“None of us,” I replied when he quit speaking.
He looked back to the trees and made no response to me. He just kept telling his story.
“By midnight, she didn’t show, had called her friends, her folks, her sisters, her boss, went to the police, told ’em she was gone. They told me she had to be gone longer before they could do anything. I thought that was fuckin’ whacked. A man knows his wife, he knows she isn’t where she’s supposed to be, with anyone she knows, they should fuckin’ look.”
“Of course,” I agreed.
He looked at me. “There’s a reason they don’t look, Cassidy.”
I pressed my lips together.
“They knew there’s a shit ton of ways a man might not know his wife. Next days, weeks, months, I’d find out I knew fuckin’ nothin’ about Jeannie.”
“What was it?” I whispered, not wanting to know, but needing him to give this to me. Not because I felt it was my right to have it anymore. Because he had to let it go.
He looked to the trees.
“Started smokin’ pot when she was twelve. Graduated to droppin’ acid and doin’ ecstasy by the time she was fourteen. Snortin’ coke before she was a junior in high school. Good family, two sisters who were solid, don’t know why the fuck she did that shit, just know she did. Also knew she could be fragile, felt deeper than other people, and seein’ things clearer now, that was not in a way that was healthy. She had three stints in rehab between age fifteen and nineteen. Last one took, they thought.” He drew in breath and finished, “They were wrong.”
“She was on drugs?” I asked inanely and he looked back at me.
“Don’t know what tripped it,” he said, not answering me because my question needed no answer. “Don’t know if it was me askin’ for a baby and her realizin’ she didn’t have that in her. But she went back to coke. That money that was missing, that was because she was using. And Cassidy, this is where it gets ugly.”
It wasn’t already ugly?
I didn’t ask that.
I urged, “Tell me.”
“She got that money back turnin’ tricks.”
I blinked.
Turning tricks? As in, sleeping with men for money?
Oh my God!
I didn’t request Deacon confirm that, but he still kept talking.
“Got deep into coke right under my nose, and seriously no fuckin’ pun intended with that shit. So I wouldn’t find out, paid for it the only way she could, suckin’ cock and fuckin’ it for money.”
Okay, it was safe to say that was seriously ugly.
“Baby,” I whispered.
“Her folks, obviously, knew she had a problem. Sisters knew. Her friends knew. Shit came out when she didn’t go to work and didn’t come home for days and finally the cops got involved. No one was surprised. They were sad. They were worried about Jeannie. They felt for me. But no one was surprised. No one but her bosses…and me.”
“She didn’t tell you?”
“Nope.”
“Her parents, friends, sisters, when you called to say she was missing?”
He leaned slightly my way. “No one told me.”
“I…I can’t believe it. That’s crazy.”
“So whacked it’s jacked,” he agreed. “Cops heard her history, they went from looking into it to zero effort. Nothin’. Addict out scoring. Washed their hands of it.” He looked back to the trees. “I didn’t.”