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"I'd rather not."

The guard looked up at him. "What?"

"I'm here in custody. I'm not a prisoner. So I shouldn't have to dress like one."

The correctional officer rolled his eyes. "Just get changed."

Jack looked at the stack of orange clothing. Faded and soft, from years of others wearing it. "I can't," he said politely. "Please don't ask me to do this."



"I'm not asking you to do anything. I'm telling telling you, quite clearly, to take off your G.o.dd.a.m.ned clothes." you, quite clearly, to take off your G.o.dd.a.m.ned clothes."

Jack glanced down at his Hanes T-s.h.i.+rt, his striped boxers, and a pair of sweatpants he'd bought with Addie at Kmart. He had no great attachment to this wardrobe beyond the fact that he had been wearing it the moment before Charlie Saxton arrested him.

Jack set his jaw. "The only way you're going to get those things on me is to do it yourself."

For a second, the guard seemed to consider this. He was larger than Jack by half a head. But something in Jack's eyes-some bright angry nugget of resolve-made him take a step back. "s.h.i.+t," he muttered, handcuffing Jack to the desk. "Why does this happen on my s.h.i.+ft?"

He walked out, leaving Jack alone to wonder what avalanche he'd set in motion.

Roy's eyes were so bloodshot that he was literally seeing red. He watched with astonishment as the orange juice poured crimson into his gla.s.s, then frowned at the label and squinted. It said Tropicana. He sniffed at the insides-and realized it was tomato juice, which he'd poured into the empty juice carton last week when the gla.s.s container of V8 didn't fit in his fridge. Relieved, he took a sip, then cracked a raw egg inside and added a dollop of whiskey.

Best hangover remedy he'd ever found, and he should know.

Behind him the door opened. Roy tried to turn fast, and nearly heaved up his insides. Addie was on the rampage, not that he would have expected any less. "I know, I know," Roy began. "It's completely irresponsible of me to ... Addie?" Addie?" Now that she was closer, he could see tears on her face. "Honey? What's the matter?" Now that she was closer, he could see tears on her face. "Honey? What's the matter?"

"It's Jack. Charlie Saxton arrested him."

"What?"

"He said ... oh, Daddy. Charlie said Jack raped Gillian Duncan last night."

Roy sank onto a chair. "Gillian Duncan," he murmured. "Holy mother of G.o.d." There was something tickling the back of his mind, but he couldn't seem to quite reach it. Then it came to him, and he looked up. "Addie, Jack was with me last night."

Hope broke over her face. "He was?"

"You're not gonna want to hear it, but we were at the Rooster. Drinking." Roy grimaced. "Still, I guess it's a sight better to be pegged a drunk than a rapist."

"Jack was with you last night? All last night? And you can tell the police this?"

"He showed up about ten. I can vouch for him until about eleven-thirty, I guess."

"What happened then?"

Roy ducked his head. "I, uh, pa.s.sed out. Marlon-he's the bartender-he let me sleep it off in the back room. I guess Jack left when the bar closed."

"Which is when?"

"Midnight."

Addie sat down beside him on the couch, thinking. "I didn't see him until one-thirty in the morning. Where was was he?" he?"

Roy turned away so that he would not have to see the ache in his daughter's eyes. "Maybe they made a mistake," he said uncomfortably, when he was really thinking, Maybe we Maybe we all all did did.

You had to pay your dues in jail. If you wanted a candy bar, it meant behaving well enough to be granted the commissary form. If you wanted the freedom of medium security, where you could wander through the common room during any hours except lockdown, you had to prove that you could conduct yourself well in maximum security. If you wanted to run in the courtyard, you had to earn the privilege. Everything was a step, a reckoning, an inch given in the hopes of receiving one in return.

Conversely, if you made trouble, you were punished.

And so Jack, who had been in the custody of the Carroll County Jail for less than an hour, found himself being escorted between two correctional officers to the office of the superintendent for a disciplinary review.

He was a big man with no neck, a silver buzz cut, and gla.s.ses from the 1950s. In fact, Jack realized, it was entirely possible the superintendent had been sitting here, pus.h.i.+ng papers, for half a century. "Mr. St. Bride," the superintendent said, in a voice so feathery Jack had to strain to hear, "you've been charged with failing to follow the instructions of a correctional officer. Not an auspicious beginning."

Jack looked at a spot over the man's shoulder. There was a calendar hanging behind the desk, the kind you get free from the bank. It was turned to March 1998, as if time had stopped. "From your past history, Mr. St. Bride, I'm sure you're aware that transgressions that occur in a correctional facility ... even minor ones ... can have a significant effect on the sentence you receive if convicted. For example-this little tantrum of yours could add three to seven years to the time you'll have to serve." The superintendent folded his arms. "Do you have anything to say in your own defense?"

