Dweller - Jeff Strand [49]
I didn’t kill her.
But he had. He’d put her in this situation, promised her that everything would be fine.
Leave guilt out of it. From a purely practical standpoint, even if they blame her death on a wild animal, having her body discovered means that the police might link her death to the deaths of Larry and Nick. Those you did do. Don’t let yourself get caught. Don’t go to prison. You’re only twenty-nine, you still have plenty of living to do.
Or he could put a bullet in his skull and make things better for everyone.
“Don’t do it,” Larry said. “Even I don’t think that’s the way to go, and I hate your fucking guts.”
There’d be no suicide. Toby wasn’t going to be found dead in his living room with his brains decorating the wall like abstract art. He did dumb things all the time, but he wasn’t a complete moron, and he’d figure out a way to get through this.
Toby eased himself into the hot water. It felt wonderful on his frozen extremities, but it ignited the claw marks on his back.
The antiseptic hurt even worse.
“That bitch,” he said.
Mr. Zack glared at him. “Stop it. That’s completely inappropriate.”
“I know, I’m sorry, I just didn’t think she’d actually do it.”
“What exactly did she say?”
“She said she’d met this guy, she refused to tell me his name, and she said she was in love. I thought she was just pissed at me for some reason.”
“Did you have a fight?”
“Not a serious one. Things weren’t going as well as they used to, but I really thought she’d be here at the store when I came in this morning.”
“Thank you for speaking with us, Mr. Floren.”
“No problem.”
“The last person to talk to Ms. Tomlinson, besides you, of course, was her mother, two nights ago. I don’t mind telling you that she shared a somewhat different view of your relationship with her daughter.”
“What do you mean?”
The cop, Detective Dormin, smiled, though it was only with the corners of his mouth. He looked about forty and Toby had disliked him immediately.
“Apparently Melissa told her that things were going extremely well. She was in love with you. Thought you might even be The One.”
Toby chuckled without humor. “Just like a woman, huh? One day she’s madly in love, the next day she’s running off with some stranger.”
“Interesting that she didn’t tell her mom about this.”
“Do you think something else happened to her?”
“No, we’re not ready to call it foul play quite yet. A girl that age doesn’t have her head screwed on completely straight. I did find it interesting to go back through some files and see your name attached to another disappearance. Two disappearances, actually. You know who I’m talking about, right?”
“Of course I do.”
“Apparently they ran away, too. Were never heard from again. You didn’t get along with them very well, did you?”
“You’re right. Fifteen years ago I was questioned about two missing kids. Dear Lord, it’s a killing spree!”
“Hey, watch the lip. If you think this is a joking matter you’re going to be very disappointed when I slap some cuffs on you. It was more like fourteen years, and there’s no statute of limitations on murder.”
“If you’re accusing me of murder, I’d like a lawyer.”
“I’m not accusing you of anything yet. When I do, I’ll have all my ducks in a row. I hope you do as well. Tell me, Toby, if I may be so informal as to call you Toby, did you hear any gunshots last night?”
“Yeah. A bunch of them. I hear gunshots all the time. That’s what happens when you live in a rural area.”
“Again with the lip.”
“Am I free to go?”
“You are, but I’d recommend that you stick around and answer as many questions as I’ve got for you. And I’ve got a lot of them. You’re what we like to call a ‘person of interest,’ and I’ve got something of an obsessive personality. You don’t want to be my pet project.”
“Fine. What do you want to know?”
“Start from the beginning again. Be detailed.”
It’s a huge, vast forest. They