Rachel jabbed a finger at her mother. “Don’t I? You’re the manipulative bitch I always thought you were. Just like Daddy said you were.”
Emily said nothing. Rachel was right—she had deceived Graeme. But it was for a greater good, for both of them. To finally have a little security. To not have to work. She wasn’t trying to trap him, only to make him realize he loved her.
“I suppose I should thank you,” Rachel said. “Didn’t you pull the same trick on Daddy? Isn’t that why I’m here? You knew you could never keep him on your own.”
Emily bit her lip. She wanted to scream a denial. But the long pause was enough to convince Rachel of the truth.
“You’re becoming predictable,” Rachel said.
“Are you going to tell Graeme?” Emily asked. She knew the answer. Rachel wouldn’t miss an opportunity to drive a knife into her mother’s heart. All the carefully laid plans would unravel.
But Rachel surprised her.
“Why would I do that?” Rachel said. “It’s the first time I ever thought we had something in common.”
The girl turned and disappeared into her room.
Emily wished they would have let her keep the bracelet. She had only been able to catch a quick glimpse of it in the plastic bag, enough to see the inscription from Tommy. Then the detective had whisked it out of sight. Evidence, he said.
She’d get it back after the trial. If there ever was a trial. If they ever found out what really happened to her.
She continued pacing. The headache got even worse as she tried to squeeze it out of her head with her hands. The reality was too terrible to bear. She needed someone to hold her and tell her it was all right, or just let her cry endlessly into his arms. When she stopped and stared at her husband, she shook her head in mute rage. He worked on his computer as if she weren’t even in the room. He ignored her moans, her cries, the sound of her feet shuffling back and forth on the carpet.
Tap, tap, tap. Fingers on the keyboard. Her daughter was dead, and he was playing with spreadsheets.
How did she miss it? How did she fool herself into thinking she loved him, or that he could ever love her?
Her eyes burned into his back. She asked herself again how they had come so far. Rachel was gone, and all she could think of was that her whole life was hollow, starting with her marriage. Everything was gone.
Her silence finally attracted his attention. He turned around, catching her eye as she stared fiercely back at him. Her eyes were wild. She didn’t know how to deal with all the grief exploding out of her. The cork had come out of the bottle. She stood there, trembling.
“Emily, sit down,” Graeme said. “Relax.”
Funny how he always said the wrong thing. How she hated the sound of his voice now. The calm delivery, each word without emphasis. She couldn’t handle it anymore.
“Relax?” she hissed. “You’re telling me to fucking relax?”
They stared at each other. His eyes were dead, staring right through her. He was patient and pleasant. A stranger.
“I know how you feel,” Graeme told her, as if he were speaking to a hysterical child.
Emily put both hands on her forehead. She closed her eyes, grimacing. Tears streamed down her face.
“You don’t know how I feel, because you don’t feel a goddamn thing! You just sit there in your chair, and you smile at me, and you pretend like we’re this loving couple, and all the while I know you don’t feel anything for me.”
“You’re just being irrational.”
“Irrational?” She squeezed her fists open and shut. “God, why ever would that be? What would make me irrational?”
He didn’t answer.
She shook her head, not believing it. “She’s dead. Do you understand that? She’s really dead.”
“They found her bracelet. It doesn’t necessarily mean anything.”
“It means everything,” Emily said. “I don’t have Rachel. And I don’t have you, either, do I? I never did.”
“Emily, please.”
“Please what, Graeme? Please go away? Please don’t bother you with my petty problems?”
He didn’t reply.
“Why did you marry me?” Emily whispered. “You could have given me money. I wouldn’t have told anyone the baby was yours. I would have left town if you wanted. Why marry me if you felt nothing for me?”
Graeme shrugged his shoulders. “Did you give me a choice?”
Emily barely heard him. But he was right. Her fault. Her guilt.
“I guess I should have had the abortion,” she said. That would have been so much easier, a simple procedure, vacuuming away the life inside her. Easier than losing the baby months later in a river of blood.
