Cutting Edge

“You could have told me. Maybe if I’d gone to him when I was nine, I could have had a father. You took that away from me. My mother, and my father.”

Nora felt gut-punched. “I did not. Lorraine doesn’t know who your father is.”

“His name is on my birth certificate!”

“She lied! She met Randall Teagan at a rally two years before you were conceived! She never had sex with him. When you were born, she picked his name because she thought it sounded good with ‘Quin.’”

“No. That’s not what happened!”

Quin was calling her the liar? She’d lived through it. She’d lived with the guilt of her mother’s deceit. “Let’s see, when she was pregnant, she went to a bunch of guys and got abortion money. She didn’t have the abortion, but it kept us fed for a long time, whatever she didn’t spend on her political causes. Then after you were born, for nearly two years, she went to every guy she remembered having sex with, roughly figured out when, told them you were whatever age fit, and blackmailed them into paying her money so she didn’t tell their wife or girlfriend or go after them for child support. We had more money during that time than all the years I remembered combined. Until one of the guys wanted to share custody. He’d become a born-again Christian and wanted to be responsible and take care of you and make sure you went to college. He offered to marry her and adopt me. And you know what? Even though I knew she was lying through her teeth, I wanted him to take us in. He had a house and a good job-”

Tears streamed down Quin’s face. “Why are you doing this to me?”

Nora felt like shit. She’d never meant to tell Quin any of this. It had been her cross to bear, something she’d promised she’d protect Quin from. And in anger, she’d now thrown it at her, her words sharp as knives.

“I never wanted you to know. I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. Please believe me.” Nora put her hands on Quin’s shoulders, but her sister shrugged them off and took a step back.

“You made a lot of sacrifices for me, but you didn’t have to. Mom made mistakes. She admits it. But you took me away from her, away from my mother. I didn’t have a father, I didn’t have grandparents or aunts and uncles or cousins, I had you and I had her. And you never let me see her. After I saw her in prison, I knew I needed to leave you. I needed to figure out who I was and what I thought for myself. Because I didn’t know anything anymore. I came to Sacramento for college, and you followed me.”

Nora shook her head. “It was two years later-”

“When I told you I was moving back to L.A. after I graduated, you said you could transfer. Why?”

“You’re my family.”

“I stayed because I got that great job with fire inspection. Found out afterward that you got it for me.”

“I didn’t. I gave you a recommendation. You knew that.”

“Right. FBI Special Agent Nora English,” she mimicked sarcastically.

“It was just a letter of recommendation!”

“You didn’t mention you were my sister.”

“I don’t know what that has to do with anything.” Nora’s head was spinning. The entire conversation had gotten out of control.

“It has to do with you trying to control my life. From the minute you put Mom in prison.”

From the minute you put Mom in prison? “Lorraine is the one who broke the law, not me. She committed hundreds of crimes before she got caught.”

“Why do you call her Lorraine?”

“Because she told me not to call her ‘Mom.’”

“She said it was because you refused to.”

That was the last straw. “I’m telling you the truth. I don’t care if you believe me, but Lorraine has fed you a crock of shit. Hell, she probably believes it! Maggie O’Dell, the woman you call your sister, is a murderer. She’s killed six people. Six. Starting with Jonah Payne. She tortured him and killed him because he had slighted her father in some way. She poisoned three college students with jimsonweed. They are dead. She killed Professor Cole by injecting him with heparin and cutting his arms and chest so he slowly bled to death. The woman is seriously disturbed. She’s going to be caught. I want to catch her before she claims another victim. Before she comes after me, or you.”

Quin stared at her with wide, disbelieving eyes. Her mouth opened and closed. “Wh-why do you think Maggie is involved? It’s not like her. I don’t believe it.”

“I can show you all the evidence and lay it out for you like I would the U.S. attorney before an indictment. Or you can believe me.”

Quin turned away.

Nora’s heart broke. That Quin doubted her sliced her to the bone. She said quietly, “Maggie attended Rose College for three semesters. Her roommate was Anya Ballard, who we believe was one of four arsonists in the fires you investigated. We have evidence from her room, and a journal we’ve proven is her writing. Based on our investigation so far, Maggie recently returned to Roseville and joined Anya and two young men in the arson fire of Butcher-Payne. We have a witness who identified her boyfriend Scott Edwards’s truck parked at Jonah Payne’s Lake Tahoe residence. Dr. Coffey right now is comparing the truck bed liner with the marks found on Payne’s body. Not with Edwards’s truck-it’s been missing since he was murdered-but against a similar make and model.

“What tripped her up, however, is her thinking she was going to outsmart the police. She planted a suicide note with a poor attempt at copying Anya’s handwriting. Ironically, there were no prints on the iced tea jug that the poisoned tea came in. Whoever poured it wore gloves or wiped it clean. She or Scott Edwards slit the neck of her old high school friend Russell Larkin, who was the I.T. guy for Butcher-Payne. We’re not sure how, but they retrieved codes off Larkin’s computer that enabled them to get into Butcher-Payne without detection. I have agents in Paso Robles where Maggie grew up trying to locate her. I have an agent at the college interviewing students who knew her. I have another agent poring through property records, and Duke Rogan is reviewing all background information one more time in the hopes of finding out where she is hiding.”

Nora stopped, her heart racing. Quin still didn’t look at her. Nora felt like she’d irrevocably damaged her relationship with Quin. She ached for her sister, wished she could take back the harsh words, wished she could understand. Maybe she’d been wrong keeping Quin from Lorraine. All she’d wanted for her small family was stability.

“Quin-we’ve been friends now as well as sisters. Please. Look at me.”

Quin slowly turned. Her face was splotchy, her eyes red. “Leave me alone,” she whispered.

“I can’t. I fear for your safety.”

She laughed, the pitch high and fake. “Maggie? Even if you’re right, she would never hurt me.”

Nora didn’t believe that for a minute, but knew it would be fruitless trying to convince her now. “Do you know where she is?”

Quin shook her head. “I saw her in June. I didn’t know she was in Sacramento. If she’s still in Sacramento.”

Nora tried not to let her words sting. “If you hear from her, you need to let me know immediately. She’s dangerous.”

“I’ll take it under advisement.”

Quin walked out the door. Nora sank into the chair behind Duke’s desk and put her head in her hands. She had to believe that Quin would see reason when she calmed down. Quin wasn’t stupid, she was just hurt, upset, and confused.

Tears never came easily for Nora, but her eyes burned and she squeezed them shut. She knew better than to let the guilt in. If regretted, every decision, including those she made about Quin, would be threatening a flood of remorse. Quin, things she’d done as a child, her resentment of her mother-even turning state’s evidence, though the right decision, weighed down her heart. She’d protected Quin because it was all she had to cling to, Quin was all she had that kept her strong when too often she’d wanted to disappear.

She couldn’t lose Quin, but could she accept her sister’s relationship with Lorraine? How could she constantly battle the lies from Lorraine’s mouth? She didn’t want to defend herself and her decisions, right or wrong, for the rest of her life. She felt defeated and alone.

Duke entered his office after he saw Quin run out, obviously upset. Nora had her head on his desk, her shoulders slumped and quivering with tension and restrained emotion. He ached for her, wanting to wash away her