“Lie to me again, and it’ll be the last thing you ever do,” I warn her, tired of her denial when we both know the truth.
She begins sobbing, curling into a ball. I look down at the woman I once cared for and feel nothing but hate and revulsion. How can I possibly still be shocked by the evil that lives within some people after seeing so much in my life? A woman who doesn’t care for her child, though, is the dregs of society; my own mother had instilled that in me long ago. “I’m sorry,” she cries repeatedly.
I walk away in disgust, looking out the dirty window that faces the street until I’ve regained control. “Quiet!” I snap, and her sobs stop as suddenly as they had started. No doubt another ploy to deceive me. “Someone will come back within the hour to pick you up and take you to the police station. You will have a chance for one tiny scrap of redemption by going to the police today and recanting your earlier testimony about Lia and your husband. You will corroborate every word Lia said in that courtroom and also add any relevant testimony of your own concerning your time with Jim Dawson.”
“Bu…But, they’ll lock me up for lying on the stand,” she protests, shaking her head.
Kneeling, I take her chin in a grasp that is filled with barely restrained fury. “And I give a fuck about what happens to you about as much as you gave a fuck about my daughter. You’ll give your statement, and you had better not miss a single fucking detail. I’ll have someone privy to every word you say, so you can rest assured I’ll know if you try to screw me over. When and if they release you, you’ll be relocated permanently. You will never return to North Carolina, or to any of the states surrounding it. If you do, I’ll end you. Don’t mistake my leniency for kindness. You’re the mother of my child no matter how pathetic you have been at the job.”
“Why can’t I just leave now?” she pleads. “The police aren’t going to believe me.”
I shake my head in wonder. “Still the same selfish bitch to the bitter end, aren’t you? Just when I think you can’t possibly fall further in my eyes, you manage to prove me wrong. I’ve known the worst scum of the Earth, and yet somehow you make them look like pillars of the community. You really would not lift one hand willingly to help your daughter, would you?” For a moment, I think I see a small flicker of shame flit across her face, but it’s gone so fast I’m not sure if it was ever there. Still holding her face, I carefully enunciate each word. “YOU WILL DO AS I SAY OR WHAT THE POLICE MAY DO TO YOU WILL PALE IN COMPARISION TO WHAT I’M CAPABLE OF.” I give her a moment for my words to sink in before shaking her chin and asking, “Now, have I been completely clear with you?”
“Yes,” she whispers as what looks like the first genuine tear she’s shed since I’ve been here slips down her cheek. I drop my hold on her, feeling the need to wash my hands.
I take out my phone, calling Peter and arranging for him to come immediately. While we’re waiting for him, I take a chair from the kitchen and sit next to where she is now lying on the floor, slumped with defeat. Looking at my watch, I’m irritated to realize that so much of my afternoon has been wasted here dealing with someone I’ve come to loathe almost overnight. “Now, Maria, I need to know one last thing. Where is your husband?” The smile I give her seems to chill her to her very bones.
Chapter Seven
Lia
I’ve been home from the hospital for a week now, and it’s been chock-full of surprises. On my second day, we were notified my mother had turned herself in to the police for lying under oath, child abuse, and child endangerment. She could also be charged as an accessory in my attack if it’s proven she had knowledge of it. I am still in shock over the whole thing. What could have possibly brought about this sudden change of heart? Actually, the heart has nothing to do with it, because she doesn’t have one; she never has.
Detective Michaels had dropped by to tell us the news in person. After she was gone, Lucian had pulled me into his arms and held me as if I were made of spun glass. He’s been so restless and edgy since we returned home from the hospital that I was hopeful the news of my mother’s confession would bring him some relief. Lucian is a man almost constantly in motion, and I’m afraid this inactivity is starting to get to him. I’ve tried to talk him into returning to his office, at least for a half of a day. His new habit of pacing is beginning to drive me crazy.