Plain Jane
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Back in college, Jane Lewis would have given anything to be like homecoming queen Connie Bryan. Instead, she was just Plain Jane—a painfully shy wallflower no one would remember. Today, lovely and confident Dr. Jane Lewis has a thriving therapy practice, her own radio talk show, a beautiful old Louisiana mansion, and her affectionate, goofy dog, Olive, to keep her company. The only thing missing is someone to share her life.
Jane has never forgotten Michael Sorenson, the boy she’d admired from afar in college. Now he’s inspiring her to hope for a future together. She’s also never forgotten the brutal, unsolved attack that ended Connie Bryan’s life. Suddenly, the present collides with the past as clues about the identities of Connie’s attackers send Jane into a world of risk and excitement, challenging her to become a truly extraordinary woman . . . if she dares.
“A tribute to the author.”
—People
Fern Michaels
FERN MICHAELS is the USA Today and New York Times bestselling author of the Sisterhood, Men of the Sisterhood, and Godmothers series, as well as dozens of other novels and novellas. There are over one-hundred ten million copies of her books in print. Fern Michaels has built and funded several large day-care centers in her hometown, and is a passionate animal lover who has outfitted police dogs across the country with special bulletproof vests. She shares her home in South Carolina with her four dogs and a resident ghost named Mary Margaret. Visit her website at www.fernmichaels.com.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Plain Jane by Fern MichaelsJane and Connie are on their way back to the dorms when several men pull them off into the bushes and Connie is raped. She's the head cheerleader and most popular and is to be wed to the football hero. They didn't want Jane she's overweight and ugly the men say.What happens next you can never imagine. Many years later Jane is now a psychiatrist and not only has a practice but a radio call in show where she talks others through their problems. She's had enough of the career and now wants to change and run a doggy care business.She collects clues to solve the mystery. She has a love interest Mike that not only helps with her career choices but her whole life.The house she lives in also is haunted and many a night she's awakened telling her she needs to call or do something...Tragedy occurs and she let a friend, Betty down...and now a stalker is on her trail...Love hearing how the other couple helps with the dogs as they are rescued and cared for.
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Plain Jane - Fern Michaels
Prologue
Louisiana State University
Baton Rouge, Louisiana, 1988
Jane Lewis closed her book and heaved a huge sigh. If she didn’t know the material now, she would never know it. She rubbed at her aching eyes with the palm of her hand, confident that she would ace her last final in the morning. She looked down at her watch and sighed again. She’d spent the entire day and evening in the library without eating. She realized suddenly that she was hungry, starving actually. Another sigh escaped her lips when she thought about the weight she’d put on since coming here to LSU. Forty pounds to be exact. She was going to work out and take off the entire forty plus ten more this summer if it was the last thing she did. It probably would be, since she was so out of shape.
Jane turned when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Is your name Jane and are you in Acadian Hall?
Yes, I’m Jane Lewis. I’ve seen you from time to time, but we were never introduced,
Jane said, standing up to offer her hand.
"Connie Bryan. I’m on four. You’re five, I think. I was wondering if you would mind if I walked with you if you’re going back to the dorm. It’s late, and I hate walking alone. I hate to admit it, but I’m a real scaredy cat."
Sure,
Jane said, gathering up her books. Connie Bryan was everything she ever wanted to be but could never be—petite, blond, 105 pounds, and so popular she’d been voted Homecoming Queen. She dated the star quarterback and rumor had it they were getting married in June.
You ready for graduation, Jane? I have two finals tomorrow, and that’s it. How about you?
Connie asked, falling into step beside Jane.
Jane blinked at the girl’s obvious friendliness. My last final is at eight. I feel pretty good about it. Is it true you’re getting married after graduation?
Yes. My mama is planning the wedding as we speak. She told me she was addressing the invitations tonight. The last fitting on my gown is Saturday. I can’t wait. All I want to do is get married and have a whole houseful of children. Todd does, too. I’m going to teach for a year or two before we start our family. How about you, Jane?
I’m going on to medical school. Tulane. I’m anxious about that. I don’t think I’m marriage material, at least not yet. I want a career.
Commendable. Four years of college is enough for me. Do you have a specialty in mind?
Pediatric medicine. I might switch up and just do general medicine. I’m not sure. Do you mind if I ask you a question ?