"I'm not guilty of any crime. I don't want to look like someone who is."

The superintendent's mouth flattened. "Son," he said quietly, "you don't want to do this, believe me. This freedom-fighter angle doesn't play well here. If you just keep your nose to the wheel and follow the rules, your stay will be a lot more pleasant."

Jack stared straight ahead.

The older man sighed. "Mr. St. Bride, I find that you're guilty of violating the rules of this facility by refusing to wear the required clothing, and you're sentenced to spend three days in solitary." He nodded to the two correctional officers. "Take him away."

The worst part about being a prosecutor, in Matt Houlihan's opinion, was that even when you won, you didn't. The world was too black and white for that. Even if he got Jack St. Bride locked up for twenty years, it didn't take away the fact that this a.s.shole, who'd been convicted before, had committed a crime again. It didn't change the truth that Gillian Duncan would have to live with this memory for the rest of her life. It was like securing the bull after he'd careened through the china shop-yes, you could pen him for a little while, but you still incurred the cost of the mess he'd left in his wake.

Matt had chosen to meet Amos Duncan and his daughter at their home. Normally, he didn't make house calls, but he was willing to bend the rules. Inviting the girl into his office would only bring to the forefront the legal battle that lay ahead of her. Right now, it was in everyone's best interests to keep Gillian calm, so that when Matt finally needed to call in his chip, she would respond the way he needed her to in front of the jury.

He reached for a cup of coffee that Gillian handed him, and he took a sip as she sat down beside her father on the couch. "Excellent stuff. Kona?"

Amos nodded. "Hi-test."

"The Jamaican blend is just as good. Of course, back at the office, we're lucky to get watered-down Maxwell House."

"I will personally buy the county attorney's office an espresso machine," Amos vowed, "if you lock up this b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

Latching onto the segue, Matt nodded. "Mr. Duncan, I understand completely. And that's why I'm here today. St. Bride has been charged with aggravated felonious s.e.xual a.s.sault, which carries up to twenty years in the state penitentiary. I fully intend to ask for the maximum sentence. That means this case isn't going to go away with a plea."

"Is he going to get out?"

Matt did not pretend to misunderstand Amos. "St. Bride is being held without bail, so he'll stay in jail until the trial. After his conviction, he'll serve twenty years and then be on lifetime supervision. A third s.e.xual a.s.sault offense will land him in prison for life." He smiled mirthlessly. "So, no, Mr. Duncan. He's not going to get out anytime soon."

Matt turned to Gillian. "Our office can get you in touch with rape crisis counselors, if you need that kind of support."

"We've taken care of that already," Amos answered.

"All right. We're currently in the process of interviewing witnesses. Gillian, are there people that you can think of who would know something about last night?"

Gillian looked at her father, who'd gotten up to pace. "The others, I guess. Whitney and Chelsea and Meg."

Matt nodded. "Detective Saxton will be speaking to them."

"What about the stuff from the hospital?" Amos asked. "Did you find anything?"

"We won't know for a couple of weeks, Mr. Duncan."

"Two weeks? That long?"

"As long as we have lab results before we go to trial, we're in good shape. I'm confident that we'll find physical evidence to support Gillian's testimony."

"My testimony?"

Matt nodded. "I'm going to have to put you on the stand."

She immediately started to shake her head. "I don't think I can do that."

"You can. We'll go over your testimony; there won't be any surprises."

Gillian's hands twisted the bottom of her sweater. "But what about the other lawyer? You don't know what he's going to ask." A bright thought swelled in her mind. "If something from the lab proves he was there, do I still have to testify?"

This was a very common reaction for a rape victim, and even more common for a teenager. Smoothly, Matt said, "Don't worry about it now. I don't have all the evidence yet. I don't have all the police reports. I don't have all the witness statements. Just let me do my job, let Detective Saxton do his ... and then we'll put together the best possible case we can." Matt hesitated. "There is is one thing I need to know," he said. "Gillian, I have to ask you if you were a virgin before this happened." one thing I need to know," he said. "Gillian, I have to ask you if you were a virgin before this happened."

Gillian's gaze flew to her father, who had stopped in his tracks. "Mr. Houlihan ..."

"I'm sorry. But the answer's important."

Her eyes were fixed on her father as she murmured, "No."

Amos stood and walked away, gathering his composure. "I want to help with the investigation," he announced suddenly, changing the topic.

