“What else?” she asked. There was always something else.
He pulled a plastic evidence bag out of his pocket. Now that it was close up, Lena wondered how she’d ever thought it was real-the thick, dull blade, the fake leather handle. The letter opener.
He tossed the bag onto her lap. “Get rid of it.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
SARA SAT AT THE DINING ROOM TABLE THUMBING THROUGH A magazine while her sister and mother played cards. Her cousin Hareton had joined them half an hour ago, dropping by without a phone call as usual. Hare was two years older than Sara. They had always competed in everything, which was why he had made her go out into the pouring rain to look at his brand-new BMW 750Li. How he could afford such a luxurious car on a rural doctor’s salary was beyond her, but Sara had made the appropriate noises because she didn’t have the strength to do otherwise.
She loved her cousin, but sometimes it seemed as if his goal in life was to get on her nerves. He made fun of her height. He called her “Red” just to annoy her. The worst part was that everyone thought he was charming. Even her own mother thought he walked on water-a particularly sore point considering Cathy did not extend this rose-colored view to her own children. The biggest problem Sara had with Hare was that he never came across a situation he couldn’t make light of, which could be a heavy burden to those around him.
Sara finished her magazine and started over from the beginning, wondering why none of the pages looked familiar. She was too distracted to read and too smart to try to have a conversation with anyone at the table. Especially Hare, who seemed determined to catch her eye.
Finally, she asked, “What?”
He slapped a card down on the table. “How’s the weather up there, Red?”
Sara gave him the same look she’d given him thirty years ago when he’d first asked her that question. “Balmy.”
He put down another card. Tessa and Cathy groaned. “You’re on vacation, Red. What’s the problem?”
Sara closed the magazine, fighting the desire to tell him that she was sorry she wasn’t more upbeat, but that she couldn’t quite get the image out of her mind of Tommy Braham lying dead on the jailhouse floor. A quick glance at her mother told Sara that Cathy knew exactly what she was thinking.
“I’m expecting someone,” she finally confessed. “Will Trent. He’s an agent with the GBI.”
Cathy’s eyes narrowed. “What’s a GBI agent doing here?”
“He’s investigating the murder at the lake.”
“And the death at the police station.” Cathy spoke pointedly. “Why is he coming to the house?”
“He missed supper. I thought you could-”
“Am I responsible for feeding strangers now?”
Tessa, as usual, didn’t help matters. “You’re gonna be responsible for putting him up for the night, too.” She told Sara, “The hotel’s closed for remodeling. Unless he wants to drive forty-five minutes into Cooperstown, you’d better go straighten up the apartment over the garage.”
Sara held back the curse that came to her lips. Hare was leaning forward, chin resting in his hands, as if he was watching a movie.
Cathy shuffled through the cards again. The noise was made louder by the tension. “How does this man know you?”
“Police officers are always at the hospital.” Not technically a lie, but close enough.
“What’s going on here, Sara?”
She shrugged, the gesture feeling so fake that she had trouble letting her shoulders drop back down. “It’s complicated.”
“Complicated?” Cathy echoed. “That sure did happen fast.” She slapped the cards down on the table as she stood up. “I guess I’ll go tell your father to put some pants on.”
Tessa waited until their mother had left. “You might as well tell her, Sissy. She’ll get it out of you somehow.”
“It’s none of her business.”
Tessa gave a shocked bark of laughter. Everything was their mother’s business.
Hare picked up the cards. “Come on, Red. Aren’t you taking this a little too seriously? This is probably the most exciting thing that’s happened to Brad Stephens in his entire life. The guy still lives with his mother.”
“That’s not funny, Hare. Two people are dead.”
“A retard and a college student. The town mourns.”
Sara bit her tongue so that she wouldn’t cut him in two.
Hare sighed as he shuffled the cards between his hands. “All right. The thing about the girl in the lake was a cheap shot, but Tommy’s fair game. People don’t just up and kill themselves for no reason. He felt guilty for killing the girl. That’s why he stabbed Brad. End of story.”
“You sound like a cop.”
“Well…” He put his hand to his chest. “You know I did dress up as one for Halloween.” He turned to Tessa. “Remember the thong?”
“That was my birthday party, not Halloween,” Tessa reminded him. She asked Sara, “Why did you go to the jail in the first place?”
“Tommy needed…” She didn’t bother to finish the sentence. “I don’t know why I went down there.” She stood from the table. “I’m sorry. All right? I’m sorry I went to the station. I’m sorry for bringing this home. I’m sorry Mama’s mad at me. I’m sorry I came here in the first place.”
Tessa began, “Sissy-” but Sara left before she could say more.
Tears filled her eyes for the umpteenth time that day as she went down the hall and stood at the front door. She should go upstairs and talk to her mother. At the very least, Sara could try to come up with an explanation that would stop Cathy from worrying. Of course, Cathy would see right through any explanation Sara could come up with, because they both knew the truth: Sara was trying to get Lena in trouble. Her mother would take no joy in telling Sara that she might as well go outside and howl at the rain. She would be right-at least partially. Lena was good at lying, cheating, and doing whatever else it took to keep herself out of trouble. Sara was no match for the woman because she lacked the basic deviousness with which Lena approached every situation in her life.
And what about the dead girl? Sara was as bad as Hare. She had completely ignored Allison Spooner, treating her death as yet another springboard for attacking Lena. People around town who knew Allison were starting to talk. Tessa had been on the phone most of the afternoon and had the whole story for Sara by the time she got back from downtown. Allison was petite and cheery, the sort of girl with good country manners and a bright smile for strangers. She had worked at the diner during lunch and over the weekends. She must have a family somewhere, a mother and father who had just gotten the worst news a parent could ever hear. Surely they were on their way to Grant County right now, heavy hearts sinking further with every mile.
There were footsteps on the stairs behind her-Cathy, judging by the light tread. Sara heard her mother pause on the landing, then head toward the kitchen.
Sara let out a breath of air she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
“Sweetpea?” Eddie called from upstairs. He was listening to his old records, something he did when he was feeling melancholy.
“I’m all right, Daddy.” She waited for the squeaking floorboards to signal he was going back to his room. They took an awful long time.
She closed her eyes again. Her father put on some Bruce Springsteen, the needle skipping on the vinyl record as he found the right place. She could hear her mother moving around the kitchen. Plates and pans banged. Hare said something that must have been funny, because Tessa’s laugh rang through the house.
Sara stared out at the street, rubbing her arms to fight the chill that had come over her. This was silly, she knew, to stand at the door waiting for a man who might not even come. As much as Sara did not want to admit it, she wanted more than information from Will. He was from her Atlanta life. He was a reminder that there was something else waiting for her.