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  “My son was innocent, Matt. You and that dumb shit of a police chief we had back then railroaded that boy.” The woman’s small body shook with fury. “You killed my boy. You, Matt Ranieri. You built up a case out of nothing. You made it all up.” She wiped tears from her face with a shaking hand. “You told the jury Eric murdered that girl, and you made them believe you. My son was killed for a crime he did not commit, because of what you made up. The Bible says an eye for an eye.”

  She turned the gun onto Dorsey and repeated, “So tell me again why I should not take your daughter the same way you took my son.”

  “Momma, let me do it.” Tim touched his mother’s arm gently. “He’s right. Someone gets killed here, it’s murder one. I been in before, I can handle myself. You’d get eaten alive in that place.” He took a deep breath. “You want her to pay the price, I’ll do it. I’ll do him, too”-he pointed at Matt-“if that’s what it will take to end this for you.”

  Before Jeanette could reply, Dorsey spoke up boldly.

  “Before you blow either of us away, I’d think you’d want to know the truth about what happened back then.”

  “We know the truth,” Tim told her, his face twisted with anger. “Your father figured he’d come into this little town, take over this case, show Chief Taylor how it’s done, solve the case just like that”-he snapped his fingers-“make a big name for hisself, ride right on back out of town and onto a big career on the TV. So he sets up Eric, he-”

  “No,” Dorsey said. “It was Chief Taylor who set up Eric, not my father.”

  “Why would he have wanted to do that?” Jeanette sneered. “What’d he have against Eric?”

  “I’m not sure, but I’ll bet he knows.” Dorsey pointed at Tim. “Go ahead. Ask your son.”

  “I don’t know what she’s talking about, Momma, I swear,” Tim protested. “She’s just saying anything she can think of to save her ass.”

  “Both you and Eric had run-ins with Jeff Feeney,” Dorsey reminded him.

  “Yeah, so?”

  “So what were the fights about?” Dorsey met his eyes levelly.

  “I don’t remember,” Tim muttered.

  “Isn’t that funny?” Dorsey said. “Jeff doesn’t remember, either.”

  “What’s so funny about that? It happened a long time ago.”

  “I remember the bar fight that got you sent away, but I don’t remember hearin’ nothing about no fight with Jeff Feeney.” Jeanette turned her attention to her son. “What was it you was fightin’ about?”

  “I said I don’t remember.”

  “Timothy Beale, you have never been a good liar. You look me in the eyes and tell me what that fight was about,” Jeanette demanded.

  “It was something personal between me and Jeff, okay?”

  “And the fight with Eric was personal between him and Jeff?” Dorsey asked.

  “Yes. I mean, I suppose so. I don’t know.”

  “You were already in prison then. When Eric and Jeff got into it, you were already serving time,” Dorsey reminded him.

  “Was there something going on back then I didn’t know about, son?”

  “Momma, this ain’t the time,” Tim told her.

  “I’m standin’ here with a gun on this man, and I’m thinkin’ about pulling the trigger. If there’s something I need to know, if something else happened back then, damn it, I need to know it now.”

  “Jeff was always on me. Always gettin’ in my face back then. First me, then Eric.”

  “About what?” Jeanette’s voice had dropped to almost a whisper, as if she knew what his answer might be. When he started to shake his head, she snapped, “Say it.”

  “It was about you, Momma,” Tim told her. “He was always goin’ on about you. Tellin’ the most awful lies about you. I can’t even repeat them, they was so bad.”

  Jeanette stared at her son for a very long time, her color fading until her skin lost its early-summer tan and turned pasty white.

  “You argued with Jeff Feeney about me. Eric argued with Jeff about me,” she repeated.

  “About the lies he was sayin’. Every time he saw me, he’d say it. And he was always teasing Eric.”

  “It was all about me?” Jeanette appeared dumb-struck.

  “It was all about lies, Momma.” Tim raised his voice to his mother for the first time. “If you knew what he was saying about you-” He stopped himself.

  “I want to know what he said.”

  “He said you were…said you were a whore,” Tim whispered, as if saying it would make it so. “Said he…said he even seen you one time with his own grandfather. I knew it was an ugly lie.”

