‘I’m pretty sure he does.’
‘That’s impossible. David was already angry for a lot of reasons.
He didn’t have the easiest of lives. He was abandoned by two men he never knew. I didn’t need to tell him everything, so I only ever told him about Henry. I told him that Henry left me when I was pregnant, but I never told him that Henry wasn’t his father.
He asked if Henry made child support payments. Henry didn’t, and even though Father Julian offered to, I didn’t want his money.
He had ruined my life, and I never wanted anything to do with him. So all David knew was he had a dad who wanted nothing to do with him and wouldn’t help support him.’
‘Why’d you keep going to the church if you wanted nothing to do with Father Julian?’
She shrugs. ‘I know it doesn’t make sense. It’s just that, well, I kept thinking he’d leave the church behind to be with me. But he didn’t.’
And you never told Patricia of your affair with Father Julian?’
‘It wasn’t the sort of thing you went around telling. Perhaps these days, but not back then.’
‘Did David find Henry? Talk to him?’
“He wanted to. And that just made him angrier.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘It happened the same week I told David about him. Just one of those things, I guess. He wanted to visit Henry and talk to him because he thought Henry was his dad. He wanted to confront him, I suppose, but he never got the chance. Henry died that same week. It was an awful coincidence, and I guess David felt abandoned all over again.’
‘So when was the last time you saw him?’
‘I went to Patricia’s mother’s funeral. David came along, of course. David and Rachel met when they were kids through Patricia and me. It was one of those relationships you could see coming up before it ever started. Anyway, it was a few days after that I think Rachel disappeared. It was around the same time Henry died — I can’t remember exactly the details. I’d call David, but he’d never want to speak to me. After a while he stopped taking the calls. Time just kind of went by after that. To be honest I don’t really know what happened. The shock and the loss, I guess, but that’s when family should become closer, right?’
She stares at me for some kind of confirmation, and I slowly nod.
‘Except he was losing people — he lost Rachel, he lost a dad he thought he was about to meet. Yet these things seemed to rip us apart. Believe me, I tried. I really did. But there’s only so much you can do. David, well, he had his own life. He was in control of it and I couldn’t change his decision. Can you believe that?
I did the best I could, but in the end it wasn’t good enough and his anger towards being abandoned became anger against me, and, well … well, I should have told him sooner. If I had told him when he was a small boy, maybe he would still think of me as his mother and not some … I don’t know, monster or whore or incubator or whatever it is he thinks I am.’
My cellphone starts ringing.
“I should take this,’ I say, and pull the phone out of my pocket.
‘It’s important.’
I take a few steps back from the doorway and flip open the phone. I don’t recognise the number.
‘Hello?’
‘Yeah, man, it’s Oliver.’
‘Who?’
‘Oliver. You were just at my house?’
‘Oh, Studly.’
‘What?’
‘Nothing.’
“I got something for you.’
‘Yeah, money does the memory wonders, right?’
‘How do I know I’ll get it?’
‘Do I look like the kind of guy who would lie to you?’
‘Honestly man, you look like a guy capable of anything.’
‘Then maybe you should think about that and tell me what you remembered.’
‘Okay okay, dude, but you gotta gimme the other halves of those notes, man.’
“I guarantee it.’
‘I want them now’
“No, the only thing you want now is to not piss me off.’
‘Okay, okay. Look, David said something weird the other day, I mean, it might not mean anything, right, but this girl he was seeing. Like I said, he only just met her, right? So to me it seems a little odd he’d say that.’
‘You haven’t told me what he said.’
‘Oh, yeah, man, you’re right. Shit. My point is, who takes a person they’ve just met to a funeral? That’s what he said. He said he was taking her to a funeral on Sunday, but that’s weird, right? You don’t have funerals on Sunday. Anyway, that’s where he’s going to be tomorrow, though I don’t know what funeral.’
‘It’s Sunday today’
‘It is? Oh, shit, man, that’s awesome. Do I still get my money?’
‘No, because nobody gets buried on a Sunday’
‘Shit, man, that’s why it sounded so weird to me. But that’s what he said.’
‘Then you’re wrong. Unless …’ I look up at Fiona Harding.
‘I gotta go,’ I say, the message for both her and Studly.
I tuck the cellphone into my pocket and sprint to my car.
chapter fifty-seven