“That’s a little complicated.”
“Give it a shot.”
“I never thought of Sally as the enemy. Never. Not even in the darkest times.”
“But you did hire yourself a pretty tough divorce lawyer.”
“I didn’t really hire him. Gerry Colletti did it for me as a friend, freebie.”
“He still your friend?”
“I don’t think of him as one.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing, really. I just finally came around to realize Sally was right about him. He is a scumbag.”
“You think that’s one of the reasons Sally considered you the enemy? You used a scumbag divorce lawyer?”
“I can see where you might say that, but no. Truth is, I wouldn’t let Gerry put the screws to her. I’ll give you an example. Sally and me had this restaurant. In fact, we bought it from Gerry. It was a disaster, and we had to close it. All that debt went with me. Whatever assets we had went with Sally. The way I saw it, she was never going to recover psychologically if I put her in a financial hole.”
“That’s pretty fair-minded.”
“After what happened to our daughter, the rules are a little different. You try to work things out.”
“Is that the way Sally saw it?”
He gave Jack a sad smile, a slow shake of the head. “Unfortunately, no. Sally was a sweet, loving person. But she changed.”
“What changed her?”
His smile was gone. “Our daughter was murdered in our house. That can change you, don’t you think?”
Jack lowered his eyes, a little embarrassed for having asked. “It’s the most terrible thing I can imagine. And I’m sorry that happened to you and Sally.”
“Thanks.”
A party of six walked by on their way to another table. Jack waited for them to pass, then said, “But even something as horrible as the death of a child doesn’t always tear a marriage apart. Sometimes the parents turn to each other for strength.”
“You’re talking about the ones who don’t blame each other for what happened.”
The waitress brought their drinks, then left as quickly as she’d come. Jack stirred a packet of sugar into his iced tea and asked, “Is that what happened to you and Sally? The blame game?”
“I don’t know what happened to us. We tried. I really tried to be there for her. But she just didn’t want help. Not from me, anyway.”
“Did she blame you for what happened to your daughter?”
“No.”
“Did you blame her?”
He paused, as if not sure how to answer. Finally, he said, “She thought I did.”
“How did she get that impression?”
“I’m not sure, exactly.”
“What’s your sense?”
Again he paused, seeming to struggle. “Sally had this…job. I didn’t really like it.”
“The Hooters gig?”
He blinked twice, as if ashamed that Jack knew. “Look, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about Sally. She was a terrific mother. It wasn’t like she was going out dancing on tables or something. It’s just that, we owned that lousy restaurant I was telling you about. We had a terrible flood, no insurance, and we lost everything. We were bad in debt, needed money like you wouldn’t believe. We both had to work crappy jobs to get back on our feet. I just wish she could have found something better.”
“Did you ask her to quit?”
“We talked about it. But tips are pretty good at a place like Hooters. Tourists get a little drunk, you know how it is. Anyway, four hours a night there was like eight hours someplace else. So it left her some time for Katherine.”
“So she kept the job?”
“Yeah. Big mistake.”
“How so?”
Miguel tore open a pack of oyster crackers. “She ended up getting stalked by some loser.”
“Stalked?”
“That’s the sort of thing I was most afraid of. Some of these creeps who go to these bars think all the waitresses want it, that they’re easy. You know what I’m saying?”
“What happened? Somebody started calling her on the phone, following her home-what?”
“I don’t know all the details. She didn’t even tell me about it till after our daughter was killed.”
“Why not?”
“She knew I’d make her quit if I thought some guy was hassling her at work. And she also knew I’d break his neck if we found out who he was.”
“Did you ever find out who he was?”
“No. Chickenshit son of a bitch. Sally said he just kept taunting her with anonymous calls from pay phones, hang-ups, that sort of thing. Never got a look at him. Maybe the cops could have helped, if she’d reported it, but she said she didn’t want to antagonize him. She thought if she ignored him, he’d go away.”
“Did he go away?”
“No way.” Miguel lowered his eyes and said sadly, “And it was our daughter who paid.”
Jack paused in mid-sip, putting down his tea. “Are you saying this stalker killed your daughter?”
“Can’t prove it. Especially since Sally never told anyone about him stalking her until after our daughter was killed. If she had reported him, we would have had something to go on. As it was, the guy just vanished after the murder. Cops had no trail to follow.”
“So he was never charged?”
“No one was ever charged.”
“Did they ever name any suspects?”
“No. But they did give me a polygraph. Schmucks. Can’t find the guy who did it, so they go hassle the daddy.”
Jack paused, trying to be delicate. “How did that turn out?”
“Exactly the way Sally and me knew it would. They asked me three different ways: Did you kill your daughter, did you stab your daughter, did you harm your daughter in any way? I passed with flying colors.”
“You still think it was the stalker who did it?”
“No doubt in my mind. I mean, who else? How many enemies does an innocent little girl have?”
“Do you blame Sally for the fact that he got away with it?”
“No way. I’m a cop. I’m not the kind of guy who blames the victim.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“But somehow Sally got it fixed in her head that I thought it was all her fault. Once that happened, our marriage was over. I’m sure that’s why I’m in her little game now. I was probably the first one on her list.”
“But you’re not the only one on her list.”
“No. Obviously not.”
“Why are the others on there? Any idea?”
The waitress brought their food. “Here we go,” she said, setting their plates before them. “Anything else I can get you?”
“No, thanks,” they said in unison.
The waitress left. Miguel was pouring cocktail sauce on his conch fritters. Jack was still waiting for an answer, but with the waitress’s interruption, Miguel had apparently lost track of the question. Jack asked again, “Do you know why the others are on Sally’s list?”
Miguel had a mouthful of fritters. He shrugged and said, “You’ll have to ask them.”
Jack nodded, then looked at his plate of food. But he’d suddenly lost interest in eating. “I intend to,” he
