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“Mrs. Crane didn’t seem to think so,” A
“I’m glad to hear that,” Crane said with a charming smile. “People have enough fear of the dentist without thinking he might be a serial killer.”
A
“Really, I’m not upset or offended,” he said. “Janet is much more apt to take offense. She’s had a hard time dealing with everything that’s happened this week. I know she’s been difficult.”
“I’m not going to try to tell you that isn’t true,” A
“I know that,” Crane said. “I think you’ve done an admirable job, all things considered. I appreciate that you take a real interest in my son, Miss Navarre.”
“Thank you.”
“As for my wife… Janet is a person who needs to be in control of her environment. She has good reasons for that. Obviously, I can’t elaborate, but she had to overcome a lot in her early life, and in times of stress… She doesn’t always handle that well.”
A
“I’m actually worried about Tommy,” she admitted. “I’m afraid he somehow thinks I betrayed his trust.”
“Tommy thinks the world of you.”
“I would feel better seeing that for myself. I would really like to be able to sit down with him and have a talk, one-on-one. I want him to know he can rely on me. Do you think there would be any way we could arrange that without upsetting Mrs. Crane?”
He thought about it for a moment, no doubt weighing the benefit for Tommy against the risk of incurring his wife’s wrath.
“I’ll see what I can do. Can I call you?”
“Of course. I would really appreciate that.”
“I’m sorry if Janet has made your life difficult.”
“I’m fine,” A
The buzzer at the front door sounded, making A
“Dr. Crane,” he said. “We have a couple of things we need to discuss with you. Would you mind coming down to the station with us?”
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De
Mrs. Barkow hadn’t known De
Maybe that was all true, but he didn’t think the same way about his father anymore.
His backpack was heavy with stuff he had taken out of the kitchen-cans of soup, tuna, beans-stuff he needed to live on his own. He trudged along, kicking through the fallen leaves, thinking of nothing but his destination.
The yellow tape had started to fall down, making it look like a place nobody cared about anymore. That was good. Then no one would come there and bother him. De
It was time for lunch, and this was where he wanted to have it: in a grave.
Wendy didn’t go into the woods. She stayed in the park where the grass was mowed and there were no fallen branches or thornbushes, or graves. She sat on a bench with her legs crossed, doodling in her notebook.
It was quiet here, the kind of quiet with birds in the background and the sound of ru
She wondered if her dad would move away or just out of their house. It seemed like he was going to Sacramento a lot, but maybe that was just what he said when he went to have his affair. She wondered if the Other Woman had kids, and if she had kids, did Wendy already know them? What if they were kids in her school? What if they were kids she didn’t like? What if De
These were things adults never considered, things that didn’t matter to them.
Of course, she would live with her mother. They would stay in their house. Maybe her mom would have to get a job. She had had a job before Wendy was born. There was a picture in their family room of her mom and dad in graduation caps and gowns, getting their diplomas from college. That meant she could get a good job.
Or, Wendy thought as she looked out into the woods, she could write her book about her and Tommy finding the dead body, and it could get made into a movie, and she would be rich. Her father would be sorry then.
Cody flipped himself around the monkey bars, pretending he was really a monkey. Monkeys had it good. They were always his favorite animals at the zoo in Santa Barbara-especially the white-handed gibbons with their long, long arms, swinging them from limb to limb. He pretended now that he was a white-handed gibbon, and he started making loud monkey noises as he negotiated the bars.
The thing he wanted to do most in the world-next to being an astronaut-was to go to the San Diego Zoo. His mother had told him maybe next summer they could have a real family vacation and go there. The San Diego Zoo had every kind of monkey there was, he bet.
Cody was glad he had come to the park. He didn’t feel nervous anymore. Hopping down from the monkey bars he ran over to the tetherballs and started a game with a younger kid from down his street.
Yep. He was glad he had come to the park.
Out in the woods, De
It didn’t look like any can opener he had ever seen. He tried and tried to work it, but all it did was make a dent then slip off to the side. And every time that happened, he became more aware of being hungry. And then he began to feel something else.
He began to feel.
Fingers fumbling, he cut himself closing the can opener. Bright red blood welled up out of his finger. He stared at it for a minute, then licked it off.
He opened the big blade on the knife, and stabbed it hard into the top of the can. He stabbed it again, and liquid from the beans squirted out through the holes.
He stabbed it again and he began to feel something bigger growing in his chest. All the pain, all the anger started coming out as he stabbed the can with the knife.
So he stabbed it again and again and again…