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.We find Ann sitting on the couch with the television on, volume low.A yearbook photo of James Fontaine is on-screen, cutting quickly to a mid-forties African-American couple standing in the driveway of what turns out to be the Fontaine home.I can see one of the concrete lions at the edge of the frame.The man is talking about how outraged he is by the behavior of the local police.“Where’s Charlotte?” I ask.Ann clicks the tube off.“She had a headache, so I gave her some aspirin and put her to bed.”Bridger gives me a second pat.I could go the rest of my life without another one.I see them out on my own, then climb the stairs, finding Charlotte in front of the bathroom mirror in a camisole and socks, brushing her teeth with excessive vigor.Her eyes follow my reflection a moment before drifting away.Gina Robb comes to the door in a T-shirt and shorts, the cat-eye glasses the only reminder of her eccentric appearance the first time we met.Behind her, blue light flickers across an overstuffed couch and a shadowy hallway leads deeper into the apartment.“I’m sorry it’s so late.With a job like mine, you work odd hours.”She ushers me inside, frets over the best place for me to sit, then decides the vinyl armchair is the only choice.Once I’m settled, she goes to the kitchenette to pour coffee, which I don’t have the heart to refuse.“It’s hazelnut,” she says, handing me the mug.They live on the second floor of a gated apartment complex across from Willowbrook Mall.The spot where Hannah Mayhew’s car was found is just about visible from their tiny balcony.The furniture has a haphazard hand-me-down quality, and apart from a clock over the breakfast nook, the walls are unadorned.The television is flanked by bookshelves filled with crimped paperbacks and DVDs.Robb appears at the mouth of the hallway, also in shorts and T-shirt, toweling his hair dry.He pours himself coffee and sits on the big couch, then changes his mind and scoots closer toward me.“Just taking a quick shower,” he says.Gina flips on a lamp, then feels along the cushions until she finds the TV remote, switching the set off.She sits on the edge of the couch, hands clasped over white knees that seem never to have been touched by sun.“Is it all right if I stay?” she asks.I shrug.“Fine with me.You heard we pulled in James Fontaine today? He mentioned an incident we hadn’t heard anything about.Did you know he accused Hannah of vandalizing his car back in late February?”They exchange looks, then Robb gives an awkward nod.“Donna didn’t mention that?”“Nobody did.You want to clue me in?”He takes a deep breath.“After the drugs were found in Hannah’s locker, she told everyone they weren’t hers.But she wouldn’t point the finger at anyone, either.”“Why not?”“She’d told Fontaine how Jesus suffered unjustly for the sins of others, so how does she turn around and complain for suffering unjustly herself ?”“She said that?”“Not in so many words.But I think that’s what she thought.Because she wouldn’t talk, Donna felt like she had no choice but to ground her.It would have looked strange otherwise, nothing happening when her daughter’s suspended for marijuana possession.”I can’t help smiling at the irony.If Hannah really kept her mouth shut for Fontaine’s sake, she showed him more loyalty than he’d extended to any of his friends in the interview room.“It looked strange anyway,” Gina says.“Punishing her made her look guilty.”He nods.“But I can understand how Donna felt.Hannah did, too.But there was one thing Donna didn’t consider, which was that Evey was leaving to go back to New Orleans.Her mom had tried making a go of things here, but ultimately she missed her home.So we’d planned this big goodbye party, which Hannah now couldn’t attend.It was a big deal, because like I told you before, Hannah was pretty much the only friend Evey had.”His wife nods.“She was a tough girl to love.”“So what happened?” I ask.“Evey left the party and drove to Hannah’s house, talked her into going out, and somehow the two of them ended up at James Fontaine’s.”“They keyed his car up?”“Well,” he says.“There are two versions of the story.”Gina puts her coffee mug on the low table in front of the couch.“I talked to Hannah the next morning, and she wouldn’t say what exactly went down.The impression I got, though, was that Evey did all the damage.She was paying the boy back.”“For planting the drugs?”“Yes, that,” she says.“Also for breaking Hannah’s heart.”Next to her, Robb shifts nervously.“It’s true,” she insists.“I know,” he says, “but – ”“But nothing.Hannah had a crush on that boy.” She looks to me for support.“You don’t always choose which direction your heart goes.She knew he was bad news, and I don’t think she ever would have compromised herself.”“Of course not,” he says.“Even so, as smart as she is, she’s just seventeen.I told her, ‘You know you can’t save his soul just to make him safe to date,’ and she said she realized that.But in her heart, I don’t think she did.So when he pushed her away – and I mean really pushed – it hurt her.And that’s why Evey did what she did, because Hannah was the one person who understood her.”Robb nods the whole time, but I can tell there’s something in this he doesn’t agree with, not entirely.“What you have to understand about Hannah is, she’s friendly with everybody, but only made friends with a few.And when she makes a friend, she holds on tenaciously, whether it’s good for her or not.She’s very open emotionally, like a child almost.And Evey responded to that, in a protective sort of way.”“You said there were two versions of what happened?”“Evey left before anyone could get her side,” Robb says.“But some of the girls in the youth group told me Evey liked Fontaine, too, and it was her not him who put the drugs in Hannah’s locker.According to them, Evey was going to run away with the drug dealer, and to stop her, Hannah busted up his car.”Gina shakes her head.“Those girls are thirteen.They don’t know what they’re talking about.”“There could be a kernel of truth, though – ”She dismisses the idea with a wave of the hand.“They’re in my class,” she explains, “so I have a pretty good idea how reliable they are.I guess the point is, rumors were flying, and the only person who could have told us what happened was Evey, who’d already gone.”“Where exactly?” I ask.“Back to New Orleans,” Robb says.“I’m not sure where.They were trying to buy a house, I think, but I don’t know whether they did.The insurance payout from the old one wasn’t much, but Mrs.Dyer was a nurse, so she might have saved something while they were here.”Gina frowns.“Nurses don’t make that much.”“You have a number where I can reach them?”Robb’s cheeks color.“I don’t know that we do.”“We haven’t heard from them in ages,” Gina says.Robb gives me a pained look, then shrugs.He’d been so proud of Hannah for befriending the girl, prompted by his encouragement, but he hadn’t bothered to keep in touch himself.Reading my mind, he nods slowly.“I feel bad about it,” he says.“Hypocritical.But with everything going on, I have to be honest, the Dyers leaving was a bit of a relief.I kept telling myself to follow up, but I never did.”“Would anybody at the church have a contact number?”“I don’t know.I could check around.”“I’d appreciate that.One more thing.Fontaine said Evey – it’s Evey Dyer, right? – he said she would kind of explode on people.Is that right?”Gina nods
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