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for today. Next week though. You staying in town?
    Birdy shook her head.
    “I can give him your number and he can call you collect. Visiting hours are over until Tuesday.”
    “I don’t have my purse,” she said. “You don’t happen to have a paper and pen?”
    Holloway put his fingertips to his lips and smiled. “Don’t tell the other guards, but yes I do.” He pulled a scrap from his pocket and a stub of a pencil.
    Birdy took it and wrote as he called out his number.
    “Do me a favor,” he said.
    She stopped writing and looked up, her eyes locking on his. “What?”
    “Don’t let him down,” he said. “The guy deserves better than that.”
    “He’s in prison for killing a girl,” she said.
    “So the jury concluded. But do you think—even for a minute—that the man you sat with today killed someone? He’s a decent human being,” he said. “Better than most by far.”
    “He’s helped a lot of people,” she said, searching the guard’s eyes.
    “I know what you’re getting at and you’re right. I’m one of those. Your cousin has taught me more about being a compassionate person than anyone. I’m here as a guard because of him. Some are here to punish, but I’m here to help. So I’m asking you—for him, please, help him.”
    “You sent the letter to me,” she said. “Didn’t you?”
    He looked down at the gleaming floor. “It was the only thing I could think of doing. He wasn’t going to ask you. But if you could have seen his face when he got word that you’d asked for a visit, you would know that I did the right thing. Man, he was so happy. And you know what else?”
    Birdy shook her head. “No, what?”
    “You’re doing the right thing,” he said.
    “I still don’t know what, exactly, I’m doing. I’ve looked over the evidence file. I didn’t see anything that can help him.”
    Ken Holloway looked around. “It isn’t for me to say,” he said finally. “But I will anyway. Your cousin once let it slip at a meeting that relationships sometimes aren’t all they seem. He said, sometimes you trust the wrong people.”
    “What does that mean? What wrong people?”
    “He said that the girl wasn’t all that he thought she was.”
    Birdy stood in the silent corridor. Was he referring to her? How she didn’t stand up for him? How could she? She had told the police what she’d seen even though her mother and father told her to keep quiet.
    Or was he talking about Anna Jo? And if it had been Anna Jo, then there was only one place to go. Back home.

C HAPTER F IVE
    “I know who you are why you are here.”
    Anna Jo Bonners’s mother stood on the front steps of her house and faced Birdy Waterman with ice-pellet eyes. Carmona Bonner was a woman who, as Birdy recalled, seldom smiled. She had the kind of humorless face that owed more to the fact that she’d lost one of her front teeth in a car accident than to what kind of person she really was. She simply never smiled. After Anna Jo’s murder, few thought she had many reasons to anyway.
    Birdy braced herself against the chill by wrapping her arms around her chest. “My cousin is dying and I’m just trying to tie up some loose ends,” she said.
    “My daughter is dead and there are no more loose ends,” Carmona said.
    Birdy persisted. “May I come inside? Chilly out here.”
    Mrs. Bonners stood her ground. “No,” she said. “You should have put on an extra sweater. Always cold up here this time of year. Maybe you’ve forgotten, living in the big city.”
    The remark was almost laughable. No one who visited Port Orchard would have considered it a big town, much less a major city.
    “Really is cold out here,” Birdy said, letting her teeth chatter for effect and because the chilly ocean air was pummeling her. A curl of wood smoke coming from the chimney indicated that there was no need to suffer on that stoop.
    Carmona Bonners sighed and reluctantly opened the door. “Come in,” she said. “But you can only stay a