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tle in any ongoing investigation. They won’t even know about 2
you.”
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“Thank you.” He seemed so earnest, so genuine, Callie liked 4
him more and more. A part of her knew that it was tactical, that 5
she was just succumbing to technique. But another part of her 6
didn’t care. She liked him all the same.
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“So why don’t we start with the watch you found,” Pulaski 8
said. “If you can tell us how you came to have it.”
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She’d already rehearsed this part in her mind, and now she 10
went over it. How she’d hidden the Easter basket in the drain-11
pipe, filled it with chocolate eggs. How, by the next morning, 12
when Anna found it, the contents had been replaced.
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As the two men listened to her, Callie felt the strength of their 14
attention. Their expressions stayed calm and easy, but she sensed 15
they were missing nothing.
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“Now, this Easter egg hunt,” Pulaski said. “It’s for the whole 17
neighborhood?”
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“That’s right,” Callie said.
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“So the kids look for eggs and baskets all over the place, not 20
just in their own yards.”
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“Yes.”
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“So that particular basket, there was no way of ensuring that 23
your daughter would be the one to find it?”
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“I guess not,” Callie said reluctantly. Unless, unless . . . A 25
thought surfaced, then disappeared before she could quite grasp it.
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“Still, you have some reason to think that the basket was 27
meant for your daughter. You think that the person who hid the 28
watch intended for her to find it.”
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“Yes.”
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“Could you tell us why you think that?”
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She felt it rushing toward her, the moment of no return. For 32
the first time in almost ten years she would tell her secret to 33
someone new. The fear that she’d anticipated was strangely ab-34
sent, though. Instead, she had a feeling of almost reckless exhila-35 S
ration.
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Callie took a deep breath.
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“I’m sure you both know about Steven Gage.”
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“Sure,” said Pulaski. “The serial killer. Diane Massey wrote a 3
book about him.”
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Callie nodded. “I . . . I was one of the main sources for that 5
book. For several years, I was Steven Gage’s girlfriend. During 6
that time, I was known as Laura Seton.”
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The room was absolutely silent. The air seemed electric.
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“There’s more too,” Callie said. “On the fifth of April — about 9
ten days before my daughter found the watch — I received a 10
note. No postmark. It was stuck in my front door. A single sheet 11
of white paper, typed, not signed. It said ‘Happy Anniversary. I 12
haven’t forgotten you.’ ”
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The detectives traded glances, a quick shift of the eyes.
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“What?” Callie said.
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“We have the note,” Farkess said. “Jamison sent up a copy along 16
with Diane’s watch. He thought we might want to look at it.”
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A sudden spark of insight. “Diane. Did she get a note too?”
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Neither of the detectives answered. Instantly, Callie knew she 19
was right.
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“I’m afraid we can’t discuss that,” Pulaski finally said. “Like 21
what you’re telling us today. The details of the investigation have 22
to be kept confidential.”
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“I see,” Callie said. It didn’t exactly seem fair, but she didn’t 24
have much leverage. “Melanie White — the woman who was at-25
tacked in New York — she was one of Steven’s lawyers. She 26
helped represent him on appeal. Right until the very end.”
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Again, the two detectives nodded, but they didn’t seem sur-28
prised.
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“So that makes three of us,” Callie said. Now she was thinking 30
out loud. “Three women, all of us connected to Steven. Someone 31
killed Diane. Someone tried to kill Melanie.”
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Pulaski squarely met her eyes. “I suppose I don’t have to tell 33
you that you need to take precautions.”
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Callie bit her lip and nodded.
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“Let’s think about motive,” said Pulaski. “Do you have any idea 2
why someone might be doing this? Any idea at all of who might 3
be responsible?”
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“Well, I guess it’s pretty clear that what’s happening is some-5
how linked to Steven. All three of us are women. All three of us 6
knew him. The other thing that we have in common is that all of 7
us betrayed him. At least, that’s how he would have seen it.