Connie laughed. It’s really dark out here, isn’t it? Gives me the creeps. I’m so glad you’re walking with me. What’s the question?
Jane looked around. Normally the campus was a beehive of activity even this late in the evening. Tonight, though, with finals pretty much over, a lot of the students had already left, hence the quietness at this late hour. A couple of the lights are out. I noticed it last night. My question is, how did it feel to be chosen Homecoming Queen?
It was the second most exciting moment of my life. The first was meeting Todd and knowing I’d met my soul mate. Are you seeing anyone special?
Jane laughed. She wished she could think of something smart and witty to say to the pretty girl walking along with her. No, I’m not seeing anyone special or otherwise.
You just haven’t found the right guy yet, Jane. But you will in time. The moment you look into someone’s eyes and know that person is your destiny, it’s like no other feeling in the world. Todd and I are going to have such a wonderful life. We have our house all picked out, the furniture, even the kitchen dishes and place mats. We want four children and neither one of us cares if they are boys or girls as long as they’re healthy. We even picked out names. I’m going to bake and decorate for the holidays. We’re going to have Christmas trees in every room in the house. Todd and I both just love Christmas. We met right before Christmas break our first year here at LSU. I can’t wait. I think about it all day, and I dream about it every single night. God has certainly blessed me.
You’re very lucky, Connie. I wish you all the happiness in the world,
Jane said sincerely.
They came out of the darkness like stalking wolves. It was hard to distinguish how many there were until they started to talk. Five—and one hovering outside the immediate group—Jane thought, as the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Odd man out. Then she started to shake, or was it Connie who had suddenly grabbed her arm in a viselike grip?
"Well, lookee here, boys. We snagged us a real little beauty. The school beauty, to be exact."
What . . . What do you want? Leave us alone,
Connie managed to squeak before a hand was clamped over her mouth, and she was pulled away from the safety of Jane’s plump arm.
Come on, you guys, cut it out. This isn’t funny,
Jane gasped before a hand was clamped over her own mouth.
It’s not supposed to be funny, so shut up. One more peep out of you, and you’ll get a chop to the neck. We have plans for Little Miss Homecoming Queen, don’t we, guys?
Jane struggled to free herself, but the arms holding her were muscular and hard. In that moment she knew escape was not an option. She watched in horror as three dark forms dragged Connie off the path and into dense shrubbery.
You can’t do this,
Jane whimpered behind the smelly hand, knowing she was going to be next.
I thought I told you to shut up. We aren’t interested in a fat tub of lard like you.
Jane kicked backward, hoping her Nike would meet flesh. It didn’t. She felt a hard jab to her stomach and then one to her chest. She went limp with the pain. She sensed rather than saw the boy on the sidelines leaving. With the side of her face to the ground, she could hear running feet. Maybe he wasn’t one of them. Maybe he was going for help.
It seemed like an eternity, but it was only minutes before the boys traded places. A moment later she was free, kneeling on the ground, crying with pain, knowing what was happening to Connie Bryan. She had to do something besides moan and whimper. She struggled to her knees, anger rivering through her. The moment she was on her feet, she screamed at the top of her lungs, the sound carrying in the quiet evening. She felt her head snap backward as a knee jabbed into the small of her back. She bit down on the hand covering her mouth and knew she drew blood; she’d bitten the boy to the very bone. She spit the blood from her mouth.
What the hell . . .
This goddamn beached whale needs a lesson. Which one of you wants Miss Piggy?
an oily voice offered. No takers?
Jane heard them leave, laughing and slapping each other on the back. She crawled over to the shrubbery, to where they had taken Connie. She gathered the girl into her arms. Her head rolled listlessly. Connie, I have to leave you here for a few minutes while I get help. I can keep screaming, but it probably won’t do any good. I’ll be right back.
No!
the shaking girl whispered. Don’t tell anyone. Help me. I can walk. I just need to lean on you.
Let me get the campus police. They’ll call the regular police. You need to go to a hospital or the crisis center.
No! Did they . . . ?
No. They didn’t want any part of me. They said I was too fat. I tried to get loose to help you, but they held me down. Are you sure you can walk?
I can walk. When we get close to the dorm, will you go inside and bring out a coat or something? Can I stay in your room, Jane? My roommate is still here.
Of course you can stay with me. You need to see a doctor, Connie. You have to report this. Are you listening to me?
