downstairs bathroom was the noisy one.
Martin stared across the hall to the door as if it could give him an answer. "You're really thinking about not calling the sheriff," I said, my voice full of incredulity.
"Cindy suggested we bring Hayden to Craig's aunt and uncle in Corinth, the ones who raised him," Martin said. "We might as well take Rory with us. Do you think he knows anything more than he told us?"
"I have no idea." I drew myself upright in my chair, trying not to breathe fire at the stranger sitting across from me. "But I don't think we're the best judges of that. I think we've been as kind as possible, feeding him and giving him a chance to clean up, but I think now he needs to go face the music." "You amaze me," Martin said with no evident amazement.
"You're giving me a surprise or two yourself," I said with equal grimness.
"Do you think that boy has brains enough to lie?"
"Just because he's stupid and sweet doesn't mean he's good," I countered.
"But, Roe, if we turn him over, it'll make things that much worse for Regina." "How so?" If my eyebrows could've crawled up any higher they would have been in Maine.
"Because he knows why Craig came to Lawrenceton," Martin pointed out. "And he's the only one."
I gaped at him. I honestly tried to think that one through. Finally, I shook my head. "I'm not following you at all," I admitted. The water had stopped in the bathroom.
"He's going to tell the police whatever puts him in the best light," Martin said. He'd also noticed the water had quit pounding through the pipes. "By his own admission, Rory's been in trouble with the law, in a minor way, for years. His dad and granddad before him have done jail time. I recognized his dad's name as soon as he told me. The Thurlkills, the mother's family, is just as bad if not worse. Rory isn't going to tell anyone anything he doesn't want to." "So what's the profit in taking him with us?"
"He may tell us. We may be able to tell, once we get on Craig and Regina's home ground, what they were doing. Find some way through this without Regina ending up in any more trouble than she's already..." His voice trailed off, as he realized it would be pretty hard to find more trouble for Regina. "Why would he tell us?"
"I can only hope he will. Now that Craig's dead, why not? We can't revoke his parole or punish him for whatever he's done. Maybe if we leave him out of this as far as the law is concerned, he'll reciprocate with information." I could think of one word for this theory, and it wasn't a polite one. What had happened to my incisive, figure-all-the-angles husband? He could only be this gullible because it concerned his family. Had Martin ever been foolish about me? I thought not. Did that mean he loved his sister and niece more? His son? What about his first wife? I had a moment of sheer irrational rage as I stared at Martin. Then, once again, I took a deep breath and made myself recall that he had had a terrible shock the night before, that he must in some sense feel responsible for Craig's death, that his niece was missing and might, for all we knew, be dead.
Be calm and patient, I advised myself. Calm and patient.
But I was pretty close to being clean out of calmness and patience. I heard Hayden's little noises from upstairs, and once again I plodded up and back down, this time bringing him with me wrapped in the only blanket Regina had brought. He was definitely awake. I sat at the table holding him, looking at the bundle in my arms.
The baby's hands fluttered, and his blue eyes were wide open. He began to make the little fussy sounds I was learning would develop into a full-blown wail. My nose told me he needed changing. And he'd want to eat after that; I was willing to put money on it. We had only one more prepared baby bottle. Where could you buy the formula? Anywhere?
"I wish we could go upstairs for a while," Martin said wistfully. But he didn't look horny. He just looked like he wanted oblivion. "Dream on," I said, spitting out each word as though it were a hunk of poisoned apple. I tried to remember if the formula had