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breath and asks, Who was it?
His name is Darryl Goodman.
Darryl? She sits up straighter in the seat. That creep? He wasn t part of the video thing. Was he?
He was the one who set it all up. It s not surprising that you didn t know. He was careful to stay away
when those other men& I don t know how to say it so I finish with a lame, & were with you.
There s a long moment of silence. What will happen to him? Her voice is small and afraid.
He can t hurt you, Trish, if that s what you re worried about. He s dead.
She lowers her head and looks at me. Did you kill him?
Her voice suggests that she believes I did. Is it that apparent? Is there something physical or nonphysical
in my manner that makes this child think I am capable of killing?
How does she know?
Do other humans feel it, too, when they look at me?
When I don t answer, she shrugs. It doesn t matter. What about the men?
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She doesn t need to clarify to whom she s referring.
They re under arrest. They admitted killing Barbara.
Under arrest? There s no mistaking the distress in her tone. Does that mean there ll be a trial?
The District Attorney will do everything she can to try to get the men to plead out. They re up for
murder and a lot of other terrible crimes. But there is always the chance,Trish, that they will ask for a
trial. No one wants to put you through that. But it s a possibility.
She rounds on me in the seat. Then why didn t you kill them, too? Then it would be over.
The heat in her tone vibrates the air around us. When I look over at her, stunned at the ferocity of her
response, her eyes flash and then darken.
I m sorry, she says.
For a moment, I m too conflicted by my own feelings to respond. Part of me agrees with Trish. I should
have killed them. I wanted to. I could have taken the computers or burned the house down. It would
have been easy and Trish would be free. Frey stopped me.
What if he hadn t? Is that why I asked him to come with me? Did I know instinctively that I couldn t
trust myself? And Frey agreed because he knew.Williams, too.
Only now am I beginning to understand.
I m not as strong as the blood drive. I never was.
Trish stirs on the seat beside me. I ve waited too long to respond and her uneasiness is growing.
It s all right, Trish.The way you feel is natural. I feel it, too. I expect we both need time and a little help
to get through it.
Help?You mean like a shrink?
For her, yes.For me, a different kind of therapy. But I smile and nod. My mom will know what to do.
She s a very bright lady. You can trust her.
Trish lapses into silence. When we pull into the driveway of my parent s home, my mother is on the front
porch, watching,waiting . Some instinct must be at play because Trish goes to her without reservation.
Mom smiles at me but doesn t ask me to stay. I only hang around long enough to make sure they re both
all right.
Then I go home to call Williams.
Chapter Forty-Six
Ifeel his presence him before I see him.Before the elevator door opens. Frey. He s leaning against the
doorjamb, feet crossed at the ankles, eyes closed.
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Don t tell me, I say, brushing past him to unlock the door. Another full moon.
He laughs, opens his eyes, and straightens up. No. It only happens like that once a month. Well, twice if
there s a blue moon.
He follows me inside.
I toss my purse and keys on the coffee table. Want a beer?
I d prefer wine, if you have it.
I shake my head. Sorry. I m not a wine drinker. Gave it up after Avery. He actually had vineyards
inFrance .Which I guess I own now.
Frey is watching me. Where did you go just then?
It s not important. What are you doing here?
In a deliberately casual movement, he spreads his hands. I thought you might want company.
Company?
You seemed a little lost when I left you this afternoon. You don t seem much better now. Did things go
well with Trish and your mother?
Peachy. I hear the sarcasm in my voice.
Frey raises an eyebrow.
Mom will give Trish everything her own mother didn t. She ll finally have a chance to be a kid.
He shakes his head. Trish will never be a kid. Not with what she s gone through. Can your mother
accept that?
It s my turn to raise an eyebrow. Are you a psychologist, too? I don t remember seeing that on your
resume.
There s tension building in the room that s making me edgy. Listen, Frey, thanks for stopping by, but I
think you should go. I m tired. I need sleep.
He doesn t move toward the door, but rather takes a step closer to me. This time there s no mistaking
the tension. It s arcing between us, scorching my skin.