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That’s how he did see it. I testified against him at trial, star wit-9
ness for the prosecution. And Melanie, while she tried to help 10
him, she didn’t manage to save him. Diane’s book, well, you must 11
have read it. Steven comes off badly. He wanted to be seen as this 12
brilliant guy. Diane didn’t buy it. She was the first — the only —
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writer to question his intelligence. She dug up Steven’s grades 14
and test scores, showed how they were only average. I’m sure that 15
infuriated him. He despised mediocrity.”
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Pulaski thought a moment, stroking his chin with a hand. On 17
the fourth finger of his left hand, Callie saw a thick gold ring. “So 18
you think it’s about revenge?”
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“Yes,” Callie said. “I do.”
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“Any idea who would have done these things?”
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“Well . . . I keep thinking of Lester Crain. You know who he is?”
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Pulaski and Farkess nodded. Again, Callie saw that her specu-23
lations weren’t any surprise. Melanie must have told Jamison, 24
who’d passed them on to these guys.
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“Any other thoughts?” Pulaski asked. “Aside from Crain, I 26
mean?”
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Callie studied Pulaski. “You don’t think it’s him,” she said.
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“Without getting too far into the details, I’d say it’s pretty un-29
likely. Sexual psychopaths follow certain patterns. Ms. Massey’s 30
murder, the attack on Ms. White — they don’t conform to 31
Crain’s.”
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As Pulaski spoke, it hit Callie that this wasn’t what she’d 33
wanted to hear. At least with Crain she’d had something con-34
crete, an anchor for her fear. Now, set free of its object, the fear 35 S
was everywhere. If not Crain, then who?
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him ’til the end. He had two brothers, both younger. Drake and 1
Lou were their names. Last I knew, both of them were still living 2
in Nashville. Drake was in construction. Lou did something with 3
computers.”
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“Their last name was Gage as well?” That was Farkess talking.
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For a time, he’d been a silent presence, quietly jotting notes.
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“They’re half brothers,” Callie said. “Their last name was Holl-7
worthy. Steven’s father left when he was small, then his mother 8
remarried.”
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“Anyone else?” Pulaski asked.
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“Well, there’s his mother, Brenda. She was high-strung. Unsta-11
ble. Totally relied on her husband and sons, could hardly func-12
tion on her own. When Steven was a kid she tried to kill herself.
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I don’t think he ever forgave her. He found her in the bathroom, 14
barely breathing, blood everywhere. I can’t imagine her planning 15
this, though, let alone doing it. Although . . . I guess people do 16
change. And he was her son, after all.”
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“She also lived in Nashville?”
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“Last I knew. But that was years ago.” Callie gave a humorless 19
laugh. “I certainly haven’t kept in touch.”
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A rustling sound as Farkess turned a page in his small spiral 21
notebook.
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Callie realized her mouth was dry. She sipped from her glass of 23
water.
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“Who else?” Pulaski asked. “Any other names come to mind?”
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“I don’t know. I guess all the groupies — there were a lot of 26
them. They wrote him letters, came to the trial. I don’t know 27
where you’d get the names. Maybe someone saved the mail. It 28
was bizarre, you know? During the trial, these women threw 29
themselves at him. They proposed to him, sent him presents.
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One woman, I don’t remember her name, knitted him a sweater.
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I always wondered if they thought he wasn’t guilty, or if they just 32
didn’t care.”
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“What about friends?” Pulaski asked.
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Callie gave a crooked smile. “Steven didn’t really have friends.
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light of everything that came out later, I guess was probably true.
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It’s funny, I always thought it was strange that he wasn’t more 3
successful at work. I mean, here was this smart, intense guy who 4
couldn’t seem to get things done. He had this paralegal job, and 5
he always seemed to be behind. I told him he had to stop being 6
such a perfectionist. I figured that was the problem. But that 7
wasn’t it at all. The whole time he had another job that to him 8
was far more important. It must have taken incredible focus to 9
murder all those women. To kill them and get away with it for all 10
the years that he did.”
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By four-thirty, Callie was on the road again, heading back toward 13
Merritt. She felt utterly depleted, hardly able to drive. Briefly, she 14
considered finding a motel and going right to sleep. But she still 15
had a couple of hours of daylight. She flipped on cruise control.