“That would have made it all right, wouldn’t it, Graeme? No need to marry me then. No need to marry anyone at all. You could be happy, playing with your little spreadsheets, dialing up your phone-sex girlfriends.”
Graeme looked up sharply. This time she had struck a nerve. He was staring at her. He even looked a little afraid. Good.
“You didn’t think I knew, did you? I followed you downstairs once. I saw you in here, on your knees, pumping your cock, panting into the phone. I heard you tell that girl how much you wanted to fuck her. That’s better, isn’t it? Better than having to pretend you enjoy fucking me.”
Emily stared at the ceiling. “All of you would have been better off. You and Tommy and Rachel. I’ve done nothing but screw up all of your lives, haven’t I? If only I’d had the abortion. If only I’d done it the first time, too.”
She sank to her knees, then onto all fours on the plush white carpet. She pounded the floor over and over with her fist, then rolled over onto her back, pulling her knees to her chest, hugging them. “God knew what he was doing, didn’t he? He didn’t want me to have another baby. Look what a fucking mess I made of the first one.”
She saw Graeme kneeling over her. He had pasted an expression of concern on his face. It was false, like everything else in their life.
“Don’t touch me. Don’t you touch me! Don’t pretend, all right? Don’t pretend!”
“Emily, why don’t you go upstairs? Take a pill. It will help you sleep. This has been a terrible day, and you’re out of your head.”
Emily lay on the carpet. She had run out of fire and anger. She had run out of everything. They had won, all of them. Tommy, Rachel, and now Graeme. She had fought them all for so long, but it wasn’t worth the pain and misery.
She could almost see them standing over her.
Tommy, next to Graeme.
Rachel, in the doorway, a child again.
Graeme, still kneeling near her. “Take a pill,” he repeated. It wasn’t a dream. He really said it.
Emily smiled. He was right, of course, because Graeme was always right, always exactly balanced. It was time to go upstairs, and she knew he wouldn’t follow her. It was time to sleep. Asleep, she could forget all of it. All of them. She pushed herself to her feet and brushed by Graeme. In her imagination, Tommy and Rachel still lingered there. She could hear the echoes of their laughter.
“Okay,” she said. “You win.”
Take a pill, she thought. That’s what she would do.
15
“You must be cold,” the bartender said, casting an eye over the bar at Maggie’s bare legs.
Maggie’s black leather skirt extended to midthigh, and when she sat down, she kept her legs glued shut to avoid giving the world a glimpse of her bright pink panties. Her red wool coat was draped over the barstool next to her. She wore a sleeveless burgundy silk blouse.
Yes, she was cold.
“What’ll you have? Cup of hot tea?” the bartender asked, smiling.
Maggie smiled back and ordered a tall mug of tap beer.
When the bartender returned, he laid the beer in front of her. Ice clung to the side of the glass and floated inside. “What are you, a model or something?” he asked.
Maggie laughed. “That’s a good line. I like that one. In fact,
I’m a cop.”
“Yeah, right.”
Maggie reached over and flipped the flap of her red coat on the bar stool. Her shield, pinned inside, gleamed up at the bartender. He raised his arms, surrendering. “Okay, you win. Isn’t there something about cops not drinking on duty?”
“Who said I was on duty?” Maggie asked.
In fact, she was still on duty, but she needed a drink.
Maggie sipped the beer slowly. It was Monday night, and the bar was half empty. All day long, she had suffered under the leering stares of teenage boys. And it all resulted in nothing. Nada. Zip. She didn’t find a single boy who would admit that he or anyone else had ever fucked Rachel behind the infamous barn. Each one of them had plenty to say when Maggie was casually crossing and uncrossing her legs, but they clammed up tight at Rachel’s name. No one wanted to paint a target on his chest for the police.
She noticed a nervous teenager standing next to her.
“Are you Ms. Bei?” Kevin Lowry asked.
