her.
âI donât think we better wander around here looking for her,â Firella said sensibly. âI think we better call the cops, like Lily said. Janet needs an ambulance bad.â
Carla, Melanie, and Sandy turned to go, when Firella said, âJust for the hell of it, any of you know this woman?â
âI do,â Melanie said. She started out, not looking back. âThatâs my sister-in-law, who was married to the man who raped me.â
After a moment of stunned silence, Carla and Sandy hurried after her, down the hall and out into the parking lot. They stood holding open the door so we wouldnât be shut off from them, a piece of thoughtfulness I appreciated. I could hear Carla placing the phone call, having to repeat herself a few times. Firella and I stared at each other, sideswiped by the identification of the dead woman and uncertain how to react to it.
I turned my attention from what I couldnât understand to what I could, the fact that my friend had been attacked. But there didnât seem to be much I could do for her. Janet made little movements from time to time, but she didnât appear to be exactly conscious.
âSheâs not really stuck up there, is she? Like the newspaper clippings?â Firella said after a moment. Of course, the white-and-red display on the wall was what we were really thinking about.
âI donât see how the wall could be soft enough to drive the stake in far enough to actually hold her up.â Janetâs color was awful, a sort of muddy green.
âI see what youâre saying. Iâm looking behind the desk.â Firella, proving she was tougher than IâI guess years of the school system will do itâstood and peered over the top of the desk.
She abruptly sat down on the floor again.
âI think sheâs kind of propped up,â she reported, âwith string around her arms in loops, attached to nails that have been driven into the wall. Her bottom halfâs kind of sitting on the back of Tamsinâs rolling chair. Thereâs a wadded-up doctor coat stuck under the wheels to keep the chair from moving.â
I couldnât think of anything to say to that.
âI wonder if one person could fix her that way. Seems like it would take two,â Firella said thoughtfully.
âI guess if one person had enough time it could be done,â I said, so she wouldnât think I was shucking her off. âThatâs a lot of preparation. The wedge to keep us out until the scene was set, and the coat to keep the chair from moving.â
âIâm worried about Tamsin,â Firella said next.
âMe, too.â That was easy to agree with. I was wondering if Tamsin was in the therapy room. I was wondering if she was alive.
âJanet, help is coming,â I told her, not at all sure she could hear me or understand. âYou hang on one minute more.â It was true that I could hear sirens. I didnât think Iâd ever been happier to know they were coming.
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I hadnât talked to my friend Claude Friedrich in a while, and Iâd just as soon not have talked to him that night. But since heâs the chief of police, and since it was a murder scene in the city limits, there wasnât any way around it.
âLily,â he greeted me. He was using his police voice; heavy, grim, a little threatening.
âClaude.â I probably sounded the same way.
âWhatâs happened here tonight?â he rumbled.
âYouâll have to tell us,â I said. âWe got here for our therapy groupââ
âYouâre in therapy?â Claudeâs eyebrows almost met his graying hair.
âYes,â I said shortly.
âAccepting help,â he said, amazement written all over him. âThis must be some doing of Jackâs.â
âYes.â
âAnd where is he, tonight?â
âOn the road.â
âAh. Okay, so you were here for
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