is covering up safety issues. I mean, that doesnât even sound like a police thing, thatâs got to be federal or OSHAâor, I donât know, but if the boys got tangled up in something like that, the Lawton police arenât going to be any help at all. But Shayâshe knows her son. Knows him the way only a mother can.â
She paused, trying to gauge the effect her words were having, desperately hoping Jennieâs mother wasnât one of those women who turned their nearly grown children out into the world with indifference, whoâd parented her with resentment or worse. âIf thereâs anything, any clue, to be found in his things, itâs Ms. Capparelli who will be able to figure it out, donât you see? If thereâs something out of the ordinary, something that showed he strayed from his habits or got into something newâif thereâs names on his phone that she doesnât recognizeâthings like that.â
âBut . . .â Jennie wouldnât look at her. âThere could be DNA . . . all kinds of evidence. I donât think youâre even supposed to touch stuff without gloves and, I donât know. Itâs supposed to be processed. â
Colleen nodded, wincing because the girl had a point. Maybeshe was making a mistake here, risking destroying clues that could lead to the truth.
But Weyant had been very clear: no one was lighting a fire to process the things Taylor had left behind. Even if they had the lab, the equipment, they werenât making an effort to examine a bunch of dirty laundry for clues. And they wouldnât, unless the unthinkable happened . . . and then, what would it matter?
And the other , the terrible little voice inside her nagged. The other reason. The one she would not give credence to, that she would not entertain for one second, because it meant a breach of faith in her son so wide and deep that she wasnât sure she could ever come back from it.
âSweetheart, I think thatâs mostly on TV,â Colleen said shakily. And then she told a lie which, since it was a point of some honor with her to be as truthful as she could, alwaysâa core family value, so to speakâsurprised her with the ease with which it tripped off her lips. âI saw a documentary where they were saying that eighty percent of what we see on those shows is either impossible or police departments arenât equipped to handle it. In most cases evidence ends up in lockers and is never even looked at unless a case goes to court, and even then it gets lost or damaged way more often than youâd think. And I just canâtâTaylorâs mom and I canât take the risk of that happening. You understand . . . donât you?â
Jennie bit her lip, but she didnât look away.
âThereâs one more thing,â Colleen said, reaching for her purse. âNow I know youâll try to say no, because I can tell you were raised the way I raised my own son. You want to help just out of decency, but I also know youâre a young woman starting out, and itâs so hard these days, isnât it? I am going to give this to you whether you decide to help me get Taylorâs things or not. It, well, it means something tome, more than you can imagine, that you remember Paul and that youââ
Her voice broke, and suddenly the line between lie and truth blurred, and she was speaking more deeply from her heart than sheâd intended. âThat you said he was a nice boy,â she finished in her broken voice. She took Jennieâs hand and pressed the folded bills into her palm, closing her fingers over the money and squeezing. It was three hundred dollars, everything sheâd withdrawn from the ATM.
âOh, maâam . . . I couldnât,â Jennie said.
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