Maggie gave him a quick once-over. He was a solid kid, heavy and strong, with blond hair shaved almost down to his scalp. He wore the basic uniform of the restaurant’s waiters, including black jeans and a red T-shirt that barely stretched around his barrel chest. Like all the other boys, Kevin let his eyes travel quickly up and down Maggie’s body, taking note of her legs.
They chose a small table in the corner of the bar, away from the smoke and noise. Maggie brought her beer with her. She asked if Kevin wanted a soft drink, but he shook his head. Maggie relaxed, leaning close to Kevin with her elbows on the table. Kevin sat uncomfortably across from her.
“I don’t bite,” Maggie said with a warm smile.
Kevin responded with a smile that came and went quickly. “How’s Mrs. Stoner?” he asked quietly.
“It was touch and go, but the latest word from the hospital is that she’ll be fine.”
“I feel bad. She’s had a tough time.”
“Because of Rachel?” Maggie asked.
Kevin shrugged. “Sometimes. Parents and kids always have some kind of problems.”
“Seems like they had more than their share,” Maggie said.
A ghost of a grin. “Maybe.”
“Why do you think she took the pills?”
“I guess she couldn’t take it anymore,” Kevin said.
“Take what?” Maggie asked.
“All of it.”
Maggie waited until Kevin looked up. “People tell me you’re close to Rachel. They said Rachel would have been better off with you, but she never really appreciated you. That must be frustrating.”
Kevin sighed. “Rachel has always been kind of a fantasy. I never really expected anything to come of it.”
“So what about that last night?” Maggie asked sharply. “You told us that Rachel came on to you.”
“That was nothing. She can be cruel that way.”
“Could she have been meeting someone else that night? Another boy?”
“Maybe. Rachel dated a lot. We didn’t talk about it.”
Maggie nodded. “You know, it’s funny. I talked to dozens of guys at the high school today. No one admitted going out with Rachel.”
“Big surprise,” Kevin said. “Everyone’s scared. They know what you found at the barn.”
“So they’re lying.”
“Sure,” Kevin said. “I bet she dated all of them.”
She could hear the bitterness in his voice.
“How about you?” Maggie asked.
“I already said no.”
“Except for that night,” Maggie said. “That’s kind of weird, don’t you think? She comes on to you, and that night, she disappears.”
She saw anxiety instantly bloom in his eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“You said Rachel made a date with you for Saturday night. But when you arrived at her house, she was gone.”
Kevin nodded.
“You’re sure the date wasn’t for Friday night? You didn’t make plans to go to her house later?”
“No!” Kevin told her, his voice rising.
“You didn’t go back?”
“No, I didn’t. I went home. The police talked to my parents. You know that’s what happened.”
Maggie smiled. “I know a lot of kids who are pretty good at slipping out without their parents knowing. Look, if Rachel wanted to disappear, you would have helped her, wouldn’t you? You would have done anything she asked.”
Kevin bit his lower lip and said nothing. He looked around as if he were hunting for an escape.
“So did you? Did you help her run away?” Maggie said.
“No,” Kevin insisted.
“Did you go back later anyway? Did she have another date? That would have pissed you off, right? I can understand, Kevin. You’ve loved her your whole life. She’s your fantasy. And then she starts playing games with you. That must have made you mad.”
Kevin shook his head fiercely.
“It didn’t? You didn’t go over and wait for her? Try to convince her that she was wasting time with all those other guys? They weren’t right for her. You were. But she rejected you.”
Kevin was angry now. “I didn’t see her. I didn’t go to her house.”
“You have to admit you’ve got a great motive.”
“Cut it out,” Kevin said.
“Maybe you two went out for a drive. Just to talk. And maybe you ended up at the barn. Maybe the talk didn’t go so well.”
Kevin clenched his fists. “That’s a lie.”
“We found blood and condoms at the crime scene, Kevin. What are we going to find when we do a DNA analysis?”
Kevin stood up. He was trembling with rage. “You’ll find out it’s not mine! Because I wasn’t there!”
