Every Last Fear(72)
It was all too much. Too many conspiracies. Too many leaps. And Keller was starting to think the Adlers had been drinking the Kool-Aid.
“Charlotte’s father moved to North Dakota,” Ira added. “We’ve asked him for access to her things, to let us exhume the body for a DNA test, but he’s refused to speak with us.”
What a surprise. The guy they were accusing of being a child molester didn’t want to cooperate. Keller glanced at the computer screen again. In one of the windows she saw a familiar face: Noah Brawn.
Judy Adler followed Keller’s gaze, and said, “We interviewed him again. We’re hoping that the climax of our film will be a pardon, but we’ll see.”
Keller gestured to the computer. “May I?” she asked.
Judy nodded, and Keller clicked on the window with Brawn’s handsome face.
The interview started with Judy’s voice off-screen: “Do you think with all the attention on Danny Pine, Charlotte got forgotten?”
“Absolutely not. I certainly never forgot her. But we won’t get justice for her if the wrong man is in prison. We won’t get justice until the truth comes out.…”
Judy stopped the video. “You get the idea. More of the same from last time: the Smasher, the U.P., blah, blah, blah. We’ll see if he puts his money where his mouth is on the pardon.”
“You don’t think he’ll pardon Danny now that he’s governor?”
“Acting governor,” Judy said. “He only got the job because the former governor was a crook and had a taste for young girls. I suspect Brawn will tread lightly until he’s actually voted into the office. Have you been following the scandal?”
“Loosely.”
“The former governor is a real sleaze. And his henchman, what’s his name, Ira?”
“Flanagan. Neal Flanagan,” her husband replied.
“That’s right. This Flanagan is straight out of a movie. Who knows, it may be our next documentary—right, Ira?”
Her husband shrugged.
“Anyway, Nebraska is unusual since the governor doesn’t hold the power to pardon on his own. Brawn’s part of a pardon board. And he may be waiting to see who else the governor’s henchman snitches on before he starts associating himself with the former governor’s people on the board. That administration was dir-ty.”
Politics. It didn’t matter how big or small, it usually was dirty.
“Okay, we’ve shown you ours,” Judy said. “How about you show us yours?”
“I told you, I’ll call as soon as I get the CODIS and DNA analysis.”
“You’ve gotta have more than that,” Judy said. “Just talk to us, deep background. No one will ever know. The family—they were murdered, right? And what Matthew said, were they really in Mexico chasing a lead? That sounds like Evan. He just couldn’t let go.”
“I’m sorry,” Keller said. “I can’t comment.”
Judy Adler’s mouth was a tight seam.
“But I’ll tell you what,” Keller added, “I’ll talk to Matt, encourage him to speak with you.” It was a lie, but no reason to piss off the Adlers. Keep your enemies closer and all that. If they found a lead, she wouldn’t want them holding a grudge.
“That would be terrific,” Ira Adler said. He’d probably spent their entire marriage playing Good Cop.
Judy added, “We really do want to help his brother.”
Keep telling yourself that, Keller thought.
CHAPTER 44
MAGGIE PINE
BEFORE
Maggie looked across the aisle of the cramped flight. Mom and Dad were talking about something, smiling. It had been a while since she’d seen that. And it took a little of the sting out of the past few days. She glanced at Tommy, next to her with all the essentials spread out on the tray table: coloring books, Goldfish crackers, juice box, and his favorite stuffed animal, Sweet Bear. He was watching a movie—one with those creepy blue creatures, the Smurfs—on the tiny screen of Mom’s phone.
Maggie wanted to get her mother alone. They hadn’t had a moment since they’d whisked Mom away from one airport gate to another. Mom and Tommy stepped off the plane from Omaha, and three hours later were boarding the flight to Mexico. Maggie had expected her mother to be annoyed that it was all so unplanned. She hadn’t even gotten to pack her own bag for the beach. But Mom was either putting on a face or she was excited to go. Energized by the spontaneity. Or maybe it was seeing Dad so upbeat.
Ever since Maggie had found him on the floor when he’d passed out (drunk or food poisoned, she still couldn’t decide), he’d been different. Make no mistake, Danny’s case was still the giant hippo in the room—or was it elephant, she could never remember, whatever—but her father seemed more available, more present. Maggie wondered if her mother would be so carefree about the trip if she knew why they were going. Um, she certainly wouldn’t be smiling and ordering another wine right now. Watching her mother drain the plastic cup, laugh at something her father said, Maggie didn’t care why they were going.
Maybe she’d hold off telling Mom about what had happened with Eric. Why ruin the trip, right? Maggie could handle it. Just don’t think about it. But it wasn’t so easy. She felt a prickling down her spine remembering how he’d pinned her arms against the wall. She still had fingerprint bruises on her wrists. She was being melodramatic. It wasn’t like he’d raped her. But she’d felt so powerless, so scared, so ashamed. But if she told Mom, then Mom would tell Dad and then he’d … Well, the trip would be wrecked. Maggie also didn’t think her father could take another instance where he hadn’t been there to protect one of his kids.