The Guilty (Will Robie 4)

“Schizophrenia can happen to anyone at any time. It happens to teenagers. In fact, a lot of cases are diagnosed between eighteen and twenty-one.”

“But if that is Laura and she’s forty and she was committed only two years ago, that means she was diagnosed in her late thirties.”

“No, she came here two years ago. She could have been in another facility before this. Or she could have been in someone’s home and she became too much to handle, so they committed her. We have no way of knowing how long she’s been like this without taking a deep dive into her personal and medical history.”

“Damn, could she change that much, though?” asked Robie.

“Like you said, it’s been twenty-two years. You’ve been away from her longer than you knew her. People can become unrecognizable, Robie. Especially someone with her condition.”

“I guess.”

“But let’s look at this logically. If she was committed, there had to be a court hearing. So how could they commit Laura Barksdale as Jane Smith? It’s inconceivable.”

“Unless she was brought to the court as Jane Smith with accompanying documentation,” noted Robie.

“But with what purpose? To cut her out of the will? It doesn’t seem like Henry Barksdale was exactly rolling in dough. And she obviously isn’t all there. She should be in a place like this under a doctor’s care and with medications. She clearly can’t be on her own.”

“But it doesn’t explain what happened to her. Unless, like you said, she became schizophrenic.”

“The thing is, when that happens, and depending on the severity, the person can sometimes manage it with meds. And lead a relatively normal life. Every situation is different, of course, but if Jane’s on three very powerful antipsychotic meds and she still has the mental capacity of a four-year-old, something else is going on.”

“Like maybe she suffered irreversible brain damage?” asked Robie.

“Yes.”

“But how? An injury?”

They got in the car and Reel started it up.

“Well, maybe Ted-slash-Emmitt can provide some much needed answers,” she said.

Chapter

69

WELL, THE GUY’S not rich,” said Robie as they pulled into the neighborhood where Emmitt Barksdale lived under the name Ted Bunson. The homes and yards were in good condition, but the houses were modest and old.

“So there goes any theory of skullduggery and a will.”

They pulled into the driveway of Barksdale’s house. There was a Toyota Camry parked there that was a good ten years old. The yard was small but well maintained, and a few potted plants were on the front porch, though the flowers in them drooped in the heat.

They got out of the car and approached the house. Robie looked to his left and saw a woman out watering some flowers in a planting bed. To his right a man worked on his car in the driveway.

Neither paid much attention to Robie and Reel.

Robie knocked on the front door.

And waited.

They heard nothing from inside.

He knocked again.

Once more, nothing.

“Think he has more than one car?” asked Reel.

“I don’t know. The carport’s a single.”

“Are you looking for Ted?”

They glanced over to see the woman watering her flowers staring at them, the hose still in her hand.

“We are,” said Reel. “Do you know if he’s home?”

“Well, he should be. He only has the one car.”

“Have you seen him recently?”

The woman paused to think. “Maybe two or three days ago. My memory’s not as good as it was.”

“Maybe he went somewhere with his family?” suggested Reel.

“Oh, he has no family. No wife, no kids.”

“You know him well?” said Robie.

The woman frowned. “Not that well, no. He’s nice enough, but keeps to himself mostly.”

“Do you know what he does for a living?”

“Who exactly are you?”

“We’re trying to find Ted to ask him about Jane Smith?”

The woman looked at him blankly.

“He’s her guardian. She’s a patient at a mental institution. We have some information that needs to be conveyed to Mr. Bunson about her.”

“Have you tried to phone or e-mail him?”

“It’s information that needs to be communicated in person,” said Robie. “Fairly serious.”

“Oh, dear, I see. Well, I don’t know what to tell you. I didn’t even know he was someone’s guardian.”

“I think he might be home.”

This came from the man who’d been working on his car.

He wiped his hands on a rag as he walked over to them.

“Are you cops? Is Ted in some kind of trouble?”

“I really can’t say. We just need to speak with him. You said you think he’s home? Why?”

“The car’s in the exact same position it was two days ago. Ted usually pulls it into the carport. Keeps the sun from beatin’ down on it. And I would’ve heard it start up. I’m a light sleeper.”

“How about when you weren’t here?”

“Thing is, I’ve been here the last three days. Got laid off from my job, so I’ve been workin’ here fixin’ a bunch of stuff up. Haven’t left once.”

“So you saw Ted come in?” said Reel.

“Yeah. Two days ago. And that car hasn’t moved from that spot.”

“How can you be so sure about that?” said Robie, glancing at the car’s positioning.

“I’m a mechanic. I notice stuff about cars. You see the left rear tire? It’s a retread. Has those yellow marks on the sidewall? Well, you see that yellow arrow? It’s pointin’ straight down. It was pointin’ straight down when he drove in and stopped. I noticed because I asked him what had happened to his tire. He said he’d run over a nail and had to get that one. I went over and looked at the retread to make sure it was okay. Sometimes they screw you on that, but it looked fine. That’s how I got a real good look at that arrow. So how likely is it he’d park a second time with that arrow in the exact same position?”

“Not likely,” said Robie. “Good eye.”

He glanced up at the front door and then at Reel.

“What do you think?” he asked her.