were related.
Was it possible Marcus had somehow staged the accident that claimed Sheila’s life? Gotten her drunk? Put her car on that ramp and waited for someone to hit it?
If he did, why? Did Sheila know he’d been having some kind of affair with Ann? Had Sheila threatened to tell her mother? And Marcus killed her to keep her quiet?
I had no fucking idea.
All I knew for sure was, my daughter was staying in the same house with Marcus. A man I now believed was capable of something very terrible.
I tried Fiona’s house again. Still no answer. Same for her cell phone and Kelly’s. When did that ever happen? That no one would be answering their phones?
There were other people I needed to call, but I didn’t know their numbers, and I was driving so fast I couldn’t safely spend time on the phone trying to get them.
I hit one of my presets randomly. And, after several rings, got Sally’s message.
“You’ve reached Sally Diehl. I can’t take your call right now but please leave a message.”
“Sally, damn it, it’s Glen and if you’re there pick up! Kelly’s in trouble and-”
A click, and then, “Glen?”
“Sally, I need help.”
“Tell me.”
“I can’t explain it all now, but I think Marcus may have killed Ann Slocum. Maybe even Sheila.”
“Jesus, Glen, what are you talking-”
“Just listen! Take down this address. Fifty-two-”
“Wait, wait, I have to get a pencil. Okay, shoot.”
I rhymed off Fiona’s address in Darien. “Kelly’s there, unless she’s out someplace with Fiona or Marcus. You have to call Detective Rona Wedmore.”
“Hang on. Rona… Wedmore.”
“She was in Milford Hospital today, but she should be out now. Call the main police line, tell them you have to talk to her. And if you can’t get her, talk to somebody, tell them to get in touch with the police in Darien and get someone to that address.”
I glanced down at the speedometer. I was almost at ninety. The truck was shaking and rattling and felt as though it was starting to float.
“Have you got it?” I asked.
“Yeah, but Glen, this sounds-”
“Do it!”
I ended the call, just in time to avoid rear-ending a tractor-trailer. I swerved around it, felt the back end of the pickup fishtail slightly, and kept my foot pressed to the floor.
FIFTY-EIGHT
“Let’s have a look at that,” Marcus said, taking the phone from Kelly.
He played the video from beginning to end.
“Did you hear it?” Kelly asked. “She says, like, ‘Marcus I’d down with it’ or whatever. Did you catch that?”
“Yes,” he said. “I think I did.”
The house phone rang. When Marcus made no move to answer it, Kelly said, “Do you want me to get that?”
“No, just let it ring. They’ll leave a message if it’s important.”
Seconds later, Fiona’s cell on the front hall table began to make a racket.
“What about that?” Kelly asked.
“Don’t worry about it,” Marcus said, still holding on to Kelly’s phone. When it went off in his hand, Kelly became alarmed.
“That’s mine!” she said. “I have to answer it.”
Marcus raised the phone up next to his head. “Not right now you don’t. We’re talking.”
“Can I see who it is?”
Marcus shook his head. “You can check it later.”
“That’s not fair,” Kelly protested. “That’s my phone.”
Once it had stopped ringing, Marcus slid the phone into the front pocket of his pants. Kelly watched in amazement that he would do such a thing.
“Kelly,” Marcus said, “is that the very first time you’ve noticed that on the video?”
“Huh?” She still couldn’t get over the fact that her grandmother’s husband had stolen her phone from her. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Has anyone else ever noticed that?”
“I don’t think so. The only other person who’s ever even seen it is my dad. I emailed it to him.”
“So,” Marcus said. “Just the two of you.”
“Why were you talking to Emily’s mom that night?”
“Stop talking, please.”
“Give me my phone back.”
“In a minute, child. I need to think.”
“What do you have to think about?” she asked. “Please can you give it to me? I didn’t do anything wrong around here. I put away my things and I always do what you and Grandma tell me to do.”
“You know how we talked about taking a walk earlier? That might be fun to do now.”
Kelly didn’t like the look on Marcus’s face. He wasn’t even managing one of his fake smiles now. She wanted to go home. She wanted to go home right now. “Give me my phone so I can call my dad.”
“I’ll give you your phone when I’m ready to give you your phone,” he told her.
Abruptly, Kelly turned and walked out of the room, heading for the closest home phone. She picked up the receiver and started entering the numbers of her father’s cell.
Marcus snatched the receiver from her hand and slammed it down hard.
“No calls, you little bitch,” he said.
Kelly’s lip quivered. Fiona’s husband had never spoken to her this way before. Marcus grabbed her by the wrist and squeezed. “Shut up, just shut up.”
“You’re hurting me,” Kelly said. “Let go! Let go! ”
“Sit down here,” he said, forcing Kelly onto the couch by the coffee table. He stood right next to her, crowding her so that she could not get up. The girl whimpered.
“That’s getting on my nerves,” he told her. “If you don’t stop it, I’ll snap your neck.”
Kelly tried to stifle her cries, making funny noises in her throat. She ran her index finger under her nose, tried to wipe her tears from her cheeks.
For several minutes Marcus just stood there, muttering to himself. “Have to do something,” he said. Suddenly, he reached down and grabbed the girl by the wrist. “A walk. We’re going to go for a walk.”
“I don’t want to,” Kelly protested.
“It’ll be fun. It’s good to get outside.”
“No!” Kelly shouted. “I don’t want to!”
At that moment, the front door opened and Fiona stepped in. “I can’t believe I left here without my-”
It was quite a sight that greeted her. Marcus, red and shaking, holding on to Kelly. The child crying, her eyes wide with fear.
“Grandma!” she shouted, straining to get free, but Marcus would not let go.
“What’s going on?” Fiona demanded. “Marcus, let go of that child.”
But he did not. Kelly continued to cry.
“Marcus!” she shouted. “I told you to-”
