“You’re lying to us, Jason.” D.D. was out of the chair, walking closer, as if proximity would rattle him, make him blurt out answers he didn’t have. “Avatar, my ass. Only second life you have is right here and now. You’re running away from something. Someone. And you’ve gone to a lot of trouble to cover your tracks, haven’t you? But Sandra started to figure it out. Something tipped her off. So she brought in Ethan, and Ethan brought in the big guns. Suddenly, you have the state police very interested in your online activities. How badly did that frighten you, Jason? What the hell is so terrible, it’s worth killing your wife and unborn child?”

“Is she really pregnant?” Jason whispered. He didn’t mean to ask that. But he waited for the answer anyway, because he wanted to hear it again. Wanted to feel it again. It was an exquisite pain, like someone filleting his skin with a boning knife.

“You really didn’t know?”

“How long? I mean, she seemed a little under the weather. I thought she had the flu…. She never said anything.”

D.D. seemed to be contemplating him. “Can’t tell how long from a pregnancy test, Jason. Though you can be sure we’ll be DNA testing it. I’m curious if you’re the actual father.”

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Because for the first time, he was connecting another dot. “The computer expert—” he began.

D.D. looked at him.

“—did he come to the school?”

“That’s what he says.”

“During school hours?”

“Nah, Thursday night basketball games.”

And he could tell from the look in D.D.’s eye, she was thinking the very same thing—all along, he’d argued Sandra was too busy with Ree to have a lover. But Sandra had found a way to have a rendezvous after all. Thursday nights. Every Thursday night. His wife had gone to the school and met with another man.

“What’s his name?” Jason’s voice ticked up a notch. Another weakness he was helpless to call back.

D.D. shook her head.

Then, out of nowhere, his next random thought for the day “What kind of car does the computer expert drive? Is it state-issued?”

“Tell me your name, Jason Jones. Your real name.”

“Have you spoken with Aidan Brewster? Asked him what he saw Wednesday night? You need to talk to him about the car. Ask him for more details about the car.”

“Tell us what you were doing on the computer, Jason. Tell us what you’re so desperate to hide.”