Callum had called ahead, and they were quickly led to Desiree Atkins’s cell by one of the guards. As the door opened and then clanged shut behind them, Atkins never once looked up. She was sitting in the one chair in the room that was bolted to the floor, and was dressed in prison duds.
She was staring at her hands like they contained all of her problems and none of the solutions. She had a bandage taped over her cheek, and the skin around her eye was now yellow and purple.
Pine leaned against the upper bunk while Blum stood near the door. The jailer had moved away to give them as much privacy as one could expect in a place such as this.
“What the hell do you two want?” asked Atkins, glancing up. “Come to gloat?”
“We came for a chat,” replied Pine.
“Go screw yourself. And I’m suing your ass for assault. I might have brain trauma.”
“Yeah, you definitely have something off in your head, but it had nothing to do with me. And you have the time to talk since you won’t be leaving here anytime soon. No bail because you’re a flight risk,” said Pine. “And they know all about Georgia.”
Atkins’ eyes glittered with hatred. “Good. And I can tell them how Becky killed my husband. They need to put her in prison for murder.”
“You can try, but your imprisoning her for all those years will mean whatever you say will not pass the smell test,” said Pine. “Even if she killed Joe, she had every right to. He was just going to lock her up again. Enslaved people have an absolute right to do whatever it takes to get free. We actually fought a civil war over that.”
“What do you care about Becky? It’s been, what, almost twenty years? Give it a rest.”
Pine curled her long fingers around the bunk support post primarily so she couldn’t form a fist with them and have another go at the woman.
Blum noted this, stepped forward, and said, “Why did you do it, Desiree? Why did you treat Mercy the way you did?”
Atkins snarled, “What exactly did I do? I’ll tell you! I took the kid in when no one else wanted her. This guy plopped her in Wanda’s lap. Like she could take care of a six-year-old? Give me a break. She smoked so many packs of cigarettes a day she got winded going for the mail. The kid would’ve died but for me. I should be getting a medal, not a prison sentence.”
Pine said, “You abused her. You tortured her. You locked her in a hole in the wall in the woods. You call that doing her a favor?”
Atkins turned pink with indignation. “She was wild. She was uncontrollable. We had to lock her up. If you had only seen her back then.”
“So she wouldn’t escape, you mean?”
“I don’t have to tell you anything else.”
“But if you do, I can put in a good word for you.”
“Right, shave two years off whatever I’m going to get? No thanks.”
“Did she ever mention her family?” persisted Pine. “Did she ever tell you what happened to her? What her real name was? Did you ever even ask?”
Atkins waved all this off. “I had my own problems!”
“You can tell us nothing?”
“I can tell you plenty. I choose not to. That’s my right! And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it, bitch.”
“Wanda told us you tried, but could never have kids of your own,” said Blum.
Atkins shot her a cruel look. “What’s your role here, granny, to be the good cop? Guilt me into saying something? Don’t waste your time, hag.”
“I mean, you must have wanted children. You took Mercy in, like you said,” Blum added, while Pine watched her with a curious expression.
“Damn right. I took her in when nobody else would, like I said. I did her a favor. And what did I get out of it? Heartache and misery.”
“So you did care for her, at some point?”
Atkins calmed a bit and the vindictive look in her eyes faded somewhat. “I took care of her. I dressed her and fed her. She was clean. Until . . . until we moved her where we did.”
Blum sat down on the bunk opposite Atkins and said in a quiet voice, “Because she was unruly? Because you were fearful of what she might do? That’s understandable.”
Pine shot Blum a look but remained quiet.
“Yes! She terrorized us. By the time she was eleven she was taller than Joe. When Becky hit thirteen she grew like a weed. She was huge. At fifteen she was over six feet and strong as a horse. Joe always took the gun when we went out to the woods. I insisted on that. And when he was gone during the day, I had to keep the gun on her while she was doing work for us. It got so we had to make her do most of her chores after Joe got home because I was scared to be around her alone, even with the gun! If we’d let her stay in the house she would have killed us in our sleep. It was like . . . having a wild animal around. Even when she was out in the woods, I barely got any rest. I was a nervous wreck all the time.”
Pine inwardly seethed at these callous remarks. As though Atkins’s misery had been greater than her sister’s. As though Mercy was at fault somehow. But she said nothing. Blum was obviously working on something, and Pine wanted to let it play out.
“And she probably kept secrets from you,” said Blum. “People like that often do.”
“She did!” said a now-animated Atkins. “Exactly. Joe said she didn’t. But what did he know? He tried to trust her when she was still little. She just suckered him.”
Blum said, “Men are clueless about reading women. We both know that. When you get to a certain age, like we both are, it becomes very clear.”
Atkins pointed at Blum and grinned. “You hit it right on the head. Men! They’re moronic when it comes to women. They don’t know how we think. The head games we play. The manipulation we use.” She said in a little-girl voice, “ ‘Oh, big, strong man, you’re so much smarter than me, can you come over here and do everything I tell you to do?’ ” She grimaced. “And see where that got Joe? An early grave.”
“But you weren’t fooled,” said Blum.
Atkins shook her head and tacked on a cackle. “I saw right through her. I knew what she was about. She didn’t fool me for one minute. All this innocent crap. Trying to get Joe on her side. It was disgusting.”
Pine reached into her pocket and her fingers closed around her phone. She slid it out but kept it behind her back.
Blum noted this, but Atkins didn’t. She was staring at the floor, lost in her own self-pity. Blum rose and moved so she was in front of Pine, blocking Atkins’s view of her.
Pine quickly flicked through her screens and tapped on a couple of images.
Blum said, “But unlike Joe you were probably able to get her to talk. To reveal things she didn’t want to reveal because you were smarter than she was.”
Atkins looked up with a desolate expression. “Joe never gave me credit for anything. I was the one who told him to go into the security business when he lost his job. I helped him get started and then got him clients. And I was the one who told him we needed to put that girl in a cage. I knew she was nuts. The man that took her? Wanda said he told her Becky’s parents wanted to kill her. And they probably had good reason. I came to see that. He saved Becky from whatever she was involved in, but he did us no favors, that’s for damn sure.”