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'The temptation of Abraham. `God will provide himself a lamb for a burnt offering.' A very beautiful passage.' His eyes fixed on me. 'It's unusual that you can quote Scripture, Mr. Scudder.'
'I had reason to read that passage the other day. It stayed with me.'
'Oh?'
'I thought you might care to explain the chapter to me.'
'At some other time, certainly, but I scarcely see the urgency of-'
'Don't you?'
He looked at me. I got to my feet and took a step toward him. I said, 'I think you do. I think you could explain to me the interesting parallels between Abraham and yourself. You could tell me what happens when God doesn't oblige by providing a lamb for the burnt offering. You could tell me more about how the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.'
'Mr. Scudder-'
'You could tell me why you were able to murder Wendy Hanniford. And why you let Richie die in your place.'
Chapter 16
'I don't know what you're talking about.'
'I think you do, sir.'
'My son committed a horrible murder. I'm sure he did not know what he was doing at the moment of his act. I forgive him for what he did, I pray God forgives him-'
'I'm not a congregation, sir. I'm a man who knows all the things you thought no one would ever be able to figure out. Your son never killed anybody until he killed himself.'
He sat there for a long moment, taking it all in. He bowed his head a little.
His pose was an attitude of prayer, but I don't think he was praying. When he spoke his tone was not defensive so much as it was curious, the words very nearly an admission of guilt.
'What makes you... believe this, Mr. Scudder?'
'A lot of things I learned. And the way they all fit together.'
'Tell me.'
I nodded. I wanted to tell him because I had been feeling the need to tell someone all along. I hadn't told Cale Hanniford. I had come close to telling Trina, had begun hinting at it, but in the end I had not told her, either.
Vanderpoel was the only person I could tell.
I said, 'The case was open-and-shut. That's how the police saw it, and it was the only way to see it. But I didn't start out looking for a murderer. I started out trying to learn something about Wendy and your son, and the more I learned, the harder it was for me to buy the idea that he had killed her.
'What nailed him was turning up on the sidewalk covered with blood and behaving hysterically. But if you began to dismiss that from your mind, the whole idea of him being the killer began to break down.
He left his job suddenly in the middle of the afternoon. He hadn't planned on leaving. That could have been staged. But instead he came down with a case of indigestion and his employer finally managed to talk him into leaving.
'Then he got home with barely enough time to rape her and kill her and run out into the street. He hadn't been acting oddly during the day. The only thing evidently wrong with him was a stomachache.
Theoretically he walked in on her and something about her provoked him into flipping out completely.
'But what was it? A rush of sexual desire? He lived with the girl, and it was a reasonable assumption that he could make love to her any time he wanted to.
And the more I learned about him, the more certain I became that he never made love to her. They lived together, but they didn't sleep together.'
'What makes you say that?'
'Your son was homosexual.'
'That is not true.'
'I'm afraid it is.'
'Relations between men are an abomination in the eyes of God.'
'That may be. I'm no authority. Richie was homosexual. He wasn't comfortable with it. I gather it was impossible for him to be comfortable with any kind of sexuality. He had very mixed-up feelings about you, about his mother, and they made any real sexual relationship impossible.'
I walked over to the fake fire. I wondered if the fireplace was fake, too. I turned and looked at Martin Vanderpoel. He had not changed position. He was still sitting in his chair with his hands on his knees, his eyes on the patch of rug between his feet.
I said, 'Richie seems to have been stabilized by his relationship with Wendy Hanniford. He was able to regulate his life, and I'd guess he was relatively happy.