Maggie stood up, too. She touched his arm softly, but he yanked it away. She tried to coax him into looking at her. “Sit down, Kevin. I know you weren’t there. But most of the time, I don’t know—not until I push people. The guilty ones don’t push back. Please. Sit down.”
“Rachel’s the last person in the world I would ever hurt,” Kevin said.
“I know. But it looks like someone did hurt her. So, if you didn’t go to Rachel’s house, who did?”
Kevin shook his head. “Don’t you think I’d have told you if I knew?”
“You don’t remember anything Rachel said? You didn’t hear any rumors at school? From what I understand, the barn was a popular place. It’s hard to believe there weren’t stories going around.”
“Oh, sure, everyone knows about the barn. Lots of people talk about it. But who knows what’s real and what’s just locker room bullshit, you know?”
“But you’re sure she went there,” Maggie said.
“I don’t know it for a fact. But I can’t believe she didn’t.”
“Why?”
Kevin spread his arms in exasperation. “She talked about having sex all the time.”
“Was it just talk?” Maggie asked. “Or did she really do it?”
“I don’t know. She didn’t mention names.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Maggie saw a plump teenage girl with chestnut hair standing in the doorway of the bar. Hands firmly on her hips, the girl swiveled her head, studying each table like a velociraptor. When she spotted Kevin in the corner, her face lit up in a smile. Then she saw Maggie, assessed her outfit in a single glance, and frowned. She marched toward them.
“Hello, Kevin,” the girl said loudly.
Kevin glanced up, surprised. “Sally!”
He leaped to his feet and planted a kiss on Sally’s lips.
“I came in with my parents for dinner,” Sally said. “Paula said you were in here. She was sort of pissed.” Then she added bluntly, “Who’s this?”
“This is Ms. Bei,” Kevin said. “She’s with the police.”
“The police?” Sally said, her eyebrows raised.
Maggie stood up and extended her hand, which Sally shook limply.
“We
’ve both talked to the police already,” Sally said.
“I know. Kevin was just telling me he didn’t really know any of Rachel’s boyfriends,” Maggie said. “We’re thinking someone must have gone over to her house after she left the two of you. Can you think of anyone?”
“I don’t think anyone was special to Rachel,” Sally said. “She used people up and threw them away.”
“That sounds like a good way to get people pissed off,” Maggie said. “Anyone sound like he was obsessed with Rachel? Did she ever complain about someone who wouldn’t leave her alone?”
“Complain?” Sally said. “Not hardly.”
“Okay, let’s forget about Rachel for a while. What about other girls at school? They ever talk about boys who were giving them a hard time?”
Kevin scratched his chin. He looked at Sally. “What about Tom Nickel? Remember how Karin said he was always sending her those creepy notes? Real prick.”
Sally shrugged. “Sure, but that was two years ago. He graduated last year.”
“But he goes to UMD,” Kevin said. “He’s still in the area.”
“I suppose.”
Maggie wrote down the name in her book. “Anyone else?”
“Most of the guys in school are jerks,” Sally said. “That’s why I’m so lucky.” She slung an arm around Kevin’s waist, and he kissed her hair.
“How about girls who had a bad time at the barn?” Maggie asked.
There it was.
It lasted only a split second, but Maggie saw the look in Sally’s eyes. Her whole demeanor changed, the cool arrogance replaced by fear. Then, just as quickly, the moment passed. Sally turned and kissed Kevin again, not looking at Maggie. When she turned back, she had pasted a mask on her face.
“I don’t hang out with girls who go to the barn,” she said.
Maggie nodded. “I understand.”
“Kevin!” Someone shouted from the doorway to the bar. A fifty-something woman with a hassled scowl waved a stack of menus at them. “We’re dying out here. I need you now, you hear me? Right now!”
Kevin turned to Maggie. “Was there anything else? I have to go.”
Maggie shook her head. Kevin kissed Sally again and rushed out of the bar. Sally began to follow him, but Maggie tugged gently at her arm.
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