The Maze
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"When we finally got to the center of the maze, Marlin was there and he was smiling. He smiled even when I thought he knifed Belinda. I thought he'd kill me next. I can remember screaming, running to where Belinda was lying. The horror of it just shut me down. That's all I remember."
"And you just refused to remember it later," Dr. Lauren Bowers said to Savich. "Anything else?"
"Did Marlin tell Belinda he had to punish her because she cursed too much? Because she bad-mouthed her husband?"
"I think so. Wait, yes, he did."
"I think we know everything she needs to let go of the past." Dillon was silent a moment, then he said quietly, "Before you bring her back, ask her what she wanted to do with her life before Belinda's murder. Oh yes, tell her not to recall it."
When Lacey awoke she looked at Dillon and said, "The answer was there all the time, locked in my brain. I guess that's why I had the horrible nightmares for months and months after Belinda's murder, why I was terrified that someone would get to me and murder me. That's why I had the nightmare at your house, Dillon. It was coming too close. The dream helped me keep it under wraps."
"That's right, Lacey. But it's gone now."
Savich asked her later as they walked to the car, "Will you tell Douglas that Belinda did indeed have an affair with Marlin, that it was his child she carried?'"
"I think he already knew. I don't think he knew it was Marlin, but he sure had to know that it wasn't his kid.
"Belinda wouldn't have ever had an abortion. She wanted that baby. Yes, Douglas must have known he had a low sperm count, even then he must have known. And that's why he hit her, he was furious."
"Yet he married Candice when she told him she was pregnant. Guess he wanted to believe that despite a low sperm count, he'd scored. Who knows? Now maybe he and Candice have a good shot at making it. If he can't sire a kid and she doesn't want one, well, then, all problems are solved."
"Now that I can remember, I can see that Belinda's life was out of control. I don't think she was difficult, like our mother, which is what my father told me, but she was over the edge. And I was a bratty teenager, bugging her, spying on her."
"Yes, you're probably right. And that's the answer to the differences Wild Ralph York found in all the physical comparisons he did of the murders. Marlin killed Belinda for different reasons and the differences show up in how he built the props. You know something else, Sherlock?"
She cocked her head to the side in that unique way she had. He patted her cheek. "It's all over now. Every shred of it, every scintilla. There'll be the media, but you can handle that. Jimmy Maitland will try to protect you from the vultures as much as he can. Oh yeah, there's just one other detail." He paused a moment, frowning down at his shoes. "Hannah hired a hood, one of her informants, to go after you in that car, and the same guy broke into your house. She claims that he didn't follow orders. She never told him to rape you, just scare the shit out of you. She says she's really sorry, Sherlock, claims she never meant to hurt you. She's been asked to leave the Bureau. It's up to you if you want her prosecuted."
"Did she tell you why she did it?"
"She claims she lost it. She was crazy jealous. She thought she could scare you off, make you pack up and go back to California."
"If we get the guy she hired, then she'd have to take a fall too, wouldn't she?"
He nodded, then said, "Yes. If they catch the guy, she'd be prosecuted."
"Let me think about it."
He helped her into his Porsche, then walked around to the driver's side. He gave the left front tire a good kick. "Damned car. I can't believe it wouldn't start that night. If Luke hadn't come along, we might have been in deep trouble."
"Luke's coming to the wedding?"
"Oh yes." He leaned over and kissed her. "Fasten your seat belt. I'm feeling like a wild and crazy guy."
"I'm feeling kind of wild and crazy too. Tell you what. Why don't we go home and watch old movies and eat popcorn?"
"Why don't we go home and make our own movies? Popcorn is optional."
"But you don't have a movie camera, do you?"
"Let's call this a dress rehearsal."
She gave him a slow, sweet smile. "You promise to make me a star?"
EPILOGUE
I DON'T BELIEVE THIS," Lacey said as she took a glass of chardonnay from Fuzz, the bartender.
"And you just refused to remember it later," Dr. Lauren Bowers said to Savich. "Anything else?"
"Did Marlin tell Belinda he had to punish her because she cursed too much? Because she bad-mouthed her husband?"
"I think so. Wait, yes, he did."
"I think we know everything she needs to let go of the past." Dillon was silent a moment, then he said quietly, "Before you bring her back, ask her what she wanted to do with her life before Belinda's murder. Oh yes, tell her not to recall it."
When Lacey awoke she looked at Dillon and said, "The answer was there all the time, locked in my brain. I guess that's why I had the horrible nightmares for months and months after Belinda's murder, why I was terrified that someone would get to me and murder me. That's why I had the nightmare at your house, Dillon. It was coming too close. The dream helped me keep it under wraps."
"That's right, Lacey. But it's gone now."
Savich asked her later as they walked to the car, "Will you tell Douglas that Belinda did indeed have an affair with Marlin, that it was his child she carried?'"
"I think he already knew. I don't think he knew it was Marlin, but he sure had to know that it wasn't his kid.
"Belinda wouldn't have ever had an abortion. She wanted that baby. Yes, Douglas must have known he had a low sperm count, even then he must have known. And that's why he hit her, he was furious."
"Yet he married Candice when she told him she was pregnant. Guess he wanted to believe that despite a low sperm count, he'd scored. Who knows? Now maybe he and Candice have a good shot at making it. If he can't sire a kid and she doesn't want one, well, then, all problems are solved."
"Now that I can remember, I can see that Belinda's life was out of control. I don't think she was difficult, like our mother, which is what my father told me, but she was over the edge. And I was a bratty teenager, bugging her, spying on her."
"Yes, you're probably right. And that's the answer to the differences Wild Ralph York found in all the physical comparisons he did of the murders. Marlin killed Belinda for different reasons and the differences show up in how he built the props. You know something else, Sherlock?"
She cocked her head to the side in that unique way she had. He patted her cheek. "It's all over now. Every shred of it, every scintilla. There'll be the media, but you can handle that. Jimmy Maitland will try to protect you from the vultures as much as he can. Oh yeah, there's just one other detail." He paused a moment, frowning down at his shoes. "Hannah hired a hood, one of her informants, to go after you in that car, and the same guy broke into your house. She claims that he didn't follow orders. She never told him to rape you, just scare the shit out of you. She says she's really sorry, Sherlock, claims she never meant to hurt you. She's been asked to leave the Bureau. It's up to you if you want her prosecuted."
"Did she tell you why she did it?"
"She claims she lost it. She was crazy jealous. She thought she could scare you off, make you pack up and go back to California."
"If we get the guy she hired, then she'd have to take a fall too, wouldn't she?"
He nodded, then said, "Yes. If they catch the guy, she'd be prosecuted."
"Let me think about it."
He helped her into his Porsche, then walked around to the driver's side. He gave the left front tire a good kick. "Damned car. I can't believe it wouldn't start that night. If Luke hadn't come along, we might have been in deep trouble."
"Luke's coming to the wedding?"
"Oh yes." He leaned over and kissed her. "Fasten your seat belt. I'm feeling like a wild and crazy guy."
"I'm feeling kind of wild and crazy too. Tell you what. Why don't we go home and watch old movies and eat popcorn?"
"Why don't we go home and make our own movies? Popcorn is optional."
"But you don't have a movie camera, do you?"
"Let's call this a dress rehearsal."
She gave him a slow, sweet smile. "You promise to make me a star?"
EPILOGUE
I DON'T BELIEVE THIS," Lacey said as she took a glass of chardonnay from Fuzz, the bartender.
