The Friendship Pact

“I’ll tell her,” the man said and shut the door in my face.

* * *

Bailey was in one of the smaller conference rooms when Diane, the middle-aged receptionist at Mayer and Mayer, buzzed to let her know that Koralynn was in the lobby.

The difficult session she was in—a pretrial conference with opposing counsel, during which she’d hoped to work out an agreement allowing her client, the young mother of two, to move across state lines to be close to her parents, who wanted to watch the children for her while she finished her college degree—wasn’t going well. The soon-to-be-ex-husband had not kept a single one of his visitation appointments since leaving his wife for another woman three months before. But was blocking her at every turn as she tried to get on with her life.

Bailey’s mood lifted the second she knew her friend was there. Seeing that she was getting nowhere fast, she ended the meeting, waited just long enough for the attorney to make his exit, and then hurried out to Kora.

“What’s up?” It was summer so not unheard of for Kora to drop by if she was in the area. But the tight expression on her friend’s face sent Bailey into immediate fix-it mode.

“Can you take an early lunch?”

She had one more appointment that morning.

“Maybe. What’s up?” she asked again.

“I want you to go for a drive with me.” She told Bailey about her trip to Mary Ephrain’s home and the presence of the man who’d introduced himself as Bud. “It’s not like I can tell you he did anything wrong. Maybe Liza wasn’t well. Or doing the laundry or something. But he creeped me out, Bail. The way he stood in that doorway, like I’d have to kill him to get by...When Mary got into so much trouble this year, we ran a check from school and there were no police records or doctor’s reports or any other evidence of abuse, but I’m also afraid that I created a problem for at least two innocent people—Mary and her mom—just by showing up at the door. He had no idea who I was, but he was clearly suspicious of me—a stranger asking for Liza. I don’t want him thinking she asked me for help or something behind his back, and taking it out on her. I feel I can’t leave them there without trying to check out the situation a little more. The way that man shut the door on me...My instincts tell me there’s something off.”

“So you want to go back?” Bailey’s nerves tightened.

“I want you to come with me. We can concoct some story—you know, like I’m a long-lost someone trying to surprise Liza, but blew it. You can be my official person, the one who verifies what I’m saying. My lawyer, or whatever. Or maybe we tell her she’s won some award...”