The Mephisto Club

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    “Where is Dominic?” asked Jane.
    “He’s dead,” said Lily.
    A moment passed as the detective processed that information, as she reached her own conclusions. Through the closed window came the wail of a passing fire truck, but inside this car, there was only the hiss of the heater.
    Jane said, “You killed him?”
    Lily swallowed. “Yes.”
    “So his mother never came for him, did she? She never took him abroad. That’s why you wrote that letter to the school.”
    Lily’s head drooped lower. There was no point in denying anything. This woman had already put it all together. “The school called. They kept calling, wanting to know if he was coming back. I had to write the letter so they’d stop asking me where he was.”
    “How did you kill him?”
    Lily took in a shuddering breath. “It was the week after my father’s funeral. Dominic was in our garage looking at my mother’s car. He said she wouldn’t need it anymore, so maybe he could have it.” Lily’s voice dropped to a tight whisper. “That’s when I told him I knew. I knew he killed them.”
    “How did you know?”
    “Because I found his notebook. He kept it under his mattress.”
    “What was in the notebook?”
    “It was all about us. Pages and pages about the boring Saul family. What we did every day, the things we said to each other. He had notes about which path Teddy always took to the lake. About which pills we kept in the bathroom cabinet. What we ate for breakfast, how we said good night.” She paused. Swallowed. “And he knew where my father kept the key to his gun cabinet.” She looked at Jane. “He was like a scientist, studying us. And we were nothing but lab rats.”
    “Did he actually write in his notebook that he’d killed your family?”
    She hesitated. “No. His last entry was August eighth, the day that Teddy…” She stopped. “He knew better than to actually write about it.”
    “Where is that notebook now? Do you still have it?”
    “I burned it. Along with all his other books. I couldn’t stand the sight of them.”
    Lily could read the look in Jane’s eyes.
You destroyed the evidence. Why should I believe you?
    “Okay,” said Jane. “You said you found Dominic in the garage, that you confronted him there.”
    “I was so upset, I didn’t think about what would happen next.”
    “What did happen?”
    “When I told him I knew what he’d done, he just stared right back at me. No fear, no guilt. ‘You can’t prove it,’” he said. She took a breath and slowly released it. “Even if I could have proved it, he was only fifteen. He wouldn’t have gone to jail. In a few years, he would have been free. But my family would still be dead.”
    “Then what happened?”
    “I asked him why. Why he’d do something so terrible. And you know what he said?”
    “What?”
    “‘You should have been nicer to me.’ That was his answer. That’s all he said. Then he smiled and walked out of the barn, as if he didn’t have a care in the world.” She paused. “That’s when I did it.”
    “How?”
    “I picked up a shovel. It was leaning up against the wall. I don’t even remember reaching for it. I didn’t even feel the weight of it. It was like—like my arms were someone else’s. He fell, but he was still conscious, and he started to crawl away.” She released a deep sigh and said softly, “So I hit him again.”
    Outside the night had fallen quiet. The bitter weather had driven pedestrians off the street, and only an occasional car glided past.
    “And then?” asked Jane.
    “All I could think of was how to get rid of the body. I got him into my mother’s car. I thought, maybe I could make it look like an accident. It was nighttime, so no one would see anything. I drove the car over to this quarry a few miles out of town. I rolled it over the edge, into the water. I assumed that someone would eventually spot it. Someone would report that a car was down there.” Lily gave a disbelieving laugh. “But nobody did. Can you imagine that?” She looked at Jane. “Nobody ever found it.”
    “So then you went on with your life.”
    “I graduated from high school. And I left town, for good. I didn’t want to be there if they ever found his body.”
    They stared at each other for a moment. Jane said, “You realize you’ve just confessed to murdering Dominic Saul. I’ll have to place you under arrest.”
    Lily didn’t flinch. “I’d do it again. He deserved it.”
    “Who knew about