Flirting with Pete by Barbara Delinsky

Author:Barbara Delinsky
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scribner

Chapter Thirteen

Casey didn’t mention the journal to Brianna. She was afraid that Brianna might say it was fiction, which wasn’t what Casey wanted to hear. She wanted it to be real. She wanted to have a relative named Jenny who needed her help. She wanted this Jenny to be a link to Connie’s family.

Finding Jenny was the problem. Casey couldn’t seem to locate Little Falls. She needed more information—for starters, the name of the town where Connie had grown up.

Ruth would know, if anyone did. But Casey wasn’t ready to seek her out, any more than she was ready to explore Connie’s bedroom. Foolish? Perhaps. But the issue was emotional, and emotional issues were stubborn ones. Besides, Casey wasn’t out of other options.

One was Emmett Walsh, the psychotherapist who had taken over Connie’s active cases and had possession of Connie’s computer, his files, and his Rolodex. Casey found his number in the Boston phone book and punched it in. Before it had even rung on the other end, though, she decided that an in-person introduction might be more productive, and she disconnected the call. Quickly, before she could change her mind, she twisted her hair into a backknot, grabbed a key, and went out the door.

She knew where Emmett Walsh lived. She had taken a course he taught; one of the sessions had been held at his house. He lived on the flat of the hill, barely a five-minute walk away.

Though a gentle ocean breeze had kicked up, a lingering mugginess kept the air moist. Leeds Court was ringed with cars still wet from the rain, and the cobblestones were slick and shiny. Sun broke through a scurry of clouds, setting sparkle to droplets on trees, flowers, and stoops, and the charm of it struck her. Setting off down the walk, she alternately felt like a guest who was awed to be visiting such an idyllic place, or an impostor.

Did she belong here? She had no idea.

She reached the narrowed part of the Court just as a neighbor turned in from the street. He wore a suit, carried a briefcase, and put on a smile when he saw her. “How’re you doin’?” he asked as he passed.

His name was Gregory Dunn. He and his wife lived on the east side of the Court. He was a prominent lawyer in town, photographed often and well. If he was fazed at the sight of a new face on the Court, he didn’t let on. Could be a guest, Casey would wonder if she were in his shoes. Could be a thief. Could be Connie Unger’s daughter, come to claim her inheritance. Connie Unger’s daughter? I didn’t know Connie Unger had a daughter. She was never here in his life. I wonder why.

Turning onto West Cedar, she walked down to Chestnut and waited at the traffic light. People passed in a steady stream, taking advantage of the two hours of daylight that remained in this summer solstice week. Crossing Charles, she continued on to Brimmer.

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