“Yeah, I get it,” Kat said, cutting him off. “I really don’t need the pop psychology lesson right now. He was a self-hating gay man trapped in a straight, macho world.”

“You say it with such coldness.”

“No, not really,” Kat said. She felt the lump in her throat and tried to make it go away. “Later, when I have the time to think about all this, it will break my heart. And when that happens—when I let it in—it will crush me that my father was in such pain and I couldn’t see it. I will crawl into bed with a bottle and vanish for as long as it takes. But not right now. Right now, I need to do what I can to help him.”

“By finding out who killed him?”

“Yes, by being the cop he raised. So who killed him, Sugar?”

He shook his head. “If it wasn’t Cozone, then I really don’t know.”

“So when was the last time you saw him?”

“The night he died.”

Kat made a face. “I thought you said you broke up.”

“We did.” Sugar stopped pacing and smiled through the tears on his face. “But he couldn’t say away. That was the truth. He couldn’t be with me, but he couldn’t let me go, either. He waited for me behind the nightclub where I was working.” Sugar looked up, lost in the memory. “He had a dozen white roses in his hands. My favorite. He wore sunglasses. I thought they were to disguise himself. But when he took them off, I could see his eyes were red from crying.” The tears were flowing freely down Sugar’s cheeks now. “It was so wonderful. That was the last time I saw him. And then later that night . . .”

“He was murdered,” Kat finished for him.

Silence.

“Kat?”

“Yes?”

“I never got over losing him,” Sugar said. “He was the only man I ever really loved. Part of me will always hate him too. We could have run away. We could have found a way to be together. You and your brothers, you’d have understood eventually. We’d have been happy. I stayed with it all those years because that chance existed. You know what I mean? As long as we were alive, I think we both stupidly believed we would find a way.”

Sugar knelt down and took both of Kat’s hands in his. “I’m telling you so you understand. I still miss him so damn much. Every day. I would give anything, forgive anything, just to be with him for even a few seconds.”

Block, Kat thought. Keep the blocks up for now. Get through this.

“Who killed him, Sugar?”

“I don’t know.”

But Kat thought that maybe now she knew who could give her the answer. She just had to make him finally tell her the truth.

Chapter 40

Standing outside the precinct, Kat called Stagger’s cell phone.

“I don’t think we have anything more to say to each other,” Stagger said.

“Wrong. I just talked to Sugar. I’m thinking there’s still a lot to say.”

Silence.

“Hello?” Kat said.

“Where are you?”

“I’m coming down to your office right now, unless this is yet again a bad time.”

“No, Kat.” She had never heard Stagger sound so weary. “I think it’s a good time.”

When she arrived, Stagger was sitting at his desk. The photographs of his wife and kids were in front of him now, as though that could somehow shield him. Kat started in on him pretty hard, accusing him of lying and worse. Stagger came right back at her. There were shouts and tears, but finally Stagger made several admissions.

Yes, Stagger knew about Sugar.

Yes, Stagger had promised Monte Leburne favors for a simple confession.

Yes, Stagger had done that because he feared the affair would become public.

“I didn’t want that for your father,” Stagger said. “I didn’t want his name dragged through the mud. For his sake. For yours and your family’s too.”

“And what about yours?” Kat countered

Stagger made a maybe-yes/maybe-no gesture.

“You should have told me,” Kat said.

“I didn’t know how.”

“So who killed him?”

“What?”

“Who killed my father?”

Stagger shook his head. “You really don’t see?”

“No.”

“Monte Leburne killed him. Cozone ordered him to.”

Kat frowned. “You’re still trying to pedal that story?”

“Because it’s true, Kat.”

“Cozone had no motive. He had my father right where he wanted him.”

“No,” Stagger said in that same tired tone. “He didn’t.”

“But he knew about—”

“Yeah, he knew about it. And for a little while, Cozone had your old man under his thumb. I sat back and watched your father back off. I even let him, so maybe I had something to lose here too. Once Cozone learned about Sugar, your father changed. He was trapped. He saw no way out until he just . . .” Stagger’s voice faded away.

“He just what?”

Stagger looked up at her. “Had enough, I guess. Henry had lived with all those years of deception, but it hadn’t affected his job. Now all of a sudden, in order to protect his lies, he had to compromise his police work. All men have their breaking point. That was your father’s. So he told Cozone to go to hell. He didn’t care anymore.”

“How did Cozone react to that?” Kat asked.

“How do you think?”

They stood there in silence.

“So that’s it?” she asked.

“That’s it. It’s over, Kat.”

She didn’t know what to say.

“Take a few more days. Then come back to work.”

“I’m not being transferred?”

“No. I’d like you to stay. Do you still want a new partner?”

She shook her head. “No, I was wrong about that.”

“About what?”

“About Chaz Faircloth.”

Stagger picked up his pen. “Kat Donovan just admitted she was wrong. Will wonders never cease?”

 • • •

The kitchen door of the farmhouse was unlocked.

With the axe in one hand, Dana Phelps eased the screen door open, entered, and guided it to a close with a barely audible click. She stopped for a second and tried to gather herself.

But only for a second.

Food.

There, on the table in front of her, was a giant box of granola bars, the kind you buy at one of the price club stores. She had never experienced the horror of hunger before. She knew it would probably be smarter to search for a phone—and she would—but when she saw the food right there, so close by, it became beyond irresistible.

Stop, she told herself. Take care of the task at hand.

She checked for a phone in the kitchen. There were none. Now that she thought about it, there were no wires anywhere. She had heard the roar of a generator outside. Was that how they got electricity? Was there no phone hooked up?

Didn’t matter.

There was, she knew, a computer with Internet in the other room. She could get help that way. If she could get to it. She wondered how much longer the computer guy would be outside on his smoke break. She had seen him throw down his cigarette and start turning toward her. Would he be lighting up another one or . . . ?

She heard the front door open.

Damn.

Dana looked for a hiding spot. The kitchen was small and sparse. There were cupboards and a table. Ducking beneath the table would do no good. There was no tablecloth. She would be completely exposed. The refrigerator was small and brown, the same kind she’d had in college in Wisconsin when she first met Jason. There was no room to hide there. There was a door, probably leading to a cellar. She could maybe go down there, if there was time.

Footsteps.

Then another thought came to Dana: the hell with hiding.

A swinging door separated the kitchen from the living room where Titus had grilled her. If the computer guy came in here, if he decided to make his way into the kitchen, Dana would hear and see him coming. It wasn’t like before in the woods. Yes, she was exhausted. Yes, she needed one of those damn granola bars. But right now, if the computer guy entered this kitchen, she had the element of surprise in a big bad way.