Aspiring attorney Analisa Grant joins her exiled fellow research assistants to ‘Siberia’ (the basement) and encounters a cold-case file. The mother in the photograph bears an uncanny resemblance to Lisa.
Lisa returned to Kentucky to care for her ailing mum and undertakes investigating a research project, involving a cold case involving the disappearance of an entire family 28 years earlier. Michael Garcia, the husband, Angela his twenty-nine year old pregnant wife, their almost seven year-old son, Tony and five year-old, Marisa.
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May 1981
A giant crash from the kitchen, her mother screaming, a sound loud and shrill it hurt her ears, and her dad shouting in the distance. There was a sharp bang, then another, like firecrackers going off in the house.
"Mommy!"
Marisa found herself standing in the kitchen doorway, her dad lying facedown on the floor in what looked like a big puddle of bright red paint and her mother turning to face her with the front of her yellow sweater turning bright red, too.
"Run, Marisa," her mother shrieked, her face white and terrible. "Run, run, run!"
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Scott Buchanan glared at her out of light blue eyes that were, slightly bloodshot. His short, thick tobacco-brown hair looked as if he'd recently run his hands through it from sheer aggravation.
At age twenty-eight, Lisa had been told often enough that she was beautiful to have a healthy sense of her own self-assurance. Her eyes were large and caramel-brown, with a slight tilt to them.
Her beautiful, kindhearted, gentle-souled mother, the owner of Grayson Springs, had taken an interest in the young son of a neighbour from the time he'd first started doing odd jobs, for a couple of dollars when he was about twelve years old. As he grew up, he had pretty much spent his summers and after-school hours working on their farm. Martha Grant had invited him into the kitchen to eat (the meals were prepared by Elsa, the cook, and seen to it that there was always work for him when he came looking for it, and had done countless other things on his behalf; most of which Lisa suspected included making calls that got him the scholarship money he'd needed to swing college and beyond. That was why a month before, when the prestigious law firm she had worked for had gone belly-up and there had been no other jobs in the area to be had, she had swallowed her pride and come to him.
He hadn't exactly been gracious, but he'd given her a job. As a research assistant, at just a little more than half her previous pay. It was, he'd said, the only position available. Take it or leave it. She'd taken it. She'd looked at him out of those big caramel-colored eyes and explained her situation, said that she'd take anything and he'd caved. Knowing she was there in the same building bugged him. There’s had always been an undeniable attraction between Scott and herself, one neither has ever acted upon.
"Yo, Grant. What are you doing down here?"
"I've been banished."
"That reminds me. I was gonna call you to come down here and take a look at this anyway. What do you think of that?”
Lisa obediently looked. She frowned at what she saw. Secured with yellowing Scotch tape to the inside cover of the grungy manila folder was a Polaroid snapshot of what appeared to be a family: a young couple, two small children, and a dog. They sat close together on the front steps of a nondescript one-story ranch house, with the adults on the top step and the children, a boy and a girl, maybe six and four years old, respectively, on the bottom. The boy had his arm draped around a big black dog that sat, tongue lolling, beside him. The date, September 2, 1980, was scrawled in fading ink on the white strip at the bottom of the snapshot.
It was the woman, the mother, who caught her eye.
Lisa's first shocked thought was that she was looking at a picture of herself, almost thirty years in the past.
The image was small, old, and grainy--the woman in the picture looked enough like her to be her twin.
"The family name is Garcia. The parents are Michael and Angela, the kids Tony and Marisa," Gemmel added.
“So, what happened?"
"They disappeared. The whole family, including the dog. Vanished without a trace. One day the husband doesn't show up for work. Neither does the wife. The kids are absent from school. No answer when people try to get them on the phone. Finally somebody goes out to the house to check. They're gone."
The husband's car was missing, although the wife's car was still there. The house was ransacked. Dirty dishes from that night's supper were in the dishwasher, which hadn't yet been turned on. There was water in the bathtub, and a couple of floaty toys, too, and the dirty clothes the girl had been wearing that day were crumpled on the floor beside the tub. In other words, if they just took off on their own, all indications were that something caused their hasty departure.
"Tell her about the blood," Rinko said.
