I felt an instant brightness. I nodded, hope surging back. Marshall had two more copies of that picture. A therapist would see in it what I saw. He or she could help Trey come to terms with it. Help him see. We could work through it.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea.” My phone buzzed against the table. I looked, anxiety jacking, but it was not Mom, or the girls, or even the night-shift bodyguards. “It’s Marshall.”

“Take it,” Trey said, gaze sharpening with interest. “Maybe they found Lexie Pine. Put it on speaker.”

I didn’t want to. Marshall calling me felt oddly private. But there might be news. I did as he asked. “Hi. I’m with Trey. Did you find her?”

“Yeah. The cops did anyway.” He spoke quietly, almost solemn. “You are, I promise you, one hundred percent safe now.”

I went hot and cold at once, relieved and afraid, wondering what she’d told them.

If I called her a liar, was I any better than Trey? I had given Spence those pills after all. I should own it. Owning my own bad choices was the exact thing I was asking Trey to do. A strange peace came over me then. I had decided. I wouldn’t hurl myself into confessions, but I would not, under any circumstances, call Lexie Pine a liar.

“Holy shit!” Trey said. He grinned at me, instantly giddy. “God, what a weight off! Where was sh— One sec, Marshall.”

The waiter was back with the olives. We all went silent until he set them down and left.

Then I asked Marshall, “Are you upstairs? We’re at Haven. Come down and tell us all the details.”

I didn’t want to be alone with my husband right now. His eyes were bright, as if his offer and my acceptance of counseling had solved us, and then this good news came, and now this was a date. I couldn’t be that girl, celebrating, toasting. He would take it as capitulation. I could not imagine allowing his lips on mine, or his hands on my body. Not yet. Not until he saw.

Marshall said, “I was out following a lead when I got the call. I’m thirty miles away. Sorry.” He sounded so somber.

“How’d they find her?” Trey asked, impatient.

Marshall said, “They took cadaver dogs up to Funtime. This morning, early, but I only heard now. They went to look for Geoff Wilkerson. And they found him. He was buried in a shallow grave in the gold-mine boxes, where the soil was soft and very loose. It was probably the only place where a woman as old and sick as Coral Lee Pine could dig a grave.”

That damped Trey’s joy down. Mostly. “That’s awful.”

“Yeah,” Marshall agreed. “Anyway, the dogs found Lexie, too. Same place. Pretty much right beside him.”