Deceit

Jackson. With all the cases Dan had prosecuted, all the dregs of humanity he had seen, this one still seemed to surprise him.

“I’ve worked with a lot of witnesses over the years.” Dan’s tone gentled. “I know the toll that seeing a crime takes on people. We’re the good guys here. We’ll keep you safe and see that justice is done for Linda. You just need to fulfill your part, and I’ll do the rest. Will you do that?”

Melissa rubbed her forehead as if to buff away the unwanted knowledge in her brain. She would not raise her head. A blush grazed her cheeks, her lips thinned in futility. One hand palmed the other, squeezing and relaxing, squeezing, relaxing. In that moment she looked like the girl of sixteen who came to live with Linda and Baxter. The young, damaged girl who so wanted to fit in.

Melissa swallowed. Determination dawned in her expression. She raised her chin and looked the district attorney in the eye. “Okay, I’ll tell you. And I’ll take you to the grave.”

FORTY-FIVE

Melissa’s words echoed in my head. “I’ll take you to the grave.” Her defeat, my victory. I wanted to jump up and cheer. I wanted to fall on my knees and thank God. But all energy had left my limbs. I could only stare at her numbly, her purse like an anvil on my lap.

My murdered best friend would have her justice. Linda, who’d lit up a room, even as she lied to the world. To me.

“Thank you, Melissa.” Dan stood up. “You’re doing the right thing.”

She lifted a shoulder.

“What happened, Melissa?” My mouth moved of its own accord. “Why did he do it?”

Her gaze dropped to the floor. She pressed her lips together, spots of color appearing on her cheeks. “It’s my fault.” Melissa’s voice caught. “If I hadn’t been there, in that house.”

“Melissa.” Dan shook his head. “It’s not your fault.”

Her mouth turned down. She made no reply.

Perry looked at me, sympathy shining in his eyes. It struck me—he knew how much I’d loved Linda. He understood.

A sudden violent longing seized my limbs. I wanted Perry’s arms around me. I wanted a man’s comfort, and my husband was gone.

Dan touched Melissa on the shoulder. “I’m going to make a call to the Vonita police, alert them we’re bringing you down for a statement.”

“No!” Melissa’s chin jerked up. “Don’t take me to Vonita! Why can’t I just tell you everything right here?”

“We need to tape and video your statement. I don’t have the equipment here—”

“Don’t take me to Vonita! They won’t listen to me. The chief’s too good a friend of Baxter’s.”

“What about your office, Dan?” I could understand Melissa’s fear of returning to Baxter’s stomping grounds.

Dan thought a minute. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Melissa pushed off the couch. “Can I use your bathroom?”

“Sure.” Dan gestured with his chin. “I’ll show you where it is.”

She hesitated. “I’ll need my purse.”

“I’ll need to take the gun out.”

Melissa shrugged.

“Hang on a minute.” Dan left the room and returned with a dish towel and sealable plastic bag. Using the towel he extracted the handgun from Melissa’s purse and slid it into the bag. Sealed it shut.

Melissa watched his every move. “I thought you said you weren’t going to use that against me.”

He faced her. “I won’t. As long as you keep your end of the bargain.”

She cast him a sullen look, as if ticked off that he still didn’t fully trust her. Dan picked up the purse from my lap and handed it to Melissa. “Follow me.”

They left the room, half the air sucking away with them. My lungs felt like bricks. I slumped in the chair, elbow on the armrest, and leaned my head against a fist.

“You did it, Joanne.” Perry spoke in low tones. In the distance I could hear Dan talking to someone on the phone.

I managed a weak smile. “We did it. I’d still be stuck in that hotel room if you hadn’t rescued us. Plus you were smart enough to figure out my message.”

“Ah, that was easy. Eagles’ One of These Nights album, song five.” He chuckled. “ ‘Lyin’ Eyes.’”

“You did great. Just went along with everything.”

“I know you don’t have a brother.”

I lifted my head off my fist. We smiled at each other.

Dan returned. “One of my investigators is going to meet us at my office. We have recording equipment there.” He scratched the side of his face. “Man. Baxter Jackson. If we find that body, this case is gonna be a doozy.”

“And Cherisse’s death,” I reminded him. “If Baxter’s charged with Linda’s murder, they’ll reopen that case, won’t they?”

“Yeah. We’ll have to. I’ll get a second pair of eyes to look at the autopsy findings. And a court order to disinter the body, if necessary.”

I leaned my head back against the armchair. A minute passed in silence, each of us busy with our own musings. I imagined Dan peering down the road, envisioning Baxter’s trial for Linda’s murder, the prosecutorial arguments. Baxter would be sure to hire an expensive attorney. It would be a hard fight.

The thought made me dizzy. I couldn’t go there now.

I needed sleep.

Dan looked toward the entryway. “She’s taking a long time.”

My head came up. He was right. “I’ll go check on her.”

“It’s down that hall to the left.” Dan pointed.

I stood up on rubber legs, crossed the room into the hall. At the bathroom door I knocked. Called Melissa’s name.

No answer.

“Melissa? Melissa.” I knocked harder. “You okay?”

Silence.

My heart stumbled. I slapped both hands on the knob and shook the door. “Melissa!”

Dan and Perry appeared at my side, concern on their faces. “Melissa!” Dan pounded on the door. “Open up!”

No, I thought. No. What had she done to herself?

Perry pushed in. “Melissa.” He rattled the door knob. “Open up right now, or I’m coming in.”

We waited, hardly daring to breathe. Listening for the slightest sound.

Nothing.

Perry raised his eyebrows at Dan. The district attorney nodded.

“Stand back.” Perry positioned himself and kicked the door viciously. It splintered but did not fully give. Chilly air seeped past my shoulders. Perry aimed a second kick. The door shot open. A cold breeze tumbled out.

Perry jumped into the bathroom. Dan and I crowded behind. I saw the toilet and sink—empty.

And an open window, curtains fluttering.

FORTY-SIX