Leaving Faye with her father and mother at the hospital, Chace went to the Station and watched in an observation room full of men as Frank interrogated Enid Eglund. It took some time but things she said meant officers left the room to hit computers.
It all came together. Then, when confronted with it, Enid let it all hang out.
Enid Eglund had gone to Wyoming three years ago to attend a revival. Being seriously f**ked in the head, she saw a young woman with two young children and no man. Clearly something about this made a woman living on the verge of snapping, snap. She made assumptions, followed the woman home, murdered her in her sleep, kidnapped her two children, brought them back to Carnal and kept them in captivity.
She was a recluse, came to town to grocery shop and go to Church, lived in the home she’d inherited from her parents and made meager money doing phone sales at home. No one really knew her but her sister and, from Mary Eglund’s rant, even that spinster didn’t know her reclusive spinster sister very well for she had no idea for three years Enid was concealing two children. Nor did she know, or admit to herself, the extent of her sister’s insanity.
Enid was also convinced she was doing God’s work, committing multiple felonies not only by the laws of the State of Colorado but against the Word of God, in order to save the children from a fallen woman and punishing them for their mother’s perceived sins.
The murder and double kidnapping in Wyoming, obviously, had not been solved. It wasn’t fresh but cases like that never went cold if there was someone left who loved the ones who were missing and missing persons, unless found, were not deleted from the databases. Therefore, how the interns hadn’t turned the children up in their searches, Chace didn’t know but come the next day, he would find out.
But upon calling the authorities in Wyoming, they found that Jeremiah and Rebecca’s mother was not an unwed mother full of sin, as Enid assumed, but a widow whose husband died in a car crash two months before she was killed by Enid Eglund. She and her husband were survived by parents who were still hoping their grandchildren were alive.
They would soon get really f**king great news.
Now, as Chace turned into the hospital parking lot, he had to give really bad news. All that went down with Jeremiah and the fact that, shortly, Jeremiah and his sister would be taken from them and returned to their grandparents.
He pulled in a deep breath as he parked and threw his door open.
Faye had told him that the hospital staff had agreed to them, and Jeremiah, sticking close to Becky. So Faye and her Mom and Dad were still there.
He moved through the hospital to the room number she’d given him but stopped one foot in the door.
Silas was asleep in a chair. Sondra was reading in another. Becky was asleep looking tiny in that huge hospital bed and there was a cot opened next to it in which Faye was curled and asleep, cuddling Jeremiah close to her front.
Chace stood frozen, staring at his woman with her boy so his body gave a slight jerk when Sondra’s hand fell light on his arm.
He turned his head to her.
“Outside,” she whispered, he nodded and moved back through the door which she carefully shut behind her.
She tipped her head back to catch his eyes.
“How bad is it?” she asked quietly.
“Brace,” he whispered gently and she closed her eyes.
When she opened them, he told her. He kept going even as the tears formed and her lips trembled and he did because he knew she could hack it. She’d made Faye, she wouldn’t break.
He was right. She didn’t.
When he was done, she simply said softly, “Grandparents.”
“They’ll process her, call the local authorities in Wyoming and those boys up there will either head out with the news tonight or they’ll wait until first thing in the morning. It’s been years, Enid Eglund is a sick woman whose story is rambling and hard to follow, so likely they’ll do DNA to make certain Jeremiah and Rebecca are who they think they are and tests will take a coupla days to run. That said, we got photos and, it’s been years, they’re older but there’s no denying those kids are theirs. My guess, any grandparents whose kids are dead and grandkids were missin’ for years, they’ll be down here soon.”
She nodded. She was a grandparent. She knew. But there was sadness in her eyes not only for what Jeremiah and Becky had endured, what they’d lost but that she was losing her boy.
“My play?” Chace asked and she focused on him again.
“Don’t take her away from them,” she answered, knowing exactly his question.
It was Chace’s turn to nod.
She turned to the room and Chace followed her.
Then, even though there was barely enough room, he took his jacket off, tossed it at the end of the cot then entered it carefully, fitting himself to Faye’s back and wrapping his arm around her and Jeremiah.
She stirred, her neck twisting, her sleepy eyes coming to him.