The Guilty

Chapter 51

Late that night Robie opened his eyes when he heard it. He blinked a couple of times then sat up, his body tensed, his mind alert and ready.

There it came again.

Outside.

No, inside.

No, it was both outside and inside.

His mind clouded over for a bit but then snapped back.

Two sounds, in and out.

Two sources for those sounds.

He rose, slipped on his pants, and gunned up.

He chose to work from in to out.

The hallway upstairs was clear. Robie stood next to his door in a crouch, his gun pointed in front of him, directed in a swiveling arc at the darkness.

He waited, listened. His head jerked to the left when he heard the sound again.

Crying.

Someone was crying.

It wasn’t Reel, he knew that. The woman didn’t cry.

It wasn’t Tyler, because it was clearly a woman and Tyler didn’t make any noise at all.

It might be Priscilla, but her room was downstairs and on the other end of the house.

That left Victoria.

He slipped over to her door and knocked.

“Victoria?”

The weeping instantly stopped.

“What?” said a hoarse voice.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fi — no, I’m not okay.”

Robie placed his gun in the waistband at the small of his back. “Can I come in?”

He heard footsteps crossing the floor and a few moments later the door was opened.

Victoria stood there wearing a T-shirt and silk pajama shorts.

Her eyes were puffy and her hair was in disarray.

“You were crying?” he began.

She didn’t answer, but turned around, walked over, and perched on the edge of the bed.

Robie closed the door, pulled up a chair from a small vanity, and sat across from her.

“You want to talk about it?” he said.

“What’s there to talk about?” she snapped. “My life is for shit. End of story. I’ll probably be crying the rest of my life.”

“You can’t know that, Victoria.”

She reached over, snagged a tissue from a box off the nightstand, and blew her nose.

“I can know that. I do know that. Even if Dan gets off, so what? People around here will always have doubts. That will kill him as much as being found guilty and sent to prison.”

Robie slowly took this in. That was what his father had told him, too. Perhaps he had told his wife the same thing.

“You need to take this one day at a time. Don’t jump ahead. Don’t think too much about it. It’ll overwhelm you.” He paused. “And you have Tyler.”

She nodded, tears still leaking from her eyes. “If I didn’t have him, I think I’d already be in the loony bin.”

“Well, you do have him. And you have me, too.”

She looked up at him. “Your being here has really helped, Will. I mean that. With all my heart.”

She leaned over, gave him a hug, and kissed him on the cheek.

Then she dried her eyes with the tissue and said, “Well, thanks for letting me vent. I’m sure things will look better in the morning.”

“We’re going to find the truth, Victoria. I promise you that.”

She looked at him, her eyes raw. “And what if you don’t like the truth, what then?”

“I’ll deal with that when it comes.”

She blew her nose once more. “I guess we all will.”

“Good night, Victoria.”

“Good night, Will. You should get some sleep. Sorry I woke you.”

He left the room and closed the door behind him. His father, he felt, had married a good person. A strong woman. He would need that. He would need all of that.

And that was when he remembered.

The sound from outside.

And then he heard something moving in the hall.

He turned in an instant, his weapon out and pointed at the new noise.

Jessica Reel was staring back at him, her gun in hand.

She said, “What’s up, besides you?”

“I heard a noise.”

“I did too. From outside.”

“Let’s go check it out.”

“I also thought I heard somebody crying. Did you?”

“It was Victoria. She just needed to talk to someone. This all has to be overwhelming.”

“What’d you tell her?”

“That we were going to find the truth. So let’s see if we can start with whoever’s outside.”