We’ll talk about this later. Just get me inside and into the shower. Please, Jane.
You . . . you can’t wash away the evidence, Connie. Listen, I know where the crisis center is. I can take you there right now. Please.
No. Not now. Be my friend and help me, please.
There’s Acadian. Stay in the shadows, and I’ll run in and get my raincoat. Are you sure you’re all right?
No, I’m not all right. Will you hurry, please.
Jane lumbered off, her thoughts so chaotic she thought she was going to pass out. Pretty, petite Connie, gang-raped. Tub of lard. Beached whale.
Inside the dorm, Jane stepped into the elevator and rode it to her floor. She rummaged for her raincoat, her hairbrush, and the empty bottle of Robitussin that she kept brandy in for the severe cramps she experienced every month. She galloped back down the hall, not bothering to lock her door. The elevator was in use, so she used the stairs. Students coming into the building stared at her, some of them shouting greetings while others mumbled and muttered about finals the following day. Jane ignored them all as she raced to the spot where she’d left Connie.
Drink this, it’s brandy. Take two long, hard pulls. Let me brush your hair. Now, slip into this coat and belt it so your torn clothing doesn’t show. When you feel steady enough to walk, I want you to lean on me. There’s some activity on the first floor. You can pretend you had too much to drink.
I don’t drink, Jane.
Okay, we’ll say you just feel sick. I don’t like this. You need to see a doctor. Please, change your mind and let me call the authorities.
No, Jane, not now. Let’s just get out of here, okay?
All right, all right, but this is against everything I believe in. We can’t let those guys get away with this.
We don’t even know what they look like. I can tell you what they smelled like, but not what they looked like. One of them made me swallow his . . . you know. I threw up all over him.
Jane wanted to cry. Her hold on Connie tightened. There’s the dorm. I only see a few people. Can you make it?
Yes.
Then let’s go. Someone turned the lights down. It must be after midnight. Good. The elevator is open. Just hold on to my arm.
The minute Jane locked the door to her room, Connie slipped to the floor and curled into the fetal position. Hard sobs wracked her body. Jane dropped to the floor and stared at the young girl helplessly. You can’t let them get away with this, Connie. You just can’t.
You know how that works, Jane. They were all jocks. They’ll lie the way they always do. Campus rape is a fact of life. I can’t identify them, that’s the bottom line. I’m done crying now. Help me into the shower. Promise me you’ll stand guard, okay?
I promise. Connie, you can’t wash away what happened.
I can try. Do you think for one minute Todd would want to marry me once he found this out? He wouldn’t. No man would. This is between us, Jane. If you tell, I’ll deny it. I want you to understand that.
Then Todd isn’t the person you think he is. You didn’t invite that violation. You’re a victim, dammit. If you do nothing, they get away with it. They’ll do it to someone else.
Then it’s their problem. I’ll deal with my problem in my own way. I have two finals tomorrow, and then I’m driving home. All I have to do is throw my suitcases in my car. I took the rest of my stuff home two weeks ago. I need a few hours’ sleep. Please don’t look at me like that, Jane. Please. All I want right now is for you to be my friend and help me. Are you sure it’s okay for me to sleep here tonight?
I don’t have any extra sheets, just the ones on my bed. Like you, I took the rest of my stuff home a few weeks ago. I do have an extra blanket, and you can use my raincoat for a cover unless you want me to go down to your room for your things. My stuff is going to be much too big for you.
Do you have an extra pair of pajamas? I’ll worry about the rest of my stuff in the morning.
I wish you’d let me do something, Connie. I don’t feel right about this.
I’m doing what I have to do. Can we go to the bathroom now? Throw my clothes away, even my shoes.
Jane opened a drawer and pulled out a brown-paper grocery bag. I’ll take care of it.
I wish I’d taken the time to know you before all this happened, Jane. It’s so strange. I trust you the way I trust Todd.
Obviously you don’t trust him enough or you’d get help. This whole ugly scene could make your relationship stronger.
If you believe that for even one minute, I have a couple of bridges I can sell you. Make sure you don’t let anyone in the bathroom.
I promise. I’ll send everyone down to the next floor. Here’s some soap, a towel, and a washcloth. I’ll carry the pajamas.
