Down the Darkest Road by Tami Hoag Read Free Book Online Page A

town?”
    “No,” she said, then realized the rules of conversation dictated that she offer a little more than a monosyllable. “I’m taking some time off.”
    “Giving yourself some time to settle in. That’s nice. This is such a great place to enjoy the summer. We’ve got the music festival coming up, and the art fair in the fall. Although I guess it’s hard to beat Santa Barbara.”
    Lauren tried a smile, knowing it probably looked like she had a lip full of Novocain. “We needed a change of scenery.”
    The waitress interrupted with menus and to take drink orders. Anne Leone ordered ginger ale for herself and her kids, and a Coke for Wendy. Lauren ordered a Coke for Leah, then hesitated.
    “They feature wines from the local vineyards here,” Anne said. “If you’re a wine lover, I recommend them. I’d have a glass of the Merlot myself, but I’m not allowed. I found out a few weeks ago baby number two is on the way.”
    “Number two?” Lauren asked, confused.
    “Haley is adopted. Have the Merlot.”
    “I’ll have the Merlot,” Lauren told the waitress. She felt an almost embarrassing sense of relief. She glanced at Anne. “Do I look like I need it?”
    “Not at all,” Anne said with a smile that was maybe just a little too kind, too understanding.
    Lauren figured she had ten years on Anne Leone, but there was something in Anne’s dark eyes that spoke of wisdom won at the cost of hard experience. She had a story too.
    Lauren found a certain comfort in the reminder that she wasn’t the only person to ever go through hell. That road was well traveled.
    Anne ordered a big salad for the table and requested extra garlic bread.
    “I’ll give up wine for now, but no one is going to stop me from eating garlic bread,” she joked. “I don’t care if I’m as big as a house by the time this baby comes.”
    Lauren chuckled. “For me it was chocolate chip ice cream. I couldn’t get enough. More so with Leslie than with Leah.”
    The reminder was bittersweet. What an insanely happy time that had been—her pregnancy with Leslie. Lance had been over the moon to become a father, and he had doted on Lauren and catered to her every whim.
    As ecstatic as he had been to become a father, he had been equally devastated by the loss of their daughter. For both of them it had been like falling from the highest peak of the highest mountain and plunging into the deepest, darkest crevasse.
    “I know about your missing daughter,” Anne admitted quietly. “Wendy mentioned it, but Vince and I followed the case in the news when it happened. I’m so sorry, Lauren. As a mother, I can’t even begin to imagine how terrible that must be.”
    Lauren glanced away, uncomfortable. There was never any way of avoiding this conversation, and she never became more comfortable having it.
    “But I do know what it is to be the victim of a violent crime,” Anne went on. “I know the sense of helplessness and anger that brings. I work with a victims’ group at the Thomas Center for Women—”
    Lauren shook her head and raised a hand to stave off the rest. She wanted to get up and run away. “No, no. No, thank you. I don’t play well with others.”
    “Fair enough,” Anne said. “I’m not trying to push. I just want you to know that if you need to talk or you need a connection in the system here, please don’t hesitate to call me. It’s what I do, it’s what I know.”
    She fished a business card out of her purse and slid it across the table. “End of spiel. I promise. What kind of pizza do you like?”
    Lauren picked up the card and looked at it to avoid having to make eye contact. Anne Leone: child psychologist, victim counselor, and court-appointed special advocate. Busy lady.
    “I don’t mean to be rude,” she murmured.
    Anne shook her head, unfazed. “You’re not rude. You’re dealing with a nasty load of crap as best you can. Believe me, I get it.”
    “Thank you for the offer.”
    “You’re welcome. It