“Sickos attract sickos,” I said. “They’d known each other since they were kids. I’m sure they went around killing small animals and getting off on it.” God, I was going to throw up right here in broad daylight sitting on this damned bench.

“True enough. But have you ever considered that perhaps Father Jim was the instigator?”

“Over Derek Wolfe?” I scoffed. “No way. This has my father’s stink all over it.”

“Does it, though?”

“The man molested my sister from the time she was six years old. You don’t get much more disgusting than that.”

“Oh, you do. Your sister didn’t deserve what happened to her, but she’s alive. Many women aren’t. I’ve pulled the clippings.”

“They weren’t all buried?”

“The women disappeared inside New York city limits in the five years before Zee did. I have names, but I can’t find any more information. No next of kin. Nothing.”

“Buried,” I said. “He paid them off. They’re dead?”

“Most likely. No remains were ever found.”

“But the smell…” I wrinkled my nose.

“Yes. Rotting flesh. The odor was down there, but no bodies. Which means they continued killing, but again, they disposed of the bodies.”

“Are there any news stories after Zee’s time?”

Buck shook his head. “They upped their game after Zee escaped, but given what they put Zee through, I can imagine it got worse. A lot worse.”

I sighed. Buck was right, of course. Absolutely right.

“So anyway,” Buck went on, “we have three possibilities here. The marriage certificate is a fake. Or it’s not a fake, and Jim was holding it over your father’s head. Or it’s not a fake, and Jim was hiding it for your father.”

“My father could have easily had it destroyed himself if he’d wanted to.”

I read the certificate. Irene Lucent. Was she still alive? Did she even exist? Easy enough to find out.

“He could have. But he didn’t. Or at least he didn’t destroy this one.”

“Which makes me think it’s a fake.”

“Think about it, though,” Buck said. “If your father was actually married to a woman before your mother, like you said, he could have destroyed all the evidence long ago. In fact, he probably would have.”

“So you agree it’s a fake.”

“No, I think we’re attacking this from the wrong angle. Father Jim is about the longest relationship your father had, other than his parents, who both died when you were a kid.”

“True.”

“Jim and Derek were childhood friends. They probably trusted each other implicitly. So it’s feasible that Derek trusted Jim with the biggest secret of his life.”

“Why would a first marriage be such a secret?”

“I don’t have the answer to that question,” Buck said. “It’s something we need to find out.”

“My mother,” I said.