Criminal

back. This has gone far enough.”
    “I was—”
    “Stop!” Landry banged his fist against the door. “Just shut your fucking mouth!” he shouted. “I told you to leave and you’d better goddamn leave.”
    Evelyn was visibly startled, but she tried, “We just—”
    “You want me to make you?” He snatched the Kel-Lite out of Evelyn’s hand and jabbed it into her chest. “You like that?” He jabbed her again, then again, until her back was to the wall. “Not so mouthy now, are you?”
    Amanda tried, “Rick—”
    “Shut up!” There was a flash of white skin as he jammed the flashlight up Evelyn’s skirt and pressed it between her legs. He warned, “Unless you want that for real, you better do as I damn well say. You hear me?”
    Evelyn didn’t speak. She could only nod. Her hands shook as they went up in surrender.
    “Don’t fuck around with me,” Landry warned. “You got that?”
    “She’s sorry,” Amanda said. “We’re both sorry. Rick, please. We’re sorry.”
    Slowly, he pulled the flashlight out from under Evelyn’s skirt. With one hand, he flipped it around and held out the handle to Amanda. He told her, “Get her the hell out of here.”
    Which is exactly what Amanda did.

eight
    Present Day
    MONDAY
    The cabdriver gave Will a dubious look as he stopped in front of 316 Carver Street. “You sure this is the place, man?”
    “I’m sure.” Will checked the meter and handed him a ten. “Keep the change.”
    The guy seemed reluctant to take the money. “I know you’re a cop and all, but that don’t make much matter after dark. You feel me?”
    Will opened the door. “I appreciate the warning.”
    “You sure you don’t want me to wait?”
    “No, but thank you.” Will got out of the car. Still, the man dawdled. It wasn’t until Will walked toward the side of the building that the cab slowly pulled away.
    Will watched the taillights disappear down the street. Then he turned and picked his way past the tall weeds and brambles as he headed to the rear of the children’s home. Between the moon and the streetlights, he had a pretty clear path to the back of the house. He stepped around syringes and condoms, broken glass and piles of trash.
    He remembered Sara’s earlier warning about all the dangers inside the house. She’d been full of observations tonight. And pretty pissed off. Will couldn’t blame her. He was pretty pissed off himself. He was actually furious.
    Hell, he was still furious.
    Will’s fists clenched as he rounded the house. He knew he was in an almost delirious state of denial about what was really bothering him. His father out of prison. That monster breathing free air. Will pushed this back down, just as he’d been pushing it down since he first found out.
    The entire time Sara was stitching up his ankle, the only thing Will could think about was going into Amanda’s hospital room and beating the truth out of her. Why did the parole board let his father out of prison? Why did Amanda find out before Will? What else was she hiding from him?
    She had to be hiding something. She always hid something.
    And she would die before she let Will in on it. She was tougher than any man Will had ever known. She wasn’t exactly a liar, but she did things with the truth that made you think you were losing your mind. Will had given up on trying to be direct with Amanda a long time ago. Fifteen years of studying her personality had revealed nothing but the fact that she lived for subtleties and riddles. She delighted in tricking him. For every question Will had, she’d have another question, and pretty soon they’d be talking about things that would probably make him wish he hadn’t gotten out of bed this morning. Or this year. Or ever in his life.
    Why was she at the children’s home tonight? What was she looking for? How much did she know about his father?
    Will could already guess Amanda’s answers. She was out for an evening drive. Who didn’t enjoy a leisurely romp through the ghetto when they were supposed to be working a kidnapping case? She saw Will and Sara inside the house and wondered why they were there. Is it wrong to be curious? Of course she knew about his father. She was his boss. It was her job to know everything about Will.
    Except for one thing. The old broad had knocked her head hard enough to lose her legendary control.
    “I told Edna to shore up these steps a million times.”
    Edna, as in Mrs. Edna Flannigan.
    Amanda was in the middle of