little thing." He took a bite of his own burger and washed it down with beer. "So, who have you talked to about these kills?"
The abrupt change in subject threw her, but only for a moment. "Enforcement when Mickey disappeared. They didn't take it seriously." She put down her half-eaten burger.
"After the bodies were found?"
"They launched an investigation," she said. "One of the detectives - Max Shannon - he actually seems to care. He's the one who told me about the other disappearances around the country."
"But?"
"But I don't think it's anything as simple as a killer targeting runaways. This feels wrong, Clay."
"Still getting your feelings, huh?"
She shrugged, uncomfortable with the topic. "They're worth nothing. Just this feeling of 'wrongness.' Women's intuition. What good is that to anyone?"
She'd had the same feelings about Orrin, the man who had been supposed to be an exemplary foster father. She'd made the mistake of sharing those feelings with her old social worker and had gotten her face slapped.
You should count yourself lucky he and his wife are happy to take in a piece of trash like you. If it was me, I'd leave you to rot in the state orphanage.
As an adult, she knew that that social worker had been way out of line, a being who should have never been allowed near his charges. But as a child five weeks from her third birthday, she had believed him. She'd had nowhere else to go, no one to turn to. So she had learned to keep silent about her feelings...and everything that came after.
Having no desire to relive the terrors of the past, she focused her attention on the here and now, counting the beads of condensation rolling down the side of Clay's beer bottle. "You said you'd find him - the man who's doing this."
"Yes."
She looked up into the indescribable green of his eyes. Forests, she thought, she had always seen forests in Clay's eyes, a freedom that was his gift to her. "Why does everyone automatically assume only men can do bad things? Women can be as evil, as depraved."
"Delia's still in prison." His hand clenched around the bottle. "Not long after I got taken in, they found the bodies she and Orrin had buried in the junkyard. There was so much forensic evidence she'll be rotting in jail till the undertakers haul her away."
"I know." After being relocated to Larkspur's Nest, she had had constant nightmares in which Delia would come to drag her back to Orrin. He'd be sitting on the bed waiting for her, a rotting corpse with maggots crawling out of every possible orifice. Those dreams had lasted until Ma Larkspur had walked into the bathroom one night and found Talin cowering in the bath. The older woman had gone on the Internet right then and there and downloaded footage of Delia being bundled up into a prison van. Talin had watched that footage obsessively for a month. "They found home recordings of the murders, did you know?"
"My lawyer told me." He held her gaze, a cool, calm predator with a heart of turbulent fire. "Did they use those recordings to terrorize you?"
She shook her head. "That was their secret pleasure - I used to hear them watching the vids late at night." While she'd been locked up in her room. They had much preferred to put her in the special punishment closet, but had quickly worked out that her terror was all the greater if they let her run free and unpunished for a few weeks - never knowing when she'd be shoved back into that airless, lightless hole had been a whole different level of torture.
"No one's sure how many kids they murdered," she said, closing the lid on that bleak memory. "They were smart. They only took a couple of their foster kids. Rest were all runaways." The dam broke without warning. "You should have never gone to prison! You did the whole world a favor by getting rid of Orrin!"
Clay shrugged. "Judge White offered me a choice of juvie, with an attached anger management course and regular school hours, or a residential psych facility."
"Psych? Why?"
"He saw I had an anger problem and he was a good enough man to try and sort me out before I went completely off the rails." He finished off his beer. "I knew if they locked me up in a little white room, I'd go crazy. At least the juvenile facility where I did my time was out of