Forgotten Pieces

“By night I mean Tuesday night.” She held up her hand in a stopping motion. “And, before you question my sanity, yes, I know that today is Thursday.”

“You’re missing more than twenty-four hours,” Billy spelled out. Maggie nodded. Matt noticed she was more inclined to look at the sheriff with controlled emotions. When she looked at him, he could see the fire burning behind her eyes. Not that he could blame her. The phrase “poking the bear” came to mind. Not that Maggie Carson in any way looked like a bear.

“So you don’t remember your conversation with Detective Walker yesterday?” Billy added on.

Maggie’s eyes widened.

“No?” Her eyebrow rose as she looked at Matt for an explanation.

He didn’t want to give it. He was too frustrated.

“Well, isn’t that convenient?” Matt muttered.

The comment didn’t go unnoticed. Maggie whipped her head around to Billy and then back to Matt.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? Do you think I’m making this up? Why would I even do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know, covering your a—”

“Detective,” Billy interrupted, voice sharp. Matt felt anger surge again. If he was honest, it was misplaced. While he did have issues with Maggie Carson, he had never pegged her for a violent woman. Aggressive with her words, sure. Stubborn to the point where he really had fantasized about arresting her a few times, absolutely. But was she capable of beating a man in his sixties to the point of potential brain damage? No. He felt it in his gut, whether or not he wanted to absolve her of the accusation that she’d done it.

Still, the only witnesses that they knew of were both in the hospital. One might never wake up. The other was claiming memory loss. That was a tough pill to swallow no matter who the two were.

“I’m sure the doctor would be happy to talk to you about it.” Maggie cooled down as she spoke to Billy. “But I would like to know why you thought I would make it up.”

She kept her eyes firmly on Billy. He squared his shoulders.

“What’s your relationship with Dwayne Meyers?”

Matt watched closely as Maggie’s expression turned to confusion. Her eyebrows drew together. She tilted her head ever so slightly to the side.

“I wouldn’t say we have one,” she answered. “I mean, we know each other and I’ve interviewed him before. But other than that I don’t think you could even classify us as friends. Why do you ask?”

“Because I found you at his house,” Matt said.

Again Maggie tilted her head to the side. Like the movement would shake loose a memory that would make the puzzle whole. Then her face lit up.

“Well, then, did he tell you who did this to me?” She motioned to the back of her head where the initial blow that had knocked her unconscious had happened. While waiting for the ambulance Matt had inspected the injury in an attempt to understand the situation a little better. It hadn’t helped. “Unless... Did he do this to me?”

“That’s what we’re trying to piece together,” Billy hedged.

“Why not ask Dwayne?”

Matt took another step forward. He knew Billy was trying to ease the woman into the information to see how she reacted but Matt was tired of it. Tired in general. It was time to cut to the chase.

“Because you weren’t the only one I found,” he started. “Dwayne was beaten badly with, as far as we can guess, a baseball bat. One that you were holding when I found you.”

A crinkle began to deepen between Maggie’s eyebrows. She took a moment to respond with notable reserve.

“You think someone attacked us both and left the bat behind?”

“Or it was you who attacked Dwayne,” Matt offered.

That crease turned from concern to something he couldn’t read. It caught Matt off guard.

“I might not remember an entire day or so, but I wouldn’t hurt Dwayne Meyers. In fact, I wouldn’t use a bat to hurt anyone unless it was self-defense,” she said, voice even. “And, even if I had, what do you think happened? You think I used him as batting practice and then knocked myself unconscious? What would I gain from any of that?” This time her eyes found Matt’s and hunkered down on them. “I know you don’t like me but do you really think I’m capable of that?”

Matt remembered the first time he’d seen Maggie Carson. Her thick, wavy hair had been short then, but still wild. Despite five years it was the same dark oak color with a few new spots of lightened brown from, he guessed, days spent outside in the sun. She was still slender, as she had been back then, but not as rigid. When she’d first introduced herself Matt remembered thinking she looked very much like a woman with the world on her shoulders, forced to struggle to keep them upright. He’d never stopped to think about the woman’s personal life much past that, considering she had been there to question him about Erin’s death. But now?

Matt caught himself wondering about the life of the woman staring up at him with true, forest green eyes. Ones he realized he’d never really forgotten.

Ones he realized he believed.

But then what had gone on in that house?

Chapter Three (#u8fa25e4c-ec79-5818-8fd1-6c1d0da32fbf)

Matt opened his mouth to answer Maggie’s question when a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. The three of them turned just as it was opened.

A young woman, maybe early twenties, flushed at the sight of them.

“Oh, I—I’m sorry,” she said hurriedly, eyes bouncing across each of their faces. “The nurse said you were awake and we could come back.”

No sooner than she’d said the word we did a boy with round glasses pop his head around her hip. His gaze went straight to Maggie’s.

Out of Matt’s periphery he saw her entire demeanor change.

“Well, hey there, little dude,” she exclaimed, voice softening.

The boy, perhaps five or six, beamed. Then, just as quickly, he shrank back and looked up at the men. He was shy.

“It’s okay,” Maggie coaxed. “These are Mommy’s friends.”

Mommy? Matt thought, surprised. He hadn’t known she had a kid.

“We can come back,” the younger woman blurted out, face now completely red. Her gaze shifted to Maggie again and then dropped down to what must have been her wrist cuffed to the railing. “I—I can skip class today,” she offered.

Matt took a step to his right until he was touching the bed. It effectively cut off everyone’s view of the cuffs.

Billy cleared his throat.

“I don’t think we’ve met,” he said, stepping forward with his hand outstretched. He moved into the woman’s and child’s sightlines, also blocking Maggie from view. “I’m Sheriff Billy Reed.”

Matt turned, pulling his handcuff key out. Maggie remained silent as she watched him uncuff her as quietly as he could. She met his gaze and gave one small nod.

A silent thank-you.

It, like the boy, caught him off guard.