“What do you think?”
Peter shook his head, as if scolding himself. “That was stupid of me. I didn’t know that Stride had any forensic evidence in Laura’s murder.”
“You mean you thought Ray Wallace made it all disappear?”
“I don’t like your tone, Serena. Not from someone who works for me. What sort of evidence do they have?”
“I can’t tell you.”
Peter frowned. “I could file a motion to stop the police from running any tests.”
“You could, but then it’s all out in the open. In the press. People will wonder what you’re trying to hide.”
“I already told you that I didn’t kill Laura.”
“Then you have nothing to fear.”
“It’s a little more complicated than that.”
Serena waited. Peter waved the waitress away from the table. He scowled and leaned back, folding his arms. “What did George Bush say? When I was young and stupid, I was young and stupid.”
“You sent Laura those stalking letters,” Serena concluded. “Didn’t you?”
“Okay, yes. You’re right.”
“Why?”
“Why? I went out with Laura, and she shut me down. I thought she was playing games, stringing me along. I was pissed off. So I started sending her those notes. It was a joke.”
“I saw one of the notes. This was no joke.”
“Give me a break, I was seventeen years old.”
“Don’t make excuses, Peter. You were terrorizing this girl.”
“Call it whatever you want. I didn’t kill her.”
“This isn’t just about sending ugly letters, is it? Finn was telling the truth. You attacked Laura that night in the softball field.”
Peter met Serena’s eyes. “I didn’t attack her. I went back to the field that night to get my baseball bat. I bumped into Laura coming out of the woods. Yes, I tried to kiss her, and yes, I may have pushed things too far. I thought she was playing hard to get. That’s all it was.”
“It sounds like rape to me,” Serena told him.
“I am not a rapist.”
“Yeah, rich boys never are.”
Peter’s face screwed up in anger. “I could have lied to you, and I didn’t.”
“Really? What choice do you have? You’ve painted yourself into a corner. You already told the police that you and Laura were making out in the field. You admitted the two of you were together that night.”
“The smart thing for me would be to say nothing at all. That’s what the lawyer in me says I should do.”
“Well, you’ve already started talking, so keep going. What happened after you accosted Laura?”
“The black guy broke it up. Knocked me out cold.”
“What happened after you woke up?”
“Laura was gone. So was the black guy. I had a splitting headache. I went home.”
“What about your bat?”
“I forgot all about it.”
“Was it still in the field?”
“I have no idea if it was or wasn’t. I didn’t look around for it. I didn’t even think about the bat. I just wanted to get out of there.”
“What else can you tell me about that night?”
“That’s it.”
“You don’t know what happened to Laura?”
“I don’t. As far as I know, the black guy killed her. That’s what I’ve thought all these years.”
“Did you see Finn Mathisen that night?”
“No.”
Serena shook her head. “As a cop, I wouldn’t believe your story, Peter. You were stalking Laura. You were obsessed with her. You attacked her the night she was killed. And then you just walked away? And someone else went after her with your bat? You must think I’m a sucker.”
“Serena, I was no angel back then, but killing a girl? Not me.”
Serena got up from the table. “I think we’re done here.”
“That sounds like you’re walking away from me. From the job.”
“I am.”
Peter reached into his wallet and dropped a fifty-dollar bill on the table. “Let me walk you out. I have something in my car that may change your mind. Call it a token of good faith.”
“What is it?”
“I have to show you.”
Serena shrugged and acquiesced. The two of them left the restaurant. In the parking lot, he pointed at a black Lexus near the rear of the lot. “That’s me.”
He took her arm as they walked.
“I heard about Finn’s suicide attempt last week,” Peter said. “Is he going to make it?”
“Assuming he doesn’t try again.”
“Finn should be Stride’s prime suspect, not me,” Peter said. “He admitted being in the park that night and following Laura. Now he tries to kill himself when he’s questioned.”
“Finn’s a suspect, but you just put yourself back in the game because of those letters.”
“There’s no game. Legally I don’t have any concerns about what’s going on. Pat Burns knows that. I’m sure Stride knows it, too. There are chain of custody issues, evidence issues, witness issues. No one’s ever going to charge me with a crime.”
“So what do you need me for?” Serena asked.
“My public persona is important to me. If this gets out in the press, and if suspicion continues to swirl around me, it will be extremely unpleasant for me and my business.”
They arrived at his Lexus. Peter ran his hand over the smooth finish.
“I don’t know who killed Laura,” he continued, “but if the media and the police are going to sink their teeth into anyone, I want it to be Finn. I want you to dig up everything you can about him. Find out about his background. Prove he’s the kind of man who could kill a young girl. You’re a detective. Investigate the suspect.”
“That’s Stride’s job,” Serena said.
“I’m not telling you to keep secrets from him. Whatever you find, you can share with Stride. But his hands are tied by police procedure and other cases. He also has Tish whispering in his ear that I’m guilty. I want someone on the playing field who’s working for me.”
“I don’t trust you.”