Ice Cold: A Rizzoli & Isles Novel

the call short?”
    He looked down. “Probably.”
    “Did you call her back?” asked Gabriel, using his
just-the-facts
voice.
    “Not that night. It was late. I didn’t try calling her until Saturday.”
    “And she didn’t answer.”
    “No.”
    “Maybe she’s just annoyed with you,” said Jane. “You know, it’s been tough on her this past year. Having to hide what’s going on between you.”
    “Jane,” cut in Gabriel. “This isn’t helping.”
    Brophy gave a sigh. “But I deserve it,” he said softly.
    Yes you do. You broke your vows, and now you’re breaking her heart
.
    “Do you think Maura’s state of mind could explain this?” Gabriel asked, again in his matter-of-fact law enforcement voice. Of the three of them, he was the only one who seemed to be approaching this logically. She had seen him react to other tense situations in just this way, had watched her husband grow calmer and more focused as everything and everyone around him melted down. Hand him a crisis, and Gabriel Dean could instantly transform from an exhausted father into the Bureau man she sometimes forgot he was. He was watching Brophy with eyes that gave away nothing, but noticed everything.
    “Was she upset enough to do something rash?” Gabriel asked. “Hurt herself? Maybe worse?”
    Brophy shook his head. “Not Maura.”
    “People do surprising things under stress.”
    “She
wouldn’t! Come on, Gabriel, you know her. You both do.” Brophy looked at Jane, then back at Gabriel. “Do you really think she’s that immature? That she’d drop out of sight just to punish me?”
    “She’s done the unexpected before,” said Jane. “She fell in love with you.”
    He flushed, color at last suffusing his cheeks. “But she wouldn’t do something irresponsible. Disappear like this.”
    “Disappear? Or just stay away from you?”
    “She had a reservation on that flight. She asked me to pick her up at the airport. When Maura says she’ll do something, she does it.And if she can’t follow through, she’ll call. No matter how upset she might be with me, she wouldn’t stoop to something like this. You know that about her, Jane. We both do.”
    “But if she were distraught enough?” said Gabriel. “People do drastic things.”
    Jane frowned at him. “You’re talking what? Suicide?”
    Gabriel kept his gaze on Brophy. “Exactly what’s happened between you two recently?”
    Brophy’s head drooped. “I think we’ve both come to realize that … something has to change.”
    “Did you tell her you were going to end it?”
    “No.” Brophy looked up. “She knows I love her.”
    But that’s not enough, thought Jane. Not enough to build a life.
    “She wouldn’t hurt herself.” Brophy straightened in the chair, his face hardening in a look of certainty. “She wouldn’t play games. Something is wrong, and I can’t believe you’re not taking this seriously.”
    “We are,” said Gabriel calmly. “That’s why we’re asking these questions, Daniel. Because these are the same questions the police will ask in Wyoming. About her state of mind. About whether she might have chosen to disappear. I just want to be sure
you
know the answers.”
    “Which hotel was she staying at?” asked Jane.
    “It’s in Teton Village. The Mountain Lodge. I’ve already called them, and they said she checked out Saturday morning. A day early.”
    “Do they know where she went?”
    “No.”
    “Could she have flown home earlier? Maybe she’s already back in Boston.”
    “I called her home phone. I even drove by her house. She’s not there.”
    “Do you know anything else about her travel arrangements?” Gabriel asked.
    “I have her flight numbers. I know she rented a car in Jackson. She was planning to drive around the area after the conference was over.”
    “Which rental agency?”
    “Hertz.”
    “Do you know if she’s spoken to anyone besides you? Her colleagues at the ME’s office, maybe? Her secretary?”
    “I called Louise on Saturday, and she hadn’t heard anything, either. I didn’t follow up on it because I assumed …” He looked at Jane. “I thought you would check on her.”
    There was no note of accusation in his voice, but there might as well have been. Jane felt a guilty flush in her cheeks. He
had
called her, and she’d dropped the ball because her mind had been on other things. Bodies in freezers. Uncooperative toddlers. She had not really believed that anything was wrong, had thought it was