As Good as Dead (26 page)

"And if the mother didn't dispose of the twins?" Strange how she could talk about such an evil act as if it had happened to someone else. But it hadn't happened to another person. It had happened to her. She'd been disposed of like unwanted trash. And what about Jazzy? Had she been thrown away, too, only somewhere other than the Dumpster in Sevierville? Maybe only Sally Talbot could answer that question.

"If the mother wasn't responsible for getting rid of her babies, then there's a chance whoever did dump me twins might have killed the mother."

Reve gasped quietly.

"That's just one theory."

"Yes, I understand. Listen, Mr. Powell, the DNA results are back and I'm on my way to meet my sister at the doctor's office."

"I don't think you need those results, do you, Ms. Sorrell?"

"Not to prove Jasmine Talbot is my sister, but Jazzy's Aunt Sally has agreed to meet with us today, once we have the undeniable proof that we're twins. I'd like for you to drive in from Knoxville and be there when we question her. It's possible she'll be able to gi-ve you some vital information that will help us discover our mother's identity and find her… if she's still alive."

"I'll have to rearrange my schedule, then I'll leave right away. Where do I meet y'all?"

"Jazzy's apartment is directly over Jazzy's Joint, at the end of the block on Loden Street. You can't miss the place. There's a set of outside stairs that take you straight up to the apartment." "All right then, I'll see you in a couple of hours." Reve hung up the phone, retraced her steps and, with purse and coat in hand, left the cabin. By noon today, she might possibly know the answers to some of the most important unanswered questions in her life.

Jazzy met Reve at the door leading into Dr. MacNair's reception room, grabbed her hands and squeezed them tightly. "Are you ready for this?"

"Yes. Are you?"

"I don't know why I'm so nervous. After all, it's like we both said-we already know the results even before Galvin tells us."

"But hearing him say it makes it an irrefutable fact."

Laughing, Jazzy let go of Reve's hands. "Would you believe I actually know what that means? I'm not stupid and I'm not illiterate. Oh, I know I don't have your college degrees or your polish and style, but I'm streetwise and I'm a self-made woman. I-"

"You're rambling, honey, that's what you're doing." Caleb came up beside Jazzy and put his arm around her waist. He smiled at Reve and said, "That's what she does when she's nervous."

Reve directed her gaze at Jazzy. "Look, I know I've been a bit of a snob ever since we first met and that I probably gave you the impression I was looking down my nose at you, but-"

"You did look down your nose at me," Jazzy said. "But who could blame you? After all, if you could have chosen a sister, it sure as hell wouldn't have been me, would it?"

"No, not when we first met, but that was before I got to know you. We're just now really becoming acquainted, and spending fane with you these past few days has given me a chance to realize what a very special person you are, Jasmine Talbot. You're bright and funny and caring. You light up a room with your effervescent personality. You're a smart businesswoman who started out with nothing and has made a success of her life."

Jazzy starred at Reve, her mouth agape, a dumbfounded expression on her face.

"I believe you've rendered her speechless," Caleb said.

"Heck, this is more than I'd hoped for. I thought maybe you were warming up to me."

Jazzy grinned. "But I had no idea you were beginning to like me as much as I like you. I know we're very different, but-"

"But we're twin sisters who have quite a few things in common," Reve finished for Jazzy. "The least of which is a biological mother and father."

Dr. MacNair's receptionist, Lynne Swindle, called out, "Jazzy, are you and Ms. Sorrell ready to talk to Dr. MacNair? He's waiting for y'all in his office."

Reve and Jazzy looked at each other, smiled and nodded.

"We're coming." Jazzy reached out and grabbed Caleb's hand.

When the threesome entered the doctor's small, cluttered office, he rose from behind his desk. "Have a seat." He indicated the two nondescript metal chairs in front of his desk, then glanced at Caleb and shrugged. "I'm afraid you'll have to stand. Sorry."

"No problem," Caleb replied.

Reve and Jazzy sat, side by side, their backs straight and tense. Jazzy perched on the edge of the chair while Reve crossed one ankle behind the other and placed her hands in her lap.

