The Girl and the Deadly End (Emma Griffin FBI Mystery Book 7), стр. 13
“You probably wouldn’t,” Dean tells me. “He’d have called her Mom.”
He pulls a sheet of paper out of another one of the folders and shows it to me. I take it into shaking hands and stare at Jake’s birth certificate. It’s surreal, looking at it. This piece of paper marked a change in the universe. When Jake was born, more than a dozen timers were set. Lives both already begun and not even thought of yet had potential before that moment. But as soon as Jake was born, that potential was gone. Their end was written.
“My mother’s nurse was Jake’s mother?” I ask.
At first, I’m not sure if the words even had any volume, but then Dean nods, and my head spins.
“He was already born,” I say. “She’d already had him when she was my mother’s nurse. I wonder if she already hated him.”
“You feel sympathy for him,” Dean observes.
“Yeah, she does,” Sam mutters.
There’s vitriol in his voice. He’ll never understand. I can’t expect him to.
“That woman destroyed him,” I tell Dean. “She had an affair with her husband’s best friend but passed Jake off as belonging to her husband, rather than the other man. She despised him and tormented him his whole life. Abused him, beat him, starved him. People in Feathered Nest didn’t even know where he lived or that his grandmother lived in that cabin. She systematically dismantled him as a human being until all that was left was raw emotion and primal instinct, including taking his sister and deserting him with an even more abusive father. I won’t ever condone what he did or say that he doesn’t deserve to be punished for it. But the blood of every single one of those people is on Alice Logan’s hands too.”
“Well, she might have been a horrible mother, but it seems she was a good nurse. Your mother has a note in her file that she preferred Alice to any of the other nurses.”
I shake my head, trying to reconcile the vile woman Jake described to me with a nurse gentle and caring enough to have earned my mother’s trust.
“I still don’t understand why my mother was at this hospital. Why would she go there to see a doctor?” I ask.
“There are several visits over the years, but the one on the paper flower had a specific date on it, remember?” Dean asks.
I nod. “Yes. It was the year before I was born. Right before she would have gotten pregnant with me. Near the end of August.”
“That’s what makes it especially interesting.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
Dean reaches into the medical record and pulls out a page. He hands it to me and runs his finger along a specific line of text.
“This wasn’t exactly a routine visit. Your mother had a very specific reason for going to the doctor that day, and I can’t help but think it’s no accident Catch Me chose this date to lure you.”
My vision blurs. My mouth opens, but nothing comes out.
“Emma?” Sam says. The anger that was in his voice when he talked about Jake is gone. “Emma?” He comes and sits beside me, wrapping an arm around me. “What is it?”
I look at him, searching his face for something that makes sense.
“She was there to get the morning after pill.”
Chapter Eight
I hear my own voice say the words, but I can’t wrap my head around them.
“The morning after pill?” Sam asks.
“Emergency contraceptive,” Dean clarifies. “Mariya was worried she was going to get pregnant when she didn’t want to, and she went to the hospital right outside of Feathered Nest to prevent it from happening.”
“I know what it is,” snips Sam. I shoot him a look, and he calms down.
“Yet she got pregnant with me just over a month later,” I muse. “I don’t understand. It doesn’t make any sense. Unless…” I pause, not even wanting to give voice to the thought that goes through my head. “Was she cheating on my father?”
“I can’t be absolutely sure of anything, obviously,” Dean says. “I wasn’t there, and there aren’t specific notes in her file that explain the situation. But I did a little bit more digging after I found this. I noticed something else in her file, and it made me curious.”
“What did you notice?”
“Where it asks who is responsible for payment for her treatment,” he flips through the file and slides it closer to me.
I lean down to look at it.
“Spice Enya,” I murmur, then look at Dean. “What is going on? What does this mean?”
“I don’t know, but like I said, I did some more digging. It would stand to reason if your mother was going to the doctor this frequently, she’d be living or at least long-term visiting somewhere in the area. So, I accessed some of the databases I’ve used in my private investigating.”
“And?” I ask.
“Her name didn’t come up. She didn’t own any property in the area, wasn’t renting any of the property in the area, and wasn’t staying in any of the hotels as far as I can tell. At least not in her name. So, I searched for your father’s name. Still nothing. Then I took a cue from you.”
“What do you mean?” Sam asks.
“Catch Me,” Dean says. “Alice. Murdock. It’s all in the name, right? So, I searched for just your mother’s first name. It’s fairly distinctive, so as you can imagine, there weren’t any hits. But when I put it in your father’s, that was a different story. Quite a few people under the name of Ian showed up in the area. One caught my attention in particular. Let me know if any of these looks familiar.”
He takes out another piece of paper and hands it to me. It was a typed-up list of short-term rentals at two addresses. Each of them had the same name associated.
“Ian Nesbach,” I whisper.
“Who is that?” Sam asks.
“My father. At least… I think it is. Nesbach was my grandmother’s maiden name.”
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