THE MAZE by Catherine Counlter

“Not more than three days, just long enough to see that her care is all locked into place.”

“Go, Sherlock. Oh yes, I want you to call me from Boston tonight and tell me what’s going on, all right?”

Why did he care what she was doing away from Washington? More lies. She hated lies. She wasn’t particularly good at them, but she’d rehearsed this one all the way in. Surely he believed her, surely. “Yes, sir. I’ll call you this evening.”

He jotted down his phone number on a piece of paper. “If it’s late, call me at home.” He handed her the folded paper. He said nothing until she was nearly at the outer door, then, “Good luck. Take care.”

He turned back to his office only after she was out the door. He listened a moment to the sound of her quick footfalls.

This was odd.

Why was she lying to him?

It was 10:30 that night when the phone rang. Savich muted the baseball game between the Giants and the Red Sox, Giants leading 7 to 2 in the seventh inning. He kept looking at the screen as he answered the phone.

“Sir, it’s Sherlock.”

He grinned into the phone. “What’s going on?”

“My aunt is just fine. I have more details to tie up but I’ll be back by Thursday, if that’s all right.”

He said easily, “I have a good friend at Boston Memorial, a doctor who specializes in geriatrics. Would you like his name so you can speak to him about your aunt?”

“Oh no, sir. Everything’s under control.”

“That’s good, Sherlock. What’s the weather like in Boston?”

“It’s chilly and raining. Everything looks old and tired.”

“About the same here. I’ll see you on Thursday. Oh yes, call me again tomorrow night.”

There was a pause, then, “Very well, sir, if that’s what you want.”

“It is. You sound tired, Sherlock. Sleep well. Good night.”

“Thank you, sir. You too.”

He watched her from his office. It was nearly one o’clock Thursday afternoon. He’d been in meetings all morning. This was the first time he’d seen her since she’d left for Boston. She looked tired beyond her years. No, it was more than that. She looked flattened, as if she’d lost her best friend, as if someone had pounded her, not physically, but emotionally. He wasn’t at all surprised.

She was typing furiously on the keyboard, completely absorbed. He waited for a few more minutes, then strolled to her workstation. He’d spoken to her three nights running, each night at 10:30, each night mirroring the previous one and the next, except that on Wednesday, she hadn’t quite been the same. He’d wished he could see her. When he looked at her, her thoughts were clear as the shine Uncle Bob put on his wing tips every Wednesday.

“Sherlock.”

She raised her face, her fingers stilling on the computer keyboard. “Good afternoon, sir. You just get here?”

“Yes. Call me Savich. Or Dillon.”

“Yes, sir. Dillon.”

“Would you please come in my office? In say ten minutes?”

She nodded, nothing more, just a defeated nod that she tried to hide from him.

When she walked into his office, he said immediately, “I don’t like lies or liars.”

She just looked at him hopelessly.

“Your mother’s sister lives in San Diego. You have three cousins, none of them older than thirty-five, all living on the West Coast. You don’t even have a third cousin in Boston. Also, there’s nary a trace of Alzheimer’s in anyone in your family.”

“No, I guess there isn’t.”

“Sit down, Sherlock.”

She sat.

He watched her pull her skirt to her calves. She sat on the edge of her chair like a child ready to be chastised. Only she wasn’t remotely a child.

“Don’t you think it’s about time you leveled with me?”

“Not until I call Chico and take a dozen or so lessons.”

Humor from her. He appreciated it. At least she had her balance, if nothing else. “I could still wipe up the floor with you. I’m an old hand at karate and other things as well. Speaking of hands, I played right into yours when I requested you for my unit, didn’t I? You must have thought God was looking out for you when Petty told you you didn’t have to go to L.A.”

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