Brian Freeman - Spilled Blood

Rollie’s chest heaved. He ginned up his outrage. ‘You better stop spreading this slander before it gets you into big trouble,’ he said. ‘You have no evidence. No proof.’

‘Is that what you were looking for at Kirk’s house?’ Chris asked. ‘Proof? Were you trying to find the evidence he kept against you? Did you find it, or did Kirk keep it at the garage? The police didn’t find anything there, so I imagine Lenny took it with him.’

‘This is a pointless game, Chris. You’re not going to win. Even if there were something to find, it’s buried under four feet of silt somewhere in Iowa now.’

‘You think you’re free?’

‘I think the flood wiped the slate clean. That’s what floods do.’

‘Not for everyone. Not for a monster like you.’

Rollie stood up and yanked the brim of his baseball cap down on his face. ‘Don’t pretend you know anything about who I am. You don’t.’

‘No, you’re right, I don’t,’ Chris snapped. He stood up, too, his emotions spilling into his voice. ‘I don’t know how any man could be aroused by staring at things that would make most people stab out their eyes.’

‘We’re done here,’ Rollie told him. He zipped up his windbreaker. ‘You’re wasting my time. Like I said, you have nothing.’

Chris slid a tiny flash drive out of his pocket and held it in his fingers for the other lawyer to see. ‘Did you think Florian wouldn’t keep a copy?’

Rollie stared at the sliver of metal. ‘What is that?’

‘You know exactly what it is.’

‘Don’t think you can bluff me.’

‘It’s not a bluff,’ Chris told him. ‘I’ve seen the video, Rollie.’

‘You’re lying.’

‘Kirk didn’t leave anything to chance,’ Chris went on. ‘He videotaped the porn as he put it in the envelope, so everyone would know exactly what was inside. He used that ugly polka dot envelope you can recognize a mile away, too. He videotaped the address as he wrote it down. P.O. Box 24321 in Ortonville. He videotaped the envelope going in the mail. And then you, Rollie. He filmed you picking up the envelope at the Post Office like a kid on Christmas morning. He had you in close-up. You know what the sickest part was? It was obvious you had an erection. It turned you on just thinking about opening up another shipment of that filth.’

Rollie squeezed his eyes shut and said nothing. He knew he was done. He heard the box number, and he knew he was done. Everyone knew. There was no escape. The weight on his soul was so great he could barely breathe.

‘Julia gave me the video,’ Chris told him. ‘With Florian dead, with the truth exposed, she had no reason to keep your secret anymore. Not when she realized it was you who killed her daughter.’

Rollie opened his eyes again, and Chris saw the completeness of his destruction. His life was gone, emptying into a vacuum. The door to hell was open.

‘ How could you, Daddy? ’

The voice jolted Rollie like an electric shock. He spun around, as if expecting to see the devil. Instead, it was Tanya Swenson, screaming at her father.

Tanya stood behind the bench. Her Westie dog squirmed in her arms. Olivia, on crutches, stood next to her. Hannah was there, too, her arms folded over her chest, her face impassive in its fury. So was Michael Altman, accompanied by three police officers.

His daughter’s words, and the look of disgust in her eyes, cut Rollie like the slash of a blade. His mouth fell open. His face twisted into despair. He was choking. Crying. The only emotion more powerful than his self-loathing was how much he loved his little girl, but even that love hadn’t been enough to save him. ‘Baby, you don’t understand.’

‘I saw it,’ she hissed at him. ‘I didn’t want to believe it, but they showed me. How could you? ’

Chris saw Tanya’s face, and her tears couldn’t mask the truth. She’d known. She’d always known. He wondered if that was why she’d come to him and told him about the phone call. She wanted justice for Ashlynn. She wanted to end the suffering once and for all. Even if meant losing her father.

‘You overheard Tanya talking to Olivia on the phone that Friday night, didn’t you?’ Chris asked Rollie. ‘You heard what they’d done, where they’d been. That was your chance. You knew Ashlynn was alone in the ghost town.’

Rollie was silent.

Chris looked at Tanya, who squared her shoulders and wiped the tears from her eyes. She was done covering for him.

‘I saw him leave,’ she said. ‘I was in my bedroom. I heard the car. He came back an hour later. I didn’t say a word. I pretended I didn’t know.’

Rollie’s head sagged. He stared at his lap, as if the worst crime was hearing what he’d done from his daughter’s lips. He could see the future. How she would grow up despising him. How she would see the demon he saw in himself every time he looked in the mirror.

‘Ashlynn was probably excited to see you,’ Chris said. ‘She thought you’d come to rescue her.’

‘I just wanted to know what she’d found out,’ Rollie murmured. ‘I didn’t go there to kill her. I figured she had suspicions, that was all.’

‘But she had more.’

Rollie nodded. ‘She knew what Florian had done. She had proof. It was all in her laptop. She knew everything about Lucia. She’d copied phone records, bank records, travel records from Florian’s computer. She’d found e-mails between them. She knew about all of it.’

‘Except you.’

‘Except me,’ he said.

He looked up at his daughter and reached for her, but Tanya recoiled. She turned and ran away, making wet footprints in the grass, sprinting for the school. He followed every step until she disappeared.

Altman nodded at the cops, who came up to Rollie and took him off the bench and handcuffed him. Rollie was in a daze and didn’t resist. One fat tear trickled onto his cheek. It was followed by another, and another, turning into a flood. He looked as if he would rather be on the bottom of the river, buried like the ruins. They had to help him walk as they led him away.

Chris watched him go, thinking about fathers and daughters. Husbands and wives. Florian losing Ashlynn. Julia losing Florian. Tanya losing Rollie. Marco had it right, as usual. Life changes, my friend. One moment it was in your hand, and the next it was slipping away.

The county attorney turned to Olivia and put a hand on her shoulder. ‘I made a mistake about you, Miss Hawk. I falsely accused you of a terrible crime. I apologize.’

Olivia shook her head. ‘I made a mistake, too. Mine was worse.’

‘You’re sixteen,’ Altman told her. ‘I hate to break this to you, but you have a lifetime of mistakes ahead of you. I think your parents will tell you that the thing about mistakes is learning how to live with them.’

The county attorney winked at Chris, and he marched after the police officers with the precise steps of a soldier.

When everyone else was gone, it was just the three of them in the field. Chris. Olivia. Hannah.

The sun vanished, searing the clouds with streaks of orange. The air got colder.

They were a family torn apart and brought back together. They’d lost everything and won everything. He had exactly what he wanted now; he had what he’d come here for. His home in the city had never been a home without them. Out here they had nowhere to go and nowhere to live, and somehow it didn’t matter to Chris at all.

He went and cupped his daughter’s face, and they bent into each other, forehead to forehead. He felt lucky. He felt saved.

‘I should find Tanya,’ Olivia said. ‘She’s going to need help.’

‘Go.’

His daughter kissed his cheek. ‘Love you, Dad.’