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Caught Page 61
Author: Harlan Coben

Wendy frowned. “Did you just say ‘tardy’?”

Click.

What on earth could this be about? And who uses the term “tardy” outside of high school? She sat back. Probably not a big deal. Probably needed to fill out some paperwork now that she’d been rehired. Still, why does HR always have to be so damn officious?

She considered her next move. Last night she had learned that Jenna Wheeler had moved into a nearby Marriott. Time to put on her reporter hat and figure out where. She checked online. The three closest Marriott Courtyards were in Secaucus, Paramus, and Mahwah. She called the Secaucus one first.

“Could you patch me through to a guest named Wheeler, please?”

She figured that they wouldn’t think to check in under a pseudonym.

The operator asked for a spelling. Wendy gave it.

“We have no guest by that name.”

She hung up and tried Paramus next. Again she asked for a guest named Wheeler. Three seconds later, the operator said, “Please hold while I connect you.”

Bingo.

The phone was picked up on the third ring. Jenna Wheeler said, “Hello?”

Wendy hung up and headed to her car. The Marriott Courtyard in Paramus was only ten minutes away. Better to do this in person. When Wendy was only two minutes away she called the room again.

Jenna’s voice was more tentative this time. “Hello?”

“It’s Wendy Tynes.”

“What do you want?”

“To meet.”

“I don’t want to meet.”

“I’m not looking to hurt you or your family, Jenna.”

“Then leave us alone.”

Wendy pulled the car into the Courtyard’s parking lot. “No can do.”

“I’ve got nothing to say to you.”

She found a spot, pulled in, turned off the engine. “Too bad. Come down. I’m in the lobby. I’m not leaving until you do.”

Wendy hung up. The Paramus Marriott Courtyard was scenically located on both Route 17 and the Garden State Parkway. Room views featured either a P. C. Richard electronics store or a window-less warehouse store called Syms, with a quasi-bragging sign that read: AN EDUCATED CONSUMER IS OUR BEST CUSTOMER.

A vacation spot this was not.

Wendy entered the hotel. She waited in a lobby of beige—a sea of beige walls really, countered by a dull forest green carpet, a room enmeshed in the blandest of bland colors, hues so plain they screamed that the hotel was competent and fine, but expect absolutely no frills. Issues of USA Today were scattered about the coffee table. Wendy glanced at the headline and checked out a reader survey.

Jenna appeared five minutes later. She wore an oversize sweat-shirt. Her hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail, making her already-high cheekbones look sharp enough to slice.

“Did you come here to gloat?” Jenna asked.

“Yes, Jenna, that’s exactly why I came here. I was sitting at home this morning, thinking about a dead girl found in the woods, and I said to myself, ‘You know what would be great right now? The icing on the cake? A little gloating.’ So that’s why I’m here. Oh, and after this I’m going to go to the pound to kick a puppy.”

Jenna sat down. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”

Wendy thought about last night, about something as inane as Project Graduation, and how Jenna and Noel Wheeler should have been there, how much they probably wished now that they could have attended. “I’m sorry too. I imagine this has all been hard on you.”

Jenna shrugged. “Every time I want to feel sorry for myself, I think about Ted and Marcia. You know what I mean?”

“I do.”

Silence.

“I heard you’re moving,” Wendy said.

“Who did you hear that from?”

“It’s a small town.”

Jenna smiled without a trace of joy. “Aren’t they all? Yes, we’re moving. Noel is going to be chief of cardiac surgery at Cincinnati Memorial Hospital.”

“That was quick.”

“He’s very much in demand. But the truth is, we started planning this months ago.”

“When you first started defending Dan?”

Again she tried to smile. “Let’s just say that didn’t help our standing in the community,” she said. “We hoped to stay until the end of the school year—so Amanda could graduate with her class. But I guess that’s not meant to be.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Again, Ted and Marcia. This isn’t that big of a deal.”

Wendy guessed not.

“So why are you here, Wendy?”

“You defended Dan.”

“Yep.”

“I mean, from start to end. When the show first aired. You seemed so sure that he was innocent. And last time we talked you said that I destroyed an innocent man.”

“So what do you want me to say—my bad? I was wrong, you were right?”

“Were you?”

“Was I what?”

“Were you wrong?”

Jenna just stared at her. “What are you talking about?”

“Do you think Dan killed Haley?”

The lobby fell silent. Jenna looked as though she was about to respond but she shook her head instead.

“I don’t understand. You think he’s innocent?”

Wendy wasn’t sure how to reply to that one. “I think there are still some pieces missing.”

“Like what?”

“That’s what I’m here to find out.”

Jenna looked at her as though expecting more. Now it was Wendy who looked away. Jenna deserved a better answer. So far, Wendy had handled this whole case as a reporter. But maybe she was more than that here. Maybe it was time to come clean, admit the truth, say it out loud.

“I’m going to confess something to you, okay?”

Jenna nodded, waited.

“I work with facts, not intuition. Intuition usually just screws me up. Do you know what I mean?”

“More than you can imagine.”

There were tears in Jenna’s eyes now. Wendy imagined that they were in hers too.

“Factually I knew that I had Dan nailed. He tried to seduce my imaginary thirteen-year-old girl online. He showed up at the house. There was all that stuff in his house and on his computer. Even his job—I can’t tell you how many of these creeps work with teenagers, supposedly helping them. It all added up. And yet my intuition kept screaming that something was wrong.”

“You sounded pretty certain when we spoke.”

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