Grave Surprise by Charlaine Harris Page B

as if we were playing Ping-Pong.
    â€œI agree,” I said. “But I can’t make sense out of any other scenario. Actually, there’s not much sense in that one.”
    â€œWe have to issue some kind of statement to the press,” Art said, when he realized the conversation had reached a stalemate. “It has to be a statement that treads a fine line. We can’t rule anything out, like Diane just did. We can’t make any fantastic claims, like Harper did. We have to regret everything and admit nothing about our personal feelings about what might have happened.”
    Tolliver was the only one who nodded his head in agreement.
    â€œYou know, our own lawyer is downstairs,” Diane murmured.
    At the same moment Joel erupted. “No!” he said. “No! We have to condemn whoever did this to our daughter in the strongest possible terms!” Diane and Felicia both nodded their agreement.
    â€œOh, of course,” Art said. “Naturally, that, too.”

four
    WE turned on the television in the living room of the suite to watch Art meet the news cameras. There were three stations in Memphis, and all three had sent representatives to the press conference, which was held on the sidewalk outside the Cleveland. By that time, the Morgenstern family lawyer, a chic fortyish woman named Blythe Benson, had arrived on the scene. Joel and Diane had told us that Benson had insisted on the Morgenstern family issuing their own separate-but-equal statement. The local lawyer and Art made an impressive duo. Art had that older-man gravitas thing going, and Blythe was cool and blond and WASP-y to the nth degree.
    Blythe had consulted with the Morgensterns at their home about what she was going to say on their behalf, Diane told us. Felicia shot me a glance as Diane said this,and I wondered what was coming. Felicia Hart, as I’ve said, seemed way smarter than Diane. It made me wonder what Felicia’s sister, Joel’s first wife, had been like.
    Downstairs and outside, Blythe Benson prepared to make the first statement. The family was most important, we had all agreed.
    â€œDiane and Joel Morgenstern are devastated at the news that the body that may be that of their child, Tabitha, has been found in St. Margaret’s cemetery. Though closure is something they have sought for many months, Diane and Joel Morgenstern had hoped that closure would come with the return of their living daughter. Instead, they have recovered what may well be her body.” The blonde lawyer paused for effect. The newscasters were fairly quivering with the desire to ask questions, but Blythe plowed on. “The Morgenstern family would like to urge anyone who may have knowledge of the disappearance of Tabitha to come forward at this time. Though the reward for the discovery of her body is most likely out of consideration now, there is still a reward standing for the submission of facts about Tabitha’s abduction.”
    I wasn’t sure what that meant. I hadn’t known there was a reward, since we hadn’t maintained contact with the Morgensterns (naturally) after our failure to locate their daughter in Nashville.
    Thinking that was the end of the statement, I’d turned to look at Tolliver to get his reaction when I heard Blythe Benson’s precise voice continue. I looked back at the screen.
    â€œAs to what police have termed an ‘amazing coincidence’—that the psychic Diane and Joel Morgenstern hired to findTabitha’s body actually did find the body, though in a different location…”
    She’s losing control of that sentence, I thought.
    â€œThe fact remains that there are coincidences in life, and this is one of them. Diane and Joel Morgenstern did not hire Harper Connelly to come to Memphis. They have not seen her or her manager since Miss Connelly arrived in Memphis. They did not know that Miss Connelly was scheduled to give a demonstration at the old cemetery of