Deadlock (FBI Thriller #24)(89)

“You don’t understand,” Ronald said. “The next morning we couldn’t believe what we’d done, but still, there was no way to change it. We talked about going to the police in Bushkill, telling them the truth. But Marsia didn’t let that happen. She looked from me to Mom, and she smiled her beautiful smile and said, calm as a judge, ‘I’m involved now, and no way are you going to the police. If you two martyrs turn yourselves in, I’ll tell the cops you murdered your stepfather in cold blood, with no provocation except his yelling at your precious mother. Good, I can see you’re starting to actually believe me.’

“She told us we were going to let the old bastard stay buried and go about our business.”

Mrs. Trumbo said, “I’ll never forget that smile. I’d always thought her charming, clever. I would never have guessed she was capable of that.”

Ronald said, “She told us she was leaving, taking my car, but before she drove off, she said, ‘Don’t forget, I know where the body’s buried.’ She laughed, pulled out her cell phone. ‘Did you wonder why I didn’t help you dig his grave? I had to step back so I could record everything.’ She waved the cell phone at us. ‘Ronnie,’ she said, ‘you’re a fine artist and not a bad lover, but we’re over.’ And she gave me that beautiful smile again. ‘I’ll be sending you the video, Ronnie, and you and your mom will be paying me a little something from here on out. Otherwise I’ll turn you both in. I’m not kidding, you know.’?”

Mrs. Trumbo said, “I’ll never forget what she said to me and the contempt in her voice. ‘Mrs. Trumbo, you weren’t very smart, were you, to marry that sorry excuse for a man? Sorry you’re not done paying for it.’?” Mrs. Trumbo sighed. “It made it worse because she was right.”

Ronald said, “And she drove off. She left my car in Baltimore, at my apartment. She never asked for more than we could afford, only a couple hundred a month. I saw her occasionally, saw her exhibits, followed her career. Mom and I have lived knowing she could contact us or turn us in at any time. When she was accused of trying to kill that rich old lady in Washington, we didn’t know what it meant for us, until last month when she sent us instructions, reminded us of what would happen if we didn’t do exactly what she said. She had me change that puzzle of Major Trumbo and send it in three separate red boxes to Agent Savich. She did it to scare the crap out of us, to torture us, to reinforce to us that she held all the cards. She wanted Agent Savich to trace the puzzle here to St. Lumis. She thought he wouldn’t be able to resist, that he’d come here and check it out himself. But she was wrong. You came, Agent Cinelli. She insisted we had to get him out of Washington, get him here, somehow, so his family would be left alone at home.”

Mrs. Trumbo said, “Ronald couldn’t bring himself to burn the house down, so he set fire only to the kitchen, to give them time to get out. Marsia was furious because he hadn’t followed her instructions. She’s never going to stop trying to hurt this Agent Savich.”

Ronald raised dead eyes to Pippa’s face. “What’s going to happen to us, Agent Cinelli?”

Pippa leaned forward. It was tough to keep her voice calm. “I can almost understand why you did what you did at the cabin, with both of you in shock, in pain from his attacking you. But tell me this: If Marsia hadn’t been there, what would you have done?”

Mother and son stared at her. Mrs. Trumbo said finally, “Do you know, it’s hard to be sure now. I’d like to think we would have gone to the police, but I really don’t know.”

Ronald said, “We were so scared, I mean, there he was, lying dead, and I’d stabbed him in the back. And I remember I kept thinking he was a monster, and I hadn’t even known what he was doing to my mother.” He raised his chin, and his voice grew stronger, more certain. “I’d have thought about throwing him in the woods and letting the animals have him.”

Mrs. Trumbo clasped his hand hard. “I can only hope, looking back, we would have come to our senses and gone to the police. I hope we would have.”

Pippa looked from one to the other. “You’ll have to show us where you buried the major, and there will be consequences. But when everything is explained to the district attorney, I think you’ll be cleared of killing him. Of course, there’ll be other charges, Ronald, some of them serious, but you’ll get a lighter sentence than you might expect. Do you know why?”

They stared back at her, the beginnings of hope in their eyes. “You’re going to help us put Marsia Gay away.” Pippa held out her hand. “Give me your cell phone, Ronald. I believe those texts you have will be a big nail in Marsia’s coffin. Do you still have that video?”





59


MANVERS HOUSE

WEDNESDAY NIGHT

Rebekah, Beck, and Rich Manvers sat at the dining room table, a fresh bouquet of red roses in the middle and the warm glow of the art deco chandelier overhead.

“Well, you’ve certainly become famous, Rebekah, or maybe I should say infamous,” Beck said as he chewed on the excellent prime rib provided by the Manvers’s cook, Mrs. Bybee. “My new girlfriend won’t shut up about your adventure last Thursday. She wants all the gory details, straight from the horse’s mouth, well, the mare’s mouth. I told her maybe my dad wanted you out of the way and picked a dramatic way to do it.” He grinned at Rebekah and his father, forked down another healthy bite of prime rib. “Or maybe you and Dad put it all on together to garner sympathy votes for his next election.”