Waking the Witch (Otherworld 11)

"But the person who did take it should come forward before Bruyn comes knocking. I'm sure whoever took it had a good reason. But then, when it went missing, she couldn't exactly report it, since it was stolen goods in the first place." I caught and held Paula's gaze. "That gun must have been taken by someone who had access at night. Someone like the cleaner."

She shook her head. "It wasn't me. It ..." She hesitated, then said, "It was Ginny. She came to see me one night. Brought me coffee. I knew something was up, but I thought she just wanted money. Then, a week later, when Bill came back for his gun and it was gone, I knew what Ginny had come for. Everyone in town knew the gun was in that office. I confronted her and she admitted it. Said she'd run into some trouble with a dealer and she needed it to scare him off. She wouldn't let me give it back, so I bought her a lockbox and made her keep it in that, away from Kayla."

"And it never occurred to you she might use it on Kayla?"

She should have jumped at that, shocked. But she only shook her head, her gaze once again fixed on the girl outside the window.

"No," she said, barely over a whisper. "It never did."

"But that changed at 12:38 on November 18 last year, didn't it?"

Now she glanced over sharply. "What?"

"November 18. The night Ginny and Brandi died. You got a call at 12:38 from Carol Degas."

"Did I?" She shrugged. "I suppose I might have. Carol would sober up at all hours of the night and call me, suddenly concerned about where Brandi was."

"Except that night she knew exactly where Brandi was. Going to Ginny's apartment to take Kayla, already drugged, to an abandoned building where they planned to kill her and make it look like the work of a sexual predator."

"N-no. Ginny--Ginny would never ..." Paula shook her head. "Kayla was her daughter."

"Which makes it all the more reprehensible. Especially when her motive was to get back her abusive asshole boyfriend. Cody told Ginny he didn't want her because she had a kid. She decided to remove that obstacle. Carol overheard and called you. She passed out while she was still on the phone, woke up the next day, and convinced herself it was all a dream because Kayla wasn't dead, and Brandi and Ginny were."

"Carol Degas is a drunk," Paula said. "I don't care if she's cleaned up and found religion. She still has a brain like Swiss cheese. Have you talked to her? She can barely remember what day it is. Kayla is alive. So whatever Carol imagined never happened."

"Because you stopped it. Carol called. You got hold of that gun and you tracked them to that abandoned building and you shot them--"

"No! It wasn't like--" She stopped short and glanced at the phone. "I think I need to call my lawyer."

"Sure. You do that and I'll call the sheriff's department and they can continue this conversation."

Paula looked out the window. She crossed her legs. Uncrossed them. Glanced toward the phone. Then said, "Why isn't Chief Bruyn or the sheriff's department here?"

"Because I haven't told them."

She peered at me, trying to gauge my motives.

"It wasn't like that," she said finally. "Carol called to tell me what she'd heard. I didn't believe her. Ginny would never do such a thing. Clearly Carol was dead drunk. I almost went back to bed."

"But you didn't."

"No, I didn't."

I let the silence drag on for half a minute before saying, "You told yourself Ginny would never do it, but you couldn't rest until you made " sure.

Paula nodded. "I knew the building. When I got there and saw Brandi's car out back--" She sucked in a deep breath. "I didn't have the gun. Obviously Ginny was drunk or stoned and not thinking straight and all I had to do was snap her out of it."

She stopped again. I waited her out.

"I found them in the basement. Kayla ..." Her voice cracked, gaze shooting back to the window. "Kayla was on the floor. They'd pulled off her pajama bottoms and her panties and ..."

She couldn't finish. Couldn't go on for another minute, then said, "They were fighting. Brandi thought they needed to make it look as if she'd been violated ..." Another crack in her voice. "That's when Ginny started having second thoughts. But Brandi had the gun. Ginny's gun. She turned it on Kayla, and I thought--I thought Ginny would stop her. This was her daughter. Kill her own child? For a man? How could I raise--?"

She shook her head and took another deep breath. "I thought she'd do something, but when Brandi pointed that gun at Kayla's head, Ginny stopped arguing and closed her eyes. Just closed her eyes. I screamed. I ran forward and there was a shot. It went past me. I hit Brandi. She fell and I jumped on her to get the gun and we were struggling and I saw Ginny standing there over us.

"I got hold of the gun, but Brandi wouldn't let go. It fired. I don't know who pulled the trigger. I yanked the gun away and I got up, and Brandi was lying there, dead, blood pumping out. I heard this sound and I thought it was Kaylawaking up and I turned and there was Ginny, bent over, hands to her chest, blood running through her fingers. The bullet had gone right through Brandi and into her.

"Ginny was still alive. I told her I was going to get help, that she'd be okay, but she started crying, saying she was sorry, it was Brandi's idea, she begged me not to leave her. I tried to calm her down so I could get help, but she kept crying and then ..." Paula looked away and brushed a hand over her eyes. "And then she was gone."