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Matt glanced at the paper, then folded it up and tucked it into his front pocket with his passport.

“Hopefully it will be pro forma,” Keller said. “You’ll sign some papers and they’ll release the bod—release your family. The consulate will help with the paperwork for their flight home.”

Matt nodded.

Keller handed him a folded copy of the Times. He glanced at the front page. The photo was a punch in the gut. It was a selfie of his family in front of a sign for the Cancún airport. They were hamming it up for the camera. Where the hell had the Times gotten the shot? He realized that his mom had probably posted it on Facebook, the place where she pretended that their family was doing just fine, thank you very much. Under the photo, a caption:

EVAN PINE (51), OLIVIA PINE (51), MARGARET PINE (17), THOMAS PINE (6).

Under the selfie were separate shots of Matt and Danny. The one of Matt was another Facebook grab of him last summer. Danny’s was his mug shot.

“I don’t want to read this.”

“I’m not asking you to,” Keller said. “But these local cops have been being difficult. If they need additional confirmation that it’s your family, the photo may help. It also may remind them that the world is watching how they handle the case.”

A distorted voice blared from the overhead speakers. It was hard to understand, but travelers started lining up to board.

“All right,” he said. “I’d better get going.”

“This will probably help.” Keller gave Matt his wallet and smartphone.

“Thanks.”

“You have no idea what a pain it was. The bouncer has a business on the side selling phones. There’s no money in your wallet.”

There never had been.

Matt looked at the face of the iPhone, cracked from the hundreds of times he’d dropped it. The phone was fully charged—thanks to Keller, no doubt. The device’s wallpaper was a photo of Jane, one she’d uploaded herself. She looked particularly regal in the shot.

“You find anything helpful on it?”

“We haven’t looked. We needed your password. And your permission.” Keller looked at him. “You mind?”

Matt thumbed the sensor, unlocking the device. He took a deep breath before checking his text messages. There were hundreds of them. Many from unfamiliar numbers, but dozens from friends. There were no new messages from his father. One text from his mother, saying they were getting on the plane and that she loved him. Something she did out of habit whenever she flew. The fatalistic precaution in case the plane went down.

But then he saw it. The unread text from Maggie.





Excerpt from

A Violent Nature

Season 1/Episode 4

“Holmes and Watson”

INT. PINE FAMILY HOME – HOME OFFICE

Twelve-year-old MAGGIE PINE sits behind a cluttered desk. File boxes and mountains of papers fill the space. In the background stands a homemade crime wall, complete with red string zigzagging from newspaper clippings to photographs to other clues mounted on the board by pushpins. Maggie wears a T-shirt with the picture of a horse on it, metallic braces on her teeth.

MAGGIE

My brother Matt loves movies and watches, like, a trillion. So one night my best friend was sleeping over and we were spying on him, like we always do, and I saw part of this movie, I don’t remember the name of it, where these lawyers, like, saved the day by digging through boxes at the clerk’s office. So it gave me the idea.

C.U. on Maggie’s hands digging through a box. She retrieves a sheaf of papers. She’s beaming, proud of the find.

MAGGIE

So when we went back to Nebraska to visit my grandpa one time, I went to the county clerk and told her I was doing a school project—it wasn’t a lie; Mrs. Melhoose said I could—and the clerk let me dig through the old case files. And I found this.

INT. STUDIO

EVAN PINE sits on a stool, the background dark.

EVAN

Maggie brings me copies of notes from a couple of police interviews. One about a suspicious man at the house party that night, the last place Charlotte was seen alive. The other, a tip from an anonymous caller who said Charlotte’s murder looked a lot like two others in Kansas. After Danny went to prison, several other girls in Kansas, Nebraska, and Missouri were killed in the same way: their heads smashed in with large rocks.

INSERT – NEWSPAPER HEADLINE

“Break in the Smasher Case: Plainville Man Arrested for String of Grisly Murders.”

EVAN

The prosecution failed to turn over the reports. If we could’ve looked into the Smasher back then, we might not be here right now. The failure to give Danny’s lawyer the reports broke the law; they’re required to turn over exculpatory evidence. And we got our first big break for seeking post-conviction relief.

INT. PINE FAMILY HOME – HOME OFFICE

Evan and Maggie sit at the desk together studying the case file.

EVAN (V.O.)

From then on it’s been Magpie and me. Holmes and Watson, though I’m not sure who’s Holmes and who’s Watson.





CHAPTER 12


MAGGIE PINE


BEFORE

“Your boyfriend’s here.” Harper moved her eyebrows up and down.

Maggie had already seen Eric at the doorway to the high school’s tutoring center. She rolled her eyes. “Cut it out.”

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