damage to the carpet wasnât my fault.â
Jack obtained Hollyâs new address and then asked, âHow much was her deposit?â
âHalf a monthâs rent. Four-seventy-five.â
After stopping at a bank, Jack met with Holly, who was living in a one-bedroom apartment just two blocks from her previous address.
Jack was invited inside. He saw Jenny sitting on the sofa watching television with her thumb in her mouth. Holly pulled it out as she walked past and then sat at the kitchen table with Jack. Jenny immediately put her thumb back in.
âShe quit doing that two years ago,â said Holly. âJust started again after...â Her voice trailed off and she looked around the apartment and said, âI know itâs not much, but itâs close to Jennyâs daycare and I can still walk to work.â
Jack leaned across the table and squeezed the top of her hand and said, âItâs only been a week. Donât you think you should take some more time off?â
Holly pulled her hand away. âI canât afford to. Sitting around doesnât help. Keeping busy seems to. Between driving back and forth to visit Charlie, looking after Jenny, and going to work, I donât have time to feel sorry for myself.â
Jack swallowed, and then said, âOur office received an anonymous letter this morning. It looks like yourhusband was murdered by mistake. It should have been me.â Jack knew his voice sounded shaky. He put his palms down on the kitchen table in an effort to stop himself from trembling.
Holly just looked at him and didnât speak.
âDid you hear me?â asked Jack.
âYes,â she replied, shrugging her shoulders. âIt wasnât something I didnât know. My husband was a good man. It wasnât a robbery. It had to be you. Iâm glad that you know it too. Maybe now youâll find out who did it.â
Jack paused and glanced at Jenny for a moment before turning his attention back to Holly. âI think I knew it the first night I met you. I could see you were decent people, but it ... it was ... I didnât want to admit that I was responsible.â
Holly stared at him as she asked, âWhat did the letter say? Why would someone commit murder and then write to the police? Are they thinking of confessing?â
âNo. They indicated that if our office keeps doing our job, then other police officers or people they love or know will be murdered. I work on an intelligence unit for organized crime. There are lots of potential groups of suspects.â
âYou mean to say that the people who murdered my husband are also threatening the police?â
âExactly.â
âThey must be insane! How do they expect to get away with that?â
âIf I have anything to do with it, they wonât.â
âQuite a few people in your office?â
âQuite a few.â
âAll with different names, I suppose. Like Smith, Adams, Jones, or whatever.â
âNot exactly but ... what are you getting at?â
âThat enough people in Vancouver share names with people you work with that it would be ludicrous totry and protect them all. Youâre not to blame for what happened to my family. Do you know that there are at least a half-dozen J. Taggarts listed in the phone book in the lower mainland? Except for you, mine might have been the only Jack.â
âIâm not listed in the phone book.â
Holly paused and then said, âThat figures. But you see what I mean. Taggart isnât even that common of a name.â
âMaybe that was the problem.â
âMaybe.â Holly reached across the table and patted Jackâs hand. âI admit that a few days ago I felt like smashing you in the face. Especially when I found out about Charlie. I know it was really mean of me to call you to the hospital that day.â
âItâs okay. I wanted to know.â
âBut the way I