Page 45 of Every Which Way

“Perhaps you should, as that would be the decent thing. But we’re not here to debate where your life went wrong. Or how you wound up in this situation. You’re an individual. You want to change your life? Do it. It’s your choice.”

Sally sniffed again. “You people always say that.”

“Once you start to actually believe it, then things will start to change.”

“That’s why we’re in here? So you can pretend to be my therapist or whatever?”

Kenna shook her head. “I try to help anyone I come across. In whatever way I can help them. But from you, I’d like something in return.”

“Figures.”

“I need the truth. What happened to those people?”

“How should I know?”

Kenna leaned forward slightly. “Were you in the motel the night they were taken?” She studied the woman for a few seconds. “Maybe you’re glad it wasn’t you.”

“They wouldn’t take us. They like us.” Given her expression, that didn’t seem like a good thing.

Kenna held herself still. “You’ve met them?”

“Partied with them.” Sally brushed her thumb back and forth on the outside of the paper cup. “Until it got weird, and I told Eric I didn’t like it. We packed up and left. Gave it a few weeks before we came back to the motel.”

Kenna spoke gently. “Who are they?”

“You think we gave each other our real names?”

“But you can ID them.”

“They wore masks.” Sally bit her lip. “Hers slipped off at one point, so I saw her face.”

“Is that typical, hanging out like that when you don’t get to see someone’s face? Would you be able to describe her to a forensic artist?”

Sally shrugged one shoulder.

“You met them at the motel?”

Sally nodded.

“Did you ever go anywhere else with them? Or meet them anywhere else?”

“They wanted us to come to their house, but we said no.”

“What about the car they drove? Can you tell me about that?”

“It was silver.”

Kenna could press her but figured there weren’t many more details about that to be had. “The police here need your help, Sally. They want to find these people before they hurt anyone else, and you have more information than anyone. That makes you an asset to the police. They might not be able to do this without you.”

“How? I don’t know who they are.”

Kenna shrugged. “Sometimes, we know more than we think. Or we don’t want to admit to ourselves what we remember.”

“Thought you were gonna ask me about that British woman.”

Roxanne.“I’d like to know about her, but the police need to find a pair of killers, and that’s more important than me settling a score.”

Sally stared at her.

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