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.You should see me at home—I pace from window to window, pulling up blinds, dropping them back down.Sweep up dirt, only to abandon the half-filled dustpan in the corner.Put half the dishes into the dishwasher, then start doing laundry.I stuff my mouth with peanut-butter-laden crackers, then race upstairs to Google, find a thread of something on one site, and follow it from site to site until my eyes are blurry.Next I call Evan, who tells me to do some yoga, go to the gym, take Moose for a walk, but instead I pick fights with him over stupid stuff—because that makes so much more sense.I make notes, charts.I have graphs for my graphs.My desk is peppered with Post-its, rapid thoughts scrawled in a jerky hand.It’s not helping.I ignore work e-mails or barely answer.I’m trying to buy myself time on some projects, trying to hang on to it all, but I’m losing my grip on everything.* * *As soon as I got home after our last session, Billy and Sandy pulled into my driveway.When I opened the front door and saw their grave faces, my stomach flipped.“What’s wrong?”“Let’s go inside,” Billy said.“Tell me what’s going on first.” I searched his eyes.“Is Ally—”“She’s fine.”“Evan—”“Your family’s all fine.Let’s go inside.Got some coffee?”After I handed them theirs I leaned against the counter, the hard edge biting into my back, my clammy hands curled around the warm mug.Billy took a gulp of coffee; Sandy didn’t touch hers.She’d spilled something on her white shirt and her hair was a mess.Dark circles shadowed her eyes.I said, “Did he kill someone?”Sandy looked at me hard.“A female camper was reported missing this morning from Greenstone Mountain Provincial Park near Kamloops.Her boyfriend was found dead at the scene.”I dropped my coffee mug.It shattered and I watched coffee splash up on Sandy’s jeans.But she didn’t even glance down, she was still staring at me.None of us moved to clean it up.My hands went to my face.“Oh, God.Are you sure? Maybe—”“He’s the main suspect,” Sandy said.“The shell casings found at the scene are consistent.”“This is my fault.”Billy said, “No, it’s not, Sara.He made the choice.” But Sandy didn’t say anything.“What are we going to do now? What about the girl?”He was quiet for a few seconds.“Right now we’re searching the surrounding area for the female victim’s body.”“You think she’s dead?”Neither of them answered.“What’s her name?”Billy said, “We haven’t released that to the media yet—”“I’m not the media.Tell me her name.”Billy looked at Sandy, who turned to me and said, “Danielle Sylvan.Her boyfriend was Alec Pantone.”My mind filled with images of a young woman fleeing through the bushes, John chasing after her with a rifle in his hands.I wondered when I’d get her doll.I stared down at the broken mug, the pool of coffee.“What color’s her hair?”They were both silent.I looked up.Dread passed over me.“What color is her hair?”Billy cleared his throat, but before he could say anything, Sandy told me.“Auburn—long and wavy.”The room spun.I gripped the back of the counter with my hands.Billy stood up and in one big step was at my side, clasping my shoulders.“You all right, Sara?”I shook my head.“Do you want to get some air?”“No.” I took a couple of breaths.“I’ll … I’ll be okay.”Billy leaned against the counter beside me.His arms were crossed in front of his chest and he massaged his biceps through his black windbreaker over and over.From across the table coils of anger radiated off Sandy.I turned to her.“You think it’s my fault.”She said, “It’s no one’s fault.He’s a killer, we never know what’s going to set him off.”“But he’s never killed this early before—never in May.”She stared at me.Her eyes were bloodshot and the pupils dilated, turning the cool blue almost black.Her skin looked windburned.I said, “You think because I didn’t answer his calls he went out and killed someone.”“We don’t know what—”“Just say it, Sandy—admit you think it’s my fault.”She gazed at me steadily.“Yes, I think having his calls ignored triggered him to find a victim.No, I don’t think it was your fault.”For a moment I felt victorious—I’d forced her to admit what she was really thinking—then the horror of the situation washed back over me.I turned to Billy.“How old were they?”“Alec was twenty-four and Danielle twenty-one.” Twenty-one.I thought of their parents getting the news and pressed the heels of my hands hard into my eyeballs.Block it out.Block it out.“What do we do now?”Billy said, “We’re not getting a signal from his cell phone, but just in case, we’d like you to try to call him again.” He took my cell off its charger on the counter and handed it to me.Before I started to dial I said, “How am I supposed to act?”Billy said, “Good question.You should have a plan before you—”Sandy said, “Just start off expressing how sorry you are, show lots of remorse, then gauge his reaction.Wait and see if he brings up anything, but don’t say you know about the woman.It won’t hit the news until tonight.”I glanced at Billy for confirmation and he nodded, but his neck was flushed.He didn’t look at Sandy and I wondered if he was pissed she had interrupted him.As I dialed John’s number Sandy’s hand curled into a fist on the table.Her nails were chewed to the quick.John’s phone was off.I shook my head.Sandy stood up.“We’re going to fly out to Kamloops this afternoon.Keep trying to reach him.We’ll call you if we learn anything further from the crime scene.”I walked them to the door.“She could still be alive?”Billy’s face was tense.“Of course, and we’ll try our best to find her.” But I saw it in their eyes—they were going to Kamloops to find a body.* * *That night I tossed and turned for hours, thinking about everything Sandy had said.My guilt segued into anger when I thought more about the police—why hadn’t they staked out all the parks? They knew he was in the area.But when I got out of bed and Googled, I learned the park was one hundred and twenty-four hectares.How were they ever going to find her? How were they going to find him?I called John several times, but his phone was never on.I thought of what I’d say if he did answer.Why did you do it? Did she die quickly? It was the second question that haunted me the most.I could taste Danielle’s fear.It gnawed at my skin, burrowed into my muscles, screamed in my head: You did this!Evan called that night after Ally was in bed and I cried through the entire phone call.I tried my best not to sound blaming, but it leaked out when I said, “You’d been giving me a hard time about checking my phone all the time, so I was trying to just relax and have fun like you said, and—”“I didn’t know he’d—”“I told you, but you kept saying I was worrying too much and now two people are dead.”“Sara, I was just trying to help you—you’re my priority, not him.And it’s awful what he did, but it’s not your fault.You do see that, right?”“If I’d answered the phone, they’d still be alive.”“And if you went back in time and killed Hitler, millions of—”“That’s not the same thing.I have no control over what happened then, but I could’ve stopped this.”“All of this is outside of your control, but you’re going to blame yourself no matter what.”“I wish you could understand why I’m so upset [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]