Self-Defense by JONATHAN KELLERMAN

“Your Aunt Kate had just gotten married and gone on her honeymoon. Does the time frame fit?”

She stared at the lawn. Slumped low in her chair.

“I—” she said, very softly. “I still can’t see how I couldn’t remember something like that.”

“Memories from any age can be blocked out.”

“Four . . . that’s the age I feel in the dream.”

I nodded.

She started to reach for my arm, then stopped herself. Her face had gone gray-white, like skim milk. “You think it could be real?”

“I don’t know, Lucy. That’s what we need to figure out.”

“Four . . . I’m so confused.”

“Some parts of the dream seem to match reality,” I said. “There was a big party that summer. That could explain the sounds and lights. And the buildings at Sanctum are made of logs.”

Her hands fisted. Her eyes were cold yet electric. “What about the rest of it—what I saw?”

“I don’t know.”

She started to shake, and I held her shoulders till she stopped.

Finally she was able to take a deep breath.

“Calm,” she said to herself. “I can handle this.”

Another breath. She closed her eyes, her shoulders loosened, and I let go. A few more inhalations, and for a moment I thought she’d lapse into the semihypnotic state I’d seen a few days ago. Then her eyes opened. “I don’t feel anything. No big insights . . . but could it—the girl? What do you think? Do you know anything else that you’re not telling me?”

I studied her face. No muscles moved. Her eyes were still and dry and piercing.

“Yes,” I said. “After Ken told me, Milo and I did some research, looking into crimes in that area. We found no murders or rapes that matched, but we did come across a missing persons case involving a girl who was never found. She did have long dark hair and long legs, but that could apply to lots of girls. So let’s not assume anything for the moment.”

“Oh, God.”

“It may very well mean absolutely nothing, Lucy, and latching on to it may distort your memories. That’s why I didn’t want to rush into it.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “I won’t rush into anything either.” Putting her hands in her lap. Smoothing her hair. “What else do you know about this girl?”

“Her name was Karen Best. She disappeared the night before the party—which wouldn’t fit with the dream. She was last seen in Paradise Cove, fifteen miles from Topanga. And there’s no evidence she was ever up at Sanctum. The only thing that does match is her physical description, and there’s nothing very distinctive about it. As I told you before, dreams can be mixtures of reality and fantasy. You were four years old, may very well have seen something a child’s mind couldn’t process.”

“Such as?”

“Something sexual, like you initially assumed. Small children who witness the sexual act often interpret it as an assault.”

“But the scraping sounds—the last couple of times, like last night—it was definitely shovels digging. Burying her.”

Hunching her back, she bit her finger.

“Lucy—”

She removed the finger and rubbed the upper joint. “Don’t worry,” she said softly. “I’m not going to fall apart. I’m just trying to put this into place.”

“Don’t try to do it all at once.”

She nodded. Breathed deeply again, and placed her hands on the table, as if summoning a spirit at a sÉance.

“Why now?” she said. “If I’ve forgotten it all these years, why now?”

“Perhaps the stress of the trial,” I said. “Hearing about all that sexual violence. Or maybe you’re strong enough to deal with it now.”

She expelled air. “What does Milo think about this?”

“He’s open-minded but skeptical.”

“But he didn’t dismiss it . . . the girl. Karen. Do you have a picture?”

“Not with me, but I can get one.”

“I want to see her.”

I nodded.

“Does she have a family?”

“A father and a brother.”

“Have you met them?”

“The father. The brother lives back east.”

“Was she originally from back east?”

“Massachusetts.”

“Boston?”

“New Bedford.”

“I’ve been there plenty of times—used to go out there with Ray to buy squid from the Portuguese fishermen. What was she doing in L.A.?”

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