Jessica headed straight for the study. Her father had been up to something, that much was clear. There were too many weird happenings for it to have been any other way. He had visited Nancy Serat on the morning of his death. He had skipped out on a medical examiners' convention in Denver because he hadn't felt well - something he would never do. He had possibly even purchased nude photographs of Kathy.
You didn't have to be Sherlock Holmes to realize something was amiss.
She flicked on the track lights, illuminating the room a bit too harshly for her taste. She used the dimmer. Downstairs, Edward was in the kitchen opening the refrigerator.
She began to rifle through her father's drawers. She had no idea what she was looking for. Perhaps a small box with the words big clue scrawled across the top. That would be nice. She tried not to think about Nancy Serat, about her blue face frozen in terror, but the thought stayed anchored front and center. She thought of more pleasant things, like waking to see Myron folded up in that hospital chair like a contortionist from Le Cirque du Soleil. The image made her smile.
In the file drawer she found a folder marked CMA. Her father's Merrill Lynch Cash Management Account. She pulled it out. The CMA statement is a financial instrument of great beauty. Everything in one statement - your stocks, bonds, other holdings, checks, Visa card transactions. Jessica had one of her own.
She checked the charges and checks cleared on the most recent statement.
Nothing unusual. Problem was, the statement ended three weeks ago. She needed something more recent.
She flipped to the last page. On the bottom in small print it read 'You have an alphabetic character in your Merrill Lynch account number. Please use nine-eight-two-three-three-four as your account access number for cma-data.
CMA-DATA. The 800 line. She had used it before with her own account, whenever she found a discrepancy. She dialed the number and immediately heard a taped voice say, 'Welcome to the Merrill Lynch Financial Service Center. Enter your Merrill Lynch account number or your account access number.'
Jessica entered the number.
'Enter your selection. You may interrupt the dialogue at any time. For your current balance and purchasing power, enter one. For check clearing information, enter two. For most recent funds received, enter three. For most recent Visa transactions, enter six.'
She decided to start with the charges and then look at the checks. She pressed six.
The voice said, 'Visa draft for $28.50 is on delay debit as of May twenty eighth. Visa draft for $14.75 is on delay debit as of May twenty-eighth.'
The machine was not telling her where the charges were coming from.
The same would be true for the checks. Knowing just the amounts would do her no good.
'Visa draft for $3,478.44 is on delay debit as of May twenty-seventh.'
She froze. Three thousand dollars? For what? She hung up, hit the redial button, and put in the account access number.
'Enter your selection.'
This time she pressed zero for a customer service representative.
'Good morning,' a pleasant-voiced woman singsonged. 'May I help you?'
'Yes, there's a Visa charge on my account for over three thousand dollars.
I'd like to know where the charge came from.'
'Your account number, please?'
'Nine-eighttwothreethree-four.'
There was some keyboard clacking in the background. 'And you are?' the rep asked.
Jessica checked the statement. A joint account, thank God. 'Carol Culver,' she said.
'Hold one moment, Mrs Culver.'
More clacking. 'Yes, I have it here. $3,478.44. Eye-Spy Shop in Manhattan.'
Eye-Spy? What the hell was that all about? 'Thank you,' Jessica said.
'Anything else today, Mrs Culver?'
'Yes. My husband and I have all our records on a personal computer, and I'm afraid the computer has had a disk failure. Can I ask you to give me the most recent checks that have been written against the account?'
'Certainly.'
More clacking. 'Check one-nineteen for $295 to Volvo Finance written on May twenty-fifth.'
Car payment.
'Check one-eighteen for $649 to Getaway Realty, also written on May twenty-fifth.'
Hold the phone. 'Did you say Getaway Realty?'
'Yes, that's correct.'
'Does it say where they're located?'
'I'n afraid I don't have that information.'
They went through the rest of the month's checks. Nothing unusual.
Jessica thanked the woman and hung up. $649 to Getaway Realty? $3,478.44 to Eye-Spy? More and more amiss.
Edward knocked on the door. 'Hi,' he said.
'Hi.'
He stepped into their father's study, head lowered.
'I'm sorry about the other day,' Edward said. He blinked several times, his to-die-for eyelashes waving up and down. 'About running out like that.'
'It's okay.'
'You hit a raw nerve,' he said. 'Asking all those questions and everything.'
'They need to be asked,' she replied. 'I think everything is connected.
What happened to Kathy. What happened to Dad. What made Kathy change.'
