“But…” I began before I thought. I had leaned forward to focus on her myself. I stopped before I voiced my doubts.
“What, Lily?” Tamsin asked. But only because she had to; you could tell she was scared about what I was going to say. We were supposed to bare all to Tamsin; what about her being honest with us?
“Tell us exactly what happened,” I said, with careful emphasis. “As far as we can tell, it could have been any one of us pinned to that wall in your office. How come Melanie’s sister-in-law and Janet got attacked, and you didn’t?”
“Are you blaming Tamsin for not getting hurt, Lily?” Firella asked. “Are you blaming the victim for the crime, so to speak?”
“Yeah, where are you going with this, Lily?” Carla croaked.
Good question.
“I just want to know exactly what happened. We come here every week.” I simmered for a minute. “We’re supposed to feel safe here. How did this person who killed Saralynn get in? How’d he get out without us seeing him?”
Everyone around the table looked thoughtful after hearing my questions. I wasn’t sure why I was maneuvering our therapist into telling us something that would surely upset her, but I was determined to do just that.
“As I told you the night of the incident, Lily,” Tamsin said with reluctance, “Saralynn was supposed to come early so I could give her the little talk I give everyone before she joins the group. I’d asked her to come in at seven fifteen, a little earlier than I’d asked you to come. You were the last one to get the lecture the first night you all came, and I remembered I’d had to rush through.
“I was a little worried about Saralynn having such a close relationship with Melanie, how that would impact the group, and we talked about that a little bit.”
“You didn’t hear anyone else in the building?” Firella asked.
“I may have. Now, I think I did. But it could have been someone staying late, or coming back in after something he’d left… anything.”
“The end door was locked?” Sandy wanted to be sure.
“No, the end door wasn’t locked.” Tamsin flushed red. “I knew you guys would be coming in. So I didn’t lock it behind her.”
“Did you hear the door while you talked?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
When I looked skeptical, she said, “That’s the most normal noise in the world, to me. I’m not sure I would have noticed!” She was getting angry.
“So there was a reason you had to leave Saralynn in your office?…” Melanie said, to get Tamsin back on the track.
“Yes, I’d left the group list on the table in here, and I had to get it to enter Saralynn’s name-just her first name-and phone number. You remember, I took that information from all of you in case we had to cancel sometime.”
“So while you were in the therapy room…?” Melanie prompted.
“Okay, while I was in there I dropped everything. I spilled all my papers from my notebook and knocked my pop over.”
After a brief vision of Tamsin pushing down an old man with white hair, I realized she meant she’d spilled a soft drink. Maybe it was a northern or midwestern thing? We all waited, watching her. Janet’s mouth was pulled tight against her teeth. Anger? Skepticism?
“I started picking everything up, and while I was doing that I heard someone going into my office.”
“Did you hear this person pass the door of the therapy room, or come from the direction of the end door?”
“I don’t remember either way,” she admitted. “I’ve tried and tried, but I don’t remember.”
Sandy interrupted. “What difference would that make, Lily?”
I shrugged. “The difference between someone hiding in this building until he was able to catch a woman alone, and someone coming in from the parking lot-maybe after Saralynn-on purpose.”
An interesting difference, their faces said, and they turned to Tamsin again. She shook her head. “No use, I just can’t recall it. After I heard someone go into my office, I heard Saralynn say something, but I couldn’t make it out. She sounded surprised but not scared. But after that, she said, ”What?“ and she made an awful sound. Then there was a lot of scuffling and grunting, and I knew what was happening. I was so scared. I know I should have gone to help her, but I was so scared. I crawled over to the door to the therapy room. It was shut, you know how it falls shut? So as quietly as I could, I locked it.”
She got a chorus of sympathy from everyone in the room except me. Her eyes traveled around the group of women, coming to stop at my face.
“Lily, I think we have to get this out in the open. Are you blaming me for not going to Saralynn’s aid?”
“No,” I said. “I think that was good sense.”
“Then are you angry I let Janet come in without warning her?”
“No. If you don’t go help one, why go help another?” She winced, and I knew that had sounded as if I thought her callous. “I mean, if you expected to be killed when he killed Saralynn, you would still have been killed if you’d tried to help Janet, I guess.”
“Then what issue do you have with me?”
I thought for a minute. “You seem… already scared,” I said, picking my way slowly. “Don’t you think you should tell us the rest?” I could see the fear in her face, read it in the tightly drawn line of her mouth and the way her shoulders were set. I know a lot about fear.
“That don’t make a lick of sense, Lily,” Carla said.
“Well, yeah, it does,” Janet said in her unnaturally husky voice. “Like Tamsin’s already been a victim and she’s anticipating being a victim again.”
“The therapist isn’t supposed to talk about her own problems,” Tamsin reminded us. “I couldn’t, even if I wanted to.”
“And why wouldn’t you want to? We share our big problems with you,” Carla said illogically.
“This is where you come to get help,” Tamsin began.
“Oh, yeah, like the help we got Tuesday night?” Sandy’s voice was bitter and shrill. The rest of us tried to look at her without actually turning our heads to stare, because Sandy was the least forthcoming of the group by far. We didn’t want to startle her, or she’d run; it was like having a wounded deer in your backyard, a deer you felt obliged to examine. “Seeing that dead woman in your office was the scariest thing that’s happened to me in a long time, and if you know anything about it or if it happened because of you, I think we have a right to know that. Because what if it’s connected to one of us?” I exchanged glances with Janet, not quite following Sandy.
“Sure,” said Carla, who evidently hadn’t had the same problem. “Think about it!” I was hopelessly confused.
“You’re saying,” Firella clarified, “that maybe if Saralynn’s murder ties up with something in Tamsin’s past, it hasn’t got anything to do with us. Maybe we’d all been scared it did? Like maybe one of the bikers who raped Lily following Lily here and killing Saralynn as a lesson to Lily?”
“Right. Like that.” Carla sounded relieved that someone understood her.
“Or like whoever raped Sandy, not that Sandy has chosen to reveal that to the rest of her sisters in the group, which every one of the rest of us has,” said Melanie, and I thought through that sentence for a moment.
Sandy flushed a deep red. “Well, then, missy, I’ll just tell you that it couldn’t be connected to me because the man who raped me was my grandfather, and I’ll tell you what I did about it. I put rat poison in his coffee and that son of a bitch died.”
We all gazed at her with our mouths hanging open. In a million years, not one of us could have predicted what had come out of Sandy’s mouth.
Firella said, “Way to go, Sandy.”