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“When we were going out to Cloud Gap on the Riv, Dave mentioned that you found a trunk in<br />
storage at Concetta’s building.”<br />
“Yes. My mother’s. I had no idea Momo had saved some of her things.”<br />
“Dave told John and me that she was quite the party girl, back in the day.” It was actually Abra<br />
that Dave had been talking to, via telepathic link, but this was something Dan felt it might be better<br />
for his newly discovered half sister not to know, at least for the time being.<br />
Lucy flashed Dave the reproachful look reserved for spouses who have been telling tales out of<br />
school, but said nothing.<br />
“He also said that when Alessandra dropped out of SUNY Albany, she was doing her student<br />
teaching at a prep school in Vermont or Massachusetts. My father taught English—until he lost his<br />
job for hurting a student, that is—in Vermont. At a school called Stovington Prep. And according to<br />
my mother, he was quite the party boy in those days. Once I knew that Abra and Billy were safe, I ran<br />
some numbers in my head. They seemed to add up, but I felt if anyone knew for sure, it would be<br />
Alessandra Anderson’s mother.”<br />
“Did she?” Lucy asked. She was leaning forward now, her hands on the console between the front<br />
seats.<br />
“Not everything, and we didn’t have long together, but she knew enough. She didn’t remember the<br />
name of the school where your mother student-taught, but she knew it was in Vermont. And that<br />
she’d had a brief affair with her supervising teacher. Who was, she said, a published writer.” Dan<br />
paused. “My father was a published writer. Only a few stories, but some of them were in very good<br />
magazines, like the Atlantic Monthly. Concetta never asked her for the man’s name, and Alessandra<br />
never volunteered it, but if her college transcript is in that trunk, I’m pretty sure you’ll find that her<br />
supervisor was John Edward Torrance.” He yawned and looked at his watch. “That’s all I can do right<br />
now. Let’s go upstairs. Three hours’ sleep for all of us, then on to upstate New York. The roads will be<br />
empty, and we should be able to make great time.”<br />
“Do you swear she’s safe?” Lucy asked.<br />
Dan nodded.<br />
“All right, I’ll wait. But only for three hours. As for sleeping . . .” She laughed. The sound had no<br />
humor in it.<br />
9<br />
When they entered Concetta’s condo, Lucy strode directly to the microwave in the kitchen, set the<br />
timer, and showed it to Dan. He nodded, then yawned again. “Three thirty a.m., we’re out of here.”<br />
She studied him gravely. “I’d like to go without you, you know. Right this minute.”<br />
He smiled a little. “I think you better hear the rest of the story first.”<br />
She nodded grimly.<br />
“That and the fact that my daughter needs to sleep off whatever is in her system are the only things<br />
holding me here. Now go lie down before you fall down.”<br />
Dan and John took the guest room. The wallpaper and furnishings made it clear that it had been<br />
mostly kept for one special little girl, but Chetta must have had other guests from time to time,<br />
because there were twin beds.<br />
As they lay in the dark, John said: “It’s not a coincidence that this hotel you stayed in as a child is<br />
also in Colorado, is it?”<br />
“No.”<br />
“This True Knot is in the same town?”