Sucking in a breath, he tapped the touchpad and moved on to the next photo:

— A closer view of the two women, the one in the suit clearly identifiable as Jenny, the other with her back to the camera, hood covering her head.

Was it Ronnie?

Could it actually be Ronnie?

Hutch's stomach rolled as he thought about her attempts to manipulate him, the bruise on her mother's head, her dead ex-husband, the attempt to flee the country…

Were these signs of guilt after all?

Was this the surprise Gus had promised?

Hutch's heart wouldn't stop pounding. He looked at Jenny's face, at those eyes, his gut aching in a whole new way.

His finger hovered over the touchpad… then he tapped it again:

— A wider shot of the two women. Jenny on the ground now, arms thrashing, the other woman crouching over her, a blade flashing in her hand. Blood everywhere.

Hutch swallowed, suddenly sick to his stomach.

Gus had watched a woman die-the woman Hutch had loved-and had done nothing to stop it. And now that Hutch had come this far, he almost wished he hadn't. Wasn't sure he wanted to see what came next.

Maybe he didn't want to know who the woman in the hoodie was.

Maybe the truth would turn out to be inconvenient.

Maybe he had invested too much time and money and a good part of his soul into a lie.

Pushing past his trepidation, he let his finger hover again, then finally tapped the touchpad, bringing the next photograph into view:

— A close-up of the killer crouching over Jenny's body, a bloodied broken scissor blade in hand, her face turned toward Gus's camera, unaware of his presence, and clearly visible in the streetlight.

And Gus had been right. Hutch was surprised by what he saw, the phrase Dysfunction Junction once again springing to the front of his mind.

But he also felt such a feeling of relief that he could barely contain himself. Because it wasn't Ronnie in the photograph.

It was Lola.

Lola Baldacci.

She had killed Jenny. She had set her own daughter up- the phone calls, the dog hairs, the bloody sweatshirt, the broken scissors.

Hutch stood there, trembling, trying to wrap his head around this revelation, trying to figure out why Lola would do something so heinous to her own flesh and blood…

And for the second time that night, he heard Ronnie scream.

— 63 -

The tabloids had a field day. Called her Looney Lola, the doting grandmother who wielded a deadly knife in the dark of night.

Or something along those lines.

In the aftermath of it all, Hutch didn't care what the vultures had to say. His only concern was Ronnie, who, for the second time in her life, had walked into a room to find that someone she loved had taken-as Ronnie herself put it-the express route to heaven.

Or maybe hell in this case.

Dysfunction Junction.

When she and Andy first stepped into Lola's house, Ronnie had been nervous, their confrontation still weighing on her mind. She hadn't meant to hurt her mother. Lola had stumbled as Ronnie wrenched Christopher away from her and had hit her head on a low-hanging lamp. The last time Ronnie had seen her, she was sitting on the sofa holding her forehead with her hand.

So Ronnie had no idea what she was walking into. She had seen a light in the kitchen, and thinking Lola must be awake, had handed Christopher over to Andy. Then she took a deep breath and crossed through the living room, surprised her mother hadn't heard them come in.

As she called out, however, she got no response, hearing only an odd thrashing sound, as if someone were tossing and turning in bed.

'Mom?' she called again, but still got no answer.

She stopped when she stepped through the doorway. Found Lola hanging by a short rope from the light fixture, her face blue, her eyes bulging, her body still swinging.

Ronnie screamed, shot forward, grabbed a kitchen knife and cut her mother down, shouting for Andy to keep Christopher out of there!

Keep him out!

But it was too late for Lola. She was beyond help. Had died right there on the floor. Died in her daughter's arms.

And the note they found on the kitchen table read:

You left me no choice

— 64 -

'I don't get it,' Monica said. 'Why would Ronnie's mother do that to her? Why would she set her up like that?'

They were all sitting at their usual table at The Monkey House, Ronnie conspicuously absent, Hutch once again back to his root beer regimen, now two weeks sober after resetting the clock.

'She wanted Christopher all to herself,' Matt said. He had brought along a friend-a desk clerk he'd met at the Dumont Hotel, who seemed very much enamored with him. 'She had always blamed Ronnie for the death of her own son, and I guess she figured this was her way of getting him back and getting rid of the 'rotten' one at the same time.'

Tom shook his head sadly. 'In a way the cops weren't too far off. It turned out to be a custody case after all, and Jenny had the misfortune to get in the middle of it.'

Matt nodded. 'When Ronnie complained to her mom that Jenny's firm was representing her ex-husband, Mom must've seen it as an opportunity.'

'Looney Lola indeed,' Andy said.

'But what about Ronnie's ex?' Monica asked. 'Was that Lola, too?'

Matt nodded again. 'That seems pretty likely. The cops found search records on the computer in her bedroom related to murder for hire, so they're thinking she must have arranged a hit. And if Ronnie was convicted, Lola would be free and clear to take custody of the kid. They'll know more when they find a shooter.'

'If they ever do,' Hutch said.

Nadine, who had decided to join them at their invitation despite her lingering feelings of guilt and humiliation, studied her rum and Coke morosely. 'I don't know about you guys, but I've certainly learned a lesson from all of this.'

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