The Bone House - Brian Freeman [92]
She found three pictures. Jensen wasn't the focus in any of them; he was standing behind the girls. When she enlarged the photos, she was only able to obtain two-inch by two-inch squares on her screen, not enough to see his face in detail. She squinted, focusing on his balding crown of hair and his narrow face. One of the pictures was in profile, and she could see the sharp V-angle of his nose. He looked fit and fat-free. She printed out the best of the pictures, and then she ran another search.
This time she hunted for a photo of Harris Bone.
A man with no identity could be anyone at all, she reasoned to herself. Even a fugitive with another dead wife in his past.
The newspapers had all used the same photo of Bone at the time of the fire, a face-front shot from his arraignment. Hilary printed that photo and compared the two. The results were inconclusive. There were some similarities between the two men, but Hilary couldn't be sure if she was looking at a ghost or a stranger. If Gary Jensen was Harris Bone, then he'd lost weight in the last six years and probably had some surgical work done to his facial features. The most she could say was that it wasn't impossible. On the other hand, the faint resemblance may have been nothing more than her own wishful thinking.
Hilary frowned and rocked back in her chair. The only way to be sure was to know what Gary Jensen was doing six years earlier, before he arrived at Green Bay, when Harris Bone was burning down his house in Door County. She ran another search, and this time she found a brief notice about Jensen's hiring. The article was no more than three paragraphs long, but it provided her with the one fact she needed. The university had hired Jensen away from a coaching position at a private high school in Fargo.
One of Hilary's best friends at Northwestern was the director of financial affairs at the same school.
She dialed the number. She hadn't spoken to Pamela Frank in almost three years, but they still sent Christmas cards and the occasional e-mail. When she reached Pam at her desk, she was relieved to discover that news of Mark's problems hadn't made its way to Fargo. The last thing she wanted to do was rehash the events of the past week. Instead, after five minutes of small talk, she got to the point.
'Listen, there's a name I want to run by you,' Hilary said. 'Someone who may have been a coach or teacher at the school a few years ago. Gary Jensen.'
Pam was silent on the phone for a long while. 'OK.'
'Do you know him?'
'I remember him, sure.'
'How long was he there?' Hilary asked.
'Three or four years, as I recall.' Pam was oddly close-mouthed.
'What do you remember about him?'
'Why do you want to know?' Pam asked. 'Is this in conjunction with some kind of employment application?'
'No, nothing like that. It's personal.'
'Oh.' She sounded relieved. 'I have to be careful what I say, Hilary. It's too damn easy to get sued.'
'You know me, Pam. This goes no further.'
'Let's just say we weren't unhappy when he left us to go to Green Bay. That was about four years ago.'
'What was wrong with him?' Hilary asked.
'We didn't have any real evidence,' Pam said. 'It was just rumors.'
'Rumors about what?'
'Sex with students,' Pam said in a clipped tone. 'We investigated but couldn't prove anything. The law says we can't talk about unproven allegations in a reference check, so there wasn't anything we could say to the folks in Green Bay. But it was solid enough that his wife divorced him.'
The second wife wasn't so lucky, Hilary thought.
'What's going on?' Pam asked. 'Is Jensen in trouble again?'
'I don't know.'
'Well, you said it was personal. I assume you're not involved with this guy?'
'God, no.'
'Good. I never heard anything bad about his work as a coach, but if you ask me, he was creepy.'
'I appreciate the information, Pam.'
'How's Mark?'
'Great. Just great.'
'Tell him I said