A half hour later, Jane opened the bathroom door. Steam spiraled upward and then sailed out the open door. Connie, you’ve been in there long enough. You need to come out now.
I don’t feel clean yet. Just a while longer.
Jane walked over to the shower and turned off the water. All the showering in the world isn’t going to make you feel clean unless you do something about it. You’re going to need to talk to a counselor when you go home. Will you do that?
I don’t know. Probably not. It’s a small town. People talk. How long do you think it will take for the bruises on my thighs and upper arms to go away?
A week, maybe two. Slacks and long sleeves will take care of that. The bruises and the gouges are the least of your problems. I have a camera. Do you want me to take pictures of your bruises? The police do that all the time in rape cases. Just in case you change your mind and want to report the incident later on?
No. I’m not going to change my mind. What I would like is some more of that brandy so I can go to sleep. Did you lock the door?
It’s locked. Sleep in my bed, Connie. Don’t argue, just do it.
How can I ever repay you for all your kindness to me this evening? Will you sit with me till I fall asleep?
I’m sorry I couldn’t do more. I’ll sit right here.
Do you know what one of those bastards said to me while he was raping me?
Connie said sleepily. He said, ‘silence is golden.’
Jane’s shoulders drooped. The minute she heard Connie’s breathing even out, she started to shake. Like Connie, she wanted to curl into the fetal position and suck her thumb. She couldn’t do that, though. She had to stay alert and watch over her new roommate in case she woke during the night.
What she could do was roll up the arms and sleeves of Connie’s pajamas and take pictures of her cuts and bruises. Just in case.
She slipped the Polaroids into the paper grocery bag without looking at them.
Then Jane Lewis did something she hadn’t done in a very long time.
She prayed.
e9781420121919_i0006.jpgThis is it, kiddo, your big day!
Trixie McGuire, Jane’s godmother, said happily. How does it feel to be graduating fifth in your class?
It feels great. Trix, do you mind if I leave you for a few minutes. I have to find someone before all hell breaks loose.
Go ahead, honey. Fred and I will go to our seats and wait. Take all the time you need.
Jane fought her way through happy, laughing students and their equally happy parents until she spotted someone she recognized who might know where Connie Bryan or Todd Prentice were. She nudged a perky redhead, and asked, Have you seen Connie Bryan or Todd Prentice?
The perky redhead stared at Jane for a long minute. Didn’t you hear?
Jane looked up at the fluffy white clouds and the patches of deep blue sky overhead. Her instincts told her that whatever the redhead was going to tell her, she wasn’t going to like it.
Hear what?
she whispered fearfully.
Connie killed herself two days ago. Todd didn’t come to graduation. He’s having a real hard time of it. Were you friends with Connie?
Yes. Yes, I was,
Jane stammered as she made her way through the crowd, tears streaming down her cheeks. She thought about the brown bag with Connie’s clothes, shoes, and pictures that she’d taken home with her and were now in Trixie’s garage. Just in case. Next week she’d come back and file a report with the authorities. If it stirred up a can of worms with Connie’s family and Todd, then so be it. They deserved to know the why of her death. No death should be in vain. She wiped at her tears with the sleeve of the long, flowing gown as she took her place near the end of the graduation line.
1
Rayne, Louisiana, 2000
Shivers of excitement raced down her spine as she watched him walk across the crowded restaurant toward her table. He was right on time, but then she knew he would be. Like herself, he was a professional with a full schedule of patients, so he knew the importance of being prompt.
Tall, dark, and classically handsome, Dr. Michael Sorenson was a hunk in every sense of the word. He was also a man who was comfortable in his own skin, a not-too-often-seen trait that made her heart flutter—the same way it had the first time she’d seen him all those years ago when he and his family moved to Rayne.
Dr. Jane Lewis felt her eyes squint behind her wire-rimmed granny glasses as she tried to imagine how her godmother, Trixie McGuire, would describe the good doctor. Knowing Trixie, she would say something embarrassing like he’s probably hung like a Moscow mule.
In spite of being seventy-four, Trixie loved to stare at men’s belt buckles. And when it came right down to it, Jane did, too.
Suddenly, he was standing in front of her. Jane, it’s good to see you again. It must be . . .
