Page 26 of Fatal Fame
"So she was visiting to check in on him?" McKenzie asked.
Helen looked at her husband again, seeking permission or support for what she was about to reveal. Mr. Dwyer's expression remained neutral, but he nodded again.
"She left behind her underwear," Helen said quietly. "They weren't mine, and Keith wasn't seeing anyone at the time, so they had to be hers."
McKenzie opened his mouth, probably to make some inappropriate comment, but Noah's elbow caught him in the ribs before he could speak. "What I think my colleague was about to say was," Noah said, shooting McKenzie a warning glare, "perhaps Keith had other interests that might explain the presence of women's clothing?”
“He wasn’t a cross dresser. Not our boy," Mr. Dwyer said firmly. "I wish it was that simple."
Noah noted the emphasis and filed it away for later consideration. "Did Keith have any other complications in his life recently? Debt problems? Untreated depression? Relationship issues?"
"Only after Jacob died," Helen said.”
"Jacob?"
"Jacob Hale. Keith used to babysit for him when Jacob was younger. That's part of how he knew Rebecca so well. When Jacob was murdered..." She paused, gathering herself. "That affected Keith badly for about a year. But he eventually got back to normal."
Mr. Dwyer's chuckle held no humor. "Normal. Right."
Noah caught the skepticism in the father's voice and decided to press. He pulled out a manila folder and extracted a police report that he'd reviewed that morning. "We looked into Keith's past as part of our investigation. There's a report on file from seven months before the Hale murders. Keith was arrested outside High Peaks High School. Rebecca called the police, said he'd shown up wanting to speak with her during her lunch break and wouldn't leave when asked."
"He never told us about that," Helen said, but her husband was already shaking his head.
"Because there was nothing to tell," Mr. Dwyer said with the defensive anger of a parent protecting his child's reputation. "Rebecca would have had you believe it was harassment, but it was the other way around. She wouldn't stop showing up at our home, calling at all hours, showing up at Keith's work sites. It was getting out of hand. Keith went to speak to her that day to tell her to stop."
Noah found that version more consistent with what Keith had told Landry, and it aligned with the pattern of behavior thatHelen had described witnessing. "When was the last time you spoke with Keith?"
"The night he died," Helen said, her voice breaking slightly. "He came by here around nine o'clock. He was... unhinged, you might say. Agitated about his conversation with that podcaster. Said it brought up things he didn't want to think about, memories he'd tried to put behind him."
"What kind of memories?"
"He wouldn't say specifically. Just kept talking about how some secrets were supposed to stay buried, how digging up the past never helped anyone." Helen's hands twisted in her lap. "I told him to go home and get some rest, try to put it out of his mind. Now I wish I'd made him stay here that night."
"Do you know of anyone who might have wanted to harm Keith? Anyone who might have threatened him or made him feel unsafe?"
Both parents shook their heads with the synchronized certainty of people who'd discussed this question extensively. "Keith had his problems," Mr. Dwyer said, "but he wasn't the kind of person who made enemies. He kept to himself, did his work, minded his own business."
"He was a good son," Helen added. "He had a bright future ahead of him. That's what makes this so difficult to understand."
McKenzie leaned forward slightly. "Mrs. Dwyer