This was true too, Sam reflected. After Rebecca joined the Family Daniel had spent far less time with the other women. Sam could handle it—anything as long as he was happy and didn’t want to kick her out of the Family. But Linda, in the role of mother, was stung that Rebecca seemed to supplant her.

Linda denied it now. “I was not. How could anybody afford to be jealous living in that situation? One man and three women living together?”

“How? Because we’re human, that’s how. Hell, you were jealous of Rachel.”

“That was different. She was a slut. She wasn’t one of us, she wasn’t part of the Family.”

Sam said, “Look, we’re not here about us. We’re here to help the police.”

Rebecca scoffed. “How could we not be here about us? The first time we’ve been together after eight years? What, you think we’d just show up, write a top-ten list—‘Things I remember about Daniel Pell’—and go home? Of course, this’s about us as much as him.”

Angry too, Linda gazed at Sam. “And you don’t have to defend me.” A contemptuous nod toward Rebecca. “She’s not worth it. She wasn’t there from the beginning like we were. She wasn’t a part of it, and she took over.”

Turning to Rebecca. “I was with him for more than a year. You? A few months.”

“Daniel asked me. I didn’t force my way in.”

“We were going along fine, and then you show up.”

“‘Going along fine’?” Rebecca set down her wineglass and sat forward. “Are you hearing what you’re saying?”

“Rebecca, please,” Sam said. Her heart was pounding. She thought she’d cry as she looked at the two red-faced women, facing each other across a coffee table of varnished yellowing logs. “Don’t.”

The lean woman ignored her. “Linda, I’ve been listening to you since I got here. Defending him, saying it wasn’t so bad, we didn’t steal all that much, maybe Daniel didn’t kill so-and-so…Well, that’s bullshit. Get real. Yes, the Family was sick, totally sick.”

“Don’t say that! It’s not true.”

“Goddamn it, it is true. And Daniel Pell’s a monster. Think about it. Think about what he did to us….” Rebecca’s eyes were glowing, jaw trembling. “He looked at you and saw somebody whose parents never gave her an inch of freedom. So what does he do? He tells you what a fine, independent person you are, how you’re being stifled. And puts you in charge of the house. He makes you Mommy. He gives you power, which you never had before. And he hooks you in with that.”

Tears dotted Linda’s eyes. “It wasn’t like that.”