"There were indications that some blood had been spilled in the kitchen and cleaned up. Actually, a lot of blood”.
She begins to make eerie discoveries beginning with her doll. Her father is
C. Bartlett Grant, an esteemed federal judge, a former congressman who had once had far loftier political aspirations. But a losing Senate bid had soured him on personally pursuing public office. Though Lisa was his only natural child--he had acquired three stepsons upon his second marriage--their relationship had been rocky since the extremely contentious divorce from her mother, which had taken place when Lisa was six.
Scott’s comes across his nephew and a houseful of underage teenagers, partying and decides to give them a purpose by giving them an option of volunteering at his office for the summer, or contacting their parents.
Lisa takes the Garcia file home without permission and someone sees the file, setting the house on fire, to get rid of the evidence, adding to Martha’s already precarious failing health and fragile state; damaging their family home (the masterminds forgot about the oxygen tanks in the house). Lisa senses that her interest in the case seems to be triggering a sinister sequence of events. Each event seems aimed toward steering her from the past. The clothes Marisa had been wearing in the picture in the cold-case file appeared identical to the clothes her doll, Katrina was wearing.
As time passes, Lisa is haunted by information as more details seem too coincidental.
* She is drawn to visiting the Garcia property and is knocked into unconsciousness
* Rinko and the ‘wayward lambs’ continue their research and unearth a book award ribbon engraved with the name, Marisa Garcia
* Her brakes are cut and she is forced off the road with her mother losing her life and her almost drowning
* She makes the discovery that her father bought the doll for Marisa (the doll that resembled Marisa more closely than herself as the doll’s eyes are blue
After the funeral, the remains of human baby girl is recovered at Grayson Springs and Lisa is abducted by an assailant. Her mother, Martha and her father, Grant had a baby, a baby girl born with a fatal kidney disease. The human remains were recovered buried under a fountain in Grayson Springs's backyard during renovations from the fire.
Scott and Ryan intercept and accost Lisa’s father at gunpoint thinking he’s responsible for Lisa’s disappearance. The story begins to unravel, depicting a menacing story of Martha’s father, Mr. Carmody. He hired a detective to keep an eye on Grant in Washington.
Scott obtained Angela Garcia’s medical records. She was a little over eight months pregnant when she and her family disappeared. Grant was making regular child-support payments over a period of five years prior to her disappearance through a dummy corporation. The family moved to Kentucky a few months before their disappearance, and the husband was bragging that he was getting ready to come into a large sum of money. The baby buried under that fountain had ARPKD, same as Martha and Gran’s newborn baby. Lisa doesn't have, and never has had, ARPKD. She's Grant’s daughter, with Angela Garcia. He also fathered Angela's older daughter, Marisa, he bought Marisa the doll for her fifth birthday right before she vanished. Lisa has the doll, and the company kept the names and records of the purchasers of ‘My Best Friend’ dolls.
He was having an affair with Angela all those years in Washington, right under the noses of his wife and Angela’s husband. Then she got pregnant again and the husband found out. He wanted hush money, when he didn’t get the payout, he practically moved in next door to Martha and her wealthy father, who was funding his political career. Grant recognised that no matter how much he paid, he wasn’t going to be able to keep the husband quiet forever.
Lisa is his daughter with Angie Garcia. Her other daughter--Marisa--was also his daughter. Angie’s husband found out and threatened them. He was going to kill Angela and expose Grant if he didn't pay him a million dollars but all Grant’s money came from Martha's family.
He loved Angie, and Marisa, his little girl, and even her son, Tony. The sudden anguish in Grant's eyes made Scott's eyes narrow. "I never knew. They just disappeared. But then, as Lisa started to grow up, I noticed how much she looked like Angie, and I began to suspect."
"You began to suspect what?" Scott's voice was hoarse.
"It was the old man. Martha's father. He did something to them. He and that damned Frye.”
Lisa’s assailant dropped her into a well, an old, abandoned well with standing water in the bottom and three skeletons. The dumping ground.
“We never wanted to kill her. I thought Andy was going to die when she came home one day and started asking about those Garcias. Then I saw that file from where they disappeared in her bedroom, and I told him, and we knew we had to do something to get rid of it and get her mind on something else. Andy started a little fire, just a little fire right down the hallway from Lisa's bedroom”.
