File M For Murder

Diesel knew she was upset, and he put his paws on her leg and rubbed his head against her side. She was so distressed, however, she appeared not to notice him. Sean and I both got up and went to her. I had to lean over the cat to do it, but I wrapped my arms around her.

“It’s going to be all right, sweetheart. Kanesha is really angry over this, and she’ll put a stop to it. Nothing’s going to happen to you. Whatever nutcase did this will be behind bars soon.” Outwardly calm and soothing, I did my best to reassure her. But inside I could feel my guts roiling and my temper flaring. These threats against my daughter were causing me to have thoughts of violence I normally shied away from completely.

The glint in Sean’s eyes told me he was as furious as I was. The sender of that package had better hope neither Sean nor I got to him before the police did.

Laura soon calmed down, and Sean and I resumed our places.

“Sorry, Dad,” she said. “For a moment there it was all just too much.”

“You’ve been under a tremendous strain.” I regarded her with loving sympathy. “I hate that all this has happened, because you were so looking forward to the semester.”

Laura nodded. “I really wanted to see what teaching was like. It’s something I’ve been thinking about, but with all the craziness, I’m not sure I’m doing a very good job.”

“I’m sure you’re doing great.” Sean patted his sister’s shoulder. “As soon as this is all settled, you’ll be able to focus and maybe even enjoy the rest of the semester.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” Laura’s wistful tone tugged at my emotions.

“I’ve been doing research today, and it’s possible that what I’ve found out could have some bearing on the murders.” I didn’t want to upset Laura any further, but I needed to talk to her about Connor. I hoped Lawton had talked to her at some point about his childhood here in Athena and about his play.

“What have you found out?” Sean followed my lead well. He cut his eyes sideways at his sister, and I knew he was concerned about upsetting her, just as I was.

“Before I get to that,” I said, addressing Laura, “I need to ask you some questions, sweetheart. I know this could be upsetting to you, but I need to talk to you about Connor.”

Laura had a couple of sips of her beer before she responded to me. “It’s okay, Dad. I don’t mind. What do you want to know?”

I decided to start with his childhood, then move on to the play, because that seemed the logical sequence. Accordingly, I asked her, “Did he ever tell you anything about his living in Athena as a child?”

“Sort of,” Laura said with a frown. “When I first started seeing him, we had one of those talks where we discussed our families, you know, the kinds of things you always talk about at some point early in a relationship.”

Sean and I nodded encouragement, and she continued.

“He told me that his parents were dead—they were kind of older when he was born, in their forties, I think, and he wasn’t really planned. Anyway, he grew up in Vermont. His dad was an English professor there, and his mother taught piano. When I told him my father lived in Mississippi, he asked where. He laughed when I said Athena.”

She paused for more beer. “I asked him what was so funny about that, figuring he was going to say something smart-ass about the South, but instead he said he’d actually been born in Athena. His dad was a professor at the college, but they left when he was five or something.”

“That was an odd coincidence.” Sean drained his beer and retrieved another from the fridge. He checked to see if Laura wanted another, but she shook her head.

“Yeah, it was pretty weird,” Laura said. “He told me, though, that he had no clear memories of Athena, just some vague impressions of his room and the backyard where he played a lot. There was a family next door that he’d stay with sometimes when his parents went out of town. That was about it.”

That was disappointing. I was counting on the fact that he remembered much more about those years in Athena. I wasn’t actually sure why, though. The idea was still trying to form itself in the dim recesses of my brain. I’d have to let my subconscious do its work and then hope I figured it all out.

“Even when he came back here and started living here again? Surely that stimulated his memory?” Sean expressed my thoughts more quickly than I could.

“I was talking about that conversation, months ago in LA, when we first discussed that stuff.” Laura sounded impatient. “I hadn’t gotten to things he told me more recently.”

I was relieved to hear that. “Like what?”