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Date Posted: Saturday, October 23, 03:58:31pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 11+" on Saturday, October 23, 03:47:01pm
“Oh, Mary,” Rhoda whispered as she entered the room again and saw that Mary was still crying. She turned and closed the door. She did not need the other Sisters trying to tell her what to do. The morning had begun with her sneaking out of Mary’s room after staying by her side most of the night as she had even managed to cry while sleeping. Mary had settled when Rhoda had slipped away but just before lunch Sister Camilla, of course, told her that she thought that Mary was crying.
She settled down beside the bed and touched Mary’s face, but this time, Mary shriveled away from the touch, much like Rhoda would have expected from Mary. She tried to touch Mary’s arm and she rolled away from the Sister. “It is healthy to cry, Mary.”
Rhoda sat in the chair as Mary turned her back on her. She didn’t want to be seen crying but also knew that she couldn’t just stop crying. Rhoda ached to know what pained Mary so badly and what had silenced her to almost to the point of being a complete mute, but it wasn’t the time.
It was about an hour before Rhoda stepped out of the room. She saw Sister Morgan and Sister Liz standing there. Both were much more like Rhoda than they were like Sister Camilla. Camilla would probably be suggesting calling the medics and having Mary committed. Camilla was young and needed more experience with life and with compassion. Mary came to the church and the convent for a reason – she could have gone to a hospital, but that wasn’t where she went. She came to them so Rhoda felt that she had to honor Mary’s decision and try to help out in the ways that she could. “Sisters…”
“A Lieutenant McCarty is waiting in your office. He came in right after mass,” Sister Morgan spoke as she looked into the room and then to Rhoda. “About our Jane Doe?”
“I asked him to look into who Mary may be,” Rhoda nodded her head slightly as she turned and pulled Mary’s door shut. She did note that Mary was staying in the room. The last time that Rhoda had seen Mary cry she had only a few tears roll down her face before she disappeared for four days. Rhoda had almost given up on seeing Mary again when on the fourth day, Mary was just back, washing dishes in the kitchen like nothing had happened.
“Was it wise to ask the police?” Sister Liz asked as she walked beside the Reverend Mother as she was heading towards her office. Rhoda nodded her head up and down. “It was not an official request of the police. Nat McCarty is a friend.”
Both Sisters thought nothing about what Rhoda said and allowed her to go into the office area of the convent on her own. Rhoda took off her official clothing and ran her fingers through her hair and entered her office. Nat turned around and looked at Rhoda. “I heard you had a late night.”
“The only Sister I know that would have told you that was Sister Camilla,” Rhoda commented firmly as she sat down at the desk. Nat turned and retired to the chair that was across from Camilla. “Yes, Reverend Mother… I believe that was her name.”
Rhoda winced at the way that Nat said Reverend Mother and swallowed hard the comments she wanted to say. She would have to visit with the father later to repent for her thoughts at that moment, but that did not matter. She could admit that she had those thoughts and would make amends afterwards. That was not her concern right now. “I was up with Mary.”
Nat shifted and started to shake his head from side to side. “I have nothing.”
“You haven’t spent much time on this situation, Lieutenant McCarty,” Rhoda immediately spoke as she did not want to hear that Nat had no information about Mary. Someone had to be missing her.
“This could be a good thing in ways, Sister,” Nat reassured Rhoda. “It means that Mary does not have a criminal history. I got comparisons inside of the States and outside of the states. I also ran military databases and other databases of fingerprints and have not come up with a match.”
Rhoda shook her head back and forth. She had to find it hard to believe that no one cared about Mary. A human being didn’t hurt as badly as Mary was right now without having been loved at some point. Someone had to be missing her.
“Sister,” Nat spoke up as he could see that the Sister was disappointed. When Rhoda did not look at him, still very clearly disappointed, Nat leaned forward and touched the desk. “Rhoda, look at me!”
Rhoda jerked her head to look at Nat. She felt her heart racing, knowing the last time that she had heard him call her given name out was back in the hospital when a gunman was around. He had been in the hospital a lot and Rhoda wasn’t sure what she was going to do with her life, but felt that something was wrong with the hospital. He had protected her then and helped Rhoda on her way to where she was right now. “I’m sorry, Lieutenant.”
“Nat,” Nat spoke as he whispered gently. He looked at Rhoda and sighed. “There are unfortunately thousands of missing women reports that could remotely be this Mary. I’m trying to start with the reports that are close to this area, but she could be from anywhere.”
Rhoda exhaled and then looked at her desk. “You can’t go through thousands of reports.”
“I want to suggest we contact an expert… he is independent and he has done a great job in lots of cases,” Nat explained and Rhoda shook her head. “I have no funds for this.”
“I’ll explain to him about Mary. He has taken on lots of pro bono work and he gets invested in making the impossible happen,” Nat declared and he closed his eyes. “Not that this is impossible.”
“More like improbably if Mary doesn’t start to talk,” Rhoda sighed as she folded her hands. “Have I heard of this expert?”
“Michael Pomeroy,” Nat spoke and Rhoda shook her head back and forth. “Not just an expert in missing people… he did some forensic work to identify the bodies in that grave that was found last year… was able to identify that there were only four bodies….”
Rhoda nodded her head as she remembered the case. “He must be busy.”
“He is somewhat of a workaholic. I think he would be interested in Mary,” Nat explained and Rhoda stood up. “Are you giving up?”
“I am not,” Nat shook his head as he rose to his feet to head to the door. “But I need his assistance on this.”
“I can gather whatever information is needed… whatever samples… but I don’t think she will want to see anyone…” Rhoda warned. Nat snorted. “Michael Pomeroy doesn’t come out to the cases… he works out of his house. He is an eccentric, but a damn good one in what he manages to figure out.”
“Ok,” Rhoda gave her permission with a nod. She may not have done this if she hadn’t spent the night with Mary as she cried her heart out. But there was a story there. Rhoda touched Nat’s hand and stopped him. “I can’t confirm… but she may have had a child… or worked with children… or had a significantly younger sibling.”
“I’ll factor in your hunch, Rhoda,” Nat whispered as he paused to look at her. He reached for the door and stepped back outside, leaving the Reverend Mother behind to have too much to think about.
Instead, Rhoda went back to the room to check on Mary and found her asleep.
But at least she was still there.
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