It’s been a long time,
Jane said, motioning for him to sit down opposite her. Muscular. Works out regularly. Great tailor. Really fits that suit. He was so put-together she felt like a dowdy spinster in comparison. She watched, fascinated, as he reached for his water glass. Fabulous hands. Big, strong hands. Trixie would probably say, all the better to explore a body with.
Jane felt herself blushing. So, how’s it going, Mike?
Brilliant, absolutely brilliant dialogue here.
Couldn’t be better. The practice is thriving. I even took on an associate so I could get away and play tennis once in a while. And I finally got around to buying a house last spring. Believe it or not I mow my own lawn and even cook a meal from time to time. Oh, and, I almost forgot, I adopted a stray cat. She’s an inside cat now and a great companion. I call her Noodle. How about you, Jane? By the way, congratulations on your radio show. What a coup! I’m jealous.
So he knew about her show. Good. She hated blowing her own horn. Thanks,
she said modestly. What should she tell him about herself? She mentally ticked off the things he’d told her and compared them to her own life. Her practice was thriving, too, but even if she had an associate, she wouldn’t play tennis. She was lucky to get to the gym once a month. Like him, she owned her own home but instead of grass, she had glorious, foot-high weeds. As for cooking—she could make a gourmet meal from freezer bags, cans, and boxes with the best of them. And if it could be microwaved—all the better. I have a nice little house in Rayne. It’s on the town’s historical register. It has a ghost. And a dog ghost,
she blurted, then wondered what had possessed her to tell him that. She was nervous. Befuddled actually. Was it because he was so good-looking, or did his smooth confidence intimidate her? Even in high school, he’d been confident and good-looking, she reminded herself. And back then he wouldn’t have given you the time of day.
Mike leaned across the table. Ghosts? Are you putting me on? Tell me about them. I’ve always been interested in the paranormal.
Jane squirmed in her chair. Open mouth, insert foot, she thought. "Well, it’s just a rumor actually. The story goes that a young man fell in a well on the property, and his dog just sat and pined away for him until he died of starvation. To tell you the truth I haven’t seen them, although there are times when Olive gets spooked."
Olive? Your daughter?
No,
she chuckled. My dog.
I’d like to try to get a look at your ghosts, that is unless your significant other would object.
No, I don’t think Olive would mind,
she said, laughing lightly. I live in the old Laroux house at the end of town. It used to be a rice plantation. You know the one, don’t you?
"That’s where you live! My God, I tried to buy that house before I went into practice in Lafayette, but it was part of an estate and not for sale. It was pretty run-down as I recall, but I would have been willing to invest a few bucks in it had I been lucky enough to get it."
"Believe me, it took more than a few bucks to get it so it was even habitable. It reminds me of that movie. You know, The Money Pit." She felt her hat slip and settled it back on her head.
For some reason I thought you’d head for N’awlins or points north after high school. I never thought you’d stay in Rayne.
He’d thought about her. Why would you think that?
She looked up to see the hovering waiter. We better order.
As Mike perused the menu, Jane gazed around at the restaurant. Tassels had been Mike’s choice, she’d just made the reservation. Obviously, her colleague liked fine things. The menu was pricey, the decor beautiful, the waiters discreet, and the tablecloths and napkins were a blend of linen and cotton. Everything the eye could see was burnished and polished. She didn’t see anyone she knew, but then who in Rayne would bother to travel twelve miles to Lafayette for lunch?
I’ll have the Cajun crab pie, French dressing, and a glass of house wine,
Jane said.
Ditto,
Mike said, then waited until the waiter left before continuing their conversation. How about I come by tonight? Today’s my short day.
Tonight?
She really hadn’t thought he was serious. I—Well—Today’s my long day, so I won’t get home much before seven. If that’s not too late, then it’s okay with me.
Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of him coming to her house. She tried to ignore the feeling.
I’ll pick up some Chinese. Do you have beer?
Of course I have beer. Doesn’t everyone?
Jane quipped.
Ya never know. Now, tell me what this is all about. I like a free lunch as much as the next guy, but what do I have to do to earn it?
He certainly didn’t beat around the bush. Jane leaned back into her chair. I have this patient I can’t seem to get a handle on. There’s something . . .
She shook her head. I have this awful feeling the guy is setting me up for something. I learned early on in my career to pay attention to my gut feelings. I suppose the case is a classic textbook one. At least on the surface.
What’s his problem? Is he a psycho?
