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  “They already said they won’t,” Possum told him, and for once he looked angry about something. “I tell you, Slick, it hurts my heart the way she’s treating him. No matter what was going on, he’s still her husband.”

  “Did you talk to her?”

  “Just came from there.” He lowered his voice. “She was drunk as a mop and it’s not even noon yet.”

  “What did she say?”

  “Said he could rot in hell for all she cared,” Possum told him, his tone as bitter-sounding as possible in such an affable man. “Can you believe that? They’ve been together longer than dirt, and she just writes him off.”

  “She was having an affair,” Jeffrey reminded him.

  “How long?” he asked, and Jeffrey thought that was a good question. “It doesn’t make sense to me, is the thing. Mean as she could be, how could she tool around town making the nasty and nobody ever finds out and tells Robert?”

  “Maybe somebody told him,” Jeffrey said, giving Reggie a glance. The deputy was staring at them with open hatred, and Jeffrey wondered if he was about to snap.

  Possum must have noticed this, too. He put himself between the men, asking Reggie, “Where do I pay bail?”

  “In the back,” Reggie said. “I’ll take you.”

  He shifted his gun belt as he walked toward Jeffrey, his hand resting on the butt of his gun like he wanted to remind him he could do something with it. When he bumped his shoulder against Jeffrey, Jeffrey let it go, thinking he had started enough fights lately without getting into it again so soon. When the two men were gone, he knocked on Hoss’s office door, not waiting to be asked in.

  “Hey,” Hoss said, standing up from his desk. Robert was sitting in front of him, hands on his lap, shoulders rolled in like he was waiting for the executioner.

  “Possum’s here bailing you out,” Jeffrey told him.

  Robert’s shoulders slumped even more. “He shouldn’t be doing that.”

  “He took out money against the store.”

  “Christ,” Robert breathed. “Why’d he do that?”

  “He couldn’t see you staying here,” Jeffrey said, trying to get Hoss’s attention. The old man stared out at the parking lot. Jeffrey got the feeling he had interrupted something. “I’ve gotta say I’m not too crazy about it myself.”

  Robert said, “I’m okay.”

  Jeffrey waited for him to turn around, but he would not. “Bobby?”

  He gave Jeffrey a quick glance, but that was enough to show that he had a black eye and a split lip. Jeffrey walked around the chair, trying to get a better look at him. Bruises peeked out of the top of his orange jail uniform and his left arm had a large bandage wrapped around it. Jeffrey’s fists clenched without thinking about it, and he had trouble asking, “What happened?”

  Hoss answered for him. “Got a little rowdy last night.”

  “Why wasn’t he sequestered?” Jeffrey demanded.

  “He didn’t want special treatment.”

  “Special treatment?” Jeffrey repeated, not bothering to hide his outrage. “Good God, that’s not special treatment, that’s common sense.”

  “Don’t question me, boy,” Hoss warned, his finger pointed in Jeffrey’s direction. “I can’t make any man do what they don’t want to do.”

  “That’s bullshit!” Jeffrey countered. “He’s a fucking inmate. You can make him sleep in his own shit if you want to.”

  “Well, I wasn’t here to do it!” Hoss raged. “Goddammit, I wasn’t here.” He used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, and Jeffrey could feel the misery radiating off him like a bad smell. Whatever Jeffrey was feeling at this moment, he knew that Hoss felt worse.

  “Who did it?” Jeffrey asked Robert. “Was it Reggie Ray? If he’s the one—”

  Robert interrupted, “It wasn’t Reggie’s fault.”

  “If he—”

  “I asked to be put in,” Robert said. “I wanted to see what it was like.”

  Jeffrey still could not find the words to express himself.

  Hoss shifted his belt much as Reggie had done. “I’m gonna walk outside and give you time to cool your temper,” he told Jeffrey. His tone was even enough, but the way he slammed the door behind him sent a clear message.

  Jeffrey went to the source, asking Robert, “What happened?”

  Robert shrugged, wincing as it caused him obvious pain. “I was sleeping. They woke me up and moved me into general population.”

