“Right, but I mean. Were you taking care of him twenty-four hours a day? Was he . . . did he not let you call anyone? Was there—”
“Teeg,” I say, before I can stop myself, but this time, she doesn’t send me a withering glare for interrupting her. She acts as if she hasn’t even heard me.
“Was there a reason you never called us?” she finishes.
Mom looks at Tegan, then at me. Then at Salem.
She says, “Are you recording this?”
“No,” answers Adam. The first word I ever heard him say.
In response to the very same question.
Mom swallows again, lowers her eyes. Taps one of her fingers against the table.
“I was taking care of him,” she says quietly, and for a second, I think she’ll stop there. This is all we’ll get about her absence, her total silence over the last ten years. All of it to take care of a man she’d only known for a few months. Her own flesh and blood nothing but a memory, not even worth a phone call, let alone a picture frame.
But then she looks up. Not at Tegan this time, but at Salem.
“I was taking care of him,” she repeats. “But also, I was working for him.”
The Last Con of Lynton Baltimore
Transcript Excerpt from Episode 10, “The Last Con”
:: indistinct café noise fades in::
Durant:What time do you have?
Ari Raskin(co-producer,The Last Con of Lynton Baltimore): 3:26 p.m.
Durant:Hmm.
Raskin:Should we try the number he gave us again?
Durant:I doubt it’s become operational in the last—what did you say, 3:26?
Raskin:3:27 now.
Durant:I doubt it’s become operational in the last nineteen minutes, then.
Raskin:::clears throat:: Maybe it’s time we pack it in.
Durant:No.
:: long pause::
Durant:No. We wait.
Chapter 27
Adam
It’s not that she’s said it.
We knew, after all, since Ashley in Santa Fe. Since Dennis Kirtenour and his nonexistent necklace.
We knew.
