Daniel\u2019s cassette player sat on my kitchen table like a machine built specifically for resurrecting dead people.<\/p>\n
The tape Caleb gave me was forty-seven years old and fragile enough that Russell insisted we rewind it by hand first.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know how?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI grew up in civilization before streaming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
He found a pencil.<\/p>\n
Rebecca watched him insert it into the cassette wheel.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy son has never seen anyone do that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell turned it carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour son has been denied culture.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a minute the ordinary conversation almost saved us.<\/p>\n
Then the tape clicked into the player.<\/p>\n
I pressed play.<\/p>\n
Static.<\/p>\n
A muffled scrape.<\/p>\n
Then Leon Mercer\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n
I knew it without needing Caleb to identify him.<\/p>\n
He sounded younger than I expected.<\/p>\n
Not sinister.<\/p>\n
That was the unsettling part.<\/p>\n
\u201cSay it again, Robert.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I fired the gun.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breath stopped.<\/p>\n
Russell looked at me.<\/p>\n
On tape, Mercer said, \u201cAt Samuel Bellamy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe surprised us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUs?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Mercer laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cCareful.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father spoke more firmly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just said us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI misspoke.\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording hissed.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect me to believe a carpenter broke into Tate\u2019s garage alone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI needed money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat part I believe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI found the cash.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Samuel found you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you shot him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy revolver.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat caliber?\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cThirty-eight.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer laughed again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin prickled.<\/p>\n
My father said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t even know what killed him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI fired the gun.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert, if you\u2019re going to confess to murder, at least learn the murder.\u201d<\/p>\n
The tape crackled.<\/p>\n
Then a chair scraped.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s voice came closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou already know it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I know you\u2019re protecting someone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell whispered, \u201cEvelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to disagree.<\/p>\n
Then another sound came through the tape.<\/p>\n
A woman crying.<\/p>\n
Faint.<\/p>\n
In another room.<\/p>\n
My mother?<\/p>\n
Mercer lowered his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s not worth prison.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father answered immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, she is.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes filled before I could stop them.<\/p>\n
Mercer said, \u201cYou think she\u2019d do the same for you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLove makes people stupid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo does thinking everyone can be bought.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
Then a sharp impact.<\/p>\n
My father grunted.<\/p>\n
Rebecca flinched.<\/p>\n
Mercer\u2019s voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me who fired.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas it Evelyn?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret?\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell\u2019s head snapped toward the machine.<\/p>\n
Mercer continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cInteresting.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father said, \u201cLeave them out of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThem.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer sounded amused.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow we have two women.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell looked at me.<\/p>\n
My mother and his.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
Mercer asked, \u201cWhich one killed Samuel?\u201d<\/p>\n
My father said nothing.<\/p>\n
The tape continued for several minutes.<\/p>\n
Threats.<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
My father refusing to name anyone.<\/p>\n
Then, beneath a burst of static, a different male voice appeared.<\/p>\n
Very faint.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeon, that\u2019s enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
I rewound.<\/p>\n
Played it again.<\/p>\n
Leon, that\u2019s enough.<\/p>\n
Walter, perhaps?<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
Walter listened by phone and said immediately, \u201cNot me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrank?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarlan?\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter went silent.<\/p>\n
\u201cWalter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt could be.\u201d<\/p>\n
David Harlan.<\/p>\n
The corrupt federal agent.<\/p>\n
If he was present while Mercer coerced my father\u2019s confession in 1979, his corruption began long before Riverglass.<\/p>\n
Rebecca said, \u201cThen this wasn\u2019t just blackmail. A federal agent may have helped fabricate evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter agreed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut why was Mercer recording it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLeverage over Harlan too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone held leverage over everyone else.<\/p>\n
The system functioned because nobody could expose another person without damaging themselves.<\/p>\n
We played further.<\/p>\n
Mercer asked my father:<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is the gun?\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert answered:<\/p>\n
\u201cGone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho has it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWrong answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
A woman spoke.<\/p>\n
Not crying now.<\/p>\n
One word.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert.\u201d<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
My mother.<\/p>\n
No doubt.<\/p>\n
Evelyn Turner\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n
Russell recognized it too.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer said, \u201cTell your wife to come in.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father shouted, \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something crashed.<\/p>\n
Then the recording abruptly stopped.<\/p>\n
Rebecca sat back.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Grandpa confessed while Grandma was in the building.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich still doesn\u2019t tell us who fired.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell rubbed his chin.<\/p>\n
\u201cMercer mentioned Margaret before hearing Evelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe already suspected both.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would my mother be there during the burglary?\u201d<\/p>\n
That question changed the direction of everything.<\/p>\n