"So, Andrew Frye--Andy--set the fire."
"Yes. But we didn't mean to hurt Lisa, or Miss Martha. Only Andy forgot about Miss Martha's spare oxygen tanks, which were stored in her old bedroom right up there by Lisa's. The fire got to them and the whole place just went up."
"You didn't mean to hurt anybody."
"It was because she looked so much like them. If we'd realized she was going to look like that, we never would 've . . . well. Those dog tags you were talking about. Andy always wore them around his neck. He thought the chain had broken in the kitchen of that house the Garcias were renting. When she started to come in, he couldn't let her see him, so he had to do what he did. But he hated to do it, and he wouldn't have done it if she'd just let things alone. Which she never did do."
"So, it was all her fault."
"It was! You'd think, after Andy had to hit her over the head, she would have left it alone. But she didn't. Lisa's like that, you know. Real stubborn when she sets her mind to something. Miss Martha was always saying she didn't know where that had come from."
On Scott's other side, Barty made a restive movement. Lisa wondered, then, if Angela Garcia--impossible to think of her as her mother--had been stubborn. Of course Barty had known her well. Been in love with her, even. Lisa found she didn't much like the idea of that. Her loyalty to her mother was still strong.
“So, from there Andy decided to kill Mrs. Martha Grant by staging the car accident in which she drowned."
". . . never meant for Miss Martha to die! Andy didn't even know she was in the car. 'What was she doing in there?' She never rode in Lisa's car; it was too hard getting her in and out. Andy was in his truck across the street from the hospital parking lot when Lisa left, because that Buchanan boy"--Robin said that with real venom this time--"had somebody following Lisa, keeping an eye on her. Andy had been following her real close, just to see if he couldn't get a chance to maybe cause her to have a little fender bender, or do something else to scare her, until he figured out that somebody else was following her, too. But that night, Andy saw nobody was following her and he saw the chance to make her wreck her car. He wasn't really trying to kill her. He thought she'd survive, maybe have to go to the hospital. But maybe she'd be thinking about something besides those people, after that."
Lisa realized that she had never really felt anger before. Real anger was a hot, primitive tide that made you want to kill. She felt it now, looking at Robin, thinking of how scared her mother had been that night, of how she had died.
"But Mrs. Grant did die. Is that when Andy made up his mind to kill Lisa?"
“After Miss Martha died, we thought--Andy thought--Lisa would be so upset she'd forget all about those Garcias. And she might have, too. But then they found the baby.”
"You never wanted to hurt anybody, did you? I bet you didn't want to hurt that little baby we found under the fountain, either. But one of you suffocated her."
“Andy did it. Old Mr. Carmody--Miss Martha's father--told him to do it. She was so sick, but she was the sweetest little baby. The doctors all said she was going to die. That night, that night all these terrible things happened, I--I had come back in, all shaken up and I was rocking that little baby in my arms. Then Mr. Carmody came in and took her away from me. Andy came back carrying the baby, all wrapped in the blanket she'd been wrapped in when Mr. Carmody took her, all dressed in the same clothes, but not the same baby. I knew she was not the same baby. I knew what baby she was, because I'd watched her being born in the kitchen of that cursed house just a few hours before. Mr. Carmody had told him to smother my little baby, because the doctors had said she was going to die anyway, and if her baby died it would kill Miss Martha. So Mr. Carmody was going to save his daughter, whom he loved like nothing you've ever seen, by giving her a healthy baby who would live to grow up. He was going to give her that Garcia woman's baby”.
"Miss Martha--didn't realize that it was a different baby?"
Her father took her that very night to a sanitarium--and told them she was having a nervous breakdown because of her baby's health. He used his money and influence. They kept her for a month, and by the time she got back they’d all settled down and the baby--was thriving.
“After a while, we all, Andy and I, and Mr. Carmody, just kind of forgot what had happened. Just moved on, you know."
Just moved on. The words echoed through Lisa's mind. Just moved on, after having murdered an entire family and a helpless infant and wrenched her out of the life she had been born into and given her someone else's life.
