The Reckless Oath We Made - Bryn Greenwood Page 0,34
don’t know exactly what’s in there, but most of it dates to about 1999 to 2002. It used to be the guest room, but Mom started filling it up with craft projects and books after my dad went to prison.”
Mansur took a couple of steps backward and pointed at the next bedroom door. I laughed, because I was in danger of crying. I shifted all my weight to my right foot, and the pain in my hip sobered me up pretty quickly.
“That used to be my bedroom.”
“Do you know what’s—archaeologically speaking, can you tell me what’s in there?”
“Yeah, sure,” I said. The cops had managed to get the door open about four or five inches. Most of what I could see were cardboard boxes and plastic bags, but at the bottom, there was a swatch of purple-striped fabric that I thought was a hand-me-down nightgown from Emma.
“Miss Trego?”
“Um, 1993 to 1999, it’s mostly my stuff. Clothes and stuffed animals and books and things like—you know, when the feds searched the house in ’99, after the bank robberies, they were convinced the bookcase in my room was a hidden door or something, because it was built in. So they got in there with pry bars and tore it off the wall.” I wanted to unload on Mansur. Dump absolutely everything on him, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it without crying, and fuck him. Fuck him and Officer Toby. I wasn’t going to cry.
“1999 to maybe 2004, it’s a mix of my clothes and shoes, plus romance novels and my mother’s craft projects, and then by 2005, mostly her crap. Dolls and quilts and dishes and stuff.”
“What about after that?” Mansur said. He was shining a flashlight into the gap in the door. With the room piled up to the ceiling no daylight could come through the windows.
“I’d guess nobody’s been in there for at least five years. The last time I could actually get in there to sleep was 2007. That’s where the bed is, archaeologically. Hey, if you’re gonna excavate, somewhere in there is this really sweet Dusty Rhodes action figure my uncle Alva gave me. I would love to get that back.”
Mansur turned and gave me a blank look.
“You know? Dusty Rhodes. The wrestler. The American Dream?” I said.
“I see.” I don’t think he did see, though. He went back to shining his flashlight into my room. “Which one was LaReigne’s room?”
“That one. She moved out in 2005, so Mom filled her room up first. I doubt there’s anything in there that’ll help you. Unless you think she was plotting to make bombs with white supremacists back in 2005. That’s why you’re here, right? You think LaReigne met up with these guys’ friends or something? You don’t see how stupid that is? Nobody comes here. Except me and LaReigne.”
“And your nephew and your boyfriend and—”
“He’s not my boyfriend, and yesterday was the first time he’d ever been in the house,” I snapped. “Look around. Do you really think terrorists could meet here and build bombs? God, I can’t even find a place to sit down when I come over. You did this to her.”
“I did this?”
“You cops, searching the house. That’s what fucked her up.”
“It certainly wasn’t us,” Smith said. He’d been lurking in the hallway behind us.
“Yeah, you’re so different from the marshals who searched it back then. What about after you’re done pawing through all her shit and swabbing it for whatever? You’re gonna leave it out on the lawn and it’ll be my problem how to get it back in the house.”
“Maybe that’s not such a bad thing. Maybe it’d be a good idea if you didn’t bring it back in here,” Smith said.
“Fuck you, you fucking judgmental motherfucker.”
I had totally lost it, like I had flames shooting out of my head. I turned around and walked toward the front door, the first time in years I’d been able to do it without climbing over a bunch of shit.
Mansur came after me and, as I was about to step outside, Officer Toby said, “Marshal, that other search warrant you’ve been waiting on just came.”
I knew what it would be, even before he said it. What else was there to search? They’d searched the apartment. They’d searched Mom’s house. Of course, my car was next.
“How long are you going to take it for?” I said, when Mansur asked for the keys.