Lia and I did not say a word until both Agent Sterling and the director were out of sight.
“And I thought my family had issues.” Lia got up and stretched, arching her back and then twisting from one side to the other. “She was telling the truth when she said that she had our best interests at heart. Not the whole truth, but it was true. Heartwarming, isn’t it?”
I was too busy sorting through the implications of what we’d heard to reply. After last summer, Sterling had threatened to shut down the program. The director had kept her from going over his head by pointing out exactly what I’d told Sterling: that normal wasn’t an option for any of us anymore. At least I had somewhere to go back to. Dean didn’t. Lia didn’t. Michael’s father was abusive. There was a very high likelihood that Sloane’s family were the ones who’d hammered home the idea that she said and did the wrong thing 86.5 percent of the time.
My mother was dead, my father barely involved in my life. And I was the lucky one.
“The director calls Dean the boy.” I paused to consider the significance of that. “He doesn’t want to see Dean as a person. The boy is an extension of his father. The boy is a means to an end.”
This from the man who referred to his own daughter as Agent.
She’s the one who followed in your footsteps. Of all your children, she’s the most like you. She was your legacy, and then she was gone.
“The director really does believe that Dean helped his father.” Lia let me chew on that for a few seconds before continuing. “What exactly he thinks Dean helped Redding do is up in the air, but that wasn’t conjecture I heard in his voice. For him, Dean’s culpability is fact.”
“Dean was twelve when his father was arrested!” The objection burst out of me. Realizing that I was preaching to the choir, I reined in the indignation a bit. “I know that Dean knew,” I said softly. “I know he thinks that he should have found a way to put a stop to it, that if he’d done things differently, he could have saved those women, but according to Professor Fogle’s lecture, Redding had been killing for five years before he was caught. Dean would have been seven.”
Dean had told me once that he hadn’t known about his father at first. But later…
He made me watch. Dean’s words stuck in my head, like food wedged between my teeth.
I forced my attention back to the present, to Lia. “Was Sterling—our Sterling—telling the truth when she said she’d ask Dean about the visitor logs?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Lia replied. “She was.”
“Maybe she’s starting to realize that she can’t protect Dean from this,” I said. “All she can do is run interference and make sure he’s not going through it alone.”
My words hung in the air. I’d thought all along that Sterling and Briggs weren’t doing Dean any favors by keeping him in the dark, but from his perspective, Lia, Michael, and I had done the exact same thing. When I was the one at the center of a case, I thought slowly, if I’d discovered that the others were investigating behind my back, I wouldn’t have felt protected.
I would have felt betrayed.
“Whatever you say, Cassandra Hobbes.” Lia pivoted and began making her way back to her bedroom window. She walked on the tips of her toes, like the roof was a tightrope and she was seconds away from performing a death-defying move.
“You forgot the ice cream,” I called after her.
She glanced back over her shoulder. “And you forgot the most interesting thing we learned from this little excursion.”
I’d been so focused on the sequence of events that had led Agent Sterling here and the director’s comments on Dean that I hadn’t let myself process the rest of their conversation.
“The Nightshade case?” I grabbed the ice cream and went to stand, but Lia’s response froze me to the spot.
“The Nightshade case—whatever that is—and the person who paid the price for however that case went down.”
“Scarlett,” I said, thinking back to my realization outside the prison that Agent Sterling had lost someone and that she blamed herself.
Lia turned the corner. I couldn’t see her anymore, but I had no trouble hearing her. “Not just Scarlett,” she countered. “Scarlett Hawkins.”
