Sara chewed her bottom lip, trying to think of a response. She asked, 'What made Jenny do that to herself?'
'Carson and Rory were making fun of her when we went skiing, like she would go with them, and she wouldn't.'
'Go with them, meaning sex?'
She nodded. 'She said she wouldn't, that they weren't clean, and they got mad at her and called her a whore, and she didn't know why, but when Cooper told her that she had before, this time she went over to their house with Mark.' She shrugged. 'Mark put something in her drink to make her act funny and not remember.'
'Do you know what it was?'
'Something that makes you feel really bad the next day,' Lacey answered. 'She got sick to her stomach and had to stay home from school for two days, and Dottie said she had the flu.'
Rohypnol, Sara thought. The date rape drug.
Lacey continued, 'She did what she did, you know. Mark says that drugs just make you do the things you want to do anyway.'
'That's not true,' Sara told her. 'Especially with the drug he probably gave her.'
Lacey shrugged as if it didn't matter. 'She liked Cooper Barrett anyway.'
'Was he on the ski retreat?' Sara asked.
'Him and Rory and Carson,' she said. 'They slipped notes under the door at the hotel, and when we got up one morning, there was a sign over the room number that said some mean things.' She looked up at Sara. 'I guess they were the ones who stole stuff out of her locker at school.'
'What kinds of stuff?'
'Pictures and things. They tore them up, so she had to stop keeping stuff in there except for books.'
'I guess that upset her a lot.'
Lacey shrugged, but Sara could tell it had bothered her.
'Why did Mark do that to her, do you think?' Sara asked. 'Did Dottie ask him to take her to the party?'
Lacey nodded, and Sara put her hand to her stomach, thinking about Mark pimping out Jenny Weaver to recruit more kids for Dottie.
'Jenny was upset about them bothering her,' Lacey said.
'And Dottie told Jenny just to go with them again and that would make them stop, but Jenny didn't want to. She said she wanted to be pure.'
'So, that's what made her cut herself between the legs?' Sara asked.
Lacey said, 'She started it, but Dottie had to finish it.'
Lacey returned to the scab, and Sara watched as she picked it until it started to bleed.
Sara took a tissue out of her pocket and dabbed the blood off the girl's leg. She asked, 'Did you ever see what Dottie did to Jenny that night?'
Again, she shook her head. 'I wasn't allowed to talk to her anymore.'
'Why?'
'Because Mama told me not to,' she said, looking back down at the scab as she picked it. 'Mama told me if I talked to Jenny, then she would let Dottie do me the same way.' She indicated her lap. 'Down there.'
'Was your mother mad at Jenny, too?'
With her head down, Lacey's voice was muffled. Sara had to strain to hear her say, 'Mama said Mark had been with Jenny, and that wasn't right. It made Jenny crazy, and that's why she did that to herself.' She paused. 'Children should only be with adults, because adults know what they're doing, and kids don't.'
'Are you sure your daddy didn't know about this?'
She shook her head again, her lips pressed together in a straight line. 'He would've killed Mark.'
'Don't you think he would have been mad at your mother, too?' Sara decided to push her a little further. 'Don't you think he would have been upset that your mother was pregnant?'
Lacey's head jerked up. 'How did you know?'
'I know a lot of things,' Sara told the girl.
'It was Mark's fault she got pregnant,' Lacey said, and again, Sara was struck by the practiced tone. Obviously, this was something the child had been taught. 'Mama told Daddy she couldn't be with him when she got sick again. That's how she knew it was Mark's.'
Again, Sara took a deep breath. She doubted very seriously whether or not they would ever know who the real father of that baby was.
'Last Saturday,' Sara began. 'What happened?'
'Mama went up to Skatie's to find Mark, and she got sick.'
'Sick how?' Sara asked.
Lacey looked back down at her leg. 'She drove us up there, looking for Mark, and she got real sick and had to go to the bathroom.'
Sara tried to remember how tall Grace Patterson was. She was a small woman, and Tessa could have easily mistaken her for a teenage girl.
Sara asked, 'Did you go with her into the bathroom?'
Lacey nodded.
'And then did Jenny come?'
'She saw us go in.'
'What happened then?'
Lacey gave a long sigh. 'The baby came out from between her legs, and there was a lot of blood…' She paused, still not looking up at Sara. 'Mama said it was sick from the cancer medicine she took, and they had to take care of it.'
Sara swallowed hard.
'She told me to go wait in the car while she and Jenny took care of it.'
'Why did she make Jenny stay?'
'To punish her. It was Jenny's fault all of this happened. If she hadn't been with Mark to begin with, then Mama wouldn't have had to do what she did.'
Sara leaned her head against the door, trying to think of something to say. She was amazed at the power Grace Patterson and Dottie Weaver had over these children. That Sara had been in their presence and not noticed how horrible they were was something for which she would never forgive herself.
Lacey made sure she had Sara's attention, then told her, 'Mama told Jenny if she didn't stay and help, then she'd tell you what Jenny had been doing.'
'Me?' Sara asked, unable to hide her shock.
'Jenny wanted to be a doctor for kids like you are,' the girl said. 'She didn't think you'd help her if you knew she was having sex with all those people.' The practiced tone came back to her voice as she said, ' 'If you don't do this, I'm gonna tell Dr. Linton what a whore you are.''
Sara felt horrified her name had been used to threaten a child. 'That's
