Joe Victim

Chapter Thirty-Three

“You weren’t supposed to see any of that,” Raphael says.

Melissa turns from the wall toward him. He’s standing in the doorway, wearing the towel and the underwear beneath and nothing else. “What is this room?” she asks.

He takes a step toward her. “This used to be our daughter’s bedroom when she used to live at home with us. When she moved out, we turned it into a study and all her childhood stuff was put into storage. When she died we set the room up how she used to have it as a kid.”

“Not exactly how she had it,” Melissa says, looking at the wall with newspaper articles pinned to it. This is quite fascinating. She can imagine Raphael sitting in here on the edge of the bed staring at this wall, plotting his revenge, the day turning to evening to dark to the middle of the night. Obsession mixed in with a little bit of alcohol.

“Like I said, you weren’t supposed to be in here,” he says, taking another step toward her. He reminds her of her own father when she was being naughty. He would grab her by the arm and lead her away. Raphael looks like he wants to do just that.

“I had to go somewhere,” Melissa says, “otherwise that policeman would have seen me.”

“Would it have been a big deal if he had?”

“No, no I suppose not,” Melissa says, but yes, it would have been a very big deal. What she has found in his dead daughter’s bedroom is good. Really good.

“I suppose you want an explanation,” he says.

“I think with what we’re planning on doing together, yes.”

“Are you going to go to the police?”

“That depends on your explanation,” she says, but no, of course not.

“Give me a minute to get dressed,” he says. “And I don’t want you waiting in here. This was Angela’s room.”

Melissa heads into the lounge and takes a seat. She had waited in here earlier, listening to Raphael and Schroder until it became obvious they were coming inside. From Angela’s room she had been able to hear them clearly, and at the same time she had studied all the interesting stuff pinned to the walls that no teenage girl would ever find interesting.

Raphael comes in a minute later. He’s wearing the clothes he was wearing when they were out shooting, minus the boots. He definitely looked better topless, and definitely looked a whole lot better when he was in uniform. The casual handsomeness he usually displays has disappeared, his face lined with strain. He sits down on the couch opposite her and picks his water up from the coffee table and drinks half of it and then gets back up and goes into the kitchen and comes back out with a bottle of bourbon. He finishes his water and fills the glass back up with the good stuff. He offers some to Melissa and she shakes her head. It could hurt her fake baby.

“At least now you know I’m going to pull the trigger,” he says, then grunts a small laugh.

“Is that supposed to be funny?”

“No. Not really.”

“You killed them? Both of them?” she asks.

He nods. “They were going to defend him,” he says.

She already understands why he did it. Had done from the moment she saw the articles on the wall of the first two lawyers that were going to defend Joe. On those articles Raphael had drawn red Xs across their faces.

“I don’t get lawyers even at the best of times,” he says.

“And at the worst of times?” she asks.

“At the worst of times they’re putting their hand up to defend people like Joe Middleton. These two bastards were using the tragedy of my daughter to make a name for themselves, to become famous, famous in lawyering circles so they could then represent other Joes out there and become more famous and earn more money. People who are capable of that are capable of anything.”

Melissa says nothing. She knows what people are capable of. She also knows Raphael will carry on without prompting. She senses it will be good for him. Cathartic. This is something he’s kept inside. She picks up the glass she hadn’t touched earlier and takes a sip. The water has made it to room temperature.

“I went there,” he says. “I made an appointment with the first lawyer and he saw me, and I begged him not to defend Joe. Really begged him. And you know what? He said he understood where I was coming from. He said he could imagine how I felt. Can you believe that? This son of a bitch tells me he knows how I must be feeling. Then he went on to say that everybody is due a defense, that’s what the law says, and Joe was entitled to what the law says just as anybody was entitled, and that didn’t make sense to me. I mean, you have a guy disregarding the law, disregarding humanity, then suddenly he has civil rights? Fuck that,” he says, and it’s the first Melissa has heard him swear.

“So you started sending him death threats,” she says.

He shakes his head. “No. I read about that, how both lawyers got death threats in the mail, but none of that was me.”

“You just killed them,” she says.

“Yes. But not right away. That first guy, after talking to him, I gave it a month. I was sure if he thought about it more, he’d come around to my way of thinking. He’d have to, right? So a month later I thought it’d be better if I met up with him in a less formal location because I hoped that would make him less formal and more human. So I went back to his work in the evening and waited for him to finish, and I followed him to his car.”

He holds up his hand to her. “I know what you’re thinking,” he says, but he’s wrong. He has no idea what she’s thinking. “I didn’t follow him to hurt him, I just wanted to plead my case with him. I wanted to remind him of the pain he was going to cause.”

“And he didn’t listen to you?”

“No, he listened. That’s the thing,” Raphael says, becoming more animated now as he lifts his hands in the air. “He listened to everything I had to say, and even then he refused to stop defending Joe.”

