considered the combination of sugar and caffeine as a necessary elixir given her past few days, she'd have tossed the paper cup out the window. Damn the city's littering ordinance.
Her cell rang. It was David.
'Emily, we have to talk,' he said, without so much as a hello.
'David,' she answered, her voice slightly brittle, 'we don't have anything to talk about. At least not now.'
'Yeah, we do. We need to talk about Jenna. I don't want her growing up in some Podunk town'
Her brow narrowed and she rolled her eyes. 'Thanks. I grew up here, David.'
'No offense, but I'm sure you'll agree that Jenna deserves more opportunity.'
'She'll get that opportunity when she goes to college. I did. We all did.' Given the circumstances of the last few hours, she couldn't bring up her old argument that Cherrystone was a safe haven. Seattle had a rave culture. Cherrystone was still 4-H. Certainly there were drugs in the town that David derided as 'no more than a pockmark on the map,' but Emily knew more kids were concerned about showing how high their sunflowers grew than how high they got. Seattle teens got beaten and murdered and abused everyday of the week.
And now Cherrystone had a murder times three. The idea pounded at her cranium. Was it lack of sleep or the realization that some kid had slaughtered his family for no apparent reason?
'Really, David, I can't talk about this right now.'
'Someone's dog loose? Cow get out of a pasture?' David could be cutting and never missed the chance to remind Emily that she was slumming in Cherrystone.
Her head pounded. 'I'd answer that, and since you'll probably relay everything back to Dani, I'd better use small words so she'll understand' The second they spewed from her lips, Emily wished she hadn't been so harsh and could pluck them from the air before David heard them. If she hadn't been under so much pressure because of the storm and now the Martin murders, she'd have held it together.
'Now, I remember why I couldn't stand being around ' you.
His words cut to the bone. She knew they'd been deserved, but she hated the idea of their entire life together being cast in an odious light. They did, after all, have a few good years earlier in their marriage. Maybe even more good years than bad. And they did have Jenna.
'Sorry,' she said. 'I do have to go. David, I'll call you. But for now, please understand that Jenna is going to see you this summer-for the two weeks we've agreed upon in the parenting plan. Nothing more'
'Dani and I think she's old enough to change her mind-'
Dani was David's girlfriend and Emily couldn't stand it that she was closer in age to Jenna than she was to David. They'd met once, not long after the divorce was final. Dani had seemed nice enough. She wasn't particularly beautiful. She wasn't even blond. And her chest? Just average for a second wife, or at least what most men tend to go for when they trade up. Emily hated the age disparity. It just seemed wrong, ugly, and predictable. David was a lot of things in their marriage, many of them annoying, but he'd never been predictable.
'I didn't call you to argue,' he said, his voice icy. 'I wanted to tell you that I've been talking with Jenna and she wants to live with me for the summer. The hospital PR department says she could help out on the Web site. It would be a good opportunity.'
Emily was stunned, but she tried to keep cool. Why would Jenna collude with her father? Wasn't she happy? 'She said so?' she asked, before she thought better of it, and laid the blame at David. 'Or is this something you've cooked up?'
'I'm her dad. She needs her dad. Studies say that girls grow into stronger, more self-actualized women if they have close relationships with their fathers' He was superior, cool, and oddly detached; it was as if he was reading his words out of some journal that Dani probably nabbed off the Internet.
'Really? That would have been nice to know when we were all still living together, wouldn't it?'
'Okay. This call is going nowhere'
'Right' Like our marriage, Emily thought, though she held it in. 'Good-bye, David. I'll have my lawyer call yours'
As she moved the phone from her ear she heard him say, 'When are you going to tell him? Tonight in bed-'
It was a cheap shot and Emily snapped her flip phone shut. An argument with David always ended with a calculated abruptness. Even though it was a pattern that had been repeated ad nauseum during the more difficult times of their marriage, Emily never got used to it. Her face felt hot with anger. Her pulse raced. It was true, Cary McConnell had been her divorce lawyer. She and Cary hadn't so much as shared a meal until after the divorce was final. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. The phrase out of the frying pan came to her mind.
Emily got out of her car in the Cherrystone High School parking lot. A girl sat in her big brother's blue Nova and smoked a More cigarette. She looked over at Emily, pulled the brown stick from her mouth, and waved. It was a girl who'd visited the house a few times when they first returned to Cherrystone. Emily smiled back. The girl turned her head to exhale a steady stream of smoke. A couple of teenage boys sat on a curb in front of the totem pole that marked the school's entrance. Both wore holey jeans, wallet chains, and sweatshirts that had seen better days or at least had been distressed enough to appear so. One was a faux vintage shirt for the band Poison. The other boy had a pair of gold earrings-thick and pretty enough that Emily thought they must have cost a bundle if they were real gold.
'You here about Nick?' the one with the Poison shirt asked.
The question caught Emily off guard. She thought for a moment before answering. It shouldn't have surprised her much. The Spokane TV news had already broadcast the discovery of the three bodies.
'Do you know him?'
'Not really. We hung out a few times. Kind of quiet. But cool, too'
The earring boy looked up; his dark hooded eyes seemed empty when he probably meant to cop a menacing affect.
'Nick Martin was screwed up. Always has been. His whole family was f d up ''
She narrowed her gaze. 'That's quite an endorsement. What do you mean?'
Golden earrings shrugged, but the other boy answered.
'Kyle says everyone is screwed up ''
'Yeah, I guess I do,' Kyle said, nodding in a slow and exaggerated manner, before adding, 'I barely knew the guy.'
Emily thanked them, and handed each a card.
'Whoa,' Poison said, 'you've got a business card. Cool.'
She didn't know if it was sarcasm or if he was truly impressed by the ivory and black sheriff's department card, but she smiled nonetheless.
'Call me if you can think of something that will be helpful, okay?'
With that, she pitched her coffee cup into a trash can by the front door and made her way to the front office. A wave of silence seemed to follow her. There would be no need for introductions. There was no need to say why she was there. The school was abuzz with the news.
'Dr. Randazzo is waiting for you,' said the secretary, a cheerful lady with an apricot chignon that looked like it had been spun from sugar at the county fair. 'Go right on in.'
Chapter Six
Tuesday, exact time and place unknown
It didn't add up. Anyone could see it. How could she rebuff him? Deny him? Deny herself? He thought about those things as he tried to fit the tiny pieces of his life together. She had been all he'd ever wanted. She had been the one who made him whole. She was all he dreamed about. When he was eating a meal, it was she he was consuming. Sweet. Tender. Juicy. When he was masturbating, it was her soft hand stroking his penis. Faster, slower, down his hard shaft. Only she knew how to touch him. When the wind blew softly over his ears, it was her voice whispering for him to try harder. She loved him. He alone understood her. As she alone understood him.
The memory faded. His face grew hot. He could feel his disappointment, then anger and rage well up in his throat. It tightened and burned. He wanted to scream at her for ruining everything by choosing the wrong man. And what a stupid choice. She could never be to the other man what she could be to him. He alone could love her. He
