Blood Loss

18

In the command center at the Sheriff’s Office, extra desks had been brought in from other offices, making it almost impossible to move around the room.

‘These desks are breeding,’ said Ren, squeezing through them to reach Gary’s at the back. He was sitting very still with his hands resting on the keys of his laptop. Ren leaned over the chest-height partition in front of him.

‘If you ever wanted to bring the lab to a standstill, you could bag all your fears and send them in.’ She went over to her desk and brought back anti-bacterial wipes. ‘Here,’ she said. ‘Don’t be a hero.’

Gary started wiping things down.

‘Just wondering,’ said Ren, ‘how long will the CARD team be here?’

Gary shrugged. ‘Just a couple days. Why?’

‘Just wondering.’ Ren pulled away, and glanced down at her white shirt. There was a line of dirt across it from the top of the partition.

‘Ew,’ she said. She could hear her cell phone ringing on her desk.

‘Pardon me,’ she said, running over to it. It was her brother, Matt.

‘Hey, Ren, I wanted to say thank you for the gifts you sent Ethan.’

‘My pleasure,’ said Ren.

Silence.

Ren started walking toward the interview room.

‘Are you sure you can afford them?’ said Matt.

Ren stopped walking. ‘Mm … what?’

‘Just … I know that things have been a little tight … and I was wondering … don’t get me wrong-’

‘Oh, I’m not getting you wrong,’ said Ren. ‘I think I’m getting you right.’

‘Don’t be like that,’ said Matt.

‘What’s your point?’ said Ren. ‘I shop, therefore, I’m manic?’

‘Just … shopping when you can’t afford it …’ said Matt.

‘Then there are a lot of bipolar people in the world,’ said Ren. ‘Many of them women with great shoes.’

‘Just … there’s no need to buy Ethan gifts, he’s only a baby-’

‘I can buy my only nephew whatever I like,’ said Ren. ‘Now you are calling me to complain about gifts? Who does that?’

‘I’m not complaining about gifts,’ said Matt. ‘I’m thanking you for them, and hoping that buying them didn’t put you under financial strain.’

Ren laughed. ‘They’re onesies from Target,’ said Ren. ‘I don’t think I’ll be on the streets …’

‘Onesies from Target, a snowsuit from Saks, two sweaters from Baby Gap, booties from Macy’s, two pillows from Pottery Barn Kids, a hat from somewhere …’

‘Are you seriously reading labels?’ said Ren.

‘I’m just worried,’ said Matt.

‘Please don’t worry, Matt. Please. Get on with your life.’

‘I’m concerned your judgment is impaired … that’s what happens.’

‘Impaired judgment? How technical …’ said Ren.

Matt took in a deep breath. ‘OK, let’s forget all that. Tell me, how is your new man?’

‘Gorgeous, and sweet, and fun, and amazing. This could-’

‘Be IT?’ said Matt.

Ren paused. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Nothing,’ said Matt.

‘I can’t just think someone is amazing without there being an issue?’ said Ren.

‘You know him two weeks,’ said Matt.

‘Unbelievable, isn’t it?’ said Ren, ‘that someone can take less than ten years to propose …’

‘Propose?’ said Matt. ‘What do you mean-’

‘Not like that,’ said Ren. ‘I’m saying you took ten years to propose to Lauren, so you’re hardly a swept-off-your-feet kind of person …’

‘But being repeatedly swept off your feet is a true sign of love?’ said Matt.

‘Wow,’ said Ren.

‘I’m sorry,’ said Matt. ‘I am. That was-’

‘No, no,’ said Ren. ‘Kick me when I’m up. I love that.’

‘I didn’t mean to-’

‘I can’t really talk,’ said Ren. ‘But thanks for your over-concern. It’s amazing.’

Mark Whaley was sitting with a detective in the interview room. They were talking sport. He had a glass of water cupped between his hands. He stopped talking when Ren walked in, and looked up at her with hopeful eyes.

‘How did the press conference go?’ he said.

‘We issued photos of the girls, the Sheriff made an appeal to the public, and corrected any misinformation they had,’ said Ren. ‘The media wants to help.’

And wants to demonize your wife.

She sat down opposite him. ‘Can we talk about the forty minutes between when you left the restaurant to when you returned?’ said Ren.

‘What?’ said Mark. ‘Forty minutes? It was twenty. Where did you get forty minutes from?’

‘There are forty minutes unaccounted for,’ said Ren.

‘There couldn’t be … but even if there was …’

‘Forty minutes,’ said Ren. ‘You left the table at eleven thirty-five p.m. You told us that yourself. And we have a text from your wife, sent to her sister at twelve fifteen a.m. saying “Gotta go … he’s back”.’

‘But … forty minutes?’ said Mark. ‘I’m sorry — I had no idea. I …’

‘It’s quite a long time,’ said Ren.

‘Did that text send when it was supposed to send? This makes no sense to me.’

‘It did send when it was supposed to send,’ said Ren. ‘So, it’s a proven fact that you were gone for forty minutes. And thirty minutes later, you discovered that your daughter and her sitter were gone.’

‘I … that might sound bad,’ said Mark. ‘But I had nothing to do with this. I don’t know what’s going on here.’

‘Mr Whaley,’ said Ren. ‘The reason your wife was texting her sister was … because you were gone so long. We’ve talked to her, we’ve gone through some of her correspondence …’ Ren paused. ‘Did you know that your wife thinks you’re having an affair?’

‘I didn’t know that — not until last night.’

‘But you didn’t think to mention that?’ said Ren.

‘Because I’m not having an affair!’ said Mark. ‘I didn’t want you going down a route that would lead to a dead end. I would never have an affair. I’ve never cheated on anyone … if I didn’t have affairs when I was a raving alcoholic, I’m not going to start now. I love my wife.’

‘Are you saying, for the record, that you are not having an affair?’

‘Yes,’ said Mark. ‘I am not having an affair. Never have, never will.’

‘Your wife said that you spend a lot of time at the office.’

‘Yes, I do,’ said Mark, ‘but I’m in the den at home more. Why is she saying all these things? I don’t get it. Why now? This is just going to distract everyone.’

I’m ignoring that. ‘As part of an investigation like this,’ said Ren, ‘we would ask close family members to submit to a polygraph.’

Mark Whaley stared at her. ‘So you don’t believe a word I’m saying.’

‘It’s standard practice to ask for a polygraph,’ said Ren.

‘Uh … I … well, go ahead, then. I’ve got nothing to hide.’

‘You are willing to take a polygraph …’ said Ren.

‘Yes,’ said Mark. ‘Absolutely.’

She stood up. ‘Thank you.’

He nodded.

‘You’ve been stuck here for hours,’ said Ren. ‘Would you like to get a coffee in the break room?’

Mark nodded. ‘That would be great. Thank you.’