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“So he saw Jonas McIntyre kill Donner Robinson?” Thomas wanted to be certain and the attorney finally broke in.
“She just told you what she knows,” Cooke said.
But Brittlynn said, “No . . . I mean, I guess. I think so. What Chad saw was that Jonas attacked Donner—cut him. Bad, I think . . .” She paused. “But I don’t know. He could’ve been still alive or bleeding out or . . . well, shit, I don’t know. I’m not sure Chad does. He didn’t stick around long enough to find out.”
“Someone slit Donner Robinson’s throat, ear to ear,” Johnson said, leaning forward. “That would take some doing.”
Brittlynn glared at her. “I’m just telling you what Chad told me!” She turned to her attorney. “I don’t know anything else.”
Thomas held up a hand, trying to calm her, and silently warn Johnson to back off. They needed all the information they could get from Brittlynn and agitating her wouldn’t help. “Did Chad see Jonas kill anyone else or attack anyone else?”
“No, no. I asked him.” Brittlynn was shaking her head, her red hair threatening to escape from the band holding the bun in place. “He just saw what I told you, that Jonas attacked Donner, that he swung the sword and cut him, but that’s all he saw. Well, at least all he ever told me. And after that first night, whenever I brought it up, he’d shut down. Refused to talk about it. Get mad. He just wanted to pretend it didn’t happen.”
“So you lied for him?” Johnson clarified.
“Yes.” The word was a whisper.
Again, Johnson asked, “And he lied to the police about not being at the cabin?”
“I just told you! Yes!” Brittlynn exploded, angry now, her voice rising. She spat the gum into a tissue she fished from the box. “We both lied, okay? That’s why I’m here.” She wadded the gum in the thin paper and tossed it into a nearby basket. Then she added, “Just so you know. Agreeing to lie for him just so I could have him and Marlie couldn’t was the worst mistake of my life. The worst!” She threw the attorney another glance. They were losing her.
Thomas asked quickly, “What about Marlie Robinson?”
“What about her?” Brittlynn spat back. “I already told you everything I know!”
“Do you know what happened to her?” Johnson asked, as Brittlynn squirmed in her chair. “Does Chad?”
“Jesus, no,” she said angrily. “He never said anything else but that he saw her on the stairs that night. And then running. And, believe me, I asked him about her. Just about every time we fought.”
“Why?” Johnson asked. “Was he still in love with her?”
“No! God, no!” Brittlynn spat vehemently and her lips pulled into a knot of consternation. “Are we done here?” She glanced at the lawyer. “I don’t have anything else to say. I think we’re done.” And she scooted back her chair so fast its legs scraped loudly against the floor.
Cooke agreed. “I think you’ve got all you need.”
“One more thing,” Thomas said. “Do you have any idea where Chad is?”
On her feet, she shook her head. “No. I mean, he kept saying something about we should leave and visit his cousin in Montana. Kind of random, because he never talked about this guy. Not ever. But about a week ago, Chad was like, ‘Hey, let’s go visit Wilson.’ Or, ‘You would really like Montana, Britt, we should visit Wilson.’ Or, he even said once, ‘I think we should go hang out with Wilson, maybe for a month or so. Get away.’ And I’m like, ‘Uh, no. We have jobs.’ And besides, he’d never once in all the time I was with him wanted to visit Wilson. The guy was a jerk. Used to beat up on Chad as a kid, but out of the blue, Chad has a bug up his butt about Billings, Montana.”
“And the name of the cousin is Wilson?”
“Yeah, um, Wilson’s his first name. Wilson Atwater.”
Johnson was already picking up her iPad.
“Now, I’m leaving,” Brittlynn said. “I don’t know anything else.”
“We might have more questions later,” Thomas said.
“Well, I’m all out of answers. All out.” To the lawyer, “Let’s go.” And she was out the door while Robert Cooke was quickly gathering his papers and tablet into a briefcase.
Thomas walked them out of the building and then found Johnson at her desk. “I’ve located a Wilson Atwater in Billings, Montana. I called. No answer. So I let the local authorities know. They’re supposed to call me back.”
“So you believe Brittlynn’s story?”
Johnson sighed. “It’s been twenty years, a lot of time for memories to blur and mingle with emotions. I think there’s a lot of truth in her story, but she could have twisted it in her mind to satisfy whatever psychological needs she had. For God’s sake, she was fourteen. Fourteen—think what you were like at that age? I was a head case. Didn’t know up from sideways but thought I knew it all. And her story is colored by how she perceived it. But yeah, I think she believes she’s telling the truth, but who knows? Once we run down Chad Atwater, we might get somewhere.” She sat in her chair. “Then again, we maybe back to square one.”
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