"I don't know how much y'all know about DNA-deoxyribonucleic acid-but it is univer-sally accepted as the definitive means of identification. There are two methods currently in wide use, one being the RFLP technique, which is detailed and accurate, but can take anywhere from three weeks to three months to get results. Since y'all wanted quick results, the lab we sent the DNA samples to used the PCR method, which is polymerase chain reaction, and is now used more and more by law enforcement. The whole process takes place in a single vial that contains-"

"I realize you find DNA testing fascinating, Dr. MacNair," Reve said, "but could you possibly skip over the chemistry lesson and go straight to our DNA test results?"

Galvin's ruddy face darkened, turning beet red. "Oh, certainly, Ms. Sorrell. Certainly. I apologize for-"

"Good God, Galvin, just cut to the chase will you!" Jazzy jumped to her feet. "Tell us the DNA test proved beyond any doubt that Reve and I are twin sisters."

"Uh, yes." Galvin gulped. "The PCR test results, which are seen as a series of dots-"

Jazzy growled. Galvin gasped when he realized he'd been about to go into another unwanted lengthy explanation. "Yes, the test results prove that Jasmine Talbot and Reve Sorrell are identical twins."

"I knew it!" Jazzy grabbed Reve's hands and yanked her to her feet, then hugged her fi-ercely.

Unaccustomed to physical displays of emotion, Reve didn't respond immediately. She waited almost a whole minute before she wrapped her arms around her sister and hugged her. This was only the first step in unearthing the truth about their births. A part of Reve wished she'd never heard of Jazzy Talbot, that she'd never come to Cherokee Pointe back in the spring searching for her look-alike. But neither her life nor Jazzy's could ever return to the way it had been before. She had set things in motion out of curiosity and a burning need to know the truth. Now their lives were picking up speed and spinning out of control. DNA confirmation of their sisterhood. Sally Talbot prepared to tell them what she knew, everything she knew. And Griffin Powell on the verge of discovering their mother's identity.

All Reve could do was move forward on the tidal wave and hope the truth didn't destroy her or her sister.

Farlan MacKinnon rose from the table, picked up his cup and saucer and carried it with him out of the dining room. Veda stood in the kitchen doorway and watched her husband leave without so much as a by-your-leave. It was as if she were invisible, as if he didn't see her at all. She wanted to scream at him, demand to know why he ignored her. But she knew. Heaven help her, she knew. Something inside Farlan had died thirty years ago, but for many years he'd been able to pretend otherwise, to put up a good front for her sake and Brian's. Not any longer.

She wasn't quite sure when he'd begun to withdraw from her. Ten years ago? Or had it been longer than that? With each passing year, her husband became more and more of a stranger to her. And there was nothing she could do about it. The old threats no longer worked. She had lost her power over him. She couldn't threaten to take Brian away from him. Brian was an adult; he'd been of legal age for over twenty years. She couldn't threaten to deny her husband sex because he was no longer interested. And although she could still threaten to commit suicide, that hollow threat had long since lost its potency. Sometimes she wondered if Farlan wouldn't be happier if she was dead.

Abra came up behind Veda and asked, "Should I clear away the breakfast dishes now, Miss Veda?"

"Yes, certainly. Mr. MacKinnon and I are finished. And both Mr. Brian and Wallace had breakfast in town this morning."

Veda laced her arms over her chest and rubbed her hands up and down her upper arms.

"It's rather chilly this morning. I feel winter coming on. I hate winter. I miss being able to work in my garden."

"Yes, ma'am. Winter is worse for us when we get a bit older, isn't it, ma'am?" Abra busied herself quickly and then she, too, ignored Veda.

As she crossed the dining room, intending to go upstairs and dress for the day, Veda heard the front door burst open and a felt a gush of cool morning air. Peering out into the foyer, she caught a glimpse of Wallace as he came barreling into the house. Usually by this time of the morning, he was up on the mountain, at Genny Sloan's nursery, where he'd worked most of his adult life. He'd been employed first for Genny's grandmother, Melva Mae, and since the old witch woman's death, by Genny, who had supposedly inherited not only Melva Mae's greenhouses and mail-order business, but her spooky "gift of sight."

It wasn't that Wallace needed a job to earn a living. Farlan provided well for his brother. Always had, always would. But Wallace loved working in the greenhouses, getting his hands dirty and being useful. And he adored Genny. Almost everyone did. At least those who weren't afraid of her because of her special powers.

