Chapter 9: The Associate Breaks
The living associate broke on a plea conversation regarding a different old case, and in the package of his cooperation came three paragraphs about the bridge.
He still denied laying hands on Clara or the children. He described a meeting that was supposed to scare a woman into signing papers, a car that did not arrive at the pier, a frantic call from Gwen, a decision to “make it look like they never meant to get there.” He claimed another man—dead—had followed the car. He claimed the river story was a convenience the department preferred in an era of thinner forensics. He gave a name for the dead man that matched the plate history.
Ruiz called me from her car. Her voice had lost a layer of neutrality.
“We are not promising you what you want,” she said. “We are telling you the river theory is no longer the lead theory.”
I sat down on the motel bed because the floor moved.
“The children,” I said.
“I know.”
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We did not speak for a full ten seconds. Then she said she would need me for another formal statement, and that Gwen would be interviewed under a different temperature.
My nephew cried in the bathroom with the fan on so I would not hear. I heard anyway. I did not interrupt. Forty years had given him a missing aunt and cousins as family lore. Now lore was growing bones.
