quickly.
“If that’s what happened, then why would you take the necklace if you came in and found Heidi dead? No way. And even if you thought I’d killed her and then gone out for something to help cover it up, you never would have just bent over and pulled the necklace away. No. You had to have struggled. That’s the only way it could have happened.”
A knock on the door brings him back.
“Mr. Posner.”
Another knock.
“Mr. Posner. You all right?”
“Yeah.”
“We’re almost finished out here. Anything else that needs to be done before we get to the bedroom?”
Posner cannot speak.
“Sir. Anything else?”
“Just one thing. I’ll be a minute.”
Footsteps move away from the door. Posner stands and walks around to the other side of the bed. He looks down at the night table, on which rests a lamp, clock radio, and phone. One hand still grasps the necklace. He spreads the necklace out on the table and smoothes out the chain.
“And the night just after it happened. The night I planned to meet you at the airport and you cancelled and said we needed a separation. I thought it was just more of your growing jealousy and looking for you in the terminal, I couldn’t think of anything else. It all made a kind of mad sense at the time. Your suspicions had been developing for months. And when you saw Heidi at the house, it all came together. You thought you knew it all about Heidi and me. And you never let on. Not a word. So we spent all those days and nights afterwards either not speaking at all, or when we did, never daring to share our secrets. God, you must have hated me then, yet somehow time allowed you to change enough to forgive me in spite of everything you thought I did. Maybe you forgave me because it was the only way you could forgive yourself for what happened to Heidi.”
He blinks his eyes a few times, but there are no more tears.
“Just one thing,” he repeats to the empty room, but it’s not really empty. Sara’s here.
Wherever he looks she’s here.
He pulls out his wallet and fishes out a card. He sits on the bed, picks up the phone, and punches in Peter Wisdom’s direct line.
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Copyright © 2012 by Allan Retzky
FIRST EDITION
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