Save Me - Lisa Scottoline [96]
“I’m not expecting you to. Also, I don’t want to keep things from you anymore, so I’m telling you that I’m about to visit Kristen and ask her why she left school. I think she might have known about the fire, or maybe have been involved.”
“Really?”
“Yes. The kids are with Gabriella and Mo.”
“What are you going to do?” Leo asked, his tone changing to concern.
“Talk to her. Find out the truth.”
“Is that wise?”
“I think so, and I have to do it.”
“That’s what law firm investigators do. Whichever lawyer we hire next can deal with it.”
“Going to see Kristen is something I have to do, for myself, by myself. You may not understand it or agree, but I’m not asking your permission. I’ll let you know what happens. I gotta go.”
Leo paused. “Babe, what’s come over you?”
“Adulthood,” Rose answered, with a smile.
Chapter Fifty-two
It was sundown by the time Rose found Virginia Avenue, parked across the street from Kristen’s house, and cut the ignition. Lavallette turned out to be a small, sleepy beach town on an island off the Jersey shore. The street was wide, criss-crossed with sagging telephone wires and lined with two- and three-story homes interspersed with bungalows. The Cantons’ address was a newer three-story that looked like it contained several apartments. The apartment was 2-F, and Kristen was probably home, because a light was on in the second floor, front.
Rose grabbed her purse and got out of the car, then walked across the street and up the steps to the house, scanning the names by the buzzers. There were six, and Canton was next to 2-F. She buzzed 1-F, next to William and Mary Friedl. In a minute, an older woman answered. “Yes?”
“Mrs. Friedl, I’m sorry, can you buzz me in? My husband has my key and he’s still at the beach.”
The door buzzed, and Rose went inside, climbed the stairs, and knocked on 2-F, standing in full view of the peephole. “Kristen, let me in. I have to see you.”
“Rose?” Kristen opened the door, her eyes an astonished blue. “What are you doing here?”
“I might ask you the same question.” Rose entered the apartment and pushed the door closed behind her. “You told me you were in Maryland.”
“You can’t stay.” Kristen edged backwards, a book in her hand. Her russet hair was in a ponytail, and she had on a gray sweatshirt with black gym shorts. “Please, leave now.”
“Why don’t you call the police?”
“Why are you here? How did you find me?”
“That’s an odd question. Are you alone?” Rose glanced around the small living room, but it seemed empty and still, with a tan couch, matching chairs, and a big TV. Pictures of seashells covered the wall above a white entertainment center. “What are you up to, Kristen? You lied to me this morning about where you were, and I want to know why.”
“Go, please.” Kristen tried to walk to the door, but Rose stood in the way, sliding her phone from her purse.
“Let’s call the police. You can explain to them that you just happened to be out of school the day it exploded, saving your own life but killing three other people, including your sub, Marylou Battle.”
Kristen’s eyes flared. “What are you saying?”
“I think someone rigged the explosion that caused the fire, either you or someone from the general contractor, Campanile, working with you.”
Kristen gasped. “That’s crazy! Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know, but you’re running away from something, and believe me, I know running away when I see it. It’s my MO.”
“You’re wrong.” Kristen sank into a wicker chair, placing the book next to the cushion in her seat. “I had nothing to do with the fire. It was an accident.”
“Then why were you out that day?”
“I was sick.”
“You didn’t seem sick when I saw you. You don’t seem sick now. And why did you lie to me on the phone today?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“It is so my business. You used to have lunch with Melly in that lounge. I have a right to know what’s going on, because I trusted you with my child.”
“You’re wrong.” Kristen flushed behind her pretty freckles. “I’m here because I wanted privacy, like I told you. I’m worried about