“He was murdered because of what happened here in Mattauk,” Art replied. “You’ve been telling me that the story is bigger than anyone knows—that there are other people involved in what happened at the Harding house. And you know what? You are totally right. One of them just murdered a podcast host. Do you honestly think our family is safe if we stay here?”
Jo felt like the floor was dissolving under her feet. “So you’re saying you want to leave Mattauk. What about Furious Fitness? What about my career?”
“What about Lucy, Jo?” he demanded.
“Don’t go there,” Jo warned her husband darkly. He’d hit her weak spot. “You know I always put Lucy first.”
Art nodded. “You’re right, and I’m sorry. Look, you don’t need to close down the gym for good. Let’s rent a place in the city for a few months while I work on the play. Put your self-defense club on hold and let Heather run Furious Fitness in the meantime. You can pop in and check on her whenever you like. But I’d feel a lot better if you and Lucy were in the city with me.”
“What would I do all day while you’re at work?” Jo asked.
“Same thing I’ve been doing for the past couple of years,” Art told her.
Jo tried her best to hide how much the idea horrified her.
Two hours later, she was pounding a treadmill, fleeing from a gaping void that was opening underneath her. Lucy sat in one of the windows that lined the street-facing side of Furious Fitness’s second floor, reading a battered copy of Carrie. Several concerned citizens had already informed Jo that the content of the book wasn’t suitable for an eleven-year-old. But Jo went by the rule her father had imposed when she was a child of Lucy’s age. If you’re old enough to understand all the words, he always said, you’re old enough to read it. The rule had driven her mother completely insane, and yet she’d never once challenged it.
As Jo recalled, her parents’ relationship had been a Venn diagram with a thin sliver of overlap. Each had their own distinct spheres of influence. Her father ruled the family finances, the kids’ education, the television schedule, and the yard. Her mother, meanwhile, was the undisputed queen of all social events, children’s attire, meals, and manners. In the house they’d shared for fifty years, her parents’ only common ground had been the dining-room table and the master bed. In her younger years, Jo had found the arrangement old-fashioned and inflexible. She had sworn her marriage would be different. But it hadn’t been. Not really. Now Art was asking to swap spheres for a while. It was a reasonable request. Sensible. Logical. The truth was, she just didn’t want to.
She was running from the thought when she saw Lucy wave to someone who’d just walked up the stairs. Then Claude’s frantic face appeared beside her, and Jo pulled out her headphones.
“Jo! You almost gave me a heart attack!” Claude cried. “People are dropping like flies around here! It’s not a good time to stop answering your phone!”
“Sorry.” Jo hit the cooldown button, and the treadmill slowed to a crawl. As soon as she’d gotten to the gym, she’d shoved her phone into one of the drawers at the front desk. She knew Art would be texting about his plan, and she wasn’t ready to talk. “You heard about Josh Gibbon?”
“It’s all over the news! They say your friend found him—the lady I met here the other day?”
“Nessa.”
“Such a terrible tragedy. And what an awful thing for your friend to see. Didn’t Nessa find the girl down by Danskammer Beach, too?” Claude asked. “Does she have some kind of secret power for finding dead bodies or something?”
“It was my fault that Nessa found Josh,” Jo said, sidestepping the question. “I was the one who asked her to go talk to him.”
“I know. I was there when you asked,” Claude said. “I still don’t understand it. Didn’t he throw you under the bus when he apologized for having you guys on the show?”
“Yeah, but we discovered something new about the murders and we couldn’t go to the cops or the newspapers with it. We were hoping Josh could help.”
“Oh my God. What did you find?”
Jo didn’t hesitate. “Remember Chief Rocca—the cop they interviewed on Newsnight?” she asked, and Claude nodded. “He claimed Spencer took off in his helicopter before the police had a chance to arrest him. But Rocca was at the Harding house right before Spencer fled.”
“I’ve met Rocca,” Claude said. “He’s been at a few parties on the Pointe. You really think he let Spencer escape?”
“That’s exactly what I think. He should have arrested Spencer, but he didn’t—probably because he’s involved in it all. And we know Rocca has a thing for young girls. He tried to drag a teenager into his car in July.”
“In July?” Claude seemed shocked. “But Spencer died in June.”
“Yep, which means Rocca is still at it.”
“How did you find out about all of this?”
“Reliable sources,” Jo said. “Do you think there might be security footage from the Pointe that shows Rocca at Harding’s house?”
“Of course,” Claude said. “The entire neighborhood is covered by cameras. And the guys at the front gate keep a log of everyone who visits and the time they arrive. So yeah, if Rocca was there that night, we can definitely prove it. I’ll be happy to gather the evidence.”
“That would be great,” Jo said. “’Cause until we round up all the bad guys, there’s a chance I could end up dead. There’s no doubt in my mind that Rocca was responsible for Josh Gibbon’s death.”
“Then let’s take the bastard down,” Claude said. “I’m not going to stand by and let him murder anyone else. If he touches a hair on your head, I’ll kill him myself.”
“My husband would prefer that I avoid getting murdered in the first place. This whole thing has got him really worried,” Jo admitted. “Art’s doing some work in the city, and he wants Lucy and me to move there for a while. I know it’s a lot to ask, but maybe we could pause our self-defense program until things get under control?”
“You can’t go to Manhattan,” Claude announced with her arms crossed and her mind clearly made up.
“I can’t?” Jo felt her heart sink.
“Of course not. Brooklyn is a much better place to live these days. Leonard owns a building downtown. The ground floor would make a great location for the first New York City branch of Furious Fitness. If we started a club there, we’d get girls from every possible background, which is exactly what we want. And I happen to know that there’s a great three-bedroom apartment available on the tenth floor. We could throw that in as part of the bargain.”
“You’re serious?” Jo asked.
“Completely,” Claude said.
“Why would you do something like that for me?”
Claude’s nose wrinkled as if the conversation had gone bad. “That is a question no man would ever ask. I’m not your fairy godmother, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she told Jo. “I’m doing it because I’ll never be able to find a partner who’s as good as you.”
Five minutes after Franklin got up to make breakfast, Nessa opened her eyes to see Breanna and Jordan standing at the end of her bed in front of the window. The sunlight streamed around them, forming heavenly coronas around their bodies. Nessa sat straight up and shrieked at the sight.