Ten minutes later, Mary and Paige gathered at one side of the two-way mirror into the interview room, and Detectives Kovich and Donovan stood on the other side. Mary had cautioned Paige not to say anything in their earshot as the FBI agents conducted the questioning. The agents had arrested Trevor on the 'buy-and-bust,' as they called it, but had been willing to cooperate with the Philadelphia police on investigating the Newlin murder. Trevor had agreed to talk with them, hoping for leniency. He slumped at the table in his brown leather jacket and white shirt, sullen as he fiddled with a can of Mountain Dew.

'I told you, I don't know anything about it,' Trevor said, and the FBI agent sitting across from him nodded. The agent was a middle-aged man with dark hair, who looked fit in his dark suit. In front of him sat a can of diet Coke.

'You don't know anything about the Newlin murder?'

'No.' Next to Trevor sat a white-haired man in a three-piece suit, whom Mary pegged instantly as his lawyer. She couldn't tell an undercover agent, but she could smell a lawyer through glass. The lawyer stayed quiet during the interrogation, taking occasional notes.

'Were you at the Newlin house that night?'

'No.'

'Have you ever been in the Newlin house?'

'A coupla times.'

'Why?'

To meet the 'rents.'

'Where were you the night Honor Newlin was killed?'

Trevor paused. 'What night was that again?'

'Monday.'

'I was home studying. I had a French final the next day, and you can check it.'

'So you weren't there, with the daughter, Paige Newlin.'

'No.'

'Do you know if the daughter was at her parents' house that night?'

'She wasn't. She was at home. She gets migraines and shit.'

'So you weren't there that night, but you were dating the daughter.'

'Yes.'

'The daughter is pregnant by you.'

'So she says,' Trevor said, and at the window Paige winced. Mary gave her a warning nudge.

The agent sipped his soda. 'What do you know about the Newlin murder?'

'Nothing but what I read in the paper. That the father killed her.'

'Did you give Paige any drugs that night?'

'No, I was home studying that night.'

'Did you ever give Paige drugs?'

'Sometimes. It got her goin',' Trevor said, and it sounded so ugly that this time Mary winced.

'Did you help her calm down after the murder?'

'No.'

'Didn't give her any drugs to calm down?'

'No.'

'Did you tell her to tell the cops that you weren't together that night?'

'No.'

'Did Paige kill her mother?'

'I don't know. Her father did, as far as I know.'

'Did you?'

'Objection,' said the lawyer, but Mary had heard all she had to. She took Paige's arm and led her away. When she left. Detective Donovan was smiling.

But Kovich wasn't.

It was a gloomy cab ride back to the office, with Mary kicking herself for not asking about Paige's bruises before they'd gone to Walsh. She'd been too eager to get Paige to the police and now Trevor was lying, doing his best not to implicate himself. She looked out the window at the chilly city, speeding by. She felt sick at heart. She had screwed up her only chance to help Jack. How could she have been so dumb?

Paige shifted in the seat next to her, looking out her window on the other side, and Mary could only guess how she must be feeling. Her father, in jail because of her, and her lover, betraying them both. Her perfect profile faced the city, but her eyes remained remarkably dry. And this on the day she had buried her mother. Mary couldn't fathom it. She reached over and patted Paige's hand, resting loosely on her coat. 'I'm sorry I goofed up, with Captain Walsh.'

Paige smiled sadly. 'Don't worry about it. It was my fault, too, and I'm sorry.'

'We're gonna figure this thing out, you and me. We have to.'

'I know we are,' Paige said, and Mary heard a new determination strengthen her tone.

'How are you feeling, Paige? I mean, I'm surprised you're not a mess after what Trevor just said.'

'Not at all.' Paige shook her head. Trevor lied to save his own ass. I think I'm finally seeing him for what he really is.'

'I was wrong about him cheating on you, and I'm sorry.'

Paige waved her off. 'You apologize too much, you know that?'

'Do I? Let's make a deal. I'll apologize less, and you say "thank you" more. Fair enough?'

'Fair enough.' Paige smiled. 'And Trevor did cheat on me. He left me and went to New York with another woman. He didn't know she was with the FBI. That's cheating, isn't it?'

'Technically it's attempted cheating, but I won't bore you with the legalities.'

Paige smiled. 'So it's over with him. I want nothing to do with him.'

'Good for you.' Mary wondered what it meant for the baby, but decided this wasn't the time or place. Paige had enough to think about. The girl was growing up in only a few days, and Mary wasn't completely surprised.

Adulthood never had anything to do with age anyway.

45

Mary sat behind the conference room table like a judge while Paige stood up and told what had happened the night her mother was killed, and by the time she was finished Mary had almost succeeded in visualizing the scene. 'Tell it again,' she said anyway. 'I want to see if there's anything inconsistent, telling to telling.'

'Mary, I'm not making this up. It's the truth, I swear it.'

'I believe you, but something's wrong. You have no bruises on you and you should, if what you're saying is true. Start over. You and Trevor go to your parents' house…'

Paige sighed without further complaint. 'My mother started to fight with me, right off. Told me I looked fat and I shouldn't be eating. She started in on the Bonner shoot. How I looked like I was gaining. How I had to watch what I ate to get over.'

'Get over?'

'You know, make it,' Paige answered, and Mary flashed on the sweating kids under the hot lights, all hopeful but none with The Face. 'I felt like who was she to tell me, I'm not a child, and now I was having a child. I'm going to be a mother, a way better mother than she ever was. So I said, "I'm pregnant, that's why I'm so hungry," and she hit me. I fell off the chair onto the floor.'

Then what happened?'

'I got up from the floor and I started to cry. Then she grabbed me and threw me down and started kicking me in my stomach. At least I thought she did.' Paige paused, her forehead a knot of confusion. 'I remember that happening.

I swear, I remember she was trying to kick the baby out of me. She said so.'

Mary shook her head, confounded. It rang completely true, especially the way Paige recounted it, but it couldn't have been. 'What was Trevor doing?'

'He was trying to pull her off of me, I think. I don't really know.'

'But he was in there, fighting?'

'Yes, I think. She was yelling, "You kill it or I'll kill it!" I hurt, so much, and I rolled away, trying to protect the baby from her. But she kept coming at me, kicking.' Paige looked like she wanted to cry but didn't. 'I was so scared. Trevor said I was just crying and rolling on the ground.'

Mary's ears pricked up. 'Last time you didn't say, "Trevor said."'

'What?'

'Is it Trevor said, or you remember?'

'I remember. I remembered. Later. I mean, I remember crouching and rolling, trying to keep her away from the baby.'

Mary frowned. 'Do you remember really, or did he tell you? And when did he tell you?'

'I do remember, but we discussed it later, over and over. I couldn't get it out of my mind. I needed to talk about it. We talked after it happened, a lot. Until you came over. I was so upset, and he calmed me down.'

'By talking about what happened?'

'Partly.' Paige brushed a strand of hair from her troubled brow. 'I think I remember. I needed to talk about it. Parts of what happened I couldn't remember. It happened so fast and I was so high. So crazy.'