“Anyway,” Shelly said quietly. “They’re investigating. I’m sure they’ll do what police do.”
Winnie didn’t want to know what that meant. Whoever that person was, they’d known enough to get Terry Russel involved. She shifted the subject to Manda, wanting to think more on that later. Shelly’s face soured at the mention of Dakota’s wife.
“She’s angry. She’s blaming us—all of us,” she added, glancing at Winnie. “She says he’s always been mentally ill and we knew it and enabled him.” Shelly spat this out with laughter in her voice, and Winnie felt herself get so hot under the thin hospital sheet she had to close her eyes to keep from yelling. “Dakota was normal until he met her. She’s the one who—”
“My God, stop it. I was there, Shelly. What Manda is saying is true. It may not be solely our fault, but we ignored what was right in front of our faces. I bought pot from him, for God’s sake.”
Shelly’s head jerked up at that. “Marijuana doesn’t make someone a murderer,” she said tightly.
“No, it doesn’t, but the fact that he hid everything from his wife and children, the fact that he shot Nigel and tried to kill me—I think that all points to the fucking fact that he was sick!”
“Stop,” she hissed, glancing around nervously. “They’ll find him. But when they do, your brother is going to prison for life. Do you understand that? Your twin brother, Winnie.”
All she could do was gape at her sister. Was Shelly asking her to feel bad for Dakota in this moment, excuse him?
“I understand that he deserves to go to prison for killing my husband.”
Her sister rose from her seat with the sort of lofty air Winnie had always respected, but now made her rageful.
“He’s family. Excuse me if I can’t hate my brother.”
“You’d hate him if it were you. Go home, Shelly. I want to be alone.”
“You’ve always been the biggest hypocrite in the family,” she said, moving toward the door. “Sam told us that Nigel hid liquor bottles from you. So I wouldn’t be so quick to point fingers.”
Winnie blinked at her sister with something like revulsion on her face. Was she really comparing a bottle of Jack Daniel’s to murder? Winnie wouldn’t even dignify that with a response. Shelly went for one more blow before she left. “Mom is brokenhearted. First her husband dies, and now her son is gone.”
* * *
Winnie was released from the hospital three days later. Nigel’s mother, Nancy, picked her and Sam up and took them to her town house, where they would stay until they found something else. Sam—he’d firmly asked to be called Sam—was glued to her side. Nigel’s mother already had him in therapy, and Winnie was glad of it. She wasn’t sure how to make decisions for them yet, so they burrowed down in her mother-in-law’s spare room for the time being. Detective Abbot came by every week to check on them and update her on the case. It had been six weeks, and they still hadn’t found Dakota. He’d left his truck a few blocks away, parked on the street and unlocked, his wallet inside the glove box. Winnie, who’d always felt connected to her twin, felt nothing at all. If he was out there, what he’d done had severed any tie they had. As for Josalyn, they’d made the connection eventually and Detective Abbot had come to talk to Winnie at her mother-in-law’s town house.
“Josalyn was your patient, so we believe Terry Russel chose to take the death of her daughter out on you. It happened very quickly on her end. She received the email and had booked a flight to Washington within an hour.”
“Who sent the email? Could it have been Dakota?” But Winnie knew the answer before it was given. Dakota wasn’t calculated enough to pull off some grand scheme; he was all impulse and anger. And besides—how could he have known about Josalyn? And when Terry had told him her story in the back rooms of the house, it was clear he was hearing it for the first time.
“Did you know that Dakota and Nigel had words the night before he came to your house with the gun?”
Winnie shook her head. She wished she could fast-forward through this part; he was going to say things to make her hate both her husband and her brother.
“Your cousin, Amber, she told Dakota that Nigel was cheating on you. Do you remember having that conversation with her?”