“About what?”

“Laura’s murder.”

Tish held her breath. “What is it?”

“A lot of it is missing, you know? Gone. I only remember bits and pieces. I was high, out of my mind, like usual. I just thought, maybe this would help you.”

“What are you saying?”

“I was in the park that night,” Finn told her. “The night Laura was killed.”

Tish’s hands clenched into fists. “What did you see? Did you see who killed her?”

“No.”

“Why were you there?” Tish asked.

“When I saw Laura and her sister in the park, I began following them. I was watching them down by the lake.”

Marijuana, Tish thought. “Why follow Laura?”

“Because I loved her. I told you.”

“Were you stalking Laura? Did you send her those letters?”

“What letters? What are you talking about?”

She looked for guile in his face and didn’t see any. “Never mind, what did you see that night?”

“I saw her leave her sister and her boyfriend by the lake. I followed her along the trail until she got back to the softball field.”

“Then what?”

“Someone attacked her in the field.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know. It was too dark. I couldn’t see him. All I could see was the guy jumping her, pushing her to the ground. She screamed.”

“What did you do?”

Finn stared at his feet. “Nothing.”

“My God, Finn, how could you? You just let it happen?”

“I thought about shouting for help, but I didn’t want anyone to know I was there. Anyway, it didn’t matter.”

“What do you mean?”

“While I was watching, I heard someone behind me. Someone came running when Laura screamed. I ducked into the woods, and this guy ran out into the clearing. It was a big black guy. I didn’t know who he was.”

“What did he do?”

“He saved her.”

“How?”

“He picked up a baseball bat in the field and swung it into the guy’s back. Then he pulled the guy off Laura and beat the crap out of him. Laura ran the opposite way, into the woods, toward the north beach. You know, where they found her body.”

“What did the black guy do?”

“He followed her.”

“With the bat?”

Finn shook his head. “No. The bat was still lying in the field.”

“You’re sure about that?”

“I’m sure. I saw the black guy throw it away.”

“Then what?”

“Then nothing. I don’t remember any more.”

“Did you go home?”

“I told you, I don’t remember,” Finn snapped.

“This is important,” Tish said. “You have to think.”

Finn’s face twitched. “Don’t you think I want to remember? After that, it’s all black. I don’t know what happened. I don’t remember anything at all.”

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Stride watched the face of the county attorney, Pat Burns, as Tish recounted Finn’s story. Her brown eyes were intense and focused behind her half-glasses, but he couldn’t see belief, disbelief, surprise, or worry. When Tish was done, Pat reclined in her swivel chair behind her desk and slid the end of her glasses between her teeth. She considered Tish without saying a word.