Authors: Danielle Girard
Tags: #Fiction, #Historical, #Literary
she said quickly. “It’s a good idea.”
watched her, the nervousness in the way her eyes flitted across the room and
she played with her blazer button. He pretended to watch Polaski, wondering
what she would say.
did you want to go?”
shrugged. “I’ll think of something.”
paused and tried to look nonchalant. “Okay. Tell me where and I’ll meet you
grinned. “Okay. I’ll leave you a message tomorrow.”
waved for Nick to return.
to go.” He paused and looked at her. “See you tomorrow?”
nodded. “Tomorrow.” She motioned to the room. “Give Lugino my regards.”
smiled without meeting his gaze. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
thought briefly about the prospect of a dinner alone with Sam. Apart from work,
they hadn’t been alone since that night. She’d always kept at least one boy
around as a barrier. Or maybe there was just always a boy around. He reminded
himself that tomorrow would just be two friends having dinner. With a quick
breath, Nick entered the interview room and sat down next to Polaski.
had already agreed that Nick would take the regular questions and Polaski would
butt in when they didn’t like Lugino’s answers. A classic good cop, bad cop.
cracked his knuckles to relieve some of the tension that had built up in his
body and forced his mind back to the case.
ready to talk to us, Lugino?” Nick asked.
man nodded, looking exhausted.
flipped on the handheld recorder and placed it in front of the suspect. “Please
state your full name for the record.”
of birth,” Nick continued.
twenty-four, nineteen fifty-three.”
was the nature of your relationship with Sandi Walters?”
furrowed his brow.
did you know Sandi Walters, Mr. Lugino?”
nodded. “She was my girlfriend.”
she was with someone else, maybe even married to him. Sandi was with Mick
Walters, wasn’t she?”
shook his head. “They weren’t together, and they never got married. He’s
Molly’s dad, is all.”
that doesn’t bother you?”
shook his head. “He’s basically a good guy. Sandi and I were good together.
sure Sandi wasn’t planning to get back with Mick? Maybe that made you jealous?
Maybe you lost your temper?”
shook his head. “Ask Sandi’s mom, ask Mick. Hell, you can even ask Molly. Sandi
and I were together, Mick’s around for Molly’s sake, but Sandi wasn’t
interested in him.”
continued to question Lugino on his relationship with Sandi Walters, when they
met, where they went. He’d already heard it three times, but this time it was
official. This time it was being recorded. It wasn’t going anywhere. Even as he
spoke, he wondered if the lab would get any more information on the case—some other
lead to follow, a match to the print.
you use alcohol?”
loud, please, Mr. Lugino.”
I drink sometimes.”
you ever take drugs with Sandi Walters?”
he answered again.
didn’t need to see Polaski’s reaction to know Lugino was lying. He was a bad
you ever taken drugs, Mr. Lugino?” Polaski interrupted, leaning over the table
and pushing his scarred face toward Lugino.
suspect looked around the room and then closed his eyes before answering.
“Yeah, a long time ago I did.”
lie to us again,” Polaski warned.
looked at Nick for help.
sort of drugs?” Nick asked.
shifted in his seat, the plastic chair making a cracking sound. “It was a long
time ago. What difference does it make?”
the question,” Polaski ordered tightly.
wiped a hand across his forehead. “Yeah, I used to do drugs.”
sort of drugs?”
man shrugged, though he appeared anything but relaxed. “I don’t know—pot
mostly. Some acid, ’shrooms.”
made a low sound like a growl.
some smack once or twice maybe.”
Nick continued like he was reading off a laundry list.
gave him a blank look.
Polaski added. “You ever do crank?”
looked down at the floor. “Yeah, probably, but a long time ago.”
looked relieved. “No. I never did coke.”
knew it was too expensive. “What about the night of July twelfth? Were you taking
shook his head.
answer out loud,” Nick said.
don’t think so.”
don’t think so?” Polaski asked.
ran a hand through his hair, which he had pulled straight and it was now
standing on end in some places. The gray showed under the harsh halogen lights,
and Nick noticed his skin looked gray too. “I don’t remember—maybe.”
sort of drugs would you have taken?”
maybe some downers.”
squinted, turning his head to the side, perplexed, the way dogs did. “What?”
Polaski repeated. “Smack, H, horse, scag. I thought you said you’d done heroin
looked straight at Nick without blinking. “I didn’t. Not that night.”
Sandi Walters take heroin that night?”
don’t know. I wasn’t with her until later.”
you didn’t take heroin that night?”
shook his head fiercely. “No.”
you kill Sandi Walters?” Polaski asked.
shook his head, his eyes wide with the look of a man truly shocked. “No.”
you do admit having sex with her that night?” Nick continued.
nodded, his shoulders sagging. His hands in his lap, he dropped his head. “She
told me to meet her at that field. She loved that place. There were a couple
horses across from there. Hell, she’d even named the damn horses—Cupcake and
Butterscotch.” He blinked hard, and his voice was rougher when he spoke again.
