“Okay,” she lies. She was a coward. She was selfish. “You don’t sound okay,” Benton says to her. “What happened to Johnny isn’t your fault.” “I ran away from it. I didn’t do a damn thing.” “Why don’t you spend some time with us. Kay’s going to be up here for a week. We’d love to see you. You and I will find some private time to talk,” Benton the psychologist says. “I don’t want to see her. Somehow make her understand.” “Lucy, you can’t keep doing this to her.” “I’m not trying to hurt anyone,” she says, thinking of Stevie again. “Then tell her the truth. It’s that simple.” “You called me.” She abruptly changes the subject. “I need you to do something for me as soon as possible,” he replies. “I’m on a secured phone.” “Unless there’s anyone around here with an intercept system, I am too. Go ahead.” He tells her about a murder that supposedly occurred at some sort of Christmas shop, supposedly in the Las Olas area about two and a half years ago.
