Page 86 of The Girl from Widow Hills
“It would ruin all of us, honey,” she whispered.
“Do you think Nathan Coleman is going to come forward with all of this?”
“If he does, I’d do the same thing I did ten years ago and ignore it. There’s nothing to corroborate it, so it doesn’t matter.”
I closed my eyes. “I remember,” I said, and I felt everything in the room stop moving. “Not all of it. But I remember the cold and the dark. I can’t stand enclosed places.”
She nodded. “Of course,” she said. “And you survived it. So let’s let this go. There’s no good that comes of it now.”
“Except,” I said, “Sean Coleman is dead.”
She frowned, and I could see all the questions rising to the surface.
“He died outside my house. And with everything you told me, it sounds like some people might think I have a pretty good motive.”
She stepped closer, so close I could smell the vodka on her breath. “Oh, honey, don’t you see? If this is really what it’s about, we all have a motive.” Her cold hands at my elbows, fingers pressing tight. “And if it comes out, we will all fall down.”
VOICEMAIL TRANSCRIPTS
AUGUST 27, 2020
NATHAN COLEMAN
9:13 A.M.
I feel we left things in a weird place. Driving by your place and would love to talk. I don’t see your car. Are you at work?
BENNETT SHAW
10:03 A.M.