I don’t know. I should know, but I don’t. He’s saying all the right things. I’m saying all the right things. It’s not going anywhere,
she said, putting her hands on the table. I’ve seen him three times so far, and I’m still at square one. I suspect one of his problems is that he’s very controlling.
She took a sip of her wine. Frankly, I think he might do better with a male psychiatrist. I was wondering if you would consider sitting in on one of his sessions. Maybe you can get a feel for what he’s all about. That is, of course, if he’s agreeable.
Sure. Just let me know when and where. What’s his main problem aside from all the standard stuff?
"He said his wife was raped and that he’s having a hard time dealing with it. He’s lost his sex drive, claims he can’t bring himself to touch her. He’s even having trouble being civil to her. I understand that he is angry, but his anger is directed at his wife for refusing to go to the police. I have this feeling that he’s lying. I think he didn’t want her to report it. He said she quit her job and hides out in the house all day."
Children? Other family? Pets?
Not that he’s mentioned, but I don’t know whether or not to believe him. He has this smirk on his face all the time. Last week I wanted to pop him.
She laughed to cover her frustration, then leaned forward. "He listens to my radio show. The other day he rattled off some of the problems people had called in with and told me he didn’t agree with my advice. Said I was too flip, too giddy. That was the word he used: giddy. I am not giddy, she said between her teeth.
I do try to be upbeat, but I’d hardly call that being giddy. If I have even the faintest inkling a caller has a really serious problem, I always suggest they get help. Sometimes I have them stay on the line and talk to them after the show."
You don’t have to defend yourself to me, Jane. I know your reputation, and I’ve heard your show. You said you thought he was setting you up for something. Can you be more specific?
She took a deep breath then let it out. "I wish I could but it’s really just a feeling, Mike. She thought a moment.
Last week, during his session, it occurred to me that everything he was saying was . . . rehearsed. Almost like he’s reading from a script. He’s got some kind of mental list, and he gets upset when my questions take him away from what he thinks I should be asking. When I tested my theory, he got hostile with me and told me to stick to the subject." She sat back, crossed her arms.
What’s he say when you ask him about his wife?
Mike queried. His facial expression told Jane he was concerned.
"Not much . . . You know, I have to wonder if he isn’t lying to me, if he really even has a wife. I’ve called his house, and no one ever answers the phone. If his wife quit her job and is ‘hiding out’ at home, where is she and why doesn’t she answer the phone? When I asked him if she’d ever had counseling, he got in my face and said he was my patient not his wife and that he would take care of her. I—" She started to tell him that she’d gone to his house but decided against it at the last second.
Maybe he’s the one who raped her when she said no and he said yes. You get them from time to time, the pigheaded, know-it-all macho types who think they own the women they married. Or maybe she’s the one who shut down, and he can’t handle it. Do you get the impression he could be physical ?
Absolutely.
I mean no disrespect here, Jane, but maybe he thought he could bamboozle you easier than a male shrink. The bottom line is, if the guy scares you, cut him loose. There’s no law that says you have to keep him on as a patient. Refer him to someone else.
He doesn’t scare me exactly, but he does make my skin crawl. As for cutting him loose, I wouldn’t have a single qualm except—what if there is a wife and she really has been raped and goes into a deep depression and . . . and . . . does something to herself? How do you think I’d feel if that happened?
Like shit, of course, but you know as well as I do there’s a lot of ‘what ifs’ in our business. You also know that psychiatry is not an exact science. And you’re not nine-one-one.
Even though he was right, it wasn’t what she wanted to hear. Did you ever lose a patient, Mike?
No.
Neither have I, and I don’t want to lose one now. Why can’t we just call ‘the wife’ my invisible patient?
You can say and do whatever you want, Jane.
Now he was patronizing her. What would you do?
After what you’ve told me—I’d cut him loose. You’re spending too much time and energy on this guy, and you have other patients to think about—patients who are being honest with you and who really need your help.
Again, he was right, Jane realized as she thought about the sleepless nights she’d spent since first meeting Brian Ramsey. Only once before had sleeping been a problem, right after learning about Connie’s suicide. . . .
You’re gonna love this crab pie,
Mike said, digging into his succulent-looking lunch.
