They’d found a body. He’d seen it on the news playing in the rec room. Wallace suspected exactly whose it was. She’d been in the water for weeks now. Found not even three miles downstream from where he’d put her.
They’d slept together. There could be DNA on her body, still. Even though she’d been submerged for so long.
He’d used a condom—he would never risk Jennifer’s health by having unsafe sex—and he’d bathed Connie’s body thoroughly while wearing gloves. He’d been careful.
She’d been submerged for weeks. That had to mean something.
There was talk, even in the jail, about who she had possibly been. There had been an ID made, but the TSP wasn’t releasing that information yet.
He knew, though. He knew.
Of course…he could be wrong. The sheriff of the county south of Finley Creek had had an actual serial killer obsessed with plastic wrap active in the area recently. That man had been arrested, Wallace had read. Everyone had lived in fear for weeks because of that.
It could be a part of that. Even though the body had been found on the Finley Creek County side of the reservoir.
He needed to calm himself down. There wasn’t much to tie him to Connie.
Unless she’d told someone about their affair.
She could have. She didn’t have super-close friends, but she could have told someone. It was probably only a matter of time until they found him out. About Connie…about Miranda.
Maybe this was what he’d deserved for what he’d done to all of them. Each of their faces flashed through his mind again. Connie. Miranda. Innocent little Izzie.
He was glad he hadn’t killed her too.
“Henedy. Your visitor’s here. Guess you got you a fancy attorney with all that money, huh?”
Wallace stood. He had gotten really good at doing what he was supposed to do in prison. It was a different kind of life in this place. The walls kept the bad guys in. He wished to hell that they kept all the ghosts out, too.
Jennifer was waiting there. His heart raced, seeing her.
He loved that woman so much.
Her big dark eyes were cold to him now. She had her own demons. Demons he’d created.
Wallace wanted to touch her but didn’t dare. He didn’t know how she had managed this, but his wife had plenty of connections in the city. Jennifer always had managed to find her way to everything she wanted. He was so proud of her. He wanted to tell her that, but didn’t. He didn’t know what to say to her. She had one word to say to him, though.
“Bail.”
“What?”
“We’re going to get you out of here, Wallace,” the attorney said. “But it will take some time. I need you to be honest with me—is there anything you’ve done that will make it harder for that to happen?”
Wallace shook his head. No. He wouldn’t ever mention what he’d done. That would be stupid. Dangerous.
It would ruin everything for Jennifer and Reggie.