“Sure, okay,” Rona said. “Let me show you where to go.”
Melissa went to the bathroom and a couple of minutes later they were back sitting across from each other. Melissa had one hand on the table and the other on her belly.
“I really love my dad,” she said. “I really do.”
“Of course. And I bet you love your mom, too.”
Melissa looked down.
“Melissa,” Detective Wedmore said gently. “Can you tell me . . . is your mother still alive?”
Melissa mumbled something so softly Rona couldn’t hear what she’d said. “What was that?”
“No.”
“No, she’s not alive?”
“That’s right. Dad’s going to be really mad at me for telling you this.”
“We can make sure he doesn’t hurt you.”
“He wouldn’t hurt me, but he’s going to be super pissed.”
“I can certainly understand that,” Rona said. “But I’m guessing you want to do right by your mother.”
“Yeah, I’ve kind of been thinking that, too.”
“Why don’t we start with you telling me where your mother is.”
“She’s in the car.”
The detective nodded. “This would be your mother’s car. The Nissan.”
“That’s right.”
“And where’s the car, Melissa?”
“It’s at the bottom of the lake.”
The detective nodded again. “Okay. What lake would that be?”
“I don’t know the name of it, but I think I could show you how to get there. It’s about an hour’s drive, I guess. Although, even if I take you there, I don’t know where exactly it is in the lake. And the ice has probably already frozen over. It’s been cold. I just know she’s in the lake. In the car.”
“Okay, that’s not a problem. We have divers for that kind of thing.”
Melissa looked surprised. “They can go in the water even when it’s super cold? And when there’s ice?”
“Oh yeah, they’ve got these special wetsuits that help keep them warm.”
“I couldn’t do that. Swim in freezing cold water. I can’t even go in a pool unless it’s like eighty-five or ninety.”
Wedmore gave her a warm smile. “I’m like that, too. It’s got to be soup before I’ll get in. So, Melissa, your father, he put the car in the water?”
“Yep. He drove out onto the lake, where the ice was thin. Then he waited for the car to go through.” She started to tear up. “And then it did.”
“How do you know this, Melissa? Did your father tell you what he did?”
“I saw it. I saw the car go through the ice.”
“Where were you?”
“I was on the shore, watching.” A solitary tear ran down her cheek. She bit her lip, trying to hold it together.
“Why were you there?”
“Dad needed a c
ar to come back. I drove up behind him.”
“So you saw all this?”
Melissa nodded.
“Melissa, do you know a woman named Laci Harmon?”
“I know who she is. She works at the Home Depot with my dad.”
“Do you know whether they’re close friends?”
Melissa cast her eyes down. “I think they’ve been having an affair.”
“How long do you think that’s been going on?”
“I don’t know. I only saw them the one time.”
“When was that?”
“Like, a month ago? I was driving past a hotel and I saw my dad’s car and I saw her in the front seat with him. They were kind of making out a little.”
“How did that make you feel?”
“Sad. And kind of . . . creepy.”
“Did you tell your father you’d seen him with this woman?”
“No.”
“What about your mother? Did you tell her?”
“No, I didn’t tell her. I kept hoping maybe I was wrong, maybe I didn’t see what I thought I saw, so I didn’t want to say anything.”
“Do you think that’s why your father killed your mother? Because of this woman? That maybe he wanted to run away with her?”
Melissa blinked. “What?”
Wedmore repeated the question, and added, “It happens, you know. A man starts seeing another woman, his wife finds out about it, they have a fight, and then, well, you know. The wife ends up dead.”
“Is that what you think happened?”
“It’s one possibility. But maybe you know differently. Do you know why your father killed your mother?”
“Dad didn’t kill her. Is that what you’ve been thinking?”
Now it was Wedmore’s turn to look surprised.
“Isn’t that why you’re here, Melissa?”
The dead woman’s daughter sighed and shook her head. “I guess I should start at the beginning.”
Fifteen
When Keisha Ceylon saw the pink sash drop past her eyes, she reached up instinctively to get her fingers between it and her neck. But she wasn’t quick enough. Wendell Garfield wrapped it tightly around her throat and began to twist.
“I swear, I don’t know how you know, but you’re not going to tell anyone,” he said.