  Jeanette crossed to her son, sat down, and buried her head in her hands. After a few minutes, she raised a tear-stained face and whispered, “It wasn’t a lie, Timmy. It wasn’t a lie.”

  The silence in the room grew as seconds ticked on.

  “If he told you he saw me and Roy Feeney together, he was most likely telling the truth. Me and Roy, we were together for a long time, Tim.” She wet her lips. “If that makes me a whore, well-”

  “That can’t be true.” Tim stared at his mother as if she were a stranger. “You and that old man…” Tim screwed up his face in a look of disbelief. “You…you had an affair with him?”

  “Might as well get it all out on the table, since it’s come up.” Jeanette wiped the tears from her eyes and took a deep breath. “Roy Feeney was Eric’s father.”

  “That can’t be true, Momma.”

  Jeanette nodded. “I’m sorry, son. I never meant for anyone to find out.”

  “Wait…is this Mrs. Taylor’s father we’re talking about?” Dorsey broke in. “Chief Taylor’s father-in-law?”

  “Yes,” Jeanette answered.

  “But he died right about the time Eric was arrested, right?” Dorsey frowned. “I remember someone saying that Mrs. Taylor inherited big time from her father.”

  “ Roy was pretty well off, it’s true,” Jeanette said. “I imagine he left quite a bit to her and to his son.”

  “I bet if Mrs. Taylor found out her father’d had another child, she would have been one angry lady. She might have wondered if Eric-or you-might be thinking about making a claim on the estate,” Dorsey said thoughtfully.

  “I never would have done that. Besides, Eric didn’t know,” she said, speaking to Tim now.

  “But Mrs. Taylor wouldn’t have known that,” Dorsey thought aloud.

  “You think maybe she thought Eric knew?” Jeanette frowned. “Boy, she sure wouldn’t have wanted that story goin’ around town. She was pretty uppity, you know?”

  “She still is.”

  “You met her?”

  Dorsey nodded. “We went to ask her about the chief’s file on the case. We wanted to read over the witness statements but the file was missing. Chief Bowden suggested we ask Mrs. Taylor if any of the old files were still in the house, but she wouldn’t give us the time of day.”

  “Why were you wanting to read the file?” Jeanette asked.

  “Because it looked like somehow the evidence had been slanted to make everyone believe that Eric had killed Shannon. And since we know that Shannon didn’t die in 1983, I was trying to figure out what really happened back then, and why.”

  “I’m sorry, but I am totally lost,” Matt said.

  “When you arrived in Hatton, what were you told by Chief Taylor, Pop?”

  “That Shannon had been murdered, her body hidden, and they were pretty sure Eric had killed her. Taylor had the bloody shirt, he had Eric’s admission he’d picked up Shannon that afternoon, and Taylor told me Eric had all but confessed to him.” Matt thought for a moment, then added, “And there was a witness who said she’d seen Shannon in Eric’s car about an hour after Eric swore he’d dropped her off.”

  “We now know that was a lie,” Dorsey turned to her father. “Kimmie White admitted to me she made that up. The chief told her that all he needed was an eyewitness. She was pissed off at Eric for turning
her down for a school dance, and then going with someone else. She said she just wanted the police to scare Eric, bring him in for questioning, then they’d let him go.”

  Matt put the rest together. “And when they searched his car and found the bloody shirt, which Kim had no way of knowing about, they figured they had the killer.”

  “You mean that bitch-” Tim clutched at the gun.

  Dorsey nodded. “Yeah. She lied.”

  “But why would Chief Taylor go after him like that? Why was he so convinced that Eric…” Matt started, then paused, nodded, and said, “Oh, Christ. The wife.”

  “Mrs. Beale, you said Roy Feeney died around the time Eric was arrested. Do you remember if it was before or after?” Dorsey asked.

  “ Roy died two weeks after Eric was arrested, but he’d been very sick for a while,” Jeanette told her. “It had been months since I’d seen him, but I’d heard he was just going downhill every day. He was in and out of a coma for weeks, and no one knew if he was going to survive or not. I don’t believe he was ever aware that Eric was arrested.”

