Grave Secret

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  Another exciting night in the life of corpse-reader Harper Connelly, I thought. And I was happy that this was so.

  Chapter Four

  WE were scheduled to take Gracie and Mariella skating that next afternoon, Sunday, but not until two p. m. On Saturday mornings they had to pick up their rooms and do chores before they could go anywhere, and on Sundays they had church and lunch as a family. These were ironclad rules of Iona 's. And not bad ones, I thought. I'd run and showered and was about to dress when Tolliver's cell phone rang. He'd been lazy and was still in bed, so I answered it.

  "Hey, this must be Harper. "

  I recognized the voice. "Yeah, Tolliver's not up yet, Victoria. How's it going?"

  Victoria 's great-grandparents had been the immigrants. Victoria, born and bred in Texas, didn't have a trace of an accent. "It's good to talk to you," she said. "Listen, nothing new on your sister, I'm sorry to say. I'm calling about the clients you-all referred to me. The Joyces. "

  "They already got in touch?"

  "Honey, they already been here in my office and wrote me a check. "

  "Oh, good. But I can't take any credit for the referral. Tolliver was the one who told them your name and gave them your phone number. "

  "That's what Lizzie said. That woman, she's Texas all the way through, huh? And the sister, Kate? I think she's interested in your brother. "

  "He's not my brother," I said automatically, though I called him that myself about half the time. I took a deep breath. "In fact, we're engaged," I said.

  Tolliver rolled over and fixed me with a sharp eye.

  "Oh. . . well, that's just. . . great. Congratulations to the two of you. " Victoria didn't sound thoroughly delighted. Had she been interested in Tolliver herself?

  "Let me know the date of the wedding and where you're registered, okay?" Victoria said, more brightly.

  "We haven't planned that far ahead," I said, thrown off balance and scrambling to get my conversational feet back under me. "You need to have a word with Tolliver? He's right here. " Tolliver was shaking his head no, but he took the phone from me with a dour look when Victoria told me she'd like to talk to him.

  " Victoria, hey. No, I was awake. Yeah, we're together. We haven't set any dates, though. We'll pick a date soon. No hurry. " And he gave me a significant nod, looking right into my eyes.

  Okay, got it, Tolliver. No pressure from you. Except who'd told Iona we were getting married in the first place? I turned my back on him and bent to rummage in my suitcase for clothes.

  After a second, I felt a finger stroking in a very interesting place. I froze. Stealth-attack sex. This was something new. My body decided that I liked this, and didn't pull away and slap Tolliver's hand. The stroking grew more aggressive, more rhythmic. Oh, oh, oh. I wiggled. Then I felt the warmth of him behind me. Though he was still talking to Victoria, he was sounding more than a little distracted.

  "Yeah, I'll call you back," he said. "I've got another call coming in. "

  The phone snapped shut. Something more substantial replaced the fingers.

  "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

  "Yeah," I said, and reached out to brace my palms against the wall. And then the sharp upward curve of his penis pushed into me, and we rocked together.

  Tolliver was all about keeping things fresh.

  I hadn't been very experienced when we admitted we were interested in each other. But I was learning a lot from him, and the adventure of it was giving me a whole new light on his nature. I'd thought I'd known him so well that he couldn't surprise me. I'd been wrong.

  I gave a sharp cry, a sound I was startled to hear coming from my own throat, and he echoed it a second later.

  "Why do you think Victoria called?" I asked, when I could talk. We'd collapsed on the bed after disengaging, and we were wrapped around each other in a very happy way. "It seems a little off base that she'd just call to say thank you. An email or a text would have been more in line. " I kissed his throat.

  "She was always fascinated by you," Tolliver said, and that was completely unexpected.

  "Ah. . . that way?"

