“Did he?”

She hesitated, and my heart slid up to my throat. Shit. I wasn’t prepared for this. I had no idea what to do and I was sure that whatever I did would be the wrong thing and it would be so important to do exactly the right thing—

“Would he go to jail if I said he did?” she asked.

“If he did hit you, then yes, that would help.” I noticed her expression was studiously blank and said, slowly, “But if you lie about it, that could make things worse.”

She sighed, shoulders slumping. “He never did. When they started dating, it was good. I mean, Cody didn’t want anything to do with me, but I didn’t care because Mom was happy.” She looked up at me. “Really happy. Like I’d never seen her before. She said she’d finally found the right guy and he was going to be my dad one day. I didn’t want him to be, but if she wanted it ...”

“Then you were okay with that.”

She nodded. “She said she was going to clean up, so she could be a good wife for him. She gave all her dope to Brandi, and she hardly drank at all. She showed me how to paint my nails, and one day we went into Battle Ground and got our hair done at a real beauty parlor—Grandma usually cuts mine—and Mom had the lady do our hair the same way and it was cool.” Her gaze dropped. “It was really cool.”

I waited for her to go on. After a moment, she did.

“Only Cody didn’t want her to clean up. He’d bring her stuff—dope and booze—and if she didn’t take it, he’d hit her. Brandi said that was okay, he liked her just the way she was and she should be happy.”

“Was she?”

“For a while. One day, when she was high, she took me to Cody’s house. His family was away for the weekend. She found the key and took me in, and she said it was going to be our house one day. She had me pick out a bedroom and everything.” She watched ice cream drip down her fingers. “I didn’t like that. Taryn—Cody’s oldest daughter-was in my Girl Scout group before it closed down, and she was nice. That was her house. Her bedroom. I ... I didn’t like it. But it made Mom happy.”

Again I waited, and she went on.

“Then Cody got worse. He brought my mom more drugs, and she was worse than ever, but he wouldn’t let her stop. He started telling her what to wear—sexy clothes and more makeup. Once, he came over after I was in bed, and he brought this friend. I heard Mom saying she didn’t want to do something and I heard him hitting her, and I snuck into the living room to make sure she was okay and she was ... doing stuff. With the friend.”

Oh, shit. “Do you want to talk about that? What you saw?”

“I know what it was.” Her cheeks reddened. “I just ... I never saw it before.”

A girl her age shouldn’t. Especially not when the one demonstrating is her mother.

I asked Kayla how she felt about what she’d seen, which seemed the right thing to do, but she squirmed and blushed, and I decided just to tell Paula, so she could deal with it.

“After a while, when Cody didn’t leave his wife, Brandi told Mom she should at least ask for a better place to live. A good place, so Brandi could move out of her mom’s house and live with us. There were lots of empty apartments around and Brandi figured that Cody could get us a good place super cheap.”

“Did she ask?”

“I think so. I came back from school one day and she was drunk. She said we weren’t moving—not into Cody’s house or anyplace else—and it was all my fault.” Kayla’s voice went monotone, like she was reciting the times table. “She said she wished I’d never been born. She said Grandma was a selfish bitch for not taking me so she could be happy and marry Cody.”

“You know that wouldn’t have made a difference, right? Cody was just looking for an excuse and he blamed you. He wasn’t going to leave his family. If your grandma took you, he’d have found another reason.

“I know.” She got up and walked away, and I thought Shit, I’ve said something wrong, but she only dumped her half-eaten cone in the trash, then came back.

“After that, things got really bad,” she said. “Mom was crying all the time, and she wasn’t taking care of herself, having showers or anything, which only made Cody madder and made him hit her more. Brandi didn’t help at all. She never did. Grandma told Mom not to listen to Brandi—that she only wanted the booze and dope Cody brought—and Mom should leave him. She wouldn’t. Grandma tried getting Mom to talk to Dr. Graham about it, but that only made Mom get mad ...” She looked out across the street. “It was bad.”

“You know your grandma was trying to help, right?”

Kayla nodded. “That’s when she told Mom she’d take me, but Mom said it didn’t matter because I’d still be around. She’d still have a kid.”

If I’d worked up any empathy for Ginny Thompson, it died at that moment. Hearing that your mother wanted you not just out of the house, but out of her life ...

There were some parallels between me and Kayla—never knew our dads, mothers who weren’t exactly PTA material. But whatever my mother’s faults, I’d been the center of her universe.

Even when I’d gone to live with Paige, as overwhelmed as Paige had been, she’d loved and protected me. She’d risked and lost everything to keep me. I could not even begin to fathom Kayla’s experience. I only thanked God she had her own Paige now in Paula.

“Then Mom and Cody broke up.”

That startled me out of my thoughts. According to everything I’d heard, they’d still been dating at the time of Ginny’s death.

“When did that happen?” I asked.

“About a week before she died.”

“But they got back together?”

She shook her head. “Cody hadn’t come over to our place all week and I heard Mom telling Brandi that he wasn’t answering her text messages. Brandi gave Mom all these ideas for getting him back. She said Mom had to get Cody back.”

“Did you tell Chief Bruyn this after the murders?”

“I did, but Cody said I was lying, and Grandma said maybe I misunderstood. But I didn’t. Cody was the liar.”

If Cody had dumped Ginny and she’d desperately wanted him back, she might have threatened his family. Or threatened to expose his underground business. Either was a motive for murder.