Along Came a Spider

thought as we all walked outside.
    I’d read somewhere, recently, that Katherine Rose was still considered among the most beautiful women in the world. She had made only a handful of movies since she’d had Maggie Rose, but she’d lost none of her beauty, not so far as I could see. Not even in her time of terrible anxiety.
    Her husband, Thomas Dunne, had been a prominent entertainment lawyer in Los Angeles when they met. He’d been involved with Greenpeace and Save the Earth out there. The family had moved to Washington after he became director of the American Red Cross.
    “Have you been involved with other kidnappings, Detective?” Thomas Dunne wanted to know. He was trying to figure out where I fit in. Was I important? Could I help their little girl in any way? He was a little rude, but I guess I couldn’t blame him under the circumstances.
    “About a dozen,” I told him. “Can you tell me a little about Maggie? It could help. The more we know, the better will be our chances of finding Maggie.”
    Katherine Rose nodded. “Of course we will, Detective Cross. We’ve tried to bring Maggie up to be as normal as possible,” she said. “That’s one of the reasons we finally decided to move East.”
    “I don’t know if I’d call Washington a normal place to grow up. This isn’t exactly Mayberry R.F.D.” I smiled at the two of them. For some reason, that statement started to break the ice between us.
    “Compared to Beverly Hills it’s pretty normal,” Tom Dunne said. “Believe me, it is.”
    “I’m not even sure what ’normal’ means anymore,” Katherine said. Her eyes gave the appearance of being grayish blue. They penetrated when you got up close to her. “I guess ’normal’ corresponds to some old-fashioned image in the rear of our minds, Tom’s and mine. Maggie
isn’t
spoiled. She’s not one for ’Suze got this’ or ’Casey’s parents bought her that.’ She doesn’t have a big head about herself. That kind of ’normal.’ She’s just a little girl, Detective.”
    As Katherine Rose lovingly talked about her daughter, I found myself thinking of my own children, but especially Janelle. Jannie was “normal,” too. By that, I mean that she was in balance, definitely not spoiled, lovable in every way. Finding parallels between our daughters, I listened even more carefully as they spoke of Maggie Rose.
    “She’s a lot like Katherine.” Thomas Dunne offered a point he felt was important for me to hear. “Katherine is the most egoless person I’ve ever met. Believe me, to live through the adulation a star can get in Hollywood, and the nasty abuse, and to be the person she is, is very hard.”
    “How did she come to be called Maggie Rose?” I asked Katherine Rose.
    “That’s all my doing.” Thomas Dunne’s eyes rolled back. He liked to talk for his wife, I could see. “It was a nickname that just caught on. It started the first time I saw the two of them in the hospital.”
    “Tom calls us ’The Rose Girls,’ ’The Rose Sisters.’ We work out here in ’The Rose Garden.’ When Maggie and I argue, it’s ’The War of the Roses.’ It goes like that.”
    They loved their little girl very much. I sensed it in every word they said about Maggie.
    Soneji, whatever his real name was, had chosen wisely in their case. It was another perfect move on his part. He’d done his homework. Big-name movie star and a respected lawyer. Very loving parents. Money. Prestige. Maybe he liked her movies. I tried to remember if Katherine Rose had played any part that might have set him off. I didn’t remember seeing her picture up in his apartment.
    “You said you want to know how Maggie might react under these terrible circumstances,” Katherine continued. “Why is that, Detective Cross?”
    “We know from talking to her teachers that she’s well behaved. That may have been a reason for Soneji choosing her.” I was candid with them. “What else can you think of? Free-associate all that you can.”
    “Maggie’s mind seems to shift between being serious — very strict and rule abiding — to having a lot of fantasies,” Katherine said. “Do you have children?” she asked me.
    I flinched. I’d been thinking of Jannie and Damon again. Parallels. “Two children. I also do some work with kids in the projects,” I said. “Does Maggie have many friends at school?” “Tons of them,” her father said. “She likes kids who have a lot of ideas, but aren’t too self-centered.