She sank to her knees, then onto all fours on the plush white carpet. She pounded the floor over and over with her fist, then rolled over onto her back, pulling her knees to her chest, hugging them. "God knew what he was doing, didn't he? He didn't want me to have another baby. Look what a fucking mess I made of the first one."
She saw Graeme kneeling over her. He had pasted an expression of concern on his face. It was false, like everything else in their life.
"Don't touch me. Don't you touch me! Don't pretend, all right? Don't pretend!"
"Emily, why don't you go upstairs? Take a pill. It will help you sleep. This has been a terrible day, and you're out of your head."
Emily lay on the carpet. She had run out of fire and anger. She had run out of everything. They had won, all of them. Tommy, Rachel, and now Graeme. She had fought them all for so long, but it wasn't worth the pain and misery.
She could almost see them standing over her.
Tommy, next to Graeme.
Rachel, in the doorway, a child again.
Graeme, still kneeling near her. "Take a pill," he repeated. It wasn't a dream. He really said it.
Emily smiled. He was right, of course, because Graeme was always right, always exactly balanced. It was time to go upstairs, and she knew he wouldn't follow her. It was time to sleep. Asleep, she could forget all of it. All of them. She pushed herself to her feet and brushed by Graeme. In her imagination, Tommy and Rachel still lingered there. She could hear the echoes of their laughter.
"Okay," she said. "You win."
Take a pill, she thought. That's what she would do.
15
"You must be cold," the bartender said, casting an eye over the bar at Maggie's bare legs.
Maggie's black leather skirt extended to midthigh, and when she sat down, she kept her legs glued shut to avoid giving the world a glimpse of her bright pink panties. Her red wool coat was draped over the barstool next to her. She wore a sleeveless burgundy silk blouse.
Yes, she was cold.
"What'll you have? Cup of hot tea?" the bartender asked, smiling.
Maggie smiled back and ordered a tall mug of tap beer.
When the bartender returned, he laid the beer in front of her. Ice clung to the side of the glass and floated inside. "What are you, a model or something?" he asked.
Maggie laughed. "That's a good line. I like that one. In fact, I'm a cop."
"Yeah, right."
Maggie reached over and flipped the flap of her red coat on the bar stool. Her shield, pinned inside, gleamed up at the bartender. He raised his arms, surrendering. "Okay, you win. Isn't there something about cops not drinking on duty?"
"Who said I was on duty?" Maggie asked.
In fact, she was still on duty, but she needed a drink.
Maggie sipped the beer slowly. It was Monday night, and the bar was half empty. All day long, she had suffered under the leering stares of teenage boys. And it all resulted in nothing. Nada. Zip. She didn't find a single boy who would admit that he or anyone else had ever fucked Rachel behind the infamous barn. Each one of them had plenty to say when Maggie was casually crossing and uncrossing her legs, but they clammed up tight at Rachel's name. No one wanted to paint a target on his chest for the police.
She noticed a nervous teenager standing next to her.
"Are you Ms. Bei?" Kevin Lowry asked.
Maggie gave him a quick once-over. He was a solid kid, heavy and strong, with blond hair shaved almost down to his scalp. He wore the basic uniform of the restaurant's waiters, including black jeans and a red T-shirt that barely stretched around his barrel chest. Like all the other boys, Kevin let his eyes travel quickly up and down Maggie's body, taking note of her legs.
They chose a small table in the corner of the bar, away from the smoke and noise. Maggie brought her beer with her. She asked if Kevin wanted a soft drink, but he shook his head. Maggie relaxed, leaning close to Kevin with her elbows on the table. Kevin sat uncomfortably across from her.
"I don't bite," Maggie said with a warm smile.
Kevin responded with a smile that came and went quickly. "How's Mrs. Stoner?" he asked quietly.
"It was touch and go, but the latest word from the hospital is that she'll be fine."
"I feel bad. She's had a tough time."
"Because of Rachel?" Maggie asked.
Kevin shrugged. "Sometimes. Parents and kids always have some kind of problems."
"Seems like they had more than their share," Maggie said.
A ghost of a grin. "Maybe."
"Why do you think she took the pills?"
"I guess she couldn't take it anymore," Kevin said.
"Take what?" Maggie asked.
"All of it."
Maggie waited until Kevin looked up. "People tell me you're close to Rachel. They said Rachel would have been better off with you, but she never really appreciated you. That must be frustrating."
Kevin sighed. "Rachel has always been kind of a fantasy. I never really expected anything to come of it."
"So what about that last night?" Maggie asked sharply. "You told us that Rachel came on to you."
"That was nothing. She can be cruel that way."
"Could she have been meeting someone else that night? Another boy?"
"Maybe. Rachel dated a lot. We didn't talk about it."
Maggie nodded. "You know, it's funny. I talked to dozens of guys at the high school today. No one admitted going out with Rachel."
"Big surprise," Kevin said. "Everyone's scared. They know what you found at the barn."
"So they're lying."
"Sure," Kevin said. "I bet she dated all of them."
She could hear the bitterness in his voice.
"How about you?" Maggie asked.
"I already said no."
"Except for that night," Maggie said. "That's kind of weird, don't you think? She comes on to you, and that night, she disappears."
She saw anxiety instantly bloom in his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"You said Rachel made a date with you for Saturday night. But when you arrived at her house, she was gone."
Kevin nodded.
"You're sure the date wasn't for Friday night? You didn't make plans to go to her house later?"
"No!" Kevin told her, his voice rising.
"You didn't go back?"
"No, I didn't. I went home. The police talked to my parents. You know that's what happened."
Maggie smiled. "I know a lot of kids who are pretty good at slipping out without their parents knowing. Look, if Rachel wanted to disappear, you would have helped her, wouldn't you? You would have done anything she asked."
Kevin bit his lower lip and said nothing. He looked around as if he were hunting for an escape.
"So did you? Did you help her run away?" Maggie said.
"No," Kevin insisted.
"Did you go back later anyway? Did she have another date? That would have pissed you off, right? I can understand, Kevin. You've loved her your whole life. She's your fantasy. And then she starts playing games with you. That must have made you mad."
Kevin shook his head fiercely.
"It didn't? You didn't go over and wait for her? Try to convince her that she was wasting time with all those other guys? They weren't right for her. You were. But she rejected you."
Kevin was angry now. "I didn't see her. I didn't go to her house."
"You have to admit you've got a great motive."
"Cut it out," Kevin said.
"Maybe you two went out for a drive. Just to talk. And maybe you ended up at the barn. Maybe the talk didn't go so well."
Kevin clenched his fists. "That's a lie."
"We found blood and condoms at the crime scene, Kevin. What are we going to find when we do a DNA analysis?"
Kevin stood up. He was trembling with rage. "You'll find out it's not mine! Because I wasn't there!"