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“Stalking?” Wendy looked up. “Is this for real?”
“Nicely done, don’t you think? Couched in enough vagaries so that no one can sue.”
“So what do you want, Michele? You don’t really think I’m going to go on air, do you?”
Michele shook her head. “You’re not that stupid.”
“So why are you here?”
She took back the statement and held it up. “This isn’t right. We aren’t good friends. I know how you feel about me. . . .” Michele pursed her over-glossed lips and closed her eyes, as though weighing her next sentence in her mind.
“Do you believe this statement?”
The eyes snapped open. “No! I mean, come on. You? Stalking Vic? Gag me with a soup ladle.”
Right then, if Wendy hadn’t been so stunned and emotionally raw, she might have hugged Michele.
“I know it’s corny, but I became a reporter because I wanted to find truths. And this is crap. You’re being set up. So I wanted to let you know what the deal was.”
Wendy said, “Wow.”
“What?”
“Nothing. I’m surprised, I guess.”
“I have always admired you, the way you handle yourself, the way you cover a story. I know how that sounds, but it’s true.”
Wendy just stood there. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Nothing to say. If you need any help, I’m here for you. That’s all. I’m going now. We’re covering that story I told you about—the perv Arthur Lemaine who had both knees shot.”
“A new development?”
“Not really. The guy hopefully got what he deserved, but it’s still pretty amazing—a convicted child pornographer coaching a kids’ hockey team.”
Wendy felt the hair stand up on the back of her neck.
Hockey?
She remembered now watching the story with Charlie and his friends. “Wait, he was shot in front of South Mountain Arena, right?”
“Right.”
“But I don’t get it. I remembered reading that the arena does background checks on the coaches.”
Michele nodded. “Yes. But in Lemaine’s case, the convictions didn’t show up.”
“Why not?”
“Because the background checks only turn up crimes committed on U.S. soil,” Michele said. “But see, Lemaine is Canadian. From Quebec, I think.”
CHAPTER 34
IT DIDN’T TAKE Wendy long to put it together.
Michele Feisler helped. She already had plenty of background on sex criminal Arthur Lemaine, including a family tree. Wendy was impressed with the work Michele had put in already. And okay, maybe Michele’s head was a little on the large side, but that was probably accentuated by the fact that she had really narrow shoulders.
“What now?” Michele asked her.
“I think we should get in touch with Sheriff Walker. He’s in charge of the Dan Mercer murder.”
“Okay, why don’t you make the call? You know him.” Wendy found Walker’s cell phone number and hit send. Michele sat next to her. She dutifully took out her little reporter pad, pen poised. Walker answered on the fourth ring. Wendy heard him clear his voice and say, “Sheriff Mickey Walker.”
“It’s Wendy.”
“Oh, uh, hi. How are you?”
Oh, uh, hi? His voice sounded stiff. And now that Wendy thought of it, wouldn’t he have seen it was her on his caller ID?
“I see you’ve heard those new stories about me,” Wendy said.
“Yep.”
“Super.” This was not the time to go into it. It didn’t matter anyway—screw him, right?—but she still felt the pang. “Have you heard about this case of Arthur Lemaine? The guy who got shot in both kneecaps?”
“Yes,” he said. “But it’s not my jurisdiction.”
“Did you hear that Arthur Lemaine is a convicted child pornographer?”
“I think I heard that, yes.”
“Did you also hear that Arthur Lemaine is Ed Grayson’s brother-in-law?”
There was a brief pause. Then Walker said, “Whoa.”
“Whoa indeed. Want more whoa? Lemaine coached his nephew’s hockey team. For those who aren’t good at family trees, that would be E. J., Ed Grayson’s son, the victim of child pornography.”
“That is another whoa,” Walker agreed.
“And—maybe ‘whoa’ here—whoever shot Lemaine’s knees did so from a distance.”
“The work of an expert marksman,” Walker said.
“Isn’t that what the owner of the Gun-O-Rama said about Grayson?”
“He did indeed. My God. But I don’t get it. I thought you saw Grayson kill Dan Mercer because Mercer took the pictures of his son.”
“I did.”
“So he shot both guys?”
“Well, yes, I think so. Remember how Ed Grayson showed up at Ringwood State Park to help find Haley McWaid’s body?”
“Yes.”
“He said I didn’t get it. But I think I do now. The guilt is haunting him, because he killed an innocent man.”
Michele was steadily taking notes—on what, Wendy couldn’t imagine.
“Here is how I think it went,” Wendy continued. “Dan Mercer is freed. Ed Grayson goes nuts. He kills Mercer and gets rid of the evidence. When he gets home, his wife, Maggie, sees what he’s done. I don’t know what happens then exactly. Maybe Maggie freaks out. Maybe she says, ‘What did you do, it wasn’t Dan, it was my brother.’ Or maybe E. J. now tells him the truth about his uncle. I don’t know. But imagine what must have gone through Grayson’s mind. For months he has shown up at every hearing, talking to the media, putting a face to the victims, demanding that Dan Mercer be punished.”
“And then he finds out that he killed the wrong guy.”
“Right. Plus he now knows that Arthur Lemaine, his brother-in-law, will never be brought to justice. And if he is somehow brought to trial, well, that might destroy his family.”
“The scandal of that,” Walker said. “Putting his family through it all again. Having to admit to the world that he’d been wrong this whole time. So, what, Grayson maims him instead?”
“Yes. I don’t think he was strong enough to murder again. Not after what happened the first time.”
“And like it or not, it’s his wife’s brother.”
“Right.”