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breath and asks, Who was it?
His name is Darryl Goodman.
Darryl? She sits up straighter in the seat. That creep? He wasn t part of the video thing. Was he?
He was the one who set it all up. It s not surprising that you didn t know. He was careful to stay away
when those other men& I don t know how to say it so I finish with a lame, & were with you.
There s a long moment of silence. What will happen to him? Her voice is small and afraid.
He can t hurt you, Trish, if that s what you re worried about. He s dead.
She lowers her head and looks at me. Did you kill him?
Her voice suggests that she believes I did. Is it that apparent? Is there something physical or nonphysical
in my manner that makes this child think I am capable of killing?
How does she know?
Do other humans feel it, too, when they look at me?
When I don t answer, she shrugs. It doesn t matter. What about the men?
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She doesn t need to clarify to whom she s referring.
They re under arrest. They admitted killing Barbara.
Under arrest? There s no mistaking the distress in her tone. Does that mean there ll be a trial?
The District Attorney will do everything she can to try to get the men to plead out. They re up for
murder and a lot of other terrible crimes. But there is always the chance,Trish, that they will ask for a
trial. No one wants to put you through that. But it s a possibility.
She rounds on me in the seat. Then why didn t you kill them, too? Then it would be over.
The heat in her tone vibrates the air around us. When I look over at her, stunned at the ferocity of her
response, her eyes flash and then darken.
I m sorry, she says.
For a moment, I m too conflicted by my own feelings to respond. Part of me agrees with Trish. I should
have killed them. I wanted to. I could have taken the computers or burned the house down. It would
have been easy and Trish would be free. Frey stopped me.
What if he hadn t? Is that why I asked him to come with me? Did I know instinctively that I couldn t
trust myself? And Frey agreed because he knew.Williams, too.
Only now am I beginning to understand.
I m not as strong as the blood drive. I never was.
Trish stirs on the seat beside me. I ve waited too long to respond and her uneasiness is growing.
It s all right, Trish.The way you feel is natural. I feel it, too. I expect we both need time and a little help
to get through it.
Help?You mean like a shrink?
For her, yes.For me, a different kind of therapy. But I smile and nod. My mom will know what to do.
She s a very bright lady. You can trust her.
Trish lapses into silence. When we pull into the driveway of my parent s home, my mother is on the front
porch, watching,waiting . Some instinct must be at play because Trish goes to her without reservation.
Mom smiles at me but doesn t ask me to stay. I only hang around long enough to make sure they re both
all right.
Then I go home to call Williams.
Chapter Forty-Six
Ifeel his presence him before I see him.Before the elevator door opens. Frey. He s leaning against the
doorjamb, feet crossed at the ankles, eyes closed.
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Don t tell me, I say, brushing past him to unlock the door. Another full moon.
He laughs, opens his eyes, and straightens up. No. It only happens like that once a month. Well, twice if
there s a blue moon.
He follows me inside.
I toss my purse and keys on the coffee table. Want a beer?
I d prefer wine, if you have it.
I shake my head. Sorry. I m not a wine drinker. Gave it up after Avery. He actually had vineyards
inFrance .Which I guess I own now.
Frey is watching me. Where did you go just then?
It s not important. What are you doing here?
In a deliberately casual movement, he spreads his hands. I thought you might want company.
Company?
You seemed a little lost when I left you this afternoon. You don t seem much better now. Did things go
well with Trish and your mother?
Peachy. I hear the sarcasm in my voice.
Frey raises an eyebrow.
Mom will give Trish everything her own mother didn t. She ll finally have a chance to be a kid.
He shakes his head. Trish will never be a kid. Not with what she s gone through. Can your mother
accept that?
It s my turn to raise an eyebrow. Are you a psychologist, too? I don t remember seeing that on your
resume.
There s tension building in the room that s making me edgy. Listen, Frey, thanks for stopping by, but I
think you should go. I m tired. I need sleep.
He doesn t move toward the door, but rather takes a step closer to me. This time there s no mistaking
the tension. It s arcing between us, scorching my skin.
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