- if he didn't know otherwise, he'd swear Cawley was suffering from a broken heart.
"Listen," Cawley said, "I'm all you've got. I'm all you've ever had. I've been hearing this fantasy for two years now. I know every detail, every wrinkle - the codes, the missing partner, the storm, the woman in the cave, the evil experiments in the lighthouse. I know about Noyce and the fictitious Senator Hurly. I know you dream of Dolores all the time and her belly leaks and she's soaking with water. I know about the logs."
"You're full of shit," Teddy said.
"How would I know?"
Teddy ticked off the evidence on his trembling fingers:
"I've been eating your food, drinking your coffee, smoking your cigarettes. Hell, I took three 'aspirin' from you the morning I arrived. Then you drugged me the other night. You were sitting there when I woke up. I haven't been the same since. That's where all this started. That night, after my migraine. What'd you give me?"
Cawley leaned back. He grimaced as if he were swallowing acid and looked off at the window.
"I'm running out of time," he whispered.
"What's that?"
"Time," he said softly. "I was given four days. I'm almost out." "So let me go. I'll go back to Boston, file a complaint with the marshals' office, but don't worry - with all your powerful friends I'm ure it won't amount to much."
Cawley said, "No, Andrew. I'm almost out of friends. I've been fighting a battle here for eight years and the scales have tipped in the other side's favor. I'm going to lose. Lose my position, lose my funding. I swore before the entire board of overseers that I could construct the most extravagant role-playing experiment psychiatry has ever seen and it would save you. It would bring you back. But if I was wrong?" His eyes widened and he pushed his hand up into his chin, as if he were trying to pop his jaw back into place. He dropped the hand, looked across the table at Teddy. "Don't you understand, Andrew? If you fail, I fail. If I fail, it's all over."
"Gee,." Teddy said, "that's too bad."
Outside, some gulls cawed. Teddy could smell the salt and the sun and the damp, briny sand.
Cawley said, "Let's try this another way - do you think it's a coincidence that Rachel Solando, a figment of your own imagination by the way, would have the same letters in her name as your dead wife and the same history of killing her children?"
Teddy stood and the shakes rocked his arms from the shoulders on down. "My wife did not kill her kids. We never had kids." "You never had kids?" Cawley walked over to the wall.
"We never had kids, you stupid fuck."
"Oh, okay." Cawley pulled down another sheet.
On the wall behind it - a crime-scene diagram, photographs of a lake, photographs of three dead children. And then the names, written in the same tall block letters:
EDWARD LAEDDIS
DANIEL LAEDDIS
RACHEL LAEDDIS
Teddy dropped his eyes and stared at his hands; they jumped as if they were no longer attached to him. If he could step on them, he would.
"Your children, Andrew. Are you going to stand there and deny they ever lived? Are you?"
Teddy pointed across the room at him with his jerking hand. "Those are Rachel Solando's children. That is the crime-scene diagram of Rachel Solando's lake house."
"That's your house. You went there because the doctors suggested it for your wife. You remember? After she accidentally set your previous apartment on fire? Get her out of the city, they said, give her a more bucolic setting. Maybe she'd get better."
"She wasn't ill."
"She was insane, Andrew."
"Stop fucking calling me that. She was not insane."
"Your wife was clinically depressed. She was diagnosed as manic depressive. She was - " "She was not," Teddy said.
"She was suicidal. She hurt the children. You refused to see it. You thought she was weak. You told yourself sanity was a choice, and all she had to do was remember her responsibilities. To you. To the children. You drank, and your drinking got worse. You floated into your own shell. You stayed away from home. You ignored all the signs. You ignored what the teachers told you, the parish priest, her own family." "My wife was not insane!"
"And why? Because you were embarrassed."
"My wife was not - "
"The only reason she ever saw a psychiatrist was because she tried to commit suicide and ended up in the hospital. Even