“Okay.”
“When she was young, she worked for the county.” Beckett smoothed the quilt. “Specifically, she worked for the comptroller.”
“She was a bookkeeper?”
“An accountant,” Beckett said. “Gideon’s father worked for the county, too. He was an assistant county manager, believe it or not. A different man before his wife died. Young, ambitious. He didn’t drink. Didn’t even smoke.”
“I remember he was working with Adrian and Francis.”
“A quarter million dollars were missing from the county treasury. He was helping Adrian and Francis figure it out. They were close. Another week and they’d have found her.”
Elizabeth saw it, then. “Your wife.”
“I couldn’t let her go to prison. She had a problem then, but not anymore. Gambling in secret. Stupid stuff that caught her out. She’s not a bad person. You know her. You have to believe that.”
“She was stealing funds, and Adrian was close to figuring it out.”
“I just wanted him distracted. That’s it. I thought the beer can would make him look sloppy, make people doubt. It was just a distraction. Liz, please…”
But, she had to walk away, down the porch and back. “You planted evidence in a murder case. You implicated another cop.”
“I didn’t know about the scratches or the DNA match. I didn’t think Adrian would go to prison. When the match came back, I thought he was guilty, that I’d actually helped.”
“You didn’t.”
“I know that.”
“We could have caught the real killer—”
“I thought we had the real killer! Don’t you see the horrible truth of it? I thought I’d done this selfish thing and gotten lucky. I thought it was providence.”
Elizabeth stared out at the street, feeling the weight of it. The can led to Adrian, then to the blood sample and the DNA match. It led to his conviction, his torture, and all the evil the warden had brought into Elizabeth’s life. “Without the can we might have caught my father thirteen years ago. Lauren Lester, Ramona Morgan, Adrian’s wife. They might all have lived. Eleven women, Charlie. We could have stopped it.”
“Maybe.”
“Is that what you tell yourself so you can sleep at night?”
“I’d apologize a thousand times if I thought it would help.”
But Elizabeth didn’t want to hear his apologies or explanations. It was all so clear. A stupid crime and a simple misdirection, prison and pointless death, ripples on some foreign shore. “Tell me about the warden.”
“We were friends before I knew what kind of man he was. I got drunk once and told him what happened. My wife, the beer can. He’s held the truth over me ever since.”
“What did he want?”
“Adrian’s location. He wanted that, and he wanted you to stay clear. That’s it. That’s all.”
“Until he tortured Gideon and killed my father.”
“Liz—”
“The innocent people in that motel room.”
Beckett looked down. He had no words.
“Does your wife know?”
“None of it. She can’t. It would kill her.”
Elizabeth leaned against the porch rail, crossed her arms.
“What are you going to do?” Beckett asked.
“About you? That’s Adrian’s decision.”
“Liz, listen…”
She didn’t plan to listen. The anger was too intense. It was all so stupid and needless and destructive. She felt the love for Charlie down deep, but like a shadow on her heart. Her father should have been stopped years ago. Those women should be alive, and Adrian should never have gone to prison. What excuse was there? What path to forgiveness?
She was about to leave without another word, to turn on her heel and never look back, but she saw Charlie’s wife in the open door, Carol, who’d started it all.
“Hello, Liz.” She stepped onto the porch, a soft, round woman with warm eyes and a broad, rich smile. “I’m so happy to see you.”
“Are you?”
Elizabeth felt the stiffness and the cold, but Carol seemed oblivious. She swept across the porch, wrapped her arms around Elizabeth, and pulled her into all that softness. “You poor thing. What you’ve suffered, my God. You poor, sweet, unfortunate thing.” Elizabeth kept her guard up, but Carol’s affection was unstoppable. “Charlie told me you saved his life, that he’d have died without you. Thank you for that, for my husband’s life.”
She stepped back, and Elizabeth wondered at the lie Charlie had told. There was such love between him and Carol, and maybe that’s why he’d done it, so Elizabeth would be part of that, too. She didn’t know, and looking at Carol’s broad, beaming face, she didn’t really care. The past was past, and she was moving on.
“You should know,” Elizabeth said, “that Charlie would do anything for you.” She held Carol’s eyes. “Anything at all. That’s how much he loves you.”