Restaurant,â he had explained carefully.
Henry had ended up having a sandwich and beer with Scott while they watched the game. At two-thirty Covey left. âViv should be finished now,â he had said.
But when Henry picked up Phoebe a half hour later, Covey was still in the reception area of the salon, waiting for his wife. When she finally came out, tremulously proud of the blond highlights in her hair, he had overheard Covey reassure her that he hadnât minded waiting at all, that he and Henry had watched the game together over lunch. At the time Henry had wondered if Scottâs omission of the meeting with Tina had been deliberate.
Maybe not, Henry thought now. Maybe he forgot because it simply wasnât important to him. Maybe it had all been Henryâs imagination that Covey had seemed nervous that day. Donât be a meddlesome gossip, he told himself as he sat with the detective. Thereâs no point in bringing this up.
What arenât you telling me? Nat wondered as he gave Henry Sprague his card.
11
M enley drove Adam to the Barnstable Airport. âYouâre very grumpy,â she teased as she stopped at the drop-off area.
A smile quickly cleared the frown from his face. âI admit it. I donât want to have to go back and forth to New York. I donât want to leave you and Hannah. I donât want to leave the Cape.â He paused, âLetâs see, what else?â
âPoor baby,â Menley said mockingly, taking his face between her hands. âWeâll miss you.â She hesitated, then added, âItâs really been a great couple of days, hasnât it?â
âSpectacular.â
She straightened his tie. âI think I like you better in cutoffs and sandals.â
âI like myself better. Men, are you sure you donât want to have Amy stay overnight with you?â
âPositive. Adam, please . . .â
âOkay, sweetheart. Iâll call you tonight.â He leaned into the backseat and touched Hannahâs foot. âStay out of trouble, Toots,â he told her.
Hannahâs sunny if toothless grin followed him as with a final wave he disappeared into the terminal.
After lunch, Adam had received an urgent call fromhis office. There was an emergency hearing scheduled to revoke the Potter womanâs bail. The prosecution claimed that she had made threats against her mother-in-law. Adam had expected to have at least ten days at the Cape before having to go back to New York overnight, but this seemed like a genuine emergency, and he decided it was necessary to handle it personally.
Menley steered the car out of the airport, turned onto the rotary and followed the sign to Route 28. She came to the railroad crossing and felt icy perspiration form on her forehead. She stopped, then glanced fearfully both ways. A freight train was far down the tracks. It was not moving. The warning lights werenât flashing. The gates were up. Even so for a moment she sat paralyzed, unable to move.
The impatient beep of car horns behind her forced her to take action. She jammed her foot on the accelerator. The car leapt across the tracks. Then she had to hit the brake to avoid slamming into the car ahead. Oh God, she thought, help me, please. Hannah bounced in the car seat and began to cry.
Menley pulled the car into the parking lot of a restaurant and drove to the most distant spot. There she stopped, got in the back and took Hannah from the car seat.
She cradled the baby against her and they cried together.
12
G raham Carpenter could not sleep. He tried to lie quietly in the king-sized bed that had long ago replaced the double bed he and Anne had shared in the early days of their marriage. As they were approaching their twentieth anniversary they had both admitted that they wanted more room and made the change. More room to stretch out, more free time, more travel. With their second daughter in college it was all