened to his voice: “When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, and trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries.”

I could only imagine Barrott’s reaction if he was able to get his hands on that note and tape after hearing Mother’s outburst. I had barely finished that thought when the concierge phoned to say that Detective Gaylor was on his way up. “I’m sorry, Miss Carolyn, he wouldn’t let me a

Before the bell rang, I frantically called Thurston Carver, our criminal defense lawyer, on his cell phone. He told me, as he had when we met at his office, that I could not refuse to turn over what was ordered in the subpoena.

When I opened the door for Detective Gaylor, he handed me the subpoena, his ma

After he left, I slumped into the nearest chair and again heard myself repeating over and over in my head Mack’s taped quotation, “I all alone beweep my outcast state…” Finally, I got up, walked to my bedroom, and emptied the bag I had started to pack. It was obvious that any plans I had been making to drive up to Martha’s Vineyard would have to be postponed. I was so deep into concentrating on what my next logical move would be that I didn’t realize my cell phone was ringing. I rushed to pick it up. It was Nick, about to leave a message. “I’m here,” I said.

“Good. This would have been a convoluted message. Carolyn,” he said, tersely, “I think you should know that I’ve just been named a person of interest in the disappearance of Leesey Andrews. I see from the papers that the cops’ other theory is that Mack has been ru

He didn’t give me a chance to reply before he said, “I’m flying to Florida this morning for the second time this week. My father’s been in the hospital. He had a mild heart attack yesterday. I expect to be back tomorrow. Barring any reason I have to stay in Florida, can we have di

I told him that I hoped his father would recover quickly, and that yes, tomorrow night was fine. I held my cell phone to my ear for a few moments after Nick clicked off. My mind was a mess of conflicting emotions. The first one was that I acknowledged to myself I’d never gotten over my crush on him, that all week I’d been hearing his voice, remembering the warmth I’d felt sitting across the table from him the other night.

The second reaction was to wonder if Nick was playing some kind of cat and mouse game with me. The D.A.’s office had named him a “person of interest” in Leesey Andrews’s disappearance. I knew that was very, very serious, practically an accusation of guilt. But the police also believed he might be helping me to protect Mack. Nick had not contacted me all week, even though Mack’s name had been in the headlines. When we had di

Had Nick really been named a person of interest? Or was it just a device suggested to him by the police to disarm me? And was Nick, close friend of his former roommate-turned-criminal, now hoping to use his influence to persuade me to turn Mack in if he contacted me again?

I shook my head, as if to clear it of all these questions, but they didn’t go away.

Worse still, they didn’t lead me anywhere.

47

D r. David Andrews had not left his home in Greenwich since the phone call from Leesey came in. Sleepless, and now a gaunt shadow of the man he had been before his daughter’s disappearance, he kept a vigil by the phone, grabbing it at the first ring every time it rang. He always carried the portable receiver from room to room with him. When he went to bed at night, he placed it on the pillow next to his head.

When he did get a call, he immediately cut the conversation to a few words, explaining that he wanted to leave the line open in case Leesey called again.

His housekeeper of twenty years, who usually left after lunch, began staying into the evening, trying to get Dr. Andrews to eat something, even if it was only a cup of soup or coffee and a sandwich. He had made it clear to his friends that he did not want anyone to tie up the line, and refused to allow them to stop by and see him. “I’m better off if I don’t feel obliged to keep up a conversation,” he told them.

On Saturday morning, Gregg took Zach Winters down to Larry Ahearn’s office, but as he sat in while Ahearn interrogated Zach, he saw his story about seeing Leesey get into the black Mercedes SUV begin to unravel. Zach had said that he hung around on that block for about half an hour, but the employees of the Woodshed, who left only a few minutes after Leesey, all swore they hadn’t seen him on the street. He admitted that he was a chronic drunk who had once been thrown out of the Woodshed when he came in and tried to panhandle the customers. He admitted that he was angry at Nick DeMarco, the owner, for having him thrown out, and that he knew Nick owned a black Mercedes SUV.

After the lengthy interrogation, Gregg drove Zach back to where he had found him. Exhausted, Gregg went straight to his apartment and fell asleep until nine o’clock Sunday morning. Then, feeling clearheaded and focused again, he showered, dressed, and drove to Greenwich.

The change in his father in the one week since he had last seen him was shocking. His father’s housekeeper, A