“So why did you send that e-mail?”
“Because I knew you’d see it.”
“I don’t understand. Why would you want us to see something about a party that wasn’t really happening?”
“I knew what Adam was going to do. I thought it was too dangerous. I wanted to stop him, but I couldn’t tell you the truth about Club Jaguar and all that. I didn’t want to get him in trouble.”
Tia nodded now. “So you made up a party.”
“Yes. I said there would be drinking and drugs.”
“You figured that we’d make him stay home.”
“Right. So he’d be safe. But Adam ran away. I didn’t think he’d do that. I messed up. Don’t you see? It’s all my fault.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Jill started to sob. “Yasmin and me. Everyone treats us like babies, you know? So we spy. It’s like a game. The adults hide stuff, and then we find out about it. And then Mr. Lewiston said that horrible thing about Yasmin. It changed everything. The other kids were so mean. At first Yasmin got really sad, but then it was like, I don’t know, like she went crazy mad. Her mom had always been so useless, you know, and I think she saw this as a chance to help Yasmin.”
“So she . . . she set up Mr. Lewiston. Did Marianne tell you about it?”
“No. But see, Yasmin spied on her too. We saw the video on her camera phone. Yasmin asked Marianne about it, but she said it was over and that Mr. Lewiston was suffering too.”
“So you and Yasmin . . . ?”
“We didn’t mean any harm. But Yasmin had had enough. All the adults telling us what was best. All the kids in school picking on her. On us, really. So we did it on the same day. We didn’t go to her house after school. We came here first. I sent out the e-mail about that party to get you to act—and then Yasmin sent out the video to make Mr. Lewiston pay for what he’d done.”
Tia stood there and waited for something to come to her. Kids don’t do what their parents say—they do what they see their parents do. So who was to blame here? Tia was not sure.
“That’s all we did,” Jill said. “We just sent out a couple of e-mails. That’s all.”
And that was true.
“It’s going to be okay,” Tia said, echoing the words her husband had repeated to her son in that interrogation room.
She kneeled down and took her daughter in her arms. Whatever had been holding back Jill’s tears gave way. She leaned against her mother and cried. Tia stroked her hair and made comforting sounds and let the sobs come.
You do what you can, Tia reminded herself. You love them the best you can.
“It’s going to be okay,” she said once more.
This time, she almost believed it.
ON a cold Saturday morning—the very day that Essex County Prosecutor Paul Copeland was to be married for the second time—Cope found himself standing in front of a U-Store-It unit on Route 15.
Loren Muse stood next to him. “You don’t have to be here.”
“The wedding isn’t for six hours,” Cope said.
“But Lucy—”
“Lucy understands.”
Cope glanced over his shoulder where Neil Cordova waited in the car. Pietra had broken her silence a few hours ago. After all her stone-walling, Cope had come up with the simple idea of letting Neil Cordova talk to her. Two minutes in, with her boyfriend dead and a deal firmly in place with her lawyer, Pietra broke down and told them where they would find the body of Reba Cordova.
“I want to be here,” Cope said.
Muse followed his gaze. “You shouldn’t have let him come either.”
“I promised.”
Cope and Neil Cordova had talked a lot since Reba had vanished. In a few minutes, if Pietra was telling the truth, they would now have something horrible in common—dead wives. Weirdly enough, when they looked into the background of the killer, he too shared this hor- rific attribute.
As if reading his thoughts, Muse asked, “Do you leave any room for the chance that Pietra is lying?”
“Very little. You?”
“Same,” Muse said. “So Nash killed these two women to help his brother-in-law. To find and destroy this tape of Lewiston’s infidelity.”
“So it seems. But Nash had priors. I bet if we go back, we’ll find a lot of bad in his past. I think this was probably an excuse for him to wreak damage more than anything else. But I don’t know or care about the psychology. You can’t prosecute psychology.”
“He tortured them.”
“Yes. In theory to see who else knew about the tape.”
“Like Reba Cordova.”
“Right.”
Muse shook her head. “What about the brother-in-law, the school-teacher?”
“Lewiston? What about him?”
“Are you going to prosecute him?”
Cope shrugged. “He claims that he told Nash as a confidante and that he didn’t know that he’d go so crazy.”
“Do you buy that?”
“Pietra backs it, but I don’t have enough evidence one way or the other yet.” He looked at her. “That’s where my detectives come in.”
The storage unit supervisor found the key and put it in the lock. The door was opened and the detectives poured in.
“All that,” Muse said, “and Marianne Gillespie never sent the tape.”
“Seems not. She just threatened to. We checked it out. Guy Novak claims that Marianne told him about the tape. She wanted to let it slide—thought just the threat was punishment enough. Guy didn’t. So he sent the tape to Lewiston’s wife.”
Muse frowned.
“What?” Cope asked.
“Nothing. You going to prosecute Guy?”
“For what? He sent out an e-mail. That’s not against the law.”
Two of the officers walked out of the storage unit slowly. Too slowly. Cope knew what it meant. One of the officers met Cope’s eyes and nodded.
Muse said, “Damn.”
Cope turned and walked toward Neil Cordova. Cordova watched him. Cope kept his eyes up and tried not to teeter. Neil started shaking his head as he saw Cope move closer. He shook his head harder now, as if the very act could deny the reality. Cope kept his pace steady. Neil had braced for this, knew it was coming, but that never cushioned blows like these. You have no choice. You can no longer divert or fight it. You simply have to let it crush you.
So when Cope got to him, Neil Cordova stopped shaking his head and collapsed against Cope’s chest. He started sobbing Reba’s name over and over, saying it wasn’t true, couldn’t be true, begging some higher power to return his beloved to him. Cope held him up. Minutes passed. Hard to say how many. Cope stood there and held the man and said nothing.