about it, either. Especially to Emily’s dad, who was all upset about it and wanted to know what I’d heard.”
“But you didn’t tell him,” Marcus said.
Kelly shook her head side to side.
“But now, the bad guy’s dead,” Marcus said. “I guess none of it matters anymore. It’s one of those things you can put behind you.”
“Maybe now,” Kelly said, “I can erase the video from my phone.”
Marcus blinked. “Video? What video is that, Kelly?”
“The one I took when I was hiding in the closet.”
Marcus coughed. “You took a video when you were hiding in the closet? Of Ann Slocum? When she was talking on the phone?”
Kelly nodded. Marcus’s smile struck her as particularly forced right now.
“Do you have your phone on you?” he asked. When Kelly nodded, he said, “Show it to me.”
Kelly reached into her front pocket for it, tapped a couple of buttons, and then went over and sat next to Marcus so she could hold it as he looked on.
“Okay, so I just press this, and here it is.”
“Hey. Can you talk?”
“What’s this?” Marcus asked. “When was this?”
“This was just when she came in. She was phoning somebody who hurt their wrist.”
“… if that works for you? But I have to tell you, I’ve got-”
“Who’s she talking to here?” Marcus asked.
Kelly shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t know who either of her callers were.”
“There were two callers?”
“Okay, you just missed it because you were talking so much,” she scolded him. “She gets another call, so she says goodbye to the first person. I’ll move it back so you can hear it.”
“Why are you calling this… my cell’s off…”
“See, this is the other person,” Kelly said.
“Shh!”
He said it so harshly Kelly felt it like a slap. Marcus wasn’t smiling anymore.
“… something in return… mark us… down for-”
“Turn it off,” Marcus said.
“But there’s a little bit more,” Kelly said.
“Stop it. Stop it right now.”
Kelly thought it was funny that all of a sudden he didn’t want to see any more. He’d been so interested just seconds earlier.
Kelly shifted away from him on the wicker couch. Marcus stood up. He was brooding. She thought it was weird how fast grown-ups could go from a good mood to a bad one.
“Go find something to do,” he snapped.
“Fine,” she said. “I hope my dad comes soon.”
She went to the spare room she used when she stayed here and started taking what few clothes she had brought out of the drawer. She was especially glad to be getting out of here if Marcus was going to start acting all weird.
She had her bag packed in a couple of minutes, then took out her phone to delete the video. She was just about to do it when she decided to watch it again, since Marcus had kept her from watching it to the end.
Kelly got the earbuds she brought along for when she used the phone for music and plugged them in. And then she played the video.
She played it again.
And again.
She had no idea what had made Marcus angry, but she’d discovered something interesting that she had never noticed before.
She unplugged the earbuds and decided to go looking for him, even if he was being all cranky. Kelly found him pacing back and forth in the kitchen.
“You want to know something really weird?” she said.
“What?” he said. He still sounded grumpy.
Holding up the phone, Kelly said, “You know, in the video? It sounds like Emily’s mom is saying your name.”
FIFTY-SEVEN
First, I phoned Fiona’s house. After five rings, it went to message. “Fiona, call me,” I said. Then I tried her cell, which went to eight rings before the voicemail kicked in. “Fiona, it’s Glen. I tried the house and there was no answer. Call me as soon as you get this. My cell. Call my cell.”
And then I tried Kelly’s cell phone. She’d set hers to go to message after five rings. Which was exactly what it did.
“Hi! It’s Kelly! Leave a massage!” Her little joke.
“Kelly, it’s Daddy. Call my cell the second you get this, okay?”
I grabbed my truck keys. I swung open the front door.
“Mr. Garber! Mr. Garber!”
On the walkway leading up to the porch, a smartly dressed blonde woman brandishing a microphone, and alongside her, a cameraman. There was a news van parked across the end of the driveway.
“Mr. Garber, we’d like to talk to you!” the woman shouted. “Police are saying you brought down the man who shot and wounded two Milford police officers and we wondered if we could get-”
“Move that fucking van out of my way,” I said, moving past her and shoving the cameraman to one side.
“Hey, watch it, pal.”
“Please, Mr. Garber, if we could just-”
I got in my truck. Neither the reporter nor the cameraman was making a move toward the van, and I didn’t have time to wait. I turned on the engine and backed partway down the drive, then cut across the lawn, narrowly missing the tree and dropping over the curb with a thud.
Just before I put the truck into drive and sped off down the street, tires squealing, I noticed Joan Mueller standing in her living room window, watching all the commotion.
As the engine roared, I told myself it all made some kind of sense. Marcus had met Ann Slocum at the purse party at our house. And I knew Ann had caught his eye. If he’d started seeing her-
What if Ann had pulled the same stunt with Marcus that she had with George? Suppose she’d started seeing him and then threatened to let it slip to Fiona that he was being unfaithful to her? Told him she’d be happy to keep quiet if he paid her off?
What was it she’d said on the video? He paid and got something in return. Her silence. Marcus was evidently trying to cut some kind of new deal with her. A way to reduce the blackmail payments, maybe?
That was why he wanted to see her.
Ann had left the house that night to meet with Marcus.
I sped in the direction of the turnpike, running yellow lights, totally ignoring stop signs. I floored it when I hit the ramp onto the westbound 95. Darien was about a half-hour trip. I was hoping to trim about ten minutes off that if the traffic allowed it. The truck wasn’t exactly built for speed, but it could still do eighty or more if I pushed it.
I wondered why no one was answering their phones.
So Ann goes out to meet Marcus. They have some kind of argument down by the harbor. Ann ends up dead.
I felt it in my bones. Marcus Kingston had murdered Ann Slocum.
But did that also mean he’d had something to do with Sheila’s death? I’d come, over time, to believe the two
