“And Abby?” Sara asked, watching his hands. She remembered the first time he had tied her shoe for her. They had been in the woods, and she hadn’t been sure how she felt about him until that very moment when he had knelt down in front of her. Watching him now, all she could wonder was how she had ever not known how much she needed him in her life.
“Get back,” Jeffrey shooed Billy and Bob as the dogs tried to catch the moving laces. Jeffrey finished the double knot, then straightened, taking the leash. “I don’t know about Abby. Terri’s evidence put the cyanide in his hands, but she’s not here to tell the tale. Dale’s not exactly gonna brag about how he told Paul to use the salts.” He put his arm back around her waist, pulling her closer as they continued walking. “Rebecca’s shaky. Esther told me I could talk to her tomorrow.”
“Do you think she’ll give you anything useful?”
“No,” he admitted. “All she can say is that she found some papers Abby left. Hell, she can’t even say for sure whether or not Abby left them. She didn’t hear what happened with Terri because she was in the closet the whole time and she can’t testify about the burials because it’s hearsay. Even if a judge let it in, Cole was the one who put the girls in the boxes. Paul kept his hands clean.” He admitted, “He covered his tracks pretty well.”
Sara said, “I don’t imagine even a slick lawyer from Atlanta will be able to put a good spin on the fact that his client’s entire family is willing to testify against him.” Oddly, that was the real threat to Paul Ward. Not only had he forged his family’s signatures on the policies, he had cashed checks written out to them and pocketed the money. The fraud alone could keep him in prison until he was an old man.
“His secretary’s recanted, too,” Jeffrey told her. “She says Paul didn’t work late that night after all.”
“What about the people on the farm who died? The workers Paul had policies on.”
“Could be they just died and Paul lucked out,” he said, though she knew he didn’t believe that. Even if he wanted to prosecute, there was nothing Jeffrey could do to find any evidence of foul play. The nine bodies had been cremated and their families- if they had any- had given up on them long ago.
He told her, “Cole’s murder is the same story. There weren’t any prints but his on the coffee jar. Paul’s fingerprints were in the apartment, but so were everybody else’s.”
“I think Cole got his own justice,” she said, aware that she was being harsh. In her years before Jeffrey, Sara had had the luxury of seeing the law in very black-and-white terms. She had trusted the courts to do their jobs, jurors to take their oaths seriously. Living with a cop had made her do a sharp about-face.
“You did a good job,” she told him.
“I’ll feel like that’s true when Paul Ward’s sitting on death row.”
Sara would rather see the man live out the rest of his natural life behind bars, but she wasn’t about to start a death penalty discussion with Jeffrey. This was the one thing that he couldn’t change her mind on, no matter how hard he tried.
They had reached the Linton house, and Sara saw her father kneeling in front of her mother’s white Buick. He was washing the car, using a toothbrush to clean out the spokes on the tire rims.
“Hey, Daddy,” Sara said, kissing the top of his head.
“Your mother was out at that farm,” Eddie grumbled, dipping the toothbrush into some soapy water. He was obviously bothered that Cathy had paid her old boyfriend a visit, but had decided to take it out on the car instead. “I told her to take my truck, but does she ever listen to me?”
Sara was aware that as usual her father had not bothered to acknowledge Jeffrey’s presence. She said, “Daddy?”
“Huh?” he grumbled.
“I wanted to tell you…” She waited for him to look up. “Jeffrey and I are living together.”
“No shit,” Eddie said, returning to the tire.
“We’re thinking of getting another dog.”
“Congratulations,” he answered, his tone far from celebratory.
“And getting married,” she added.
The toothbrush paused, and beside her, Jeffrey actually gasped.
Eddie brushed at a speck of tar with the toothbrush. He looked up at Sara, then at Jeffrey. “Here,” he said, holding the toothbrush out to Jeffrey. “If you’re going to be part of this family again, you’ve got to take your share of responsibilities.”
Sara took Billy’s leash from Jeffrey so that he could take off his jacket. He handed it to her, saying, “Thanks.”
She gave him her sweetest smile. “My pleasure.”
Jeffrey took the brush and knelt beside her father, going at the spokes in earnest.
This obviously wasn’t good enough for Eddie. He instructed, “Put some elbow grease into it. My girls can do a better job than that.”
Sara put her hand to her mouth so that they wouldn’t see her smile.
She left them alone to either bond or kill each other, tying the dogs’ leashes around the railing on the front porch. Inside, there was a burst of laughter from the kitchen, and Sara walked down the hall, thinking that it felt like years had passed instead of six days since the last time she had made this trip.
Cathy and Bella were almost in the exact place as before, Bella sitting at the kitchen table with a newspaper, Cathy working at the stove.
“What’s going on?” Sara asked, kissing her mother’s cheek as she stole a piece of bacon off the plate.
“I’m leaving,” Bella told her. “This is my farewell breakfast.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Sara answered. “I feel like I haven’t even seen you.”
“Because you haven’t,” Bella pointed out. She waved off Sara’s apology. “You’ve been tied up with your work stuff.”
“Where are you going to go?”
“ Atlanta,” Bella said, then gave her a wink. “Take a long nap before you come see me.”
Sara rolled her eyes.
“I mean it, sugar,” Bella told her. “Come see me.”
“I might be a little busy for a while,” Sara began, not quite knowing how to deliver her news. She felt a foolish grin on her lips as she waited for their undivided attention.
“What is it?” her mother asked.
“I’ve decided to marry Jeffrey.”
Cathy turned back to the stove, saying, “Well, that took long enough. It’s a wonder he still wants you.”
“Thanks a lot,” Sara answered, wondering why she even bothered.
“Don’t mind your mama, darling,” Bella said, rising from the table. She hugged Sara hard, saying, “Congratulations.”
“Thank you,” Sara responded in a pointed tone, mostly for her mother’s benefit. Cathy seemed oblivious.
Bella folded the paper and tucked it under her arm. “I’ll leave y’all to talk,” she told them. “Don’t say anything bad about me unless I can hear it.”
Sara watched her mother’s back, wondering why she wasn’t speaking. Finally, Sara couldn’t stand the silence, and said, “I thought you’d be happy for me.”
“I’m happy for Jeffrey,” Cathy told her. “You took your own damn sweet time.”
Sara folded Jeffrey’s jacket over the back of Bella’s chair and sat down. She was ready for a lecture on her own failings, so she was surprised at Cathy’s next words.
“Bella told me you went to that church with your sister.”
Sara wondered what else her aunt had told her mother. “Yes, ma’am.”
“You met Thomas Ward?”
“Yes,” Sara repeated, dropping the ma’am. “He seems like a very nice man.”
Cathy tapped her fork on the side of the skillet before turning around. She folded her arms over her chest. “Do you have a question to ask me, or would you rather take the cowardly route and filter it through your aunt Bella again?”
Sara felt a flush work its way up her neck to her face. She hadn’t thought it through at the time, but her mother was right. Sara had mentioned her fears to Bella because she knew her aunt would take it back to her mother.