“Are you saying Denise cheated on Adam at the party?” Maggie asked.
Kathy shook her head. “Well, technically, no. Denise was a free bird at that point. You see, we were at a concert earlier in the evening, and Denise and Adam had a big fight. Big fight.”
“What were they fighting about?”
“Denise was going into the service in a couple of days, so she told Adam they were over. She broke it off with him right there in front of everybody. He was mad about it. Seriously mad.”
27
“You again,” Denise said, seeing Stride on the doorstep at Andrea’s house. “If you’re looking for my sister, she’s not here.”
“Actually, I have a few more questions for you,” Stride replied. “I stopped by your place and found out you were here. It’s better if Andrea doesn’t hear this conversation, so it’s just as well that she’s out.”
“Interesting. Well, come on back. I imagine you know the way.”
She led him through the house that he knew too well. The strange thing was that he could hardly remember himself in this place, other than a few isolated moments like photographs. He could remember Andrea. He could remember the house itself. He knew he’d lived here for three years, getting up every morning, eating, reading books, going to sleep in bed next to his wife, but he had no actual memories of doing any of those things. His time here had left no footprints.
Denise sat at the kitchen table with a beer in front of her. Before sitting down, he looked around the room, still trying to remember any moment or conversation with his ex-wife that had lingered in his head. Any image of himself with her that was meaningful enough to remember. But he had nothing. He went over to the suncatchers on the window and traced the outline of one with his fingers.
“They’re lovely, aren’t they?” Denise said.
“They are.”
“Andrea tells me they come from a secret admirer. She doesn’t know who.”
He looked at her. “What?”
“She says they arrive anonymously. I told her it’s a little strange.”
“That is strange,” Stride agreed.
“Well, she says it’s probably a former student. I get the feeling she sort of likes the mystery of it.”
Stride sat down at the table. “I want to talk about the night when Andrea was assaulted.”
Denise swigged her bottle of beer. “I’ve told you everything I remember.”
“Actually, you left something out,” Stride said.
“Oh? What?”
“Adam Halka.”
Denise stopped with the bottle at her lips. She put it back down on the table. “Ah. Adam.”
“One of my police colleagues talked to a friend of yours from back then. She said you and Adam were an item.”
“Oh, more than an item,” Denise acknowledged. “Adam and I started dating when I was a sophomore in high school. He was my first... well, my first everything. First boyfriend, first lover. I assume I was his, too. You never know with guys, but I don’t remember him being very experienced. When you’re that age, you throw the word love around pretty easily, but Adam and I thought we were in love. We were joined at the hip throughout high school. After graduation, we got engaged. I went to college, and Adam didn’t, but my plan was to marry him after I got my degree. Ah well, best-laid plans. Over the next couple of years, I came to the conclusion that I didn’t like school, didn’t like Duluth, didn’t like my parents, and didn’t like Adam.”
“Any particular reason?”
Denise shrugged. “When you’re twenty, do you need a reason?”
“I suppose not.”
“Why do you care about Adam?” she asked.
“Because I hear you broke up with him on the night that Andrea was assaulted,” Stride said.
Denise pushed the bottle around the table with her thumb. “Yeah, I think that’s right. I guess it was the same night. So?”
“So that detail was worth mentioning,” Stride replied. “He wasn’t on your list of people we should talk to, but if anyone is likely to remember that particular night, it’s Adam Halka. That was the night his fiancée dumped him. People don’t forget things like that.”
“We were kids. I doubt he’s still pining for me.”
“When did you last talk to him?”
“Adam? I don’t know. It’s been ages. I’ve been in the Air Force or in Miami for most of my life. Whenever I came back home for a visit, it’s not like I made it a priority to look up my old boyfriend. I think I bumped into him when I came back for my twentieth reunion at Denfeld, but that was already more than a decade ago. I don’t think we exchanged more than two words. Neither one of us was feeling nostalgic.”
“Did you talk to him seven years ago when Andrea made the accusations against Devin Card?”
“No. Why would I? Andrea was keeping it a secret.”
Stride nodded. “Tell me what happened with Adam that night.”
“There’s not much to tell. A whole bunch of us went to a concert. I broke up with Adam while we were there. I’m not proud of how I did it. I knew I was going to end it with him, because I was heading off to the service in a few days. But I figured I’d do it when we were alone. I didn’t really plan to do it in front of all our friends. It just worked out that way. He started pressuring me about long-distance and saying why not get married before I left, and finally, I just dropped the bomb. I said it was over. I gave him the ring back. I think I may have said something about him putting it back in the Cracker Jack box where he found it. I was a real peach back then, I’ll tell you.”
“How did Adam react?” Stride asked.
“How do you think? Not well.”
“What did he do?”
“He stormed off. I don’t know where he went. He didn’t come back to our seats.”
“Did you see him again that night? Did he go on the party crawl?”
“I remember seeing him a couple of times, but we didn’t talk. He was pissed.”
“How pissed?”
“Furious. I can’t blame him. I was a bitch.”
Stride leaned across the table. “So the party where you ‘put on a show’ with Peter Stanhope. Was Adam there to see it?”
Her face darkened. “I don’t remember.”
“Denise,” he murmured, because he could hear the lie in her voice.
She drank more beer, and then she got up from the table, obviously upset with herself. “Okay. Yeah. He was there. Why the hell do you think I was willing to do it, Stride? It wasn’t just for the money. I wanted to shove it in Adam’s face that I was done with him. I wanted to humiliate him. I told you, I was a bitch. I was also drunk and probably stoned.”
“So the man you just dumped watched you have sex with another man in front of all your friends?”
“That’s right,” Denise snapped.
“Was Andrea there? Did she see it, too?”
Her chin sank into her neck. “Yeah, she did. I didn’t know that. She just told me about it. Apparently, that’s why she started hooking up with Devin, if you want the truth. She was jealous of me. She wanted to be just like her big sister. Like I’m such a great role model.”
“What about Adam?” Stride asked.
“What about him?”
“Did he know Andrea?”
“Of course, he did.”
“Did he see her at the party?”
Denise shrugged. “I have no idea. You’d have to ask him. Why, do you think Adam is the one who saw Devin assaulting her?”
“No, that’s not what I’m thinking,” Stride said.
“Then what—” Denise began, but she stopped in midsentence. Her lower lip quivered as she understood Stride’s implication. Her eyes widened with a look of horror. “Shit. Oh, no, that can’t be. Not Adam.”