The statement seemed to take his daughter by as much surprise as it did Matt. "Thank you for the offer. But it's best to let the professionals take care of the details, Mr. Duncan. The last thing you want is to have St. Bride freed on a technicality."

"Do I get to see it?" Amos demanded.

"See what?"

"The reports. The police statements. The DNA evidence."

"During the course of this trial," Matt said, "I'll make sure you know everything I know after I know it, as soon as possible. I'll show you anything you want to see."

That appeased Amos. He nodded stiffly.

But Matt was more concerned with Gillian, who still seemed tangled in the unexpected realization that she would have to get on the stand. "Gillian," he said softly. "I'll take care of you. Promise."

The lines in her forehead smoothed, and she smiled tentatively. "Thanks."

Amos sat down again and slid his arm around his daughter, as if to remind her that he was there to help her, too. Matt looked away, to give them a moment of privacy. And he made a fierce vow to himself to put his entire self on the line for the Duncans, if only so that they could have back a fraction of the life they'd had before Jack St. Bride entered it.

The last time Gilly had been in Dr. Horowitz's office, she'd been nine years old. She remembered playing with dolls while Dr. Horowitz wrote in a notebook. And that the psychiatrist had always given her mint Milano cookies when the sessions were over. One day, her father decided that Gillian had put to rest her mother's death, and she stopped going for her weekly sessions.

"Gillian," Dr. Horowitz said. "It's been a while."

Dr. Horowitz was now two inches shorter than Gillian. Her hair had gone gray at the temples, and she wore bifocals on a beaded chain. She looked old, and this shocked Gilly-if all this time had pa.s.sed for Dr. Horowitz, it meant that it had pa.s.sed for her her as well. "I don't need to be here," Gillian blurted out. "I can take care of this by myself." as well. "I don't need to be here," Gillian blurted out. "I can take care of this by myself."

Dr. Horowitz only nodded. "Your father thinks differently."

Gillian remained silent. She was terrified of talking. It was bad enough speaking to the county attorney and Detective Saxton, but they at least came expecting to learn. Dr. Horowitz-well, her job was to pick through Gillian's head, to see exactly what was there.

"Why don't we decide together if I can help you?" the psychiatrist suggested. "How are you feeling today?" Gillian shrugged, silent. "Have you been able to eat? Sleep?"

"I haven't wanted to."

"Have you been able to concentrate?"

"Concentrate!" Gillian burst out. "It's the only thing that's on my mind!"

"What is?"

"Him."

"Do you keep remembering what happened?"

"G.o.d, yes, over and over," Gillian said. "But it's like I'm not there."

"What do you mean?"

Her voice became tiny. "Like I'm sitting ... way up high and seeing this girl in the woods ... how he grabs her ... and when he runs away, it's like all of a sudden I'm gone too."

"That must be very upsetting."

She nodded, and to her horror, tears came to her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm okay, really. I just ... I just ..."

Dr. Horowitz handed her a tissue. "Gillian, it wasn't your fault. You have no reason to be ashamed or embarra.s.sed about what happened."

She brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "If that's true," Gilly said, "then of all the people in the world, why did he pick me?"

The solitary cell had a river of urine in its upper right corner and s.h.i.+ny, dried splotches on the cement block wall, the legacy of the last inmate to be confined. As the door was slammed shut, Jack sank down onto the metal bunk. The silver lining: He was wearing his clothes. His own clothes. He thought of all the Super Bowl winners who'd edged out the first goal, of countries that had won the first battle of an ultimately victorious war.

If the Carroll County Jail had custody of his body, then Jack would d.a.m.n well keep custody of his own free will.

He felt along the metal links of the bunk and beneath the mattress, over the upper rim of the shower and in the drain, even around the base of the toilet. A pen, A pen, he prayed. he prayed. Just a single pen Just a single pen. But whoever had neglected to disinfect the solitary cell had managed to strip it clean of anything that might be used for diversion.

Jack sat back down and inspected his fingernails. He scratched at a loose thread in his jeans. He unlaced his sneaker, and then retied it.

He closed his eyes, and immediately pictured Addie. He could still smell her on his skin, just the faintest perfume. Suddenly he felt his chest burn, his arm creep and tingle. A heart attack-Jesus, he was having a heart attack. "Guard!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. He shook the bunk, rattling it against the clamps that moored it to the wall. "Help me!"

But no one heard him-or if anyone did, no one came.

He forced himself to concentrate on something other than this pain. If you have pogonophobia, you'll probably be avoiding these. If you have pogonophobia, you'll probably be avoiding these.

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