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“If you say so,” Tess said. Her brain felt the way her jaw did after the dentist gave her a healthy shot of novocaine.
“I do. And you need to have another story made up and ready, just in case the cops talk to either the limo driver who took you home-”
“Manuel. His name was Manuel.”
“-or the taxi driver who took you out to The Stagger on Saturday morning. I don’t think anybody will make the co
No. She absolutely didn’t.
“What story could you tell the cops, hon? Something good without me in it. Come on, you’re the writer.”
Tess thought for a full minute. Betsy let her.
“I’d say Ramona Norville told me about the Stagg Road shortcut after my appearance-which is true-and that I saw The Stagger I
“That’s good. They’re called-”
“I know what they’re called,” Tess said. Maybe the novocaine was wearing off. “I’d say I met some guys, drank a bunch, and decided I was too blitzed to drive. You’re not in this story, because you don’t work nights. I could also say-”
“Never mind, that’s enough. You’re pretty good at this stuff once you get cooking. Just don’t embellish too much.”
“I won’t,” Tess said. “And this is one story I might not ever have to tell. Once they have the Strehlkes and the Strehlkes’ victims, they’ll be looking for a killer a lot different than a little book-writing lady like me.”
Betsy Neal smiled. “Little book-writing lady, my ass. You’re one bad bitch.” Then she saw the look of startled alarm on Tess’s face. “What? What now?”
“They will be able to tie the women in the pipe to the Strehlkes, won’t they? At least to Lester?”
“Did he put on a rubber before he raped you?”
“No. God, no. His stuff was still on my thighs when I got home. And inside me.” She shuddered.
“Then he’ll have gone in bareback with the others. Plenty of evidence. They’ll put it together. As long as those bad boys really got rid of your ID, you should be home and dry. And there’s no sense worrying about what you can’t control, is there?”
“No.”
“As for you… not pla
“No.” Tess thought of how sweet the night air had smelled as she sat in the truck with the short barrel of the Lemon Squeezer in her mouth. “No, I’m good.”
“Then it’s time for you to leave. I’ll sit here a little longer.”
Tess started to get off the bench, then sat down again. “There’s something I need to know. You’re making yourself an accessory after the fact. Why would you do that for a woman you don’t even know? A woman you only met once?”
“Would you believe because my gran loves your books and would be very disappointed if you went to jail for a triple murder?”
“Not a bit,” Tess said.
Betsy said nothing for a moment. She picked up her can of Dr. Brown’s, then put it back down again. “Lots of women get raped, wouldn’t you say? I mean, you’re not unique in that respect, are you?”
No, Tess knew she was not unique in that respect, but knowing it did not make the pain and shame any less. Nor would it help with her nerves while she waited for the results of the AIDS test she’d soon be taking.
Betsy smiled. There was nothing pleasant about it. Or pretty. “Women all over the world are being raped as we speak. Girls, too. Some who undoubtedly have favorite stuffed toys. Some are killed, and some survive. Of the survivors, how many do you think report what happened to them?”
Tess shook her head.
“I don’t know, either,” Betsy said, “but I know what the National Crime Victimization Survey says, because I googled it. Sixty per cent of rapes go unreported, according to them. Three in every five. I think that might be low, but who can say for sure? Outside of math classes, it’s hard to prove a negative. Impossible, really.”
“Who raped you?” Tess asked.
“My stepfather. I was twelve. He held a butter knife to my face while he did it. I kept still-I was scared-but the knife slipped when he came. Probably not on purpose, but who can say?”
Betsy pulled down the lower lid of her left eye with her left hand. The right she cupped beneath it, and the glass eye rolled neatly into that palm. The empty socket was mildly red and uptilted, seeming to stare out at the world with surprise.
“The pain was… well, there’s no way to describe pain like that, not really. It seemed like the end of the world to me. There was blood, too. Lots. My mother took me to the doctor. She said I was to tell him I was ru
“And did it happen again?”
“Three or four more times. And I always kept still, because I only had one eye left to donate to the cause. Listen, are we done here or not?”
Tess moved to embrace her, but Betsy cringed back-like a vampire who sees a crucifix, Tess thought.
“Don’t do that,” Betsy said.
“But-”
“I know, I know, mucho thanks, solidarity, sisterhood forever, blah-blah-blah. I don’t like to be hugged, that’s all. Are we done here, or not?”
“We’re done.”
“Then go. And I’d throw that gun of yours in the river on your way back home. Did you burn the confession?”
“Yes. You bet.”
Betsy nodded. “And I’ll erase the message you left on my answering machine.”
Tess walked away. She looked back once. Betsy Neal was still sitting on the bench. She had put her eye back in. – 48 -
In her Expedition, Tess realized it might be an extremely good idea to delete her last few journeys from her GPS. She pushed the power button, and the screen brightened. Tom said: “Hello, Tess. I see we’re taking a trip.”
Tess finished making her deletions, then turned the GPS unit off again. No trip, not really; she was only going home. And she thought she could find the way by herself.
FAIR
Streeter only saw the sign because he had to pull over and puke. He puked a lot now, and there was very little warning-sometimes a flutter of nausea, sometimes a brassy taste in the back of his mouth, and sometimes nothing at all; just urk and out it came, howdy-do. It made driving a risky proposition, yet he also drove a lot now, partly because he wouldn’t be able to by late fall and partly because he had a lot to think about. He had always done his best thinking behind the wheel.
He was out on the Harris Avenue Extension, a broad thoroughfare that ran for two miles beside the Derry County Airport and the attendant businesses: mostly motels and warehouses. The Extension was busy during the daytime, because it co