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The Innocent Page 21
Author: Harlan Coben

Did he believe her? He so wanted to, so wanted to just drop it . . .

“Earlier today,” he said, “right before I left you that message, I got a call from your cell phone. It was a camera call—”

“No, I understand that, but . . .”

“But what?”

“Oh, wait,” Olivia said. “That might explain something.”

Paul and Ethan had started running in dizzying circles again. They were out of control and a little too close to the street. Matt put his hand over the mouthpiece and called them back.

“Explain what?” he asked.

“I think . . . well, I don’t really understand why I didn’t get your first call. I’m in range. I looked on the missed calls log and you know what? Jamie called too. I never heard that one either.”

“So?”

“So I’m thinking. The guys at these seminars. They’re all jokers. Maybe one of them played a prank.”

“A prank.”

“Okay, during this seminar? I fell asleep. It was boring as hell. When I woke up, my purse had been moved. Not a lot. But now that I think about it, it was definitely moved. I didn’t think much about it at the time.”

“And now you think . . . ?”

“That, yeah, they took it and did something with it and then put it back. I don’t know, I guess that’s crazy too.”

Matt didn’t know what to make of this, but Olivia’s tone did not ring true. “When are you coming home?”

“Friday.”

He switched hands. “I’ll come up.”

“Don’t you have work?”

“Nothing that can’t keep.”

“But,” she said, and her voice dropped a little, “isn’t tomorrow your, uh, Thursday at the museum?”

He had almost forgotten about it.

“You can’t miss that.”

In three years he never had. For a long time Matt had told no one about his every-other-Thursday rendezvous at the museum. People would never understand. There was a bond there, a draw built on necessity and secrecy. It was hard to say more. Those meetings were simply too important.

But he still said, “I can put it off.”

“You shouldn’t, Matt. You know that.”

“I can fly up right now—”

“There’s no need. I’ll be home the day after tomorrow.”

“I don’t want to wait.”

“I’m crazy busy with stuff here anyway. Look, I have to go. We’ll talk about this later, okay?”

“Olivia?”

“Friday,” she said. “I love you.”

And then she hung up.

Chapter 10

“UNCLE MATT?”

Paul and Ethan were safely ensconced in the backseat. It had taken Matt the better part of fifteen minutes to secure the car booster seats into place. Who the hell had designed these things—NASA?

“What’s up, partner?”

“You know what McDonald’s has right now?”

“I already told you. We’re not going to McDonald’s.”

“Oh, I know. I’m just saying.”

“Uh huh.”

“You know what McDonald’s has right now?”

“No,” Matt said.

“You know the new Shrek movie?”

“Yes.”

“They got Shrek toys,” Paul said.

“He means McDonald’s does,” Ethan chipped in.

“Is that a fact?”

“And they’re free.”

“They’re not free,” Matt said.

“They are so. It’s in the Happy Meal.”

“Which are overpriced.”

“Overwhat?”

“We’re not going to McDonald’s.”

“Oh, we know.”

“We were just saying.”

“They got free toys, is all.”

“From the new Shrek movie.”

“Remember when we saw the first Shrek movie, Uncle Matt?”

“I remember,” he said.

“I like Donkey,” Ethan said.

“Me too,” Matt agreed.

“Donkey is the toy this week.”

“We’re not going to McDonald’s.”

“I’m just saying.”

“ ’Cause Chinese is good too,” Paul said.

“Even though they don’t got toys.”

“Yeah, I like spare ribs.”

“And dim sum.”

“Mom likes the string beans.”

“Ugh. You don’t like string beans, do you, Uncle Matt?”

“They’re good for you,” Matt said.

Ethan turned to his brother. “That means no.”

Matt smiled, tried to push away the day. Paul and Ethan were good for that.

They arrived at Cathay, an old-fashioned Chinese restaurant with the retro classics like chow mein and egg foo young, cracked vinyl booths, and a grumpy old woman at the front counter who watched you eat as if fearing you’d pocket the utensils.

The food was greasy, but that was as it should be. The boys ate a ton. At McDonald’s, they picked. They managed maybe half a burger and a dozen fries. Here they cleaned the plate. Chinese restaurants would be well served by handing out movie tie-in toys.

Ethan, as always, was animated. Paul was a bit more reserved. They had been raised in pretty much the exact manner, the same gene pool, and yet they couldn’t be more different. Ethan was the cutup. He never sat still. He was messy and lively and shunned affection. When Paul colored, he always stayed in the lines. He got frustrated when he made a mistake. He was thoughtful, a good athlete, and liked to cuddle.

Nature waaay over nurture.

They stopped at Dairy Queen on the ride home. Ethan ended up wearing more soft vanilla than he consumed. When he pulled into the driveway Matt was surprised to see that Marsha wasn’t back yet. He took them inside—he had a key—and gave them a bath. It was eight o’clock.

Matt put on an episode of The Fairly OddParents, which was pretty funny on an adult level, and then convinced the boys using negotiating skills picked up in legal pleadings across the state to get into bed. Ethan was afraid of the dark, so Matt turned on the SpongeBob night-light.

Matt checked his watch. Eight thirty. He didn’t mind staying later, but he was getting a little worried.

He headed into the kitchen. The latest works of art by Paul and Ethan hung on the refrigerator by magnets. There were photographs, too, in acrylic frames that never seemed to hold the photos in place. Most were halfway slipping out. Matt carefully slid the images back where they belonged.

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