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God’s sake,” I said. “She’s everywhere.”
    Tolliver smiled. He thought the reporter’s doggedness was a little funny, maybe even admirable.
    â€œâ€¦that Miss Connelly charges a fee for finding bodies?”
    â€œMs. Connelly is a professional woman with an unusual gift,” Art said. “She does not like to be in the spotlight of media attention, something she has never sought.”
    That’s true enough, I thought. Evasive, but true.
    â€œIs it true that your client will be claiming the reward for finding Tabitha’s body?” asked Shellie Quail, and Tolliver’s smile vanished in the blink of my eye.
    â€œThat’s not a subject we’ve discussed,” Art concluded. “I have no more to say at this time. Thank you for coming.” And he turned to pace back inside the Cleveland’s front door. The Morgensterns’ lawyer was nowhere to be seen. Blythe Benson had slipped away in the preceding moments, apparently.
    I hoped she didn’t plan on coming up to the suite.
    The cameras cut back to the scheduled program, and in a moment Art returned to the room, in actual reality. Again, I felt that curious jolt.
    â€œThat went well,” Joel said without a touch of irony. Tolliver and I had to struggle to keep our faces neutral. “And of course, you’ll get the reward.” Joel got up, checked his watch. “Diane, we have to get home. We have people to call. I wonder how long it will take for them to be sure they’ve got…Tabitha’s remains. When we can have them.”
    Felicia picked up her purse and Diane’s, ready to help the pregnant woman return to their car.
    With a heave, Diane got to her feet. She was absently rubbing her hand across her gravid stomach, as if to keep its contents calm. I remembered my own mother’s pregnancies with Mariella and Gracie. I also couldn’t help recalling Rosemary’s Baby ; Tolliver and I had watched it the week before on an old-movie channel.
    â€œThanks, Felicia,” Diane said.
    â€œLet us know how Victor’s doing,” Tolliver asked out of the clear blue sky.
    â€œWhat?” Felicia turned, and her eyes pinned Tolliver to the wall. “Why, of course.” There was a bite to her voice that I simply didn’t understand. I looked from her to Tolliver, but didn’t get an explanation.
    â€œThis has been harder on Victor than just about anyone,” Joel said. “Kids can be so cruel.”
    â€œVictor’s what, now? Sixteen?” I asked brightly, trying to ease the atmosphere. I don’t know why. I should have stood in absolute silence until the party left.
    â€œHe’s just turned seventeen,” Diane said. Suddenly her face lost its Madonna-like sweetness. She had struck me, even when I’d first met her after the abduction, as a woman fed up to the teeth with her stepson’s moody teenage behavior, and now her jaw had a certain set that gave her simple words a real edge. “I love that boy, but everything they say about teenagers is true, as far as Vic’s concerned: he’s been secretive and sullen or talking back for the past three years. When Tabitha began to show signs she was entering the same phase, I just wasn’t ready for it. I overreacted.”
    Victor had been a spotty—but athletic and attractive—boy eighteen months before. I remembered him always skulking on the edge of any group of adults in the Morgenstern home, his face tight with suppressed—rage? Fear? I hoped for the boy’s sake that his complexion and his attitude had cleared up now. I was willing to believe Victor had feelings and thoughtsthat were complicated and dealt with something besides himself, but only because I tried to believe that of all people.
    â€œHow can you say that, Diane?” Felicia asked, but without much real indignation. “He’s been yours since he was a baby. You have to love him, like