Two hours later, Marjorie, Addison, Luke, and Milton reconvened at Grayson Manor after Helen’s body was taken by ambulance to be examined. To Addison, the waiting and the uncertainty of what Lia would find during the autopsy was the hardest.
Addison’s cell phone vibrated inside her pocket. She pulled it out and answered.
“I was surprised I didn’t hear from you today,” Rose said.
“I meant to call,” Addison replied.
“Then why haven’t you?”
“My neighbor passed away several hours ago, and the day just got away from me.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Are you free now?”
“I am.”
“Good. I spent the day putting together a list of names of everyone I can recall being invited to the Easter party. Then I listed their children. I found only two possibilities, two couples with boys matching the age and description of the person you mentioned in your … whatever you call it. Grab a pen and paper and I’ll give them to you.”
She opened a drawer, fiddled around. Nothing to write on but the flip side of the utility bill. It would have to do. “Ready.”
“Rick Snider and Dean Robertson.”
There was, of course, a third boy Rose hadn’t mentioned yet. Derek. Addison questioned whether Rose could even bring herself to suspect her own son. She must have.
“Any idea how old they were at the time?”
“Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen. Can’t be sure exactly. They were both friends of my son. He was fifteen at the time.”
Interesting.
“Any idea where they’re living now?”
“I made some calls to their families, found out both of them are still living in New York. Rick lives in Providence, and Dean lives in Stillwater. I have addresses. A home address for Rick, and a work address for Dean.”
Addison jotted the addresses down.
“When you’re free, I’d like to speak to you again,” Rose said. “It doesn’t have to be today.”
“I’ll get with you tomorrow after I’ve tracked down Rick and Dean.”
“Any idea what you plan to say?”
“Whatever it takes to get some answers.”