The Silent Sister(75)

I felt a chill in spite of the heat in the RV. “Do you mean … you?”

“No, honey,” Verniece said. “Your daddy.”

I suddenly felt nauseated and sat back from the table, dropping my hands into my lap. What the hell kind of game were they playing with me? Were they going to feed me lies in exchange for the park? “I don’t believe you,” I said.

“Look,” Tom said. “I promised to tell you what I know. I didn’t promise to pretty it up for you.”

I tried not to let the shock show on my face. Daddy? It was impossible. He was the most honest person I knew, and he’d grieved for Lisa. My whole life, I’d felt his grief.

But I thought of those two sets of footprints in the snow where Lisa had left her car. “What are you saying?” I asked. “That my father helped her … do what? Make it look like she killed herself?”

“Exactly,” Tom said. “They put the kayak in the water and she got in his car and then he drove her halfway to Philadelphia. That’s where I came in.” He set the bottle down on the counter. Folded his arms across his chest. “I picked her up in a rest area and took her the rest of the way to Philly.”

I felt the blood drain from my face. I couldn’t breathe. There seemed to be no air at all in the trailer and Tom and Verniece grew wavy in my vision. Beneath the table, I pressed my hands together hard.

“Are you all right, Riley?” Verniece asked, and I ignored her, my eyes on Tom.

“Did my mother know anything about this?” My throat was so tight that the words barely made a sound. “Did she know Lisa didn’t kill herself?”

Tom shook his head. “Nobody knew,” he said.

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” I asked. “My father would never—”

“Your father would never what?” He laughed, but the sound was mocking. “Save his firstborn from a lifetime in prison? I personally don’t think she was worth saving, but apparently, he did.”

I felt tears fill my eyes. I didn’t want to cry in front of them. I had to be strong in here, but the thought of Daddy doing all he could—breaking the law—to save my sister, tore me up inside.

“I didn’t want any part of it.” Tom lifted the bottle to his lips. “Your sister had to be a sociopath, with all that crap she handed the police about it being an accident and everything. I didn’t care a bit about her. I did it because I owed your father and needed to keep on his good side.”

I wiped a tear from my cheek. “Why Philadelphia?” I asked. “Why did you take her there?”

“He took her to the train station,” Verniece said.

“To go where?”

“How would I know that?” he said. “I didn’t want to know.”

“Do you mean you don’t know where she is?” I asked, my voice rising.

“Tell her about the new name,” Verniece said quickly. I knew she wanted to keep me calm, but if he didn’t actually know where I could find her, I was going to lose it completely. That had been the deal: he’d tell me where she was in exchange for the park.

“I made her a set of documents,” Tom said, “same as I’d do for someone in the Witness Protection Program.”

“So he gave her a new name and everything,” Verniece said.

“What name did you give her?” I asked.

“Ann Johnson. Usually we tried to give someone in witness protection a name with the same initials. Easier that way. But your father wanted something completely forgettable, so that’s what I gave her.”

My sister has a name. Words I could say out loud. Words I could Google. But Ann Johnson? “There have to be thousands of Ann Johnsons,” I said.

“That was the point.”

“You said documents. Plural,” I said. “What else did you give her?”

“She had a driver’s license with that name and a Maryland address. She had a Social Security number.”

“Do you know what it is?” I asked.

“Hell, I can hardly remember my own Social Security number,” he said with a bitter laugh. “I have no idea.” He took another swallow of beer. “So,” he said, setting the bottle on the counter again. “I’ve told you all I know. Now you have a name and you know she got on a train in—”

“You said you could tell me where I could find her!” I felt panicky. That was what Verniece had promised, wasn’t it?

“I never said that,” he said.

I looked at Verniece and she recoiled a bit from whatever she saw in my eyes. “I didn’t say he knew exactly where she is, Riley,” she said. “But you have a whole lot more information than you had just a few minutes—”

“I can tell you she was alive and healthy twenty-three years ago,” Tom interrupted her, “and I can tell you how she disappeared. That’s all I promised. And I paid for it. I failed a lie detector test in ’93 because I protected your father and sister when I said I never used my official role for anything outside official business. I should have just let them hang.”

“Oh,” Verniece said, “you would have failed it anyway because you were lying about that tramp you had a—”

“Shut up, woman!” Tom shouted. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”