Tina always stayed at the Windsong Inn, only ten minutes from the prison. It was a sterile little motel room with cardboard-thin walls and a lamp that was bolted to the nightstand. She could have afforded better accommodations, of course, if there had been better. Despite the jittery and excited feelings the kind that come with a first date-that came with seeing Dylan, she knew it wasn't a real romance. She also knew her visits were not to a resort town. The prison town was stark, lonely, and bitter.
Tina arrived in town Friday night, so she'd be dressed and ready at the prison by 8:00 A.M. Saturday. It took about an hour to get through the examination process to ensure she wasn't smuggling anything in. By 9:15, her heart would stop when she first saw him line up in the visitation room. His dark eyes sparked with recognition. Even in the drab attire of an inmate's daily wear-a T-shirt and jeans he was godlike. If the clothes just hung on the SOBs that other women were there to see, they clung to his ripped body like a second skin. If he hadn't been a prisoner, a convicted murderer, no less, Dylan Walker could have been a male model or film star. He sauntered to the table, a big white-toothed smile set off by dimples chiseled into that unequivocally handsome face.
They'd kiss and sit down. Quick and passionate. The second kiss would have to wait until the conclusion of a "date" Tina never wanted to end.
"I hate that we can only be together twice a month," she said on more than one occasion.
He leaned as close as the guards would allow. "I feel the same way."
And so each visit went. Tina promised to stand by Dylan. He said she was the only one who understood what he was going through. They talked about each other's lives. Friends, family-all of the things that held any real importance. In some ways Dylan Walker was the perfect man. He could charm. He was gorgeous. He made her laugh. Best of all, she didn't have to live with him.
The only downside, she thought, was that part about him being suspected of being a serial killer. So harsh. So wrong!
The salmon was perfect, just as Olga had promised. But Emily Kenyon only picked at it as Tina Esposito went on with her story of unrequited prison love. The combination of a woman in love with a creep-handsome as he was made the detective's skin crawl.
"How long did you keep it up? Visiting him?" Emily asked.
Tina swallowed and dabbed her mouth. "Too long. I think I saw him for about a year and half. And that's when Bonnie came into this."
"I thought she came to the trial."
"She did. She came a few times, only because I didn't want to go alone. I think I was starstruck or something and wanted someone to blather to about Dylan."
She finished her second martini and it was clear as she looked about the darkened restaurant that Tina Winston Esposito was contemplating a third.
"What happened with Bonnie?"
"I really can't blame her. Not exactly. I told her to write to him. She was lonely and he liked getting mail. So she did. I had no idea that it would turn out the way it did. I was in love with him and I trusted her. I know that it is crazy," she said, her voice rising a little, "but I'm still mad at her. Ultimately she did me a favor, I guess. But my blood still boils when I think about how I found out"
"What? What happened?"
"I'm going to have one more drink. Then, as the kids say, I'm going to rock your world."
"I'm ready to be rocked," Emily said. "And I think I'll have what you're having, too"
Tina plucked the olive off her toothpick and smiled.
The display on the dessert cart at Embers Restaurant was to die for, but Emily Kenyon stopped doing dessert when she turned thirty-five and knew her cheesecake days were out the door along with low-rise jeans and tummy-baring tops. Tina Esposito, however, ordered a Grand Marnier-infused chocolate torte. Considering all the slender woman had consumed during the meal, it did cross through Emily's mind that she was not only the ex-squeeze of a serial killer, she was likely bulimic, too.
Emily looked at her watch. They'd been talking-or rather Tina had been talking-for more than an hour and fifteen minutes. And they weren't getting very far.
Have to wrap this up, Emily thought. Jenna's out there with Nick. The police are probably looking for Shali's car by now
"What happened with Bonnie?" Emily finally prodded.
"Oh that bitch," Tina said, swaying tipsily. "She doublecrossed me. She took away my boyfriend."
"But your boyfriend was a sociopath," Emily said, amused by the absurdity of their conversation.
Tina tilted her head and slurred, "Touche. But isn't every successful man just a little bit sociopathic?"
Emily didn't say so, but she almost agreed. The concept fit David. It fit that jerk Cary McConnell. Most of the men that had come in and out of her life were more sociopathic than altruistic. Tina took a forkful of the dark chocolate ganache and twisted it upside down in her mouth. She closed her eyes, savoring the dessert or remembering a moment with Dylan Walker. Emily wasn't sure.
"I guess it is my fault, too," Tina said quietly when she came up for air and swallowed. "I introduced them"
As the torte disappeared, Emily listened as Tina spun a tale of being jilted by Dylan Walker. He'd convinced Tina that he cared about her friends and family and wanted to meet them.
"Family was out, of course," Tina said. "You don't think I was completely out of my mind." She stopped and thought better of her remark. "Don't answer that"
"I didn't say anything," Emily said, playing along.
"Okay, so I told him all about Bonnie. She was sweet. Single. Lonely. How she could use a friend. He soaked it all up. Made notes about her, for all I know. Anyway, the next thing I knew she was coming to the prison on my Saturdays" She looked through her purse, Emily assuming that she was getting her credit card to pay the check. Instead she pulled out an envelope.
"You can have this," she said, handing it to Emily. "I don't even know why I saved it."
Emily noticed that Tina's eyes had watered. Was she going to cry? Jesus, tell me that I'm not this pathetic when it comes to men. To David. To Cary.
The return address was the prison, in care of Dylan Walker.
Dear Tina,
This is so hard for me to write. But I'm in an impossible position here. I've fallen deeply in love with someone else. Please don't hate me. Please don't think our time together was without deep meaning. In many ways, I owe you the very fact that my heart is whole enough to love another. Moreover I owe a debt of gratitude that can never be repaid. You have brought me the woman of my dreams. Thank you, dear Tina. Thank you for my Bonnie.
Love,
Dylan
Emily folded the letter and slid it back into the frayed envelope.
"What did Bonnie say about this?"
Tina sighed and shook her head. "Nothing. Not a peep. I called her. You bet I did. I even went over to have it out with her. It was so silly. Fighting over Dylan Walker? So idiotic. But Bonnie and I never really talked again. When the Angel's Nest thing made the news a few years later, I called her, you know, to give some support. But she acted like she'd never heard of me. She treated me like some crank caller. Later the prosecution came to me about Dylan and Bonnie and her being mixed up with him. I was married then. I said I didn't know who either of them were" She took another deep breath and smiled. "That felt so good."
"I can imagine. What were they getting at?"
"I don't have a clue. As I said, I never saw her again after Dash I mean Dylan, dumped me"
"What became of her?" Emily asked.
"I ran into her cousin or something at Westlake Center one day and she said Bonnie had fallen on hard times. She was working as a janitor, I think." She thought for a moment, and her face brightened once more. "Yes, that's right. A janitor for the Seattle School District."