  "No, I don't think she's gay or bi. I think she just finds your ability, and the whole thing with the lightning, really interesting. Maybe even fascinating. Over the past few years, Victoria must have asked me a hundred questions about how you do what you do, what it feels like, what the physical effects are. "

  "She's never asked me anything. "

  "She told me once that if she asked you questions, you might think she thought you were a freak or had some kind of disability. "

  "Like I was in a wheelchair or had a big birthmark on my face? Something I might feel self-conscious about?"

  "I think she was showing sensitivity about hurting your feelings or making you feel different. I think Victoria kind of holds you in awe. " Tolliver sounded a little chiding, which maybe I deserved. After all, if Victoria had been trying to spare my feelings, I shouldn't disparage her efforts.

  "It just seems strange she wouldn't want to come right to the source. " By which I was hinting that I thought Victoria had wanted reasons to talk to Tolliver, rather than that she was genuinely interested in my little problem.

  "Maybe she had both things in mind," Tolliver said, admitting and giving due credence to my suspicion. "But I don't think she's ever been very interested in me. It was you. I think Victoria has a kind of mystical streak. I think your ability feeds into that. "

  "Like seeing the Virgin Mary on a piece of toast, or something?"

  "Something. "

  "Hah. " I turned that over in my head. "Then she should come to a cemetery with us, if she's so interested. See firsthand. She's been a lot of help to us over the years. I wouldn't mind. "

  It was Tolliver's turn to be surprised. "Okay, I'll tell her. I'm sure she'd really get into that. "

  He rubbed his chin against the top of my head. I stroked my thumb across one of his flat nipples. He made a little noise of pleasure. I told myself I should get up to shower, since we had to go soon to meet the girls, but I put it off for a few more minutes. We had time. I tried to imagine taking Victoria Flores with us when we went to a cemetery. It would have to be when we didn't have a job set up, when I was visiting to. . . okay, I know this sounds very strange, but if I haven't had a job in a while, I go to a cemetery to keep in shape. With my strange ability.

  Having Victoria there would feel funny, but I didn't think her presence would bother me. "So, she has computer skills, I guess, since most private eyes have to these days," I said.

  "We still talking about Victoria? Yeah, I think so," Tolliver said. "She's mentioned a tech guy who works with her part-time. "

  I lay there thinking, while Tolliver got up and showered and dressed.

  Victoria Flores had suddenly become a lot more interesting to me.

  I wondered if she'd find the missing baby, the baby we weren't even sure existed. Whether or not Mariah Parish had borne a living child shouldn't make a bit of difference to me, but I found myself rooting for the Joyces to track down the baby. I suspected that child might not be their grandfather's offspring. On second thought, if the girls had been so ready to believe Richard Joyce had fathered a child with his caregiver, maybe the baby had been his. But Lizzie and Katie hadn't been looking in the direction I'd been looking when I told them what had killed Mariah Parish. I'd been looking at their brother and Lizzie's boyfriend, and they'd looked mighty damn worried. About what, I didn't know, and I might never find out. But I hoped Victoria would.

  Maybe they'd both had sex with Rich's caregiver. Maybe one of them had impregnated her. Or maybe they were guilty of helping to bury the baby or put the baby up for adoption.

  Whatever the brother-Drexell, his name was-had done, I realized it was no concern of min
e, and that the search for the whereabouts of baby Parish was not up to me and not in my area of expertise. . . unless the baby was dead. I thought of proposing I help Victoria look for a dead child. But infants were the hardest. They had so little voice. They registered more strongly when they were buried with their parents.

  I abandoned thought of the possible child, possibly dead, in the scramble to get ready to pick up the living children that we were kin to. Both girls ran out to our car when we pulled into the Gorham driveway. They seemed happy, looking forward to the afternoon.

  "I got an A on my spelling test last week," Gracie said. Tolliver told her how good that was, and I smiled. But as I looked into the backseat at her, I noticed Mariella was silent and looked a little dampened.

  "What's up, Mariella?" I asked.

  "Nothing," she said, which was obviously untrue.

  Gracie said, "Mariella has to stay after school and do extra work tomorrow. "

  "Why, Mariella?" I made my voice matter-of-fact.

