“Brooklyn?”
She nodded.
“We were scared as hell,” she said. “We put her in the truck of our car and fixed her tire. Then we dumped her body in an arroyo way off the beaten path. Robert drove her car into Vegas and we ditched it in the north 40 of the Mirage’s parking lot.”
Teffinger stared at her.
He had no words.
“When I was passing you the message of Ashlyn White’s murder, I made a spur of the moment decision and threw in Brooklyn Parks. Later, you were trying to get to Michael Decker to talk to him. I was scared if you did, you’d find out that he didn’t know anything about Brooklyn. That’s why I took the lead in hiring the private investigator. If he found out who North’s connection was, I was going to keep it from you. You found out on your own through Paul Kwak, so at that point I had nothing to lose by showing you what the investigator found as well.” She held his hand. “I was scared, Teffinger. I was scared and trapped and didn’t want to lose you before I even had you.”
Teffinger shook his head.
Then he turned and walked.
“Teffinger!”
He didn’t stop.
“Nick!”
He kept going.
17
Day Sixteen
August 18
Thursday Night
Teffinger left the Tundra at the trailhead with the keys in the ignition and hitchhiked back to Denver. He didn’t call Raverly all day and she didn’t call him.
He went home after work, made a sandwich then sat in the ’67 and drank beer.
Twilight came.
Night followed.
He couldn’t keep the rage up.
It was waning in spite of his best efforts.
Raverly killed Brooklyn but it had been an accident. What she did afterwards was wrong, extremely wrong, but it was the product of fear. Teffinger had done some pretty extreme things in his own life based on fear.
He was hardly one to throw stones.
Also, Raverly lied to him about Brooklyn.
To her credit, though, she told him the truth afterwards when she could have kept her mouth shut.
That counted for something.
He swallowed what was left in the blue can, crushed in it his fist and dropped it to the garage floor.
He extracted soldier number seven from a small cooler in the back seat, popped the top and took a long swallow. It wasn’t as good as the first one but it was still pretty damn good.
He pulled his cell phone out of his shirt pocket and stared at it, deciding.
Then he called Raverly and said, “Why don’t you come over and let’s talk?”
“I’m on my way,” she said.
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