“And that made you mad.”

“It would make anybody mad.”

“So you killed him.”

“It wasn’t like that. It was an accident.”

“How?”

He runs his fingers up over his forehead and through his hair, then slowly shakes his head a little. “I hit him,” he says, then exhales deeply. “With a hammer.”

“You normally carry a hammer in the car?”

“No.”

“So you took one with you.”

“I guess.”

“And you spoke to him without him seeing the hammer, right? So you had it in your pocket, or tucked in the waistband of your pants. You took it with you because you knew if things went badly and he didn’t take your side, you were going to kill him. You went there a month later because you knew the police would go through his appointment schedule, but would only be interested in people he’d seen recently.”

“I know that’s how it looks,” he says, “but it really wasn’t the way I thought it would play out.”

“How did you think it would play out if he didn’t agree with you?”

Raphael shrugs. “I don’t know. Not that way, anyway.”

Melissa is nodding. It’s a great conversation. She wishes she was having it with Joe. They could talk about it and get naked. “Then what did you do?”

“I stuffed him into the trunk of his car, then I went and got my own car. I pulled up next to him and transferred him, then drove him out to. . well, I buried the body.”

“Out where we went shooting today,” Melissa says. “That’s where, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Did it make you feel any better?”

“It didn’t bring Angela back, but I knew it wouldn’t. But yeah, it did. It made me feel a little better. Within days another lawyer was putting his hand up to take on the case. I didn’t bother going and seeing him because I knew the conversation would be the same. So I took care of him too. This time I left him for people to find. I thought it might make more of a message, you know, to other lawyers. And it did. Joe’s third lawyer was court appointed. The third lawyer seems like a man who really doesn’t want the job. So, you know, no reason to hurt him. At least not yet.

“And somebody else would have killed them anyway,” he adds. “Somebody was sending those guys death threats.”

“You killed two innocent people,” she says, not that she could care less, but she thinks that Raphael should see her caring more.

“They weren’t innocent,” he says.

“I’m sure they’d disagree.”

“So. .” he says, “does this change things?”

She holds off on answering for a few seconds. Like she really has to think about it. Like weighing it up is a really tough decision. Only it’s not. It’s an easy decision. And it makes last night’s decision to approach Raphael look even better.

“I just. . I don’t know, I’ve never known a killer before,” she says. “I should be happy because it just confirms you’ll take the shot on Monday, but, well, to be honest. . it’s a little weird. You killed two people.”

“Two bad people,” he says.

“Two bad people,” she repeats. “Lawyers who were doing bad things.”

“Exactly,” he says. “So the question is the same-does this change things?”

“No,” she says.

“Good,” he says, and leans back into the chair.

“But we’re only after Joe,” she says. “Not any of the cops escorting him. No more lawyers. There’s been too much blood spilled already. Just Joe.”

“Of course,” he says. “The cops are the ones trying to lock him away. They’re on our side.”

“And the cop who came to your door?” she asks. “What did he want?”

“Schroder? Well, he’s not a policeman anymore,” he says, sounding a little cautious. “He just wanted to ask if anybody else had come to mind.”

“Come to mind about what?”

“About suspicious people at the group. I’m not sure who he’s after.”

“And what did you tell him?”

“I told him nobody came to mind.”

She heard their conversation from Angela’s room. She knows Schroder showed him a photograph of her. She knows they spoke about her, they even used her real name. It was probably a copy of the same photograph she found in the back of Schroder’s car, the photograph taken the day Cindy got bookended by two guys at the beach she’d never met before. In that photo Melissa has dark brown hair. That was her natural hair color-well, still is, technically-though these days she dies it black and keeps it short. And of course she wears the wigs. Even long wigs. And for Raphael, her hair is long and black.

“That was it?” she asks.

“Yeah. It was pretty routine,” he says, and she thinks back to last night when Raphael climbed into her car. In their time spent chatting before that, he’d been excellent at concealing the truth. He’d known then she wasn’t who she said she was, and she’s sure he knows it now. “So, how about we go over this plan a few more times? It’s why we’re here.”

She takes another sip of her water and puts it down. “Okay,” she says.

“It shouldn’t change anything,” he says. “At least you know I’ll do it. I’ll pull that trigger.”

Raphael is wrong. It does change everything. Not the fact he killed two lawyers, but the fact he’s lying about his conversation with Schroder. He knows who she is, and now it’s her job to hide that she knows that. It also means she’s going to have to adjust the plan because Raphael is going to adjust it too. It’s a matter of staying ahead-and that’s something she’s always been good at. Only person who’s beaten her since she stopped being Natalie and became Melissa is Joe.

Raphael is a killer, and that side of him is going to be on display on Monday morning, and not just with Joe, but with her too.

Bullet one will be going into Joe.

And bullet two, she is sure of it, will have her name on it.