Look Again - Lisa Scottoline [90]
“I wonder why she didn’t call you or Melanie, if she felt tempted to do drugs again.”
“You wonder?” Rose winced, between bites. “I’m not her sponsor, but I am, I was, her friend. I would think she’d call me if she wanted to use. I’ll never get over this, until I go to my own grave.”
“I’m sorry. You can’t blame yourself.”
“That’s what my husband says, and thanks for it, but it doesn’t help.” Rose set the sandwich down. “I would have bet a thousand bucks on Amy. She had relapsed twice, but that’s part of the process, for some of us. She was finally able to get clean.”
“So she never called you, to say she was tempted?”
“No, never.” Rose’s face fell into pained lines. “We talked on the phone every couple days, and all the talk was easy. She got a new job and she was getting ready to reconcile with her family. So that she started using again, two days after we spoke, well, it was a real blow.” Rose shook her head.
“Melanie told me about a guy named Rob Moore, who Amy dated three or four years ago. He was abusive and she got away from him. You know anything about him?”
“Not really. Amy told me that she had a toxic relationship once, that much I know. I never knew his name. She talked about him in group. The therapists might know more, but they won’t tell you, that’s confidential.”
Ellen tried another tack. “Did Amy say where he was from or where he lived? Anything that he might have done for a living? I ask because there’s an outside chance that he’s the father of my son.”
“I wish I could help you, but I can’t.”
“Wait, maybe this will help.” Ellen picked up her purse and pulled out a flurry of papers, one of which was the photo of Amy and the man on the beach, then handed the picture to Rose. Luckily, she hadn’t cleaned out her purse after the Miami trip. She pointed at Beach Man. “I think this man might be Rob Moore. Did you ever see him?”
“No.”
“She ever show you a photo?”
“No, just told me that he was a jerk.” Rose handed back the picture, then paused, her eyes narrowing. “Hold the phone. Last week, she called me on my cell. I wasn’t there to take the call, but she left a message, saying something about a ‘blast from the past.’ ” Rose looked away, her lips parting slightly as she reached for a thought. “What was it she said? She had a visit from a blast from the past.”
Ellen met her eye, and her blood ran cold.
“Do you think she meant Rob Moore?”
“Maybe.” Ellen’s thoughts came fast and furious, but it was risky to tell her much more. “What did she say when you called her back?”
“She said she was fine. I forgot about the message, and we started talking about other things.” Rose’s mouth tilted down, and the realization dawned on her. “You think that this guy came back in her life, but she didn’t want to let on? Or she thought better of it?”
“I don’t know what I think. I’m trying to figure out what happened. What day was it that she called you?”
“Friday. I missed the call because I was at my son’s piano recital.”
Ellen thought back quickly. She had met with Cheryl on Thursday night, after which Cheryl sent Amy the email telling her that Ellen was looking for her. Friday would be the night after Amy got the email, assuming she checked her email with any frequency. Ellen felt an ominous tightening in her chest, trying to put two and two together on the spot.
“Why does any of this matter? Do you think Rob Moore had something to do with Amy’s using again?”
“I don’t know,” Ellen answered, feeling an odd momentum building within her. She wished she could tell Rose that she intended to find out, but she was too stricken to speak. Too many things weren’t making sense, or maybe they were. She sensed it wasn’t speculation. That Amy’s death was connected to her visit to Cheryl. That she had set it all in motion. And that Rob Moore had everything to do with Amy’s death.
“You there?”
“Sorry.” Ellen fake-checked her watch, then rose. “Jeez, I’m late, I should probably get going, thanks so much.”
“Now?” Rose blinked in confusion. “We’re in the middle