Chapter 49: Why Is It Different

“Do you realize how nuts this sounds?”
Grace’s eyes widened. She pulled her hair away from her face. “Zach, I thought you believed me.”
Zach looked at the table his hands raking through his hair. “I want to, Grace, but I can’t.”
She reached out to him, but stopped before she actually made contact. “What can I do to prove to you?”
“I’m not sure you can.”
Her arms crossed. “So you’ve been humoring me all along?”
He frowned at the floor, but didn’t speak. Her heart pumped, but was heavier in her chest.
“Anyway, I don’t know who else can rewind. Whoever it is must be screwing things up. I need to rewind. I need to see Dolores.”
“You can walk out of here.”
“Yes, but I cannot see Dolores. aShe’s part of a murder investigation. They won’t let just anyone view the body.”
“You work at the hospital, can’t you get in?”
“I can get to the morgue, but not to Dolores.”
His gaze met hers. “I can’t help you.”
***
Zach met Mark on his way out of the interrogation room. The guy reminded him of a weasel, beady eyes, pointy nose and scruffy beard. Did he know what a razor looked like?
“Mark Handon,” he said and held out a hand with short fingers.
“Detective Zach Holten.”
“Yes, I figured.”
“You’re uncle on the way?”
“Yeah, can I see Grace?”
“You related?”
“No.”
“I’ll have to talk to the detectives on the case.”
He did and they agreed Mark could go in. Zach didn’t look at Grace as he led the man to her.
Shutting the door, he wished he’d turned on the intercom. He’d be curious what Mark’s relationship was to Grace.
She’d been happy to see him.
Zach settled into a hard plastic chair on the other side of the mirror. He couldn’t hear, but he could watch.
Grace didn’t hug her friend. He seemed to expect it. Instead, she turned away from him towards the mirror.
Mark had his hands out as if pleading with her on some point. Lover’s spat?
He didn’t think so. Grace had more class in her little finger than this guy had in his whole body. His sense of privacy getting the best of him, he left to let them talk without observation.
***
Grace knew as soon as she saw him Mark had done something wrong. She didn’t know what, but she could sense it.
But he wouldn’t tell her.
Then the odd thought struck her. Could he rewind?
“Why aren’t you in California?”
“I didn’t get the job and I heard about some auditions in Manhattan.”
“Were you going to let me know you were in town?”
His gaze slipped away from hers, a sure sign he was lying. “I wasn’t in town.”
“Right. When will your uncle be here?”
“Any minute.”
“I have favor to ask.”
His eyes lit up as if he was now in her good graces. “I need to get into the morgue.”
“You work at the hospital, why can’t you get into it yourself.”
“No one’s going to let me into see Dolores.”
“Oh, you want to rewind again.”
“Again?”
Before she could call him on that the door opened. The two grim detectives strode into the room. “We’re letting you go.”
“Just like that.”
“We don’t have enough to keep you.”
The threat of a lawyer was too much. “Then I’m out of here.” She brushed past Mark. “Tell your uncle I don’t need him.”
“Right.”
He followed her out, past the two cheap suited men. “So what’s the game plan.”
“Let’s get some coffee and I’ll tell you.”
***
Zach couldn’t focus on his yoga. The loss of both Dolores and Grace tainted his soul. Thoughts raced around his brain despite the calming exercise he was performing.
He’d let down Grace. Some part of him, not his rational brain, but some part of him knew she was right. She wasn’t a killer and what she’d said about rewinding did ring true.
“But how could it,” he said to his rice and beans dinner.
The meal, one of his favorites, tasted like melted plastic. He shoved it away from him while grabbing for the phone. He had to make good with her.
Her phone went straight to voicemail. “It’s Grace, leave a message.”
“Grace, its’ Zach. Call me. I’m sorry.”
***
Grace managed to get herself and Mark through the hospital and to the morgue, despite tight security that had been implemented since 9/11.
Now she stood before the door to where Dolores’ body would be stored until the Medical Examiner came down from Newark. She shouldn’t be here.
“You ready?”
Mark showed no trace of fear. She figured he was used to nefarious goings on so, but that was only a theory. He didn’t talk to her about major portions of his life.
Like why he was passing through New Jersey and not stopping to see her.
“Ready as I’ll ever be. You got your story straight, Mark?”
“Yes, Dolores was my sister. I’ll ask to see her alone and then let you in the back door.”
She left him to his tale and walked out onto a loading dock. After five and no one there expecting deliveries, she made it to the outside door of the morgue unaccosted.
Looking through the window she saw Mark by the drawer that must have held Dolores.
“Miss Harmony?”
A security guard had sneaked up behind her. Did she know him?
“You need to come with me?”
“Why?”
She couldn’t imagine where he’d come from and how he knew her name.
“Don’t make it worse. You aren’t supposed to be at the morgue. The tech called and said you were trying to break in.”
He tugged at her arm as a police car rolled onto the scene. She stared at them wide eyed. What had gone wrong? Who knew she was here?