The Bodies Left Behind

meet with Mr. Feldman about. I took the afternoon off work and went to see him but there was a problem with the buses and by the time I got to his office he’d left for the night. I knew it was important and I found out he was going to his place in Lake Mondac. He told me to come see him anytime to talk about Brad. He gave me his address. So I asked this guy I knew, Hart, to drive me up there. That was my mistake.” She shook her head.
    “What’s his full name?”
    “That’s it. He only goes by Hart. Anyway, he brought his friend along, Compton Lewis. Disgusting . . . gross. I should’ve said no right there. But I really wanted to see Steve. So we all drove up to the house together. I was going to talk to Steven and then we were going to leave. But as we’re driving up there, they start getting weirder and weirder. They’re like, ‘Bet there’s some nice shit in these houses.’ And, ‘Gotta be some rich people here.’ Next thing I know they see the Mercedes and they pull out guns, and I’m like, shit, oh, no. They go inside and start shooting. I tried to stop them. I grabbed this gun—”
    “That compact Glock in your possession was stolen from a gun show a half mile from where you lived with Sam Rolfe.”
    “It was their gun!” Michelle raised her hands to her face, crying or pretending to.
    “Would you like some coffee? A soda?”
    Some crackers for your low blood sugar . . . like the ones you scattered behind to lead Hart and his partner after us? Brynn kept a completely neutral face.
    Michelle looked up. Eyes red, face dry. It reminded Brynn of how she’d looked throughout much of that April night.
    I’m an actress.  . . .
    Brother, what I bought into.
    Michelle continued, “I was devastated. I couldn’t breathe I felt so terrible. Here it was, my fault. I’d brought those men up there. I can’t tell you how bad I felt. . . . I panicked. Sure, I lied a little. But who wouldn’t? I was scared. And then I see you in the wilderness. Sure, I had the gun. But I didn’t know who you were. Maybe you were with them. You had your uniform on. But you could have been part of it. I didn’t know what was going on. I was just scared. I had to lie. My life has always been about survival.
    “And what I feel worst about—I couldn’t believe I did it: at your house. I had a panic attack. I was so scared. . . . It was post-traumatic stress. I’ve always suffered from that. I thought Hart was in the house. You scared me. The gun went off. It was an accident! I’ll live with that forever. Hurting your mother by accident.”
    Brynn crossed her legs and looked at the waifish, beautiful woman, whose eyes now filled with tears.
    An Academy Award performance . . .
    “The evidence and witnesses tell a little differentstory, Michelle.” And she gave the woman a synopsis of how they’d come to learn her identity and what they knew of her plan. The ballistics, the ash in the fireplace, Steven Feldman’s phone records, the reports of her children being abused.
    “I talked to Social Services myself, Michelle. Steven Feldman’s supervisor. And to the witnesses and to your son’s teacher. Brad regularly had bruises on his arms and legs. Your daughter, Tory, had marks too.”
    “Oh, they have an accident or two. You take a child into the emergency room and right away you’re an abusive parent. I’ve never beaten him. . . . Oh, what a politically correct world this is,” she snapped. “Everybody swats their kids. Don’t you?”
    “No.”
    “Well, you should.” She was smiling cruelly. “Maybe you wouldn’t be having so much trouble with Joey, like you were telling me. And you let him get away with it. My son won’t get run over by a car or break his neck skateboarding. . . . Children need direction. They don’t respect you if you’re not firm. And they want to respect their parents.”
    Brynn now said, “Michelle, let me run through the case that we’ve got against you.” She rattled off summaries of expert testimony, witness statements and forensic evidence. It was overwhelming.
    The woman began to cry. “It’s not my fault! It isn’t!”
    Brynn reached over and shut off the camera.
    The woman looked up cautiously. She dried her eyes.
    “Michelle,” Brynn said softly, “here’s the situation.You heard the case against you. You will be convicted. There is no doubt in anyone’s mind about that. If you don’t cooperate you’ll go into a ten-by-four cell,