  “Did Roy ever talk about adding Eric to his will?” Matt asked.

  “Yeah, plenty of times,” Jeanette said, nodding, “but I kept telling him I wasn’t sure it would be worth all the trouble it would cause for Eric and for me, after he was gone. I figured Eric would make his way in life, just like everyone else had to. Roy ’s wife had been gone for about eight years before we ever got together, but he had those two grown kids. I wouldn’t have wanted to tangle with either one of them. They’re both nasty things.” She grew thoughtful. “I always thought it was so strange that such a sweet man could have such awful kids. Anyway, I figured with Eric not being the wiser, we should just let it be. And of course, there was the fact that my husband would have killed me. We were still living together back then. He would have killed me and Eric without a second thought, if he’d known about me and Roy.”

  “But Roy ’s two adult children wouldn’t have known that. So if he mentioned to his daughter that he was going to add another heir to his will, she’d probably have been pretty upset, right?”

  “She wouldn’t have wanted to share Roy ’s money, that’s for sure.” Jeanette nodded. “Everybody in town knew she had her heart set on that big house, on fixin’ it up and livin’ like royalty once she came into money.”

  “So didn’t it ever strike you as odd that Eric was arrested by Chief Taylor-Roy ’s son-in-law-just weeks before Roy died?”

  “No.” Jeanette shook her head. “If I’d known that Eleanor knew, yeah, maybe. But I had no idea that anyone knew except me and Roy. I figured that Taylor being married to Roy ’s daughter was just an unfortunate coincidence.”

  “And wasn’t it convenient that Shannon just happened to go missing right around that time,” Matt said. “Then when Kimmie set Taylor onto Eric and they found the bloody shirt-”

  “ Roy ’s daughter saw her chance to eliminate the competition,” Dorsey said, finishing Matt’s train of thought. “ Roy probably hadn’t added Eric to his will by then, he was in a coma, but there was no guarantee he’d stay that way. If he survived and wanted to change his will, his daughter would tell him, look, this kid is a murderer, why would you own up to him now? You don’t want anyone to know he’s your son.”

  “She must have been counting on Roy dying without coming out of the coma, so the secret would end with him.” Matt nodded. “Even if Eric was acquitted and Jeanette made a claim on the estate, who’d have believed her?”

  “But why would Taylor call in the FBI?” Dorsey wondered.

  “Easier to wash his hands,” Matt replied. “No matter what happened, he would be clean. He knew Eric was innocent, but if he was convicted, it wasn’t Taylor ’s fault. And if Eric got off, he could tell his wife the FBI had screwed up. He eases his conscience, either way.”

  “But wouldn’t he be afraid you’d learn the truth?” Jeanette asked. “Make him look stupid?”

  “If I’d done my job the way I should have, yeah, he ran that chance,” Matt admitted. “But as it was, there were no other suspects, no reason to think Shannon would have run away or that Kimmie had lied. The lake outside of town has a lot of caves underneath it. The word was that Shannon ’s body had been dumped in the lake and had gotten into one of them. We had divers go in, but there were too many caves and passages between them to search them all. The police searched the woods for days but came up with nothing. There was no trace of Shannon anywhere except in Eric’s car. If it turned out otherwise, he could always say, he couldn’t override the FBI.”

  “Lie upon lie, secret upon secret,” Jeanette muttered. “Sin upon sin…”

  Matt reached across the table for her hand. “I’m so sorry,” he told her. “I’d give anything to go back in time and make this right, for Eric and for you, to do what I should have done.”

  She stared at him for a long thoughtful moment. “I believe you would.”

  “Momma?” Tim spoke up. “What are we going to do now?” He waved the gun as if to remind her he still had it. “You see any point in shooting him?”

  Jeanette sighed. “Hell, I guess I don’t want anyone to die. But I did want someone to answer for what happened to Eric. I guess you’ve done that, best as anyone can.”

  “I think the ones we need to be shootin’ are Kimmie and Mrs. Taylor,” Tim said.

  “We’re not shootin’ anyone. Let it go, son.” Jeanette stood. “It’s time to just let it go. We got some answers, that’s more than we had yesterday.”