  Jeffrey felt sick at the thought of cops doing this to one of their own. There was a code, and even now Robert was upholding it despite what the bastards had exposed him to.

  “Why didn’t you call for help?”

  “From who?” Robert asked, a sadness in his tone. “They’ve all been waiting for something like this,” he said, indicating the deputies in the station with a nod of his head. “It’s the same as when we were kids, Jeffrey. Not a damn thing has changed. Every guy in here was just waiting for me to fuck up so they could throw me to the lions.” He gave a sad laugh. And Jeffrey could only imagine how horrible his night had been. The other inmates had probably thought it was Christmas, having a cop to take out all their hostilities on for the night.

  Robert continued, “All these years…I really thought some of those men were my friends, that I had proven myself.” He paused, obviously trying to control his emotions. “I had a wife. I was part of a family. Hell, I even coached Little League. Did you know that? We got to the quad-A championship last year. Liked to won but one of the Thompson boys overthrew to home.” He smiled at the memory. “Did you know that? We made it to the big stadium over in Birmingham.”

  Jeffrey shook his head. He had grown up with this man, spent every day of his boyhood with him, yet he knew nothing about his life as an adult.

  “You just never know what people think about you, do you?” Robert asked. “You go to ballgames and picnics and watch their kids grow up and hear about their divorces and affairs and it doesn’t mean shit. They smile to your face while they’re stabbing you in the back.”

  “You should’ve called Hoss last night,” Jeffrey said. “He would’ve come down and straightened all of this out.”

  “It’d just make things worse the next time.”

  “Worse?” Jeffrey said. “What’s worse than getting the shit beat out of you?” His mind answered his own question, and he sunk down in the chair beside Robert before his knees gave out. “They didn’t…?”

  Robert’s voice sounded like it was coming out of a dead man. “No.”

  Jeffrey put his hand to his stomach, a hot sickness churning in his belly. “Jesus…” he whispered, as close to a prayer as he had come in twenty years.

  Robert’s hands started to tremor, and Jeffrey noticed the handcuffs keeping them together. His fingers were as beaten up as his face, deep gashes on his knuckles where his fists had met something hard. He looked as if he had fought for his life last night.

  Jeffrey asked, “Why are you cuffed?”

  “I’m a dangerous criminal,” Robert reminded him. “I’ve killed two people.”

  “You didn’t,” Jeffrey said. “Robert, I know you didn’t do this. Why are you lying?”

  “I can’t do this,” Robert said. “I thought I was strong enough, but I’m not.”

  Jeffrey put his hand on Robert’s shoulder, but pulled it away when the other man flinched. He wondered if Robert was telling him the truth about last night, though if he really thought about it, Jeffrey did not want to know a damn thing.

  Jeffrey said, “We’ll get you a lawyer.”

  “I don’t have any money,” he said. “Jessie’s family wouldn’t piss on me if I was on fire.”

  “I’ll pay for it,” Jeffrey told him, even as he racked his brain to think of where he could find that kind of money. “I don’t have enough equity in my house, but I’ve got a retirement plan I can cash out. It’s not much, but it’ll be a retainer. Between me and Possum, we can find a way to do this. I’ll work security, get anothe
r job if I have to.” He cast about for something concrete. “I can move back to Birmingham and drive down on the weekends.”

  “I can’t let you do that.”

  “You don’t have a choice,” Jeffrey told him. “You can’t spend another night in jail.”

  Robert shook his head, an overwhelming sadness filling the room. “I’ve never had much of a choice about anything, Jeffrey. I’m so sick of living this life. Just plain dog tired of everyone and everything in it.” He closed his eyes. “Jessie’s finished with me. She was finished with me a long time ago.”

  “Is this because of the miscarriage?” Jeffrey asked, thinking that was enough to put a strain on any relationship. There had to be a reason Jessie went out on her husband. People did not cheat for no reason.

  “It goes back further than that,” Robert said. “It goes back to that day Julia came to school, saying I raped her. She never trusted me. Not after that.”

  Jeffrey felt all of his senses strain. “Did you tell Jessie what happened?”