Jane broke off a piece of crust and nibbled on it. She watched her colleague devour his lunch. She broke off a second piece and crumbled it between her fingers. She decided to throw caution to the winds and tell him the rest of her story. Looking down at her lunch, she said, I know I’m crazy to tell you this, but I went to his house one day and rang the bell. No answer. Then I went around back, looked in windows. Nothing. It was a single-story house, so I could see into all the rooms. Everything was neat and tidy, but there was no one there.
She glanced up, and before he could say anything, she added, I went back a second time and a third. Zilch both times. Please don’t chastise me for my lack of professionalism. I know I was wrong. But I did it, okay? And still the question remains—if there is a wife who quit work and hides out in the house, where the hell is she?
Mike had stopped eating. You do realize, don’t you, that you’re breaking the cardinal rule here? You’re allowing yourself to get personally involved.
Jane nodded.
Mike laid his fork across his plate. "Where do you think she was, Jane?"
Jane cleared her throat. I think . . . I don’t know what I think. If she is in the house, the only place she could possibly be is in the basement,
she said, trying not to look at him. They could have a summer kitchen. I have one in the house where I live now. It’s a godsend in July and August. I suppose she could be down there or—he could be keeping her down there against her will. I don’t know, Mike. I’ve never come across anything like this before. Nothing computes. I hope once you meet this guy, you’ll understand what I’m talking about. I don’t know how to proceed. I’m out of my depth here. Obviously you are, too, since you aren’t helping me.
Mike wiped his mouth with his napkin and set it down on the table. She wondered if that was a sign he was interested in her case or that he thought she had a screw loose. She hoped it wasn’t the latter.
This sounds like a plot for a novel. When’s his next appointment ?
This afternoon at four o’clock. He leaves work at three, goes home, cleans up, and he’s in my office promptly at four. He owns a trucking company.
I have appointments all afternoon, but I’ll arrange to take a shot at him next Thursday. That’ll give you today to pave the way for my sitting in on the session. Just don’t be surprised if he balks.
Mike glanced at his Rolex and noted the time. I hate to eat and run, but I have a one-thirty. You should see this guy. He wears some sort of panic button gizmo on his wrist. He sleeps with it, takes showers with it. For all I know he even wears it when he has sex. He carries a pair of spare batteries in his hip pocket and wears a fanny pack holding a dozen more. He reminds me of the Energizer Bunny. With any luck, today is the day I find out what’s up with him.
Mike pushed his chair back. Stop worrying. Everything’s going to turn out okay. And don’t forget, we’re on for seven tonight with me bringing Chinese and you supplying the beer, right?
Yes,
was all Jane could think of to say.
You’re lookin’ good, Jane. I like that hat. See ya tonight.
Jane watched as every single female in the restaurant followed Mike’s retreating back. He liked her hat. Fancy that.
She finished her lunch, considered dessert, only to wave the waiter away. While her mouth watered for chocolate thunder cake, her hips said no. She laid a couple of bills on the table and left, certain no admiring male glances were following her. She bemoaned the ten extra pounds she’d picked up over the summer. It seemed she would never again see a size eight, just like she’d never again see a size eight shoe.
Inside her tomato red Honda Civic, Jane reached for her cell phone. She dialed the station and waited until she heard Tom Bradley, the station manager’s voice. Tom, it’s Jane. I have to cancel dinner this evening. Something’s come up. No, it isn’t serious, and no, I’m not up for company later.
She put her key in the ignition. Listen, I’ll stop by the station tomorrow if I can free up some time, but promise me you won’t try to talk me into anything. I’m up to my eyeballs with work as it is. A once-a-week radio show is all I can handle, and besides, why would you want to mess with something that is working perfectly? No, a partner is not out of the question but not Harry Lowell. He’s too arrogant, plus he drinks too much. I’ll give it some thought, okay?
She pressed the end button and tucked the phone into her purse.
Maybe Mike Sorenson would be interested. He seemed impressed with the whole radio-show thing, said it was a coup. Cohosting might work out, especially if he was the co part. It would be one way to see him more often, to get to know him better. Suddenly the idea was immensely appealing. She wished now that she’d worked the conversation around to personal issues, like was he involved with anyone?
She wished she knew someone to call and ask before tonight. She hated the Q & A thing. Maybe she could tell Trixie she needed a rundown on him because she was considering asking him to cohost the show. Trixie knew all the ins and outs and would get off on doing something like that. She’d call her