“That night, I was late—almost a half hour, I think. She was just leaning up
against the tree, almost naked.”
us what happened then,” Nick prodded
came to talk to her. I’d been drinking some. I remember she seemed out of it.”
of it, meaning what?”
moving?” Nick continued.
winced at the implication. “Yeah, not moving.”
you didn’t think she might be dead?” Polaski pushed.
no. No. I never thought that. I thought she’d passed out. She does that from
time to time.”
was naked when you found her?” Nick added.
her underwear.” He touched his neck. “With these little branches in her hair.”
that didn’t strike you as unusual?” Polaski asked, clearly not buying the
seemed to crumple. “No. To be honest, Sandi always loved to be naked. She’d
been doing heroin lately.” He looked up. “I haven’t, but she had. And it made
her do some crazy stuff. It made her feel hot and she loved the feel of the air
on her skin. So she was taking her clothes off all the time. It didn’t seem so
weird. I thought it was kind of sexy.” The last word seemed to leave him small
you had sex with her despite her lack of movement?” Polaski continued without
missing a beat.
looked up at Nick, his eyes begging someone to stop the questions.
that right, Mr. Lugino?” Polaski continued.
sat back and listened. Nothing about Lugino’s reaction seemed off. Nick found
it hard to buy the story about having sex with a dead woman without knowing it,
but stranger things had happened.
I had sex with her.” His head down, Lugino’s shoulders shook, and Nick was
fairly certain he was crying. His voice quivering, he told the story again.
When she hadn’t moved after sex, he tried to rouse her. That was when he
figured out she was dead. In a moment of panic, he’d bolted.
didn’t take her underwear off?”
shook his head.
answer the question.”
I didn’t take them off.”
did you have sex with her without removing her underwear?”
motioned to the side with his hand. “I just sort of, moved them to the side,”
he said without looking up.
didn’t make any markings on the body?”
looked up at Polaski. “No.”
didn’t put anything on her foot?”
you chew gum, Mr. Lugino?”
Do you chew gum?”
shook his head. “Nah. Gets stuck in some crowns I’ve got.”
about Ms. Walters?”
mean about gum?”
nodded. “Yeah, Sandi likes—liked gum.”
Mostly just that one, I think.”
stopped and watched Lugino, starting to feel sorry for the guy. Nick pictured him
realizing Sandi Walters was dead after having sex with her and rushing off. How
long would it be until Lugino could close his eyes without thinking about
having sex with a corpse? Would he ever?
you know a woman named Karen Jacobs?” Nick asked.
sniffled and looked up, the cheeks above his beard red and splotchy. “Who?”
stared at the far wall and then shook his head. “No. I never heard of her.”
about Charlie Sloan?”
frowned. “That name’s familiar. He work at Denny’s with Sandi?”
glanced at Polaski, who shook his head. He lifted the recorder off the table
and pressed the stop button. Then he followed Polaski out of the room.
don’t buy that sex thing. He’s got to be lying,” Polaski said when they’d shut the
door on Lugino. “Who the hell could have sex with someone and not realize
they’re dead? It’s too sick.”
rubbed his eyes. Damn, he was tired. “I agree it sounds hard to believe. But he
didn’t even blink at the sound of Karen Jacobs’ name or Charlie Sloan’s.”
he didn’t know their names,” Polaski continued. “Doesn’t mean someone didn’t
tell him about the case. It’ll be easy to check if his blood type matches the
semen at the scene. He’s admitted he was there. It’s got to be him.”
nodded, not sure what he thought anymore. His mind kept coming back to the
evidence. The evidence pointed at Lugino. His fingerprints, the semen, it was
enough to close the case. “See if he’ll agree to toxicology. Maybe we can find
something that proves he’s lying. And we’ve got a print on the body. We’re
running him against that.”
nodded and headed back into the interview room.
he knew what the D.A.’s office would want—and it was the one thing he couldn’t
give them. What was the damn motive?
restless sleep, Gerry shifted against the hard, cold surface that felt like the
floor of his cell. He was out of jail. He was free. What was the cold? It
should be warm here. Opening his eyes, he turned his shoulders and touched the
rounded porcelain of the bathtub. He was in his bathroom—the bathroom of his
apartment. It should’ve been a relief. He should have been thrilled to realize
he was no longer trapped, no longer behind bars.
in the distance he could still hear them chanting. “Pervert. Pervert. Pervert.”
It was like a steady drum against his skull. He was surprised he’d slept at
all. Exhaustion and fear had driven him from his bedroom. The bathroom was the
only room without a window. They had broken the glass the first night.
after midnight, they had been forced by the police to leave him alone long
enough to get the window boarded up. But the board didn’t keep out the chill or
the noise, and the small apartment had left no alternative but that bathroom.
worse, there would be no relief from the tiny apartment. He had applied for a
dozen jobs in the area, but every one had turned him down flat. They knew who
he was. They weren’t going to have anything to do with a pedophile. They didn’t
call him that, though. No one did. They said things like “sicko” and “freak.”
He supposed they were right. He was, wasn’t he? He could change, but not if
they didn’t leave him alone.
sleep, his mind did crazy things. He no longer had control. It was like being
on drugs. He just needed a chance—an opportunity to prove himself again. If
they would just leave him alone.
no one would give him that chance. There was no good transportation here, and
without a car he couldn’t look for jobs further than a couple of miles from his
last time he left the apartment to pick up groceries, he had called his brother
in Fairfield. Bobby hadn’t even heard three words before he’d hung up. Gerry
guessed he couldn’t blame Bobby much. It was probably hard for a normal guy to
have a brother like him. Gerry didn’t dare call his parents. And his sister’s
husband hated him. Gerry knew Stan would keep her from helping him.
mother would have helped him if she could. But his father kept too close an eye
on her for her to do much. The one time she’d come to visit him in prison, his
father had found out about it and threatened to kick her out of the house.
She’d written him a very nice letter explaining how sorry she was that she
wouldn’t be visiting anymore, or probably writing either. She had always been
passive, and he knew she wouldn’t ever stand up to his father. He hadn’t
written her back. He had enough on his conscience without worrying that she’d
get kicked out of the house on his account.