house. Someone had leaked the discovery of my ‘man
cave’ of goods on my sister’s property, my imminent arrest.
Neither of us had dared to so much as flick at a curtain.
Go walked into the room in flannel boxers and her high
school Butthole Surfers T-shirt, her laptop in the crook of an
arm. ‘Every one hates you again,’ she said.
‘Fickle fucks.’
‘Last night someone leaked the information about the
shed, about Amy’s purse and the diary. Now it’s all:
Nick Is
a Liar, Nick Is a Killer, Nick Is a Lying Killer
. Sharon
Schieber just released
a statement saying she was
very
shocked and disappointed
with the direction the case was
taking. Oh, and everyone knows all about the porn –
Kill the
Bitches
.’
‘
Hurt the Bitch
.’
‘Oh, excuse me,’ she said. ‘Hurt
the Bitch
. So
Nick Is
a Lying Killer-slash-Sexual Sadist
. Ellen Abbott is going to
go fucking rabid. She’s crazy anti-porn lady.’
‘Of course she is,’ I said. ‘I’m sure Amy is very aware
of that.’
‘Nick?’ she said in her
wake up
voice. ‘This is bad.’
‘Go, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks, we
need to remember that,’ I said. ‘What matters right now is
what Amy is thinking. If
she’s
softening toward me.’
‘Nick. You really think she can go that fast from hating
you so much to falling in love with you again?’
It was the fifth anniversary of our conversation on this
topic.
‘Go, yeah, I do. Amy was never a person with any sort
of bullshit detector. If you said she looked beautiful, she
knew that was a fact. If you said she was brilliant, it wasn’t
flattery, it was her due. So yeah, I think a good chunk of her
truly believes that if I can only see the error of my ways, of
course
I’ll be in love with her again. Because why in God’s
name wouldn’t I be?’
‘And if it turns out she’s developed a bullshit detector?’
‘You know Amy; she needs to win. She’s less pissed
off that I cheated than that I picked someone else over her.
She’ll want me back just to prove that she’s the winner.
Don’t you agree? Just seeing me begging her to come
back so I can worship her properly, it will be hard for her to
resist. Don’t you think?’
‘I think it’s
a decent idea,’ she said in the way you
might wish someone good luck on the lottery.
‘Hey, if you’ve got something better, by all fucking
means.’
We snapped like that at each other now. We’d never
done that before. After the police found the woodshed, they
grilled Go, hard, just as Tanner had predicted:
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