Margaret Tate had grown up around Walter\u2019s garage.<\/p>\n
She could enter without suspicion.<\/p>\n
She knew the layout.<\/p>\n
She knew Samuel Bellamy.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Walter say happened that night?\u201d<\/p>\n
I called him again.<\/p>\n
He answered on the second ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Tate & Sons was robbed in 1979, where was Margaret?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWalter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith Thomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell took the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Mom have access to the garage?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould she have entered without forcing a door?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she need money?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor Caleb.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
Leon had been blackmailing Margaret even then.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Dad know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLater.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Margaret help with the burglary?\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter\u2019s voice became strained.<\/p>\n
\u201cI suspected.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you never asked?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe denied it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you believe her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
We exchanged looks.<\/p>\n
Two women.<\/p>\n
Evelyn and Margaret.<\/p>\n
My father protecting both.<\/p>\n
Samuel Bellamy shot during the robbery.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere was Evelyn that night?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Walter answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert said she was home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid anyone verify that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca said, \u201cWhat if they were all involved?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody liked that possibility.<\/p>\n
But it fit the tape.<\/p>\n
Robert used \u201cus.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer spoke of two women.<\/p>\n
My father refused to identify either.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly was stolen?\u201d Russell asked.<\/p>\n
Walter listed cash, checks, titles, and several customer envelopes.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou hesitated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome jewelry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat jewelry?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPersonal items from my office safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy wife\u2019s emergency jewelry. A few family pieces.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas there a diamond bracelet?\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter went quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother later used jewelry supposedly given by Leon Mercer to repay my father\u2019s debt.<\/p>\n
What if some of it had come from Walter\u2019s safe?<\/p>\n
\u201cThat jewelry wasn\u2019t Mercer\u2019s gift.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Mother repaid you with property stolen from you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never saw the individual pieces. She sold through someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
This was almost absurd.<\/p>\n
My mother might have helped steal Walter\u2019s jewelry, then years later sold it to repay money my father owed Walter.<\/p>\n
Fear had become an economy.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho was Samuel Bellamy?\u201d Rebecca asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrank\u2019s younger brother,\u201d Walter said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy was he at the garage that night?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe slept in the apartment above it sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo he interrupted the burglary.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to his body?\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter\u2019s answer surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t found at the garage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAcross the river.\u201d<\/p>\n
Illinois.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen someone moved him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe never knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid police know he had been shot at your garage?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo how did they connect the death?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey didn\u2019t. Not initially.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBlood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the garage?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe believed Samuel\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBelieved?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo modern DNA testing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
Always assumption layered over fear.<\/p>\n
Russell asked, \u201cCould Samuel have left the garage alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould the blood have belonged to someone else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen maybe he wasn\u2019t shot there.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cPossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
The cassette suddenly became less like proof and more like a trap built from unreliable assumptions.<\/p>\n
I looked at Rebecca.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need records from Samuel\u2019s death.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPolice?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd autopsy.\u201d<\/p>\n
If they existed.<\/p>\n
Walter gave us the county and approximate date.<\/p>\n
Rebecca began making notes.<\/p>\n
Then Russell noticed something on the cassette label.<\/p>\n
\u201cMary.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked.<\/p>\n
8\/79 \u2014 GARAGE.<\/p>\n
Below it, in almost invisible pencil, were four characters.<\/p>\n
M.T. 2.<\/p>\n
Margaret Tate.<\/p>\n
Tape two?<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is tape one?\u201d Russell asked.<\/p>\n
Caleb.<\/p>\n
I called.<\/p>\n
He answered with irritation.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe cassette says M.T. 2.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs there another tape?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho does?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father gave it to Margaret.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c1980.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLeverage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgainst her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was on it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never heard it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid your mother keep it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell took the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere would she have hidden something?\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb recognized his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had a box.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat box?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWooden. Small. Flowers carved into the lid.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell went completely still.<\/p>\n
I knew before he said anything.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He ended the call.<\/p>\n
We drove to Russell\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
It was the first time I had been there.<\/p>\n
A modest bungalow outside town.<\/p>\n
Clean.<\/p>\n
Sparse.<\/p>\n
Too few photographs.<\/p>\n
A man accustomed to living with himself rather than displaying a life to visitors.<\/p>\n
He went directly to a bedroom closet.<\/p>\n
From the top shelf he brought down a wooden box.<\/p>\n