  “She never asked,” Robert said. “There’s things she knows in her head, but she never asks the question. Why don’t people ask the question?”

  “Maybe they don’t want to know the answers,” Jeffrey told him, thinking he was just as bad as Jessie. Still, he said, “Jessie didn’t believe those rumors. Nobody who really knew you believed it was true.”

  “They believed it about you,” Robert said. He looked up at Jeffrey, his eyes watering. “I let them think that all this time.”

  “Think what?”

  “That you raped Julia,” he said, his eyes shifting around, like he wanted to take in every part of Jeffrey’s reaction. “I let them think it was you in the woods. I let them think you raped her.”

  Jeffrey felt all the saliva in his mouth go dry.

  “I was just protecting myself,” Robert said. “You went away, but I had to stay here, had to live with them all bearing down on me, thinking they knew my nature.” He looked away. “Every Sunday at church, I could feel Lane Kendall staring a hole into me, like she could see what was going on, like she knew what happened that day.”

  “What happened, Robert?” Jeffrey waited, but he did not answer. “Tell me what happened,” he repeated. “I’ve never asked you before because I believed you were innocent. If you’re saying you’re guilty now, then tell me what happened.”

  Robert cleared his throat a few times, then reached out with both hands to get a cup of water off the desk. He took a sip of water and winced as it went down, his Adam’s apple jerking in his throat. Jeffrey saw the bruises around his neck and knew that someone had tried to strangle him. Or had they put their hands around his neck to keep him from calling out? The bruises darkened as they wrapped around the front of his neck. Had someone stood behind him, squeezing his throat shut? What were they doing that was so bad they needed to make sure Robert could not call out?

  “Robert,” Jeffrey whispered, trying to find his voice. “Tell me what happened.”

  He shook his head. “Go home, Slick.”

  “I’m not leaving you.”

  “Go back to Grant County and marry Sara. Start a life. Have some kids.”

  “I’m not gonna do that, Robert. I’m not gonna leave you a second time.”

  “You didn’t leave me the first time,” Robert said, anger flashing in his eyes. “Look, I raped her. That’s just what I’m going to tell them: I took her to the cave and I raped her, and she started screaming, saying she was going to tell everybody. I panicked, just like I panicked the other night. I took a rock and smashed the side of her head in.” He gave Jeffrey a hard look. “Does that satisfy you?”

  “Which side?” Jeffrey asked. “Which side of her head did you hit her on?”

  “Hell, I don’t know. Look at her damn skull. It’s the side that’s broken.”

  “You didn’t kill her,” Jeffrey said. “She was strangled, she wasn’t beaten.”

  “Oh.” Robert could not hide his surprise, but he recovered quickly. “Yeah, I strangled her, too.”

  “You didn’t.”

  “I did,” he insisted. “I strangled her just like this,” he said, the cuffs clinking as he wrapped his hands around an imaginary neck.

  “You didn’t,” Jeffrey countered.

  Robert dropped his hands, though he would not admit defeat.

  “I was just talking to her at first, trying to be nice,” he said, his voice getting smaller. His eyes glazed over as he went somewhere else, and he spoke so softly that Jeffrey had to strain to listen “When she looked away, I hit her in the head, and when she fell over, I got on top of her, behind her. She screamed, and I started choking her to shut her up.” He used his hands again to illustrate. “She wouldn’t stop screaming, and it got me mad just hearing her, and it got me excited, too—excited like I don’t know. I kept one hand on the back of her neck.” He put his hand palm down, like he was there. “I knew she was scared—terrified. I was scared, too. I thought somebody would come, somebody would see me like that, like some animal. And I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t get anybody to help me. My throat…” He put his hand to his neck. “My throat felt like I swallowed a handful of tacks. I just couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t even make a sound more than a whimper, but in my mind, I could hear them laughing about it, egging me on, like it was some kind of game to see how far I could go before I broke.” He let his hands drop to his lap, his breath coming in sharp rasps. Jeffrey did not know if he was talking about Julia anymore or what had happened to him last night. “I just wanted to go somewhere in my head, somewhere safe where I was okay, but it was all so horrible that I couldn’t do anything but bite down on my tongue and pray to God it would be over soon.” His lips trembled, but there were no tears.

  “Robert,” Jeffrey said, reaching out again to touch him.

  Robert pulled away as if Jeffrey had slapped him. He curled into himself as much as he could. “Don’t touch me,” he whispered. “Please don’t touch me.”

  “Robert,” Jeffrey repeated, trying to keep his voice controlled. If he had a gun, he’d go back to the jail right now and kill every one of those fucking bastards. He’d start with Reggie and work his way up the food chain until—what?—until he put the gun to his own head and pulled the trigger? He was just as guilty in all of this as the others were.

  Still, he had to know, “Why are you lying to me about Julia?”

  “I’m not lying,” Robert said, anger flaring up again. “I raped her.” He gave Jeffrey a steady look. “I raped her and then I killed her.”

  “You didn’t kill Julia,” Jeffrey insisted. “Stop saying you did. You didn’t even know how she died.”

  “What does it matter?” Robert said. “I’m going to get the needle anyway.”

  “You’re not,” Jeffrey said. “Not if you cop to manslaughter. You can be out in seven years. You can still have a life.”

  “What kind of life?”

  “I’ll help make a life for you,” Jeffrey said, and in that moment, he was certain he could make it work. “You can come to Grant with me. Work on the force.”

  “Not with a felony rap.”

  “We’ll find something else, then,” Jeffrey told him. “We’ll get you the fuck out of this town. You can start over, have a new life.”

  “What kind of life?” Robert repeated. He raised his hands, indicating the station. “What kind of life can I have after this?”

  “We’ll get to that when the time comes,” Jeffrey said. “Just stop talking to people, okay? Don’t talk to anybody but the lawyer—not even Hoss. We’ll get the best guy we can. We’ll go to Atlanta if we have to.”

  “I don’t want a lawyer,” Robert said. “I just want some peace.”

  “You’re not going to find peace in a prison uniform, Robert. You have to know that by now.”

  “I don’t care anymore,” he said. “I really don’t.”

  “That’s just for right now,” Jeffrey told him. “That’s just because of last night.” />
  “Nothing happened last night,” Robert said. “We got into a scuffle, but that was it. They knew better after I got finished with them.”

  Jeffrey sat back in the chair.

  “I beat the shit out of them,” Robert said, his teeth showing in what he probably wanted to be a smile but looked like more of a snarl. “Three on one, and I beat the ever-loving shit out of them.”

  “That’s good,” Jeffrey said, knowing he could not disagree. Three on one. Robert hadn’t had a chance.

  Robert’s false bravado continued. “I punched one of ’em so hard he was begging for his mama.”

  “There you go,” Jeffrey said, his heart breaking even as he said the words. “You showed ’em, Bobby. You showed ’em all.”

  Robert took a deep breath, sitting up straighter, squaring his shoulders. “All right,” he said, like he was bracing himself. “It’s all right. I can do this.”

  “You don’t have to do it alone,” Jeffrey told him. “I’m here. Possum’s here.”

  “No,” Robert said, like his mind was made up. “I’m going to do this, Jeffrey. It’s the least I can do.”

  “Least you can do for what?”

  “For you,” he said, giving Jeffrey a knowing look. “I know what really happened.”

  Jeffrey felt as if he had been threatened, but he did not know why. “What do you mean?” he asked.

  “I saw you in the woods with Julia that day. I saw you both going to the cave.”

  Jeffrey shook his head. They had been alone that day. He had checked.

  “I’m willing to take the rap for everything,” Robert said, tears welling back into his eyes. When he spoke, his voice shook from the effort. “I’ll say I did it, take the blame for all of it and let you walk away. Just tell me, Slick. Tell me the truth. Did you kill her?”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Sara was sitting in a chair on Nell’s front porch as Jeffrey pulled into the driveway. He had exchanged Robert’s truck for her BMW, and she was glad to see it back in one piece. She walked toward him as he got out of the car, but something about his expression stopped her.