CONKLIN GRUNTED1, said, “Purification by fire. It’s a major biblical theme.”
Just then the garage door opened behind us and I turned to see a chic2 forty-something woman wearing a business suit limned3 in the sunlight behind her. Her face was stretched in anger and fear.
“I’m Alicia Beam. Who’s in charge here?”
“I’m Paul Arcario,” the sheriff said to her, stretching out his hand. “We spoke4 earlier. Why don’t we go outside and talk?”
Mrs. Beam pushed past him to the van, and although Conklin put an arm out to stop her, it was too late. The woman stared, then shrank away, screaming, “Oh, my God! Alan! What happened to you?”
Then she snapped her head around and locked her eyes on me.
“Where’s Valerie? Where’s my daughter?”
I introduced myself, told Mrs. Beam that she had to leave the garage, and that I would come with her. She became compliant5 as soon as I put my hand on the small of her back, and we walked together out of the garage to the front of the house.
“It’s my daughter’s weekend with her father,” she said.
She opened the front door, and as she stepped over the threshold, she broke away from me, running through the rooms, calling her daughter’s name.
“Valerie! Val. Where are you?”
I followed behind her, and when she stopped she said to me, “Maybe Val spent the night with a friend.”
The look of sheer hope on her face pulled at my heart and my conscience. Was that her daughter in the body bag? I didn’t know, and if it was, it was not my job to tell her. Right now I had to learn whatever I could about Alan Beam.
“Let’s just talk for a few minutes,” I said.
We took seats at a pine farm table in the kitchen, and Alicia Beam told me that her marriage of twenty years to Alan had been dissolved a year before.
“Alan has been depressed6 for years,” Alicia told me. “He felt that his whole life had been about money. That he’d neglected his family and God. He became very religious, very repentant7, and he said that there wasn’t enough time . . .”
Alicia Beam stopped in midsentence. I followed her eyes to the counter, where an unfolded sheet of blue paper was lying beside an envelope.
“Maybe that’s a note from Val.”
She stood and walked to the counter, picked up the letter, began to read.
“Dear Val, my dearest girl. Please forgive me. I just couldn’t take it any longer . . .”
She looked up, said to me, “This is from Alan.”
I turned as Hanni leaned through the doorway8 and asked me to step outside.
“Lindsay,” he said. “A neighbor found a message from Alan Beam on her answering machine saying he was sorry and good-bye.”
It was all coming clear, why there were no Latin come-ons. No fishing-line ligatures. And the victims were not a married couple.
Pidge hadn’t done this.
Pidge had nothing to do with these deaths. Any hope I had of tripping him up, finding a clue to his whereabouts, was dead - as dead as the man in the car.
“Alan Beam committed suicide,” I said.
Hanni nodded. “We’ll treat it as a homicide until we’re sure, but according to this neighbor, Beam had attempted suicide before. She said he was terminal. Lung cancer.”
“And so he chained himself to the steering9 wheel and set himself on fire?”
“I guess he wanted to make sure he didn’t change his mind this time. But whatever his reason,” said Hanni, “it looks to me now like his daughter tried to save him - but she never had a chance.
“The poisonous gas and the superheated air brought her down.”
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