When Ashley entered the festively decorated gymnasium of Bedford Area High School, she found herself surrounded by 120 vaguely familiar-looking strangers. Some of her former classmates were completely unrecognizable, others had changed little. Ashley was looking for one person: Jim Cleary. Would he have changed much? Would he have his wife with him? People were approaching Ashley.
“Ashley, it’s Trent Waterson. You look great!”
“Thanks. So do you, Trent.”
“I want you to meet my wife…”
“Ashley, it is you, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Er—”
“Art. Art Davies. Remember me?”
“Of course.” He was badly dressed and looked ill at ease.
“How is everything going, Art?”
“Well, you know I wanted to become an engineer, but it didn’t work out.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah. Anyway, I became a mechanic.”
“Ashley! It’s Lenny Holland. For God’s sake, you look beautiful!”
“Thank you, Lenny.” He had gained weight and was wearing a large diamond ring on his little finger.
“I’m in real estate now, doing great. Did you ever get married?”
Ashley hesitated. “No.”
“Remember Nicki Brandt? We got married. We have twins.”
“Congratulations.”
It was amazing how much people could change in ten years. They were fatter and thinner…prosperous and downtrodden. They were married and divorced .. . parents and parentless…
As the evening wore on, there was dining and music and dancing. Ashley made conversation with her former classmates and caught up on their lives, but her mind was on Jim Cleary. There was still no sign of him. He won’t come, she decided. He knows I might be here and he’s afraid to face me.
An attractive-looking woman was approaching. “Ashley! I was hoping I’d see you.” It was Florence Schiffer. Ashley was genuinely glad to see her. Florence had been one of her closest friends. The two of them found a table in the corner, where they could talk.
“You look great, Florence,” Ashley said.
“So do you. Sorry I’m so late. The baby wasn’t feeling well. Since I last saw you, I’ve gotten married and divorced. I’m going out with Mr. Wonderful now. What about you? After the graduation party, you disappeared. I tried to find you, but you’d left town.”
“I went to London,” Ashley said. “My father enrolled me in a college over there. We left here the morning after our graduation.”
“I tried every way I could think of to reach you. The detectives thought I might know where you were. They were looking for you because you and Jim Cleary were going together.”
Ashley said slowly, “The detectives?”
“Yes. The ones investigating the murder.”
Ashley felt the blood drain from her face. “What…murder?”
Florence was staring at her. “My God! You don’t know?”
“Know what?” Ashley demanded fiercely. “What are you talking about?”
“The day after the graduation party, Jim’s parents came back and found his body. He had been stabbed to death and…castrated.”
The room started to spin. Ashley held on to the edge of the table. Florence grabbed her arm.
“I’m—I’m sorry, Ashley. I thought you would have read about it, but of course . .. you had left for London.”
Ashley squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She saw herself sneaking out of the house that night, heading toward Jim Cleary’s house. But she had turned and gone back home to wait for him in the morning. If only I had gone to him, Ashley thought miserably, he would still he alive. And all these years I’ve hated him. Oh, my God. Who could have killed him? Who—?
She could hear her father’s voice, “You keep your goddamned hands off my daughter, do you understand?…If I ever see you around here again, I’ll break every bone in your body.’’
She got to her feet. “You’ll have to excuse me, Florence. I—I’m not feeling very well.”
And Ashley fled.
The detectives. They must have gotten in touch with her father. Why didn’t he tell me?
She took the first plane back to California. It was early in the morning before she could fall asleep. She had a nightmare. A figure standing in the dark was stabbing Jim and screaming at him. The figure stepped into the light.
It was her father.
Chapter Five
THE next few months were misery for Ashley. The image of Jim Cleary’s bloody, mutilated body kept going through her mind. She thought of seeing Dr. Speakman again, but she knew she dare not discuss this with anyone. She felt guilty even thinking that her father might have done such a terrible thing. She pushed the thought away and tried to concentrate on her work. It was impossible. She looked down in dismay at a logo she had just botched.