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She’d been driving for half an hour or so before she realized 17
that the streets seemed unfamiliar. She saw a shopping center. A 18
hospital. Had she passed by these before? It was possible, of 19
course. She’d been preoccupied. But it was equally likely that 20
she’d made a wrong turn back when she’d left the barracks. She 21
caught the names of cities on signs, but they didn’t mean any-22
thing. Augusta. Bangor. Lewiston. She didn’t know their loca-23
tions. As she looked for a spot to turn off the road, her skin began 24
to prickle. BLUE PEEK ISLAND / CARTWRIGHT ISLAND
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FERRY. The arrow pointed straight ahead.
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Callie’s heart was pounding. Her foot moved to the brake. Un-27
til now Blue Peek Island had seemed unreal, a fantasy more than 28
a place. But now, here she was — practically, almost, there. At 29
first, the sign’s appearance struck her as amazing. One of those 30
impossible accidents that almost have to mean something. But a 31
moment later, she realized that it wasn’t so strange after all. It 32
made sense that the investigators would be somewhere near the 33
island.
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swooping down. Then, on the right-hand side of the road, she 1
saw the ferry landing. A low white building steps from the harbor, 2
the huge docking structure.
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She didn’t feel as if she had a choice. She turned into the park-4
ing lot.
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Down here, close to the water, the air whipped against her 6
face. She heard boat riggings snap in the breeze, a mournful dis-7
tant clanging, the raucous cry of seagulls circling overhead. The 8
water spread out in front of her, green-black rather than blue. On 9
the building, a streaming electronic display announced arrivals 10
and departures.
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CARTWRIGHT ISLAND 8:15 . . . 11:15 AM . . . 2:15 . . .
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5:15 PM
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BLUE PEEK ISLAND 8 . . . 10 AM . . . 2 . . . 4 PM
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Callie looked at her watch: 4:20 p.m. Even if she’d wanted to 15
go, she’d missed the last boat out. Not that she would have made 16
the trip, she hastily told herself. She’d done what she came to 17
Maine to do. Now she had to get home.
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She stood there another few aimless moments, then walked 19
back to the car, climbed in, and pulled out her road atlas to figure 20
out where she was. It took just a couple of minutes to see that she 21
needed to turn around. She flipped the key in the ignition and 22
drove back toward the road. Before pulling out into traffic, she 23
ite Inn, just across the street. At first she thought it was a large 25
stone house; then she saw the sign.
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There was a break in the flow of traffic, but Callie didn’t pull 27
out. She hesitated in the parking lot, uncertain what to do.
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Maybe they won’t have vacancies.
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It wouldn’t hurt to check.
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You have to stay someplace.
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Why not just ask?
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A tall man with glasses answered the door, a black cat in his 33
arms. Another cat rubbed against his leg, peering up from below.
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“Do you have any rooms tonight?” Callie asked.
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“As a matter of fact we do.”
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A . M . A huge swooshing of water as the ferry pulled away.
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Callie leaned against the railing on the top deck, wind whipping 3
through her hair. For the first time since arriving in Maine, she 4
smelled the acrid sea.
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They passed a long granite breakwater with a lighthouse at 6
its tip. Callie’s thoughts flashed to Diane, trying to picture her 7
here. The Diane she saw in her mind’s eye was the young woman 8
she’d known. She tried to imagine what the years had done to 9
that fiercely intelligent face. Diane would have aged well. She 10
had no doubt about that. The high cheekbones, the fine, straight 11
nose — these would have stayed the same.
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When Callie thought of Diane now, it was hard to know what 13
she felt. Beyond the horror of what had happened, her feelings 14
were more complex. Sadness, pity, resentment. Anger and grati-15
tude. She barely remembered their first meeting, at that Nashville 16
AA group. She’d been so distraught — and so hungover — every-17
thing was a blur. Diane had followed her out of the meeting, 18
pressed a phone number on her.
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She’d needed someone to talk to. That had been part of it.
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Diane had been an excellent listener, patient and sympathetic.
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She’d known when to talk and when to keep quiet, when to give 22
advice. From the start, Diane had been honest about her job, but 23
she’d promised to keep their friendship secret from even her edi-24
tors. Now, more clear-sighted, Callie saw she’d had a plan. It had 25