  "The principal said I caused trouble in class. " Mariella wasn't looking at me.

  "Did you?"

  "It was that Lindsay. "

  "Lindsay is a bully," Gracie said. "We're not supposed to let people bully us, right? That's bad. " Gracie looked self-consciously righteous.

  I wanted Gracie to butt out. "We'll talk about it later," I said, and I thought Mariella relaxed a little bit. I wasn't used to problems like this; I wasn't used to children. But I recalled that at Mariella's age, this would have been an all-consuming issue.

  When we got to the skating rink, Tolliver gave me a questioning look, and I inclined my head toward Gracie. "Come on, Gracie, let's go get our skates," he said, and she hopped out happily and held his hand as they walked to the door.

  Mariella got out, too, and we walked more slowly behind them.

  "So, tell me," I prompted.

  As I'd expected, it wasn't a huge thing. Lindsay had said something ugly to Mariella about being adopted because her dad was in jail. Mariella had punched Lindsay in the stomach, which from my point of view was the correct and proper response. From the school's perspective, apparently Mariella should have begun crying and gone to her teacher to complain. I liked Mariella's reaction better. This led me to a dilemma. Did I go with my gut, or support the school's position? If I'd been a real parent, I might have known the right answer. As it was, I took a deep breath and began to fumble my way through.

  "That was really ugly of Lindsay," I said. "You can't help what your birth dad did. "

  Mariella nodded, her jaw set in a very familiar way. The image of Matthew, I couldn't help but notice.

  "That's what I said to the principal," Mariella told me. "That's what Mom told me to say. I guess that's what I should have said to Lindsay. She just made me feel so bad. "

  I thought the better of Iona for preparing Mariella for the cruelty of other children. "I probably would have hit Lindsay, too, in your situation," I said. "On the other hand, every time you hit someone you're going to get into trouble. "

  "So hitting is wrong?"

  "It's not the best way to solve a problem," I hedged. "What could you have done instead?" That seemed appropriately touchy-feely.

  "I could have told the teacher," Mariella said. "But then I'd have to talk to her about my birth dad, and she'd get that funny look on her face. "

  "True. " Hmmm.

  "I could have walked away, but then Lindsay would have done it again. "

  "Also true. " Mariella was more insightful than I'd ever imagined.

  And she was really enjoying talking to someone who didn't tell her God would solve her problems.

  "I could have. . . I can't think of anything else. " My sister waited for my reaction.

  "Neither can I. I guess you had an impulse, and you acted on it, and it didn't turn out well for you. What happened to Lindsay?"

  "She lost four recesses," Mariella said. "For being a bully. "

  "So that was good, right?"

  "Yeah. But it would have been better if she'd kept her mouth shut in the first place. "

  Whoa. Little warrior woman. "You're right about that. It's not your fault that your birth dad used drugs. You know that. But there are some kids who don't understand what it's like to have parents who do bad things. Those kids are lucky, but they can't seem to get that it's nothing you want to talk about. They just know it'll make you feel bad. So when they want you to feel bad, that's the first thing they're going to throw at you. " I took a deep breath. "We went through that, too, Mariella. Tolliver and me. When you were really little. Everyone at the school knew how crappy our parents were. "

  "Even the teachers?"

  "Maybe not the teachers. I don't know how much they guessed. But the other kids, they all knew. Some of them bought drugs at our trailer. "

  "So they said mean stuff to you?"

  "Yeah, some of them. Others thought we were doing the same bad stuff your mom and dad were. Drugs and stuff. "

  "Sex stuff?"

  "That, too. But the kids who thought we were the same as our folks? Those were the kids that didn't really know us. We had friends who knew better. " Not too many, but a few.

  "So, did you date?"

  Whoa! She wasn't even having periods yet. Right? I almost panicked. "Yes, I dated. And I never went out with a boy who thought I was going to have sex with him right away. The more careful you are, the more reputation you get for being the other way, being very. . . "