When Brian had become infatuated with Genny a couple °f years ago, she had tried to discourage him, but he'd been adamant about his feelings. Fortunately, Genny had never reciprocated Brian's interest to any great degree and eventu-alty married someone else.

Farlan paused at the door to his study and turned to greet his brother. "Wallace, is something wrong? Why aren't you at work?"

"I called Genny and told her I'd be late this morning," Wallace said breathlessly. "Ho-ot's outside in his car waiting on me. He's gotta go up on the mountain to check on some of the cabins and he's giving me a ride."

Veda waited quietly in the dining room, almost out of sight, but able to hear Farlan and Wallace's conversation.

"That's good of Hoot to give you a lift," Farlan said. "Did you forget something this morning? Is that why you've stopped back by?"

"I didn't forget nothing. I come by to tell you the news. Everybody down at the restaurant is talking about it."

"What news is that?"

Veda sincerely hoped there hadn't been another murder. Cherokee Pointe used to be such a safe little town, practically no crime at all. But lately violent crimes seemed to ha-ve made up for lost time and were escalating at an alarming rate.

"Miss Jazzy and Miss Reve got the news from Dr. MacNair. They passed that test they took," Wallace said. "They're twins all right, just like everybody thought they were."

"And this is why you came back home?" Veda walked out into the foyer. "This bit of information isn't newsworthy. You could have waited until this evening to report it."

"But everybody's talking about it," Wallace explained. "They're asking how come Sally never told nobody there was another baby." Wallace turned to Veda. "Sisters are supposed to be raised together, aren't they? Me and Farlan are brothers and we were raised together.

I don't understand why-"

"For goodness sake, Wallace, who knows what goes on with the likes of Sally Talbot,"

Veda said. "Maybe she couldn't afford to feed and clothe two babies so she gave one away. That sort is liable to do anything."

Wallace frowned at Veda, then looked back at Farlan. "Do you think that's what happened? If Sally had told me she needed money to take care of two babies, I'd have asked you to give her some money and you would have, wouldn't you?"

Farlan set his cup and saucer on the antique walnut commode in the foyer, then grasped his brother's shoulder and softly replied, "Yes, of course I would have. Haven't I always given you anything you asked for?"

Wallace thought for a moment, mulling over Farlan's comment. A wide smile spread across his fat, wrinkled face. "Yeah, everything but that car I wanted. You told me I couldn't have a car because I didn't know how to drive."

The brothers laughed, each apparently remembering the time when Wallace had begged for a car of his own. He'd been nearly forty at the time and hadn't realized he'd need to know how to drive for a car to be of any use to him. Farlan walked his brother to the door, went out on the porch and called to Hoot Tompkins, the manger of Cherokee Cabin Rentals.

Veda wished she could have joined in their laughter, but horrid unwanted thoughts suddenly tormented her. The harder she tried to vanquish the stupid, totally unfounded suspicions, the stronger they grew. It was all this silly talk of Jazzy Talbot and Reve Sorrell being twins. Redheaded twins. She vaguely recollected having seen Jazzy at a distance sometime in the past, but she and that young hussy certainly didn't frequent the same social circles. Perhaps, if she'd already gotten a better look at Cherokee Pointe's most notorious bad girl, she wouldn't have been so startled by Reve Sorrell's physical appearance. Of course, she'd managed to cover her surprise that Ms. Sorrell reminded Veda of another young woman, one she had tried so hard to forget ever existed. Not only did Reve have dark red hair, but she was quite lovely, with perfect features. Just like-No! You mustn’t torture yourself this way. It happened a lifetime ago. There's no need to look back now with regrets and fears and uncertainty.

How was it that Farlan and Dodd and Maxwell all knew Jazzy Talbot and not once had any one of them ever noticed the resemblance? But was there really that strong a resemblance? Had her imagination made her see a resemblance when there was none? Imagination or guilty conscience?

She had nothing to feel guilty about, did she? She was not the one who had sinned; she had been sinned against. Dodd and Farlan were guilty, and Maxwell was, too. She had done only what she'd been forced to do, to protect herself and her son, to protect her entire family.

Suddenly Veda felt exceedingly weak. Realizing she had become unsteady on her feet, she grasped the door frame and rested her head against the smooth wooden surface.