Gone Tomorrow

LEE AND I WENT STRAIGHT BACK TO THE PRECINCT. JACOB Mark had finished his business with Docherty. That was clear. And something had changed. That was clear too. They were sitting opposite each other across Docherty’s desk. Not talking any more. Jake looked happier. Docherty had a patient expression on his face, like he had just wasted an hour. He didn’t look resentful about it. Cops are accustomed to wasting time. Statistically most of what they do leads nowhere. Lee and I walked over to them and Jake said, ‘Peter called his coach.’

I asked, ‘When?’

‘Two hours ago. The coach called Molina and Molina called me.’

‘So where is he?’

‘He didn’t say. He had to leave a message. His coach never answers his phone over dinner. Family time.’

‘But Peter’s OK?’

‘He said he won’t be back anytime soon. Maybe ever. He’s talking about quitting football. There was a girl giggling in the background.’

Docherty said, ‘She must be some girl.’

I asked Jake, ‘You OK with that?’

Jake said, ‘Hell no. But it’s his life. And he’ll change his mind, anyway. The only question is how fast.’

‘I meant, are you happy that the message was for real?’

‘The coach knows his voice. Better than I do, probably.’

‘Anyone try calling him back?’

‘All of us. But his phone is off again.’

Theresa Lee said, ‘So we’re satisfied?’

‘I guess.’

‘Feeling better?’

‘Relieved.’

‘May I ask you a question about another subject?’

‘Shoot.’

‘Was your sister adopted?’

Jake paused. Switched gears. Nodded. ‘We both were. As babies. Separately, three years apart. Susan first.’ Then he asked, ‘Why?’

Lee said, ‘I’m corroborating some new information received.’

‘What new information?’

‘It seems that Susan came up here to meet a friend.’

‘What friend?’

‘A Ukrainian woman called Lila Hoth.’

Jake glanced at me. ‘We’ve been through this. I never heard that name from Susan.’

Lee asked him, ‘Would you expect to? How close were you? It seems to be a fairly recent friendship.’

‘We weren’t very close.’

‘When was the last time you talked?’

‘A few months, I guess.’

‘So you’re not completely up to date with her social life.’

Jake said, ‘I guess not.’

Lee asked, ‘How many people knew that Susan was adopted?’

‘I guess she didn’t advertise it. But it wasn’t a secret.’

‘How fast would a new friend find out?’

‘Fast enough, probably. Friends talk about stuff like that:

‘How would you describe Susan’s relationship with her son?’

‘What kind of question is that?’

‘An important one.’

Jake hesitated. He clammed up and turned away, physically, like he was literally dodging the issue. Like he was flinching from a blow. Maybe because he was reluctant to wash dirty linen in public, in which case his body language was really all the answer we needed. But Theresa Lee wanted chapter and verse. She said, ‘Talk to me, Jake. Cop to cop. This is something I need to know about.’

Jake was quiet for a spell. Then he shrugged and said, ‘I guess you could call it a love-hate relationship.’

‘In what way exactly?’

‘Susan loved Peter, Peter hated her.’

‘Why?’

More hesitation. Another shrug. ‘It’s complicated.’

‘How?’

‘Peter went through a phase, like most kids do. Like girls want to be long-lost princesses, or boys want their grandfathers to have been admirals or generals or famous explorers. For a spell everyone wants to be something they’re not. Peter wanted to live in a Ralph Lauren advertisement, basically. He wanted to be Peter Molina the Fourth, or at least the Third. He wanted his father to have an estate in Kennebunkport, and his mother to have the remnants of an old fortune. Susan didn’t handle it well. She was the daughter of a drug-addicted teenage whore from Baltimore, and she made no secret of it. She thought honesty was the best policy. Peter handled it badly. They never really got past it, and then the divorce came, and Peter chose up sides, and they never got over it.’

‘How did you feel about it?’

‘I could see both points of view. I never inquired about my real mother. I didn’t want to know. But I went through a spell where I wished she was a grand old lady with diamonds. I got over it. But Peter didn’t, which is stupid, I know, but understandable.’

‘Did Susan like Peter as a person, as opposed to loving him as a son?’

Jake shook his head. ‘No. Which made things even worse. Susan had no sympathy for jocks and letter jackets and all that stuff. I guess in school and college she had bad experiences with people like that. She didn’t like that her son was turning into one of them. But that stuff was important to Peter, in its own right at first, and then later as a weapon against her. It was a dysfunctional family, no question.’

‘Who knows this story?’

‘You mean, would a friend know?’ Lee nodded.

Jake said, ‘A close friend might.’

‘A close friend she met quite recently?’

‘There’s no timetable. It’s about trust, isn’t it?’

1 said, ‘You told me Susan wasn’t an unhappy person.’