Read Promise Me for Free Online

lot.
    “Katie did?”
    Still looking off, Edna Skylar nodded.
    “You talked to her?”
    “For a second maybe.”
    “What did she say?”
    “That I couldn’t tell anybody that I saw her.”
    “And?”
    “And that was it. A moment later she was gone.”
    “Gone?”
    “On a subway.”
    The words came easier now. Edna Skylar told Loren the whole story, how she’d been studying faces while walking in New York, how she spotted the girl despite the appearance change, how she followed her down into the subway, how she’d vanished into the dark.
    Loren wrote it all down, but fact was, this figured into what she’d believed from the beginning. The kid was a runaway. As Ed Steinberg had already told Skylar, there had been an ATM withdrawal at a Citibank in midtown near the time she vanished. Loren had seen the bank video. The face had been covered by a hood, but it was probably the Rochester girl. The father had clearly been on the over-strict side. That was how it always was with the runaways. The too-liberal parents, their kids often got hooked on drugs. The too-conservative, their kids were the runaways with the sex issues. Might be a stereotype to break it down like that, but Loren had seen very few cases that broke those rules.
    She asked a few more follow-up questions. There was nothing that they could really do now. The girl was eighteen. There was no reason, from this description, to suspect foul play. On TV, the feds get involved and put a team on it. That doesn’t happen in real life.
    But Loren felt a niggling at the base of her brain. Some would call it intuition. She hated that. Hunches . . . that didn’t really work either. She wondered what Ed Steinberg, her boss, would want to do. Nothing, probably. Their office was busy working with the U.S. Attorney on two cases, one involving a possible terrorist and the other a Newark politician on the take.
    With their resources so limited, should they pursue what appeared to be an obvious runaway? It was a tough call.
    “Why now?” Loren asked.
    “What?”
    “Three weeks, you didn’t say anything. What made you change your mind?”
    “Do you have children, Investigator Muse?”
    “No.”
    “I do.”
    Loren again looked at the desk, at the credenza, at the wall. No family pictures. No sign of children or grandchildren. Skylar smiled, as if she understood what Muse was doing.
    “I was a lousy mother.”
    “I’m not sure I understand.”
    “I was, shall we say, laissez-faire. When in doubt, I’d let it go.”
    Loren waited.
    “That,” Edna Skylar said, “was a huge mistake.”
    “I’m still not sure I understand.”
    “Neither do I. But this time . . .” Her voice faded away. She swallowed, looked down at her hands before turning her gaze to Loren. “Just because everything looks okay, maybe it’s not. Maybe Katie Rochester needs help. Maybe this time I should do more than just let it go.”
    The promise in the basement came back to haunt Myron at exactly 2:17 a.m.
    Three weeks had passed. Myron was still dating Ali. It was the day of Esperanza’s wedding. Ali came as his date. Myron gave away the bride. Tom—real name Thomas James Bidwell III—was Win’s cousin. The wedding was small. Strangely enough, the groom’s family, charter members of the Daughters of the American Revolution, was not thrilled with Tom’s marriage to a Bronx-born Latina named Esperanza Diaz. Go figure.
    “Funny,” Esperanza said.
    “What’s that?”
    “I always thought I’d marry for money, not love.” She checked herself in the mirror. “But here I am, marrying for love and getting money.”
    “Irony is not dead.”
    “Good thing. You’re going to Miami to see Rex?”
    Rex Storton was an aging movie star they were repping. “I’m flying down tomorrow afternoon.”
    Esperanza turned away from the mirror, spread her arms, and gave him a dazzling smile. “Well?”
    She was a vision. Myron said, “Wow.”
    “You think?”
    “I think.”
    “Come on