  “What about them?” Tim waved the gun at Matt and Dorsey. “We just let them go?”

  “Yes, and put that damned gun away.”

  “How do you figure we’re gonna get out of here without them”-Tim pointed toward the yard-“blowin’ our heads off?”

  “I can take care of that, if you’ll give me my bag,” Dorsey said.

  Jeanette handed over the bag and Dorsey searched inside for her cell. She dialed Andrew’s number.

  “Tell everyone to stand down. This has all been a big misunderstanding. We’re all coming out now, and I want your promise that Mrs. Beale will be free to leave, and that no charges will be filed against her or Tim.”

  “Are you kidding?” a skeptical Andrew asked.

  “No, I’m not kidding.”

  “Are you sure everything’s all right? They’re not making you say this at gunpoint?”

  “No, it’s fine. I swear it.”

  “All right. I’ll take care of it, if you’re sure.”

  “I’m sure. Thanks, Andrew.” Dorsey hung up and turned to Mrs. Beale. “He just needs a minute to get everyone calmed down.”

  She looked at the gun Tim was still holding. “You plannin’ on puttin’ that away before we open the door? Someone might get the wrong idea, they see you walkin’ out with that thing in your hand.”

  “How do I know you’re not trickin’ us?” Tim asked Dorsey.

  “Agent Shields gave me his word. He’ll keep it.”

  “Don’t know that I’m ready to trust you. Either of you.”

  “Then you can sit in here on your butt by yourself,” Jeanette told him. “I’m goin’ out with them.”

  She stood and handed over Dorsey’s gun. Dorsey slipped it into her bag.

  “You satisfied?” Jeanette turned to Tim. “If she was going to do something, she’d have turned that gun on me right then and there.” She softened slightly. “Put it away, son, untie the man, and let’s go.”

  Tim reluctantly did as he was told, removed the cords from Matt’s wrists, then put his gun in one of the kitchen drawers and opened the door. He turned back to Matt and asked, “You comin’ with us?”

  “I’m right beside you.” Matt gratefully followed Tim out of the trailer, followed by Dorsey and Jeanette.

  Dorsey looped her hand through Jeanette’s arm as they crossed the yard, the entire gathering of law enforcement watching for one misstep on the part of either of the Beales. When Dorsey reached Andrew, sh
e said, “Have you met Mrs. Beale?”

  “Not formally. Andrew Shields.” He shook her hand. “We’re all so sorry for what happened. Believe me when I tell you that any one of us would do anything to undo this.”

  “That’s pretty much what Matt said, back in there.” Jeanette nodded slowly. “I appreciate that.”

  “Dorsey, the county sheriff is down there and he wants to know what we’re charging them with,” John Mancini asked as he approached.

  Jeanette Beale went white.

  “They’re not being charged,” she said, and as she turned, the sheriff walked up with his hands on his hips.

  Before he could say a word, Dorsey told him, “This has all gotten out of hand. No one had any intention of hurting anyone. Tim and his mother just wanted some time to speak with my father without being disturbed. All the press here spooked them, and they had questions they wanted to ask.” She gave him her best smile, then turned to John and said, “And Mrs. Beale provided us with some important information. I’m pretty sure I know how it all went down back then, thanks to her.”

  John and Andrew pretended they didn’t see Jeanette’s eyebrows raised in question.

  “So you’re telling me that boy threatened to put a bullet in your father’s head just so he could have some time to talk?” The sheriff wasn’t buying it.

  “That was all blown out of proportion,” Dorsey assured him calmly. “There was never any real danger.”

  “I think we’re fine here, Sheriff.” John extended his hand to the man and shook it soundly. “I appreciate your backup. Sorry to have called you out on a false alarm.”

  “Right.” The sheriff shook his head as he walked back to the road.

  “Mrs. Beale, please introduce me to your son.” John took Jeanette’s arm. “He’s right over here with Matt and a few of our other agents.”

  Dorsey started to follow, but Andrew grabbed her arm.

  “I want you to know I’m really sorry. I wouldn’t have cut you out if I’d had a choice.”

  She waved off his apology. “It worked out okay. I understand the position you were in.”

  “So you think you have the whole case worked out?”