“Yes. A journal. Pink book with purple polka dots.”
“I didn’t know she kept a diary.”
“Do you know who her therapist is?” Benoit asks.
Boon’s gaze shoots to Benoit. “Kit doesn’t have a therapist.”
“So there are quite a few things she doesn’t share with you?” Mal says.
“Look, I would know if Kit had a therapist. I suggested one, way back. And she said not even if hell froze over would she see a shrink.”
“Why did you suggest one?” Mal asks.
Boon suddenly looks trapped. “Are you going to sit here asking me irrelevant stuff, or have you actually got a plan to search for Kit? Because she’s in danger. I know it. I can feel it in my heart.”
“Are you and Kit romantically involved, Boon?” Benoit asks.
“I’m a gay man. I had a boyfriend until recently. We broke up. Kit’s like a sister to me. More than a sister.”
“Does she have any siblings, any close relatives we can call?”
“She was an only child. Her father died when she was nineteen. And now her mom is gone.”
“Is Kit involved romantically with any significant other?” Mal asks.
“No. She was very briefly married once. It soured her on relationships.”
Surprise ripples through Mal. She didn’t see this one coming. “What happened to her marriage?”
“He—Todd Darling—wanted kids. She couldn’t have them.” He swallows. Mal’s instincts detect something. She thinks about the Instagram post Boon just described—Kit holding an ultrasound scan of someone else’s baby, posing in their nursery, pretending it was hers.
“Boon,” Mal says more gently, “I’m going to show you some photos on a tablet. One of them might be a little disturbing. It’s from the crime scene. Are you okay with this?”
He nods but looks terrified.
Mal shows him an image of the bloody shoe. “Do you recognize this sneaker?”
He stares. A great big silent sob shudders through his shoulders. Tears begin to slide down his face. He swipes his hand across his nose, sniffs, and nods. “It’s hers. It’s Kit’s.” He lifts his eyes. “What happened? Is this from the Glass House? Oh, God, please let her be okay. Is she hurt?”
“What makes you think it’s from the Glass House, Boon?” Mal asks gently.
“I heard on the news that police had descended on the house. People were saying it was a homicide unit. I tried to drive past, but the street was blocked off. Kit works there.”
“How about this photo? Do you recognize this?” Mal shows him an image of the diamond pendant.
“No.”
“Okay, and who are the people in this image?” Mal shows Boon the photo she shot of the group picture on Kit’s fridge.
“That’s Kit. That’s me there.” He points. “That’s Azim Shariff, a philosophy professor. Ella Carter there is his partner. And this is Onur Osman, he’s an EMT, and this is Vicky-Lee Murtagh. She works for a pathology lab. It’s our D&D group. We’re all close. We’re also all in the same amateur theater group.”
“One more question, Boon. Kit’s last name—”
“Is her married name. She kept it. She was Katarina Popovich before. She started going by ‘Kit’ after she dropped out of school and moved to the city.”
“And what happened to Todd Darling?” Benoit asks.
“He immigrated to the UK. He married a British woman. They have a toddler and an infant.”