“Okay, Mrs. Baker, let's move on to the night the Garcia family died”.
"I wasn't there, not at first. I was in the kitchen fixing supper. This man came banging on the back door”. It was Michael Garcia to see Mr. Carmody.
“Andy later told me that Mr. Carmody did know who he was, that he'd had a private detective checking into Mr. Grant because he thought he was being unfaithful to Miss Martha, he'd found this guy and his family, and knew all about Mr. Grant’s second family. Andy knew, because Mr. Carmody had sent Andy over to kind of check them out and report back. Andy had been there several times. A few minutes later Andy and Mr. Carmody left together. I saw Andy putting his rifle in his truck before he got in and drove off after Mr. Carmody, who was in his Mercedes. That's when I decided to follow them. By the time I got there, Mr. Carmody's car wasn't anywhere in sight, there were three people shot in that house. Michael Garcia was lying right by the door, and a woman was lying in the hall. She wasn't dead, but she was bleeding real bad, blood coming out everywhere, and that's when I realized she was pregnant and having a baby right there and then. She said, 'My babies,' and kind of jerked her hand toward the next room. I went in there, and I saw a boy. Just a little boy, and he'd been shot, and he was dead. I went outside and I saw a flashlight moving around over in the woods, and Andy came out of the woods. I said, 'What have you done?' He told me he'd only done what Mr. Carmody told him to do. Then he said I had to help him, that the little girl had run out of the house and was hiding in the woods. He was supposed to find her and kill her, too."
Lisa heard a sharp in-drawing of breath, and realized that it was Barty. Glancing past Scott, she saw that he was pale. Of course, that little girl, that woman, they would have been his family, too.
"So, did you find the little girl?"
“We did. She was all huddled down under a bush. We might not have found her, but she had a dog with her, a big black dog, and when we got close the dog started barking, and so we found her. When Andy turned his flashlight on her, she had her arms wrapped tight around this doll, and she wouldn't open her eyes and look at us."
"So, Andy killed her."
"No, he did not. I wouldn't let him. I couldn't do nothing about what had already been done, but I wasn't letting him kill a helpless little girl. I would have stopped the other if I could.”
“He didn't kill the little girl? Then what happened to her?"
"I made him take her out of there, her and her doll and that dog. It was just a plain old black dog, the only thing that might identify it was that it was wearing a blue collar that had its name, which was Lucy, and an address. We took the collar off, and we kept that dog at Grayson Springs."
"What happened to the little girl?"
“I cut her hair, made her leave her doll behind. Lisa found it down in the basement one day, when she was about three or four, and since Miss Martha was with her there wasn't much I could do but let her have it. Judy and her husband couldn't have kids. I told Judy that her dad had killed her mom and himself and there was no other family and it was a terrible mess, but she could have the little girl if she would keep her mouth shut about where she came from”.
"Are you saying Marisa Garcia is alive?"
"She's living up in Montana still. She's a nurse. She's Mary Frye now."
"I took the little girl away and left Andy to clean up the mess. He told me later when he got back in the house the woman had died but her baby had been born and was alive. He'd had some paramedic training in the military, so he knew how to take care of it, and that's what he did. After he got finished getting rid of the bodies, he brought it to Mr. Carmody”.
Lisa and Barty were getting to know one another better. Barty apologised for disappearing from her life, explaining his devastation when Angela Garcia disappeared, hopeful that somehow she'd persuaded her brute of a husband to move them away from Martha and her family. He kept expecting her to get in touch. When she didn't, he decided to accept it, for selfish reasons. But then Lisa started to grow up, and she began bearing a striking likeness to Angela. Just like Marisa. He suspected Martha’s father was involved. He was ruthless. Grant was scared, and he simply wanted to escape Grayson Springs and everything and everybody associated with it.
“I should have gone to the authorities with what I suspected, but if I had, I would have ruined myself, too. So, I just kept quiet, and went away, and made a new life." He took her hand, and she didn't pull it away. It felt as though they were in some way the sole survivors of a terrible accident.
"That makes me a coward, doesn't it? I apologize, Lisa. I see now how unfair it was to you.”