Flowers carved into the lid.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother gave this to me before she died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c2009.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo keep it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s all?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said someday I might understand why.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Another inheritance made of deferred truth.<\/p>\n
Russell opened the box.<\/p>\n
Inside were photographs, a rosary, several birthday cards, and a blue ribbon from a county fair.<\/p>\n
No cassette.<\/p>\n
He removed the tray.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Then I saw scratches on the bottom.<\/p>\n
\u201cTurn it over.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did.<\/p>\n
Four tiny screws secured a wooden plate.<\/p>\n
Russell fetched a screwdriver.<\/p>\n
Beneath the false bottom lay a cassette.<\/p>\n
M.T. 1.<\/p>\n
His hands trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want me to play it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
We carried it to the kitchen.<\/p>\n
The recording began with Margaret\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m doing what you asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then Mercer.<\/p>\n
\u201cSay your name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret Tate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me what happened at Walter\u2019s garage.\u201d<\/p>\n
A long pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cI went there with Evelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
My mother and his.<\/p>\n
Together.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe needed money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCaleb.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer sounded almost amused.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy son.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you steal?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCash. Checks. Jewelry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho came in?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe saw us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe grabbed Evelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret began crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cI had the gun.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell\u2019s breath caught.<\/p>\n
Mercer said, \u201cWhose gun?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou brought Robert Turner\u2019s revolver?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Evelyn was afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened when Samuel grabbed her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI raised it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd fired?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
A long pause.<\/p>\n
Mercer said, \u201cMargaret.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho fired?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret whispered, \u201cEvelyn took it from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
Russell looked at me.<\/p>\n
On tape, Mercer asked:<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn shot Samuel Bellamy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret\u2019s crying grew louder.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought she did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe gun went off.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she pull the trigger?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were standing there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt happened too fast.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas Samuel hit?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe fell.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDead?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe ran.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou left him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho moved the body?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow can you be sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was home when we got back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Evelyn tell him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he decided to take the blame.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The story suddenly aligned.<\/p>\n
My father confessed because my mother and Margaret were involved.<\/p>\n
But one question remained.<\/p>\n
If both women fled and Robert stayed home, who moved Samuel?<\/p>\n
Mercer asked it too.<\/p>\n
Margaret whispered:<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Evelyn and I left, somebody was in the alley.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t see his face.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCar?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMan or woman?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVoice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret paused.<\/p>\n
Then repeated the words.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeave him. I\u2019ll handle it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The tape went silent for several seconds.<\/p>\n
Mercer\u2019s next question came softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know the voice?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid Harlan.\u201d<\/p>\n
The corrupt federal agent.<\/p>\n
The man Mercer would later compromise.<\/p>\n
The man involved with Riverglass.<\/p>\n
He had been at Walter\u2019s garage in 1979.<\/p>\n
Before Walter claimed to have known him.<\/p>\n
Russell stopped the tape.<\/p>\n
\u201cHarlan moved Samuel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo control what happened next.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of the false confession.<\/p>\n
The moved body.<\/p>\n
The FBI source who later betrayed Riverglass.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if Harlan was never corrupted by Mercer?\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if he was already working with him?\u201d<\/p>\n
The tape had just proved Harlan was present at a burglary tied to Mercer years before Riverglass.<\/p>\n
Russell stared at the machine.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen the FBI didn\u2019t have a mole.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey built their operation around one.\u201d<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Not Caleb.<\/p>\n
Walter.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
His first words were:<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t trust Caleb\u2019s tape.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Russell.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I just found Samuel Bellamy\u2019s original autopsy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter sounded frightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn\u2019t killed by a gunshot.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everything inside me stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat killed him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBlunt-force trauma.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHours after the burglary.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Mother didn\u2019t kill him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret didn\u2019t either.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot with the gun.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who did?\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter\u2019s breathing became audible.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe autopsy says Samuel had river silt in his lungs.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood before he finished.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was alive when someone put him in the water.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The man had survived the gunshot or perhaps had never been hit at all.<\/p>\n
Someone moved him from the garage.<\/p>\n
Someone kept him alive for hours.<\/p>\n
And then someone drowned him.<\/p>\n
David Harlan had said he would handle it.<\/p>\n
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