The Woods
I had no idea what the coup de grace was. So I stayed silent.
“The DNA test, Mrs. Perez. We got the results on the way over here. They’re just preliminary, but it’s a match. It’s your son.”
Man, I thought, she’s good.
“DNA?” Mrs. Perez shouted. “I didn’t give anyone permission to run a DNA test.”
“The police don’t need your permission,” Lucy said. “After all, according to you, Manolo Santiago is not your son.”
“But…but how did they get my DNA?”
I took that one. “We’re not at liberty to say.”
“You…you can do that?”
“We can, yes.”
Mrs. Perez sat back. For a long time she didn’t speak. We waited her out.
“You’re lying.”
“What?”
“The DNA test is wrong,” she said, “or you are lying. That man is not my son. My son was murdered twenty years ago. So was your sister. They died at your father’s summer camp because no one watched them. You are both chasing ghosts, that’s all.”
I looked over at Lucy, hoping she would have a clue here.
Mrs. Perez rose.
“I want you to leave now.”
“Please,” I said. “My sister disappeared that night too.”
“I can’t help you.”
I was going to say more, but Lucy shook me off. I decided that it might be better to regroup, see what she thought and had to say before I pressed.
When we were outside the door, Mrs. Perez said, “Don’t come back. Let me grieve in peace.”
“I thought your son died twenty years ago.”
“You never get over it,” Mrs. Perez said.
“No,” Lucy went on. “But at some point, you don’t want to be left to grieve in peace anymore.”
Lucy didn’t follow up after that. I headed back to her. The door closed. After we slipped into my car, I said, “Well?”
“Mrs. Perez is definitely lying.”
“Nice bluff,” I said.
“The DNA test?”
“Yeah.”
Lucy let that go. “In there. You mentioned the name Manolo Santiago.”
“That was Gil’s alias.”
She was processing. I waited another moment or two and then said, “What?”
“I visited my father yesterday. At his, uh, home. I checked the logbook. He’s had only one visitor other than me in the past month. A man named Manolo Santiago.”
“Whoa,” I said.
“Yes.”
I tried to let it settle. It wouldn’t. “So why would Gil Perez visit your father?”
“Good question.”
I thought about what Raya Singh had said, about Lucy and me lying. “Can you ask Ira?”
“I’ll try. He’s not well. His mind has a habit of wandering.”
“Worth a try.”
She nodded. I made a right turn, decided to change subjects.
“What makes you so sure Mrs. Perez is lying?” I asked.
“She’s grieving, for one thing. That smell? It’s candles. She was wearing black. You could see the red in the eyes, the slump of the shoulders. All that. Second, the pictures.”
“What about them?”
“I wasn’t lying in there. It is very unusual to have pictures dating back to childhood and leaving out a dead child. On its own, it wouldn’t mean much, but did you notice the funny spacing? There weren’t enough pictures for that mantel. My guess is, she took away the pictures with Gil in them. Just in case something like this happened.”
“You mean if someone came by?”
“I don’t know exactly. But I think Mrs. Perez was getting rid of evidence. She figured that she was the only one with pictures to use for identification. She couldn’t have thought that you’d still have one from that summer.”
I thought about it.
“Her reactions were all wrong, Cope. Like she was playing a role. She’s lying.”
“So the question is, what was she lying about?”
“When in doubt, go with the most obvious.”
“Which is?”
Lucy shrugged. “Gil helped Wayne kill them. That would explain everything. People always assumed that Steubens had an accomplice—how else did he bury those bodies so fast? But maybe it was only one body.”
“My sister’s.”
“Right. Then Wayne and Gil staged it to look like Gil died too. Maybe Gil has always been helping Wayne. Who knows?”
I said nothing.
“If that’s the case,” I said, “then my sister is dead.”
“I know.”
I said nothing.
“Cope?”
“What?”
“It’s not your fault.”
I said nothing.
“If anything,” she said, “it’s mine.”
I stopped the car. “How do you figure that?”
“You wanted to stay there that night. You wanted to work guard duty. I’m the one who lured you into the woods.”
“Lured?”
She said nothing.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“No,” she said.
“I had a mind of my own, Lucy. You didn’t make me do anything.”
She stayed quiet. Then she said, “You still blame yourself.”
I felt my grip tighten on the wheel. “No, I don’t.”
“Yeah, Cope, you do. Come on. Despite this recent revelation, you knew that your sister had to be dead. You were hoping for a second chance. You were hoping to still find redemption.”
“That psychology degree of yours,” I said. “It’s really paying off, huh?”
“I don’t mean to—”
“How about you, Luce?” My voice had more bite than I intended. “Do you blame yourself? Is that why you drink so damn much?”
Silence.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” I said.
Her voice was soft. “You don’t know anything about my life.”
“I know. I’m sorry. It’s none of my business.”
“Those DUIs were a long time ago.”
I said nothing. She turned away from me and looked out the window. We drove in silence.
“You may be right,” I said.
Her eyes stayed on the window.
“Here is something I’ve never told anyone,” I said. I felt my face flush and the tears push against my eyes. “After the night in the woods, my father never looked at me the same.”