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"Why didn't Deedra tell someone?" Claude asked me later that day. We were sitting in his office at the police department.
"Maybe she just couldn't believe the evidence of her own eyes. She must have been still unsure about what she'd seen; maybe she wanted to look at Sherry Crumpler again, real carefully, to make absolutely sure that what she suspected was true."
"Sherry is real clever, and she doesn't seem to have any problem with killing people if half of what she told you pans out," Claude said. "I guess she figured she better kill Deedra before her partner came into town, because David is much more like he looked on TV than Sherry is. Seeing David would have clenched all Deedra's suspicions."
"Maybe they'll tell on each other," I said, my voice as tired as the rest of me was.
"Oh, they already are. They each got a lawyer from the phone book, both of whom want to make a name for themselves so they can be in the update on television. I expect to hear from America's Most Wanted tomorrow at the latest."
"Can you tell me what they're saying?" I wanted to be as far away from the jail and the police station and Claude as it was possible to get when the media showed up.
"David's saying they would've been out of here a week ago if Joe C had died when he was supposed to. She set the fire, of course—Sherry did. She wanted to get that $70,000 inheritance. Then she figured if David showed up claiming to be her brother, instead of her boyfriend, he'd get another share of the money. Once she'd killed Deedra, she knew she better accelerate their plan to get the money and then she better get out of town. She'd pla
I examined this idea for holes, finding only a few. "She could forge the real Becca's signature?"
"Just beautiful, apparently."
"And since no one from here, including family, had seen Becca or Anthony since they were little, no one ever imagined that she wasn't Becca? It never crossed anyone's mind to question her?"
"Seems to me," Claude rumbled, "that the real Becca must have been a lonely sort of girl. I guess Sherry, in disguise, matched a superficial description of the real Becca; blond, athletic, blue-eyed. But David says the original Becca had some emotional problems, had real trouble making friends. I guess she thought David was a godsend, and when his ‘sister' was willing to pal around with her, and David was already buddies with Becca's bad-ass brother, she thought her lonely days were over."
"Why did David pick a fictional job as a prison counselor?"
"Well, he'd know all about it, wouldn't he? If you'd been able to concentrate on the AMW story, you would've heard that David's been in and out of prison all his life. For that matter, Sherry too."
"She sure had a lot of nerve, living here as Becca for so long."
"It took nerve, but it was great cover. And if she could wait it out until David felt it was safe to join her, they stood to make a bunch of money—a combined $140,000 from the sale of Joe C's lot, plus what they got eventually from the sale of the apartment building. Until the story on television, which broke only days before David was due to arrive. He says she should've gotten in touch with him and made him stay away; she says she tried but he wasn't at the prearranged phone spot. So he came. On the whole, I think they felt pretty safe, pretty anonymous. Sherry's attempt to burn Joe C's house was only partly successful, but he ended up dying, and they thought it'd look fu
"I just wanted to know what had happened to Deedra."
"According to David ... do you really want to hear this, Lily? It's strictly what David says Sherry told him."
I nodded. I looked down at my hands so I wouldn't have to watch his face.
"Sherry drew a gun on Deedra that Sunday afternoon, a couple of hours after Deedra came home from church and encountered her on the stairs. Sherry'd done a lot of pla
I could feel my face twisting. "Made her throw her clothes."
"Yep." Claude was silent for a long time. I knew Claude was trying, and failing, as I was, to imagine how Deedra must have felt. "Then, Sherry had made Deedra strip, she backed her up against the car, and when Deedra was in place, she struck her. One blow to the solar plexus. With all she had."
I drew in a long, slow breath. I let it out.
"While Deedra was dying, Sherry forced in the bottle and positioned her in the car. It took a lot of doing, but Sherry's a martial-arts expert and a right strong woman. As you know."
I breathed in. I breathed out. "Then what?"
"Then ... she walked home."
After all the talk about switching cars or having an accomplice, it was that simple. She walked home. If she'd stuck to the edge of the woods, she would've been all the way in town before she had to show herself. In fact... I tried to look at Shakespeare in my head, from an aerial view. By some careful pla
"Thanks to you," Claude continued after a long pause, "my wife is sitting in the house by herself, wondering when her brand-new husband is going to make it home."
I managed a smile. "Thanks to me, you're going to have your fifteen minutes of fame," I reminded him. "You caught two of ‘America's Most Wanted.' "
"Because I had the trots," he said, shaking his head ruefully.
"Maybe you could leave that part out."
"I'd like to figure out a way."
"Let's say you were suspicious when we heard footsteps coming up the stairs and you concealed yourself in the bathroom so you could take them by surprise."
"That sounds better than telling them I ate some bad fish."
"True."
"Think that's the line to take."
"You got it."
"Now what, for you, Lily?"
"I have to work tomorrow." I sighed heavily, and heaved myself out of the extra chair in Claude's office. "I have to receive food and serve at Joe C's funeral."
"No, I mean ... longer-term."
I was surprised. Claude had never asked me a question about my life.
"You know Jack is the one." I said it plainly and quietly.
"I know. He's a lucky guy."
"Well, I just see that going on."
"Think you two'll get married?"
"Maybe."
Claude brightened. "I never would have thought it. I'm glad for you, Lily."
I wondered briefly why that idea cheered Claude. Well, they say newlyweds want everyone else to get married.
" ‘Cause my wife"—and he said that phrase so proudly—"called him when she found out you were involved in this showdown, and he's sitting outside in the waiting room."
"Carrie ... called Jack?"
"She sure did. Just when you think she's a shy woman, she pulls something like that on you."
"He's here," I said, relieved beyond measure, and happier than I'd been in days.