was here, the battery dead, and assumed it was an extra of hers that had fallen out of her pocket when she tried to get away.” She curls her lips in a terrifying smile. “It made sense at the moment. A grifter carrying two phones. But as soon as you said you’d lost yours, I realized what had happened.”
I’m frozen in place still, gripped by fear, but my gaze flicks to the outside door and back. Inside my shoes, I curl my toes, forcing a small part of me to move.
“So you killed Mulroney, too?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so. He called me. You must have mentioned my name to him, and he’d followed a trail of bread crumbs indicating that you’d taken the train from Grand Central on Tuesday. He hadn’t pieced it all together yet, but he was getting closer, and I was concerned the information he did have might jog your memory. I told him I had something about you I felt obligated to share, something that might help him crack the case, and arranged to meet him in the parking lot. I knew what that spot was known for, of course. I’ve had patients who’ve cruised there.”
My brain summons an image of Mulroney against my will. So street-smart, but clearly with his guard down, a bullet going through his head.
“What about me?” I ask.
“About you, Ally? Are you wondering if I was the one who pushed you that night? Yes, that was me. I’m not much of a street fighter, am I?”
“But what about now? What are you going to do?”
It’s such a stupid question. Because I can already see the answer, an abyss that’s as deep and dense as a black hole.
“You must know that I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve liked working with you. And I’ve liked helping you. But I’m not going to let you or anyone else take my life and my freedom from me.”
“I wouldn’t, though,” I say, feebly. I lower my head a little, and let my eyes dart toward the door again, measuring the distance to it. To escape, I would need to rush past her, race to the door, unlock it, attempt to fight her off with my hands. It seems impossible, but I have to try.
“Of course you would,” she says with a wry smile.
I take as deep a breath as possible, hoping she can’t see my chest rise and fall. There’s another door, I realize, one closer to me that leads to the rest of the house. I press my hands hard into the sofa, preparing to spring forward.
Another smile from her. I sense she’s noticed my preparation. She sets my phone on the side table next to her and reaches into the space between the chair and the cushion. When she slides her hand out, I see she’s holding a small black gun.
My stomach roils. “But they’ll catch you,” I say. “They’ll trace the gun.”
“It’s from the black market, actually. Some of my patients are seriously troubled, and I felt I needed protection—but it’s nearly impossible to obtain a firearm legally in New York State.”
“The Uber,” I say desperately. “It’s evidence that I came here.”
She chuckles. “When the Uber arrives to pick you up, I’ll put on your coat and a hat of mine and be driven into the city. Later, I’ll take the train back here to tidy up. That’s basically how it worked with Diane, though she’d come by car. I wore her coat and her very fancy sunglasses and I stopped for gas and later abandoned the vehicle. Then I had all the time in the world to clean up. I took her body upstate, to a landfill near where I used to live. I haven’t seen a word about her being missing. I assume no one cares she’s gone.”
As hard as it is, I force a smile.
“Ah, that’s very clever,” I say. “You outgrifted the grifter.”
Erling raises an eyebrow. “I should appreciate the compliment, Ally, but I know you’re simply trying to buy yourself time.”
She’s going to shoot me any second now. And dump my body in the landfill. I manage another breath and think of my father and brothers, of Hugh, too, still my husband. Would they ever be able to find out what had happened to me? Or would they think I’d disassociated again and fallen off the face of the earth?
As I picture Roger, an image fights its way into my head. My brother standing with the oar.
I open