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“You’re eating for two, now,” Cormack pointed out. “And I haven’t seen you eat anything of substance in days.” He took his plate to the sink and rinsed it off.
“What happened to her?” Diamond asked. Cormack had his back to her, but she could see his shoulders stiffen.
“She disappeared,” he replied. His voice was tight.
“That’s really all you know? You never found out more?”
He was silent for a moment. All she could hear was the sound of the water running in the sink. “Nothing that you need to hear,” he said at last.
She put her fork down. All of a sudden she was no longer hungry. “So there’s more,” she said. “And you never told me.”
He turned and looked at her. “You were a kid. Hell, you still are a kid, or would be in a rational world.”
“We’ve never lived in a rational world,” she pointed out.
“No,” he agreed. “No, we haven’t. But I still wanted you to have something to hold on to. I wanted you to have something left of your childhood.”
She took a deep breath. “What happened to her?”
He lowered his head. “They found her,” he said. “Two days after you reported her missing.”
“Where was she?”
“She was in a motel. In Revere.”
“Alive?”
Cormack shook his head.
“I want to know everything.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Tell me.”
“She was on the bathroom floor. There was a needle sticking out of her arm.”
“What else?”
Cormack was silent.
“What else?” Diamond persisted.
“She’d been with men,” Cormack whispered. “Multiple men. She had no clothes on, and they left her there, on the bathroom floor. She’d been there for days when they found her. The place was crawling with bugs. The police called me when they found her, to have me come down to identify her. They could have waited until she was down at the morgue, but they wanted me to see her there.”
“Why?”
“Spite,” Cormack said. “They’d been trying to find something they could arrest me for forever, but they’d never been able to make a case. They knew I was in love with her. They figured if they couldn’t arrest me and make anything stick, they’d find another way to punish me. This was it.”
Diamond took all of that in, turned it around in her mind. “The police hate you that much?”
He shrugged. “Only some of them. I actually work well with others, but for some of them the hatred goes deep.”
“Is it deserved? The hatred?”