short a time. If anyone has created unnecessary
problems, it's you, not me. Tyler Monahan!" His face brightened as the blood rushed into his cheeks. "What rock? What sort of touching? What are you talking about?" he demanded, stepping up to me,
his chest swelling, his hands on his hips.
I nodded at the pond. "The rock that sticks up
on the other side of the pond. She brought me there
and showed it to me. After that she showed me how
and where you touched her."
He stared at me, his black pearl eyes losing,
some of their rage. Then he gazed out at the pond and
turned back to me. "You're lying."
"Oh. I'm lying. What are you going to do, claim
it's my imagination? Maybe we can't bring Mrs.
Westington out there. but I could tell Trevor to go
look if you need it confirmed."
"Show it to me." he said.
"Why, you don't know where it is?"
"For your information. I don't."
I hesitated. Could he be telling the truth or did
he just want to get me into that boat? I began to
imagine all sorts of things. If I got into that rowboat
with him, he might try to drown me.
"Just as I thought." he said at my continued
hesitation. He folded his arms under his chest and
stood back firmly. "You're making it up. You're sick,
as sick as the uncle who had that doll in his motor
home."
"No, you're the one who's sick," I said, "I'll
prove it, too," I added, and marched down to the dock.
Now he was the one hesitating. "Well, are you coming
to see what I know or are you going to run back into