Body Double: A Rizzoli & Isles Novel

he called me yesterday, asking where you’d gone. He sounded like he might head up that way.”
    “He’s right in the other room. Do you want me to get him?”
    “No, I want to talk to you.” Rizzoli paused. “I went to see Terence Van Gates today.”
    Rizzoli’s abrupt change in subject gave Maura a case of mental whiplash. “What?” she asked, bewildered.
    “Van Gates. You told me he was the attorney who—”
    “Yes, I know who he is. What did he tell you?”
    “Something interesting. About the adoption.”
    “He actually talked to you about it?”
    “Yeah, it’s amazing how some people open up when you flash a badge. He told me your sister went to see him months ago. Just like you, she was trying to find her birth mother. He gave her the same runaround he gave you. Records were sealed, the mother wanted confidentiality, blah, blah, blah. So she returned with a friend, who finally convinced Van Gates it was in his best interests to give up the mother’s name.”
    “And did he?”
    “Yes, he did.”
    Maura had the phone pressed so hard to her ear that she could hear her own pulse thumping in the receiver. She said, softly: “You know who my mother is.”
    “Yes. But there’s something else—”
    “Tell me her name, Jane.”
    A pause. “Lank. Her name is Amalthea Lank.”
    Amalthea. My mother’s name is Amalthea.
    Maura’s breath whooshed out on a tide of gratitude. “Thank you! God, I can’t believe I finally know—”
    “Wait. I haven’t finished.”
    The tone of Rizzoli’s voice held a warning. Something bad was coming. Something that Maura would not like.
    “What is it?”
    “That friend of Anna’s, the one who spoke to Van Gates?”
    “Yes?”
    “It was Rick Ballard.”
    Maura went very still. From the kitchen came the clatter of dishes, the hiss of running water. I have just spent a whole day with him, and I suddenly learn I don’t know what kind of man he really is.
    “Doc?”
    “Then why didn’t he tell me?”
    “I know why he didn’t.”
    “Why?”
    “You’d better ask him. Ask him to tell you the rest of it.”
    When she returned to the kitchen, she saw that he had cleared the table and thrown the lobster shells in a trash bag. He was standing at the sink washing his hands and did not realize she was in the doorway, watching him.
    “What do you know about Amalthea Lank?” Maura said.
    He went rigid, his back still turned. A long silence passed. Then he reached for a dish towel and took his time drying his hands. Buying time before he answers me, she thought. But there was no excuse that she would accept, nothing he could say that could reverse the sense of distrust she now felt.
    At last he turned to face her. “I was hoping you wouldn’t find out. Amalthea Lank is not a woman you want to know, Maura.”
    “Is she my mother? Goddamn it, tell me that much.”
    A reluctant nod. “Yes. She is.”
    There, he’d said it. He’d confirmed it. Another moment passed while she absorbed the fact he had kept such important information from her. The whole time he was watching her with a look of concern.
    “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.
    “I was thinking only of you, Maura. What’s in your best interests—”
    “The truth isn’t in my best interests?”
    “In this case, no. It isn’t.”
    “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
    “I made a mistake with your sister—a serious one. She wanted so badly to find her mother, and I thought I could do her that favor. I had no idea it would turn out the way it did.” He took a step toward her. “I was trying to protect you, Maura. I saw what it did to Anna. I didn’t want the same thing to happen to you.”
    “I’m not Anna.”
    “But you’re just like her. You’re so much like her, it scares me. Not just the way you look, but the way you think.”
    She gave a sarcastic laugh. “So now you can read my
mind
?”
    “Not your mind. Your personality. Anna was tenacious. When she wanted to know something, she wouldn’t let go. And you’ll just keep digging and digging, until you have an answer. The way you dug out there in the woods today. That wasn’t your job, and it wasn’t your jurisdiction. You had no reason to be out there at all, except for sheer curiosity. And stubbornness. You wanted to find those bones, so you did. That’s how Anna was.” He sighed. “I’m just sorry she found what she was digging for.”
    “Who was my mother, Rick?”
    “A woman you don’t want to