Chapter Fifty-Eight
I parked the Taurus underneath the carport and followed Charlie in.
He went into the living room and knelt beside the chest that contained his old keepsakes. The old pictures of his family back in Miami. His medical diagnoses, kept like grade school report cards. The Billboard Top 40 sheet he had shown me.
He pulled out a thick folder and leafed through dog-eared sheets of music and lyrics until he came upon a manila envelope. He took it out and handed it to me, barely looking me in the eye.
“I got this about a week ago,” he said, shrugging. “A couple of days after Evan died… I can’t remember exactly when. I didn’t know what to do with it, so I hid it. I didn’t even tell Gabby. I was scared. I knew they had found me. I didn’t want to believe they had anything to do with my son.”
The envelope was addressed to Charlie. No return address.
“You have to believe me, Jay, if I knew this could have ever hurt anyone… Evan, Gabby…” Tears glistened in Charlie’s slate-gray eyes. “ You. I would never have kept it to myself…”
The envelope was torn open at the top. I slid out the contents and stared in shock at what I was now looking at, reacting as if I’d been punched and recoiling.
There were photos of a dead woman.
Not just dead, it became clear to me, mutilated. My mouth went dry. She was naked, her face and torso cut up. Red slits and bloody lacerations disfiguring her all over.
The woman was blond, kind of pretty in a way, I could still detect. Her hair was strewn to the side in long braids. Maybe in her fifties. I leafed through the shots one by one, my stomach clenching. Only someone who wanted to cause terrible suffering to someone could have done something this cold-blooded.
They’d tortured her.
“Who is she? ” I asked, but something made me think I knew.
“Her name was Sherry.” Charlie let out a deep, pained exhale. “I hadn’t seen her in over thirty years. I knew her back then-on the ranch… She’s-”
“I know who she was.” I looked up at him. “It’s Katya.”
He just stood there staring at me, his eyes wide. Then he sank onto the couch and ran his hand through his ponytailed hair. “ Katya…” He smiled fondly and gave me a slight nod of confirmation. “She didn’t deserve something like this, Jay.”
“Both of you pointed the finger at Houvnanian. And the ones who went with him down to Santa Barbara. You helped the police in their investigation?”
Again, he gave me the slightest nod. Then he looked up, befuddled. “How do you possibly know all about this?”
“It doesn’t matter how I know. What matters is what we do about it now. You’re who they want, Charlie. Greenway. Zorn. Evan. Sherry… This has all been leading up to you. For what you did. They’re torturing you, just like they did to this woman. By killing off the things you love.”
Charlie rubbed his brow in anguish. He leaned forward and picked up the photos, leafed through them again, pressing his lips in sadness and a held-in anger. “She was a beautiful person, Jay. She wouldn’t have hurt a fly. Look at her. The kind of people who could do this
…”
“You already know the kind of people, Charlie. We were with one the other day. But now you have to step back. Out of the prison you’ve been in. You have to help me bring them down.”
Charlie nodded, exhaling a breath that might have been in him thirty years. “There’s something else…”
He went over to the chest and dug around in the back of a drawer. He came back with something wrapped in a blue towel and handed it to me.
“How long have you known?” I asked as I took away the towel and stared at what was inside.
“That first week. After you came to dinner. It was in the trash.”
“You could have told me,” I said, and Charlie simply nodded, sorry.
I was staring at a black Nike sneaker.
Chapter Fifty-Nine
S usan Pollack watched from the woods, smoking. Her car was hidden safely around the block from the apartment house.
At around one P.M., she saw Charlie and his brother pull up.
Chase.
The two of them stayed in the car and talked for a while before going in. Though far away, something in Chase’s hanging head and tormented expression gave her a feeling of delight. It was too bad that his nosy brother and his whore of a wife had escaped the little present at the market earlier.
It had made her giddy, watching the two of them fighting for their lives in the flaming car. As it was, just hearing the bitch’s screams, seeing the shell-shocked looks of panic and fear on their terrified faces, had almost been enough. She knew there would be other times for them. And soon.
Soon, my darling. Mags smiled from the woods.
Her blood stirred with an exhilaration she had not felt for many years. Susan, that shell of a dried-up woman, who had dutifully done what was asked of her, was dead now.
But Mags was very much alive.
You never left me, all these years. Not for a single second. Our thoughts have always been entwined. I know it was me all along who nurtured you. The one you truly wanted. The others were just the playthings who threw themselves at you. They were candy to make you smile. But it was me, your Maggie Mae, your Mags, who was your music. Who gave you the will to do what had to be done.
Who was your true music!
She saw movement coming from the car. Charlie and his brother got out and went inside.
Well, wait till you see what the music has in store for you now, Charlie.
Her thighs felt alive, moist for the first time in years. Isn’t that what you said, my love? That nothing could ever be evil, not if it comes from love.
And what greater love could I have shown for you? This is my gift. I am yours whenever you want me. I always have been.
I know you can hear me, Russell. There are walls, but what is between us cannot be kept out. It knows no walls.
“No one knows when the master will choose to come back, or in what manner.”
I have never forsaken you for a second, my love. You gave me the gift of love back then. You protected me.
You left me behind.
Now I give it back to you. In full.
Chapter Sixty
A short while later, Sherwood knocked on the apartment door and I spotted him through the blinds.
I was glad he had come alone. Charlie had barely moved in twenty minutes, sunk into the couch, his head in his hands, staring into space.
I let him in.
“You all right?” he asked, giving me a look that was different from any I had seen from him before.
“Yeah. Thanks.” I nodded grimly, blowing out my cheeks.
“And Gabriella? I checked at the hospital.”
