Silent Justice: A Ben Kincaid Novel of Suspense

Chapter 51

BEN GOT THE CALL at two in the morning, but despite the lateness of the hour, he dressed and raced to the hospital.

This was it, the nurse on the telephone had said. Mrs. Marmelstein was dying. She didn’t have much time left.

Ben drove to St. John’s and raced up the stairs to the fifth floor. In the main corridor, he found Jones and Loving hovering over a phone. The speaker was on and they were both listening to an angry voice.

“How dare you wake me up at this time in the morning!” the voice bellowed. “I told you I didn’t want any part of this! Now leave me alone!” The phone disconnected.

“Who was that?” Ben asked.

“Paulie,” Loving said gravely. “Mrs. Marmelstein’s son. We told him she was dyin", but the creep still refuses to come. Won’t even talk to her on the phone.”

“I promised I’d bring him back to her.” Ben felt an emptiness inside him he could hardly bear. “Has she been asking for him?”

“Constantly,” Jones said. “It’s all she thinks about. Seeing him again is her dying wish.”

“We’re just going to have to tell her the truth.”

“I suppose,” Jones replied quietly.

The threesome entered Mrs. Marmelstein’s room; Christina was already there. Mrs. Marmelstein appeared to be awake.

“Mrs. Marmelstein? It’s Ben.”

“Benjamin?” She seemed lucid, although he could see from the monitor that her life signs were faint and fading. Her eyes were closed, but Ben supposed that was natural, since she was now entirely blind. “Is it really you?”

“It’s me,” he said, taking her hand. “I’m right here.”

“Of course you are.” A faint smile came over her face. “Aren’t you always? You’ve always taken such good care of me.”

“You’ve always taken care of me,” Ben replied. He was trying to keep his voice from trembling, but it was almost impossible. “You gave me a home. When I didn’t have one.”

“Did you find Paulie?” she asked.

Ben closed his eyes. A stabbing pain split his stomach. “Mrs. Marmelstein, I’m very sorry, but—”

“I’m right here.”

Ben whipped his head around. It was Jones speaking, but Jones, the perfect mimic, was speaking not in his own voice but in the voice they had just heard over the telephone.

Jones laid his hand on her shoulder. “I’m here, Mother. I came as soon as I heard.”

Mrs. Marmelstein placed her shaking hand on his. “I’m so glad, Paulie. I’ve wanted to talk to you again so much.”

“Mother,” Jones continued, “I want you to know—I’m sorry about what happened.”

She cut him off. “I’m the one who should be sorry, Paulie. I was wrong. I know that now. All this time, I’ve been hoping you’d return—so I could beg your forgiveness. A mother should stand by her son. Always. Can you forgive a foolish old woman?”

Jones squeezed tighter. “Of course,” he said, barely above a whisper. “There’s nothing to forgive.”

“Paulie,” she continued. “I want to explain something to you. About my will. I’ve left the house to Benjamin.”

Ben’s jaw dropped. She what!

“That may seem strange, but I know you never really loved it and probably don’t want it. Ben needs it. He’s always getting himself into money troubles, trying to save the world on a shoestring budget. He thinks I don’t know how much difficulty he’s had, just as he thinks I don’t know how much money he’s slipped into my petty cash box over the years. But I do know. I’ve known all along.”

Ben felt an itching in his eyes he couldn’t seem to scratch.

“That’s all right,” Jones reassured her. “You’re doing the right thing.”

“I know. I just wanted to explain it to you. I wanted you to understand that even though I’m giving Ben the house—I still love you. Very much.”

“I love you too, Mother. And I always will.”

Her voice seemed easier now, calmer, soothed by hearing her son’s voice one last time. Jones never let the impersonation drop. He stayed with her for the rest of the night, as did they all, till early morning, when at last they saw the line on the monitor go flat, and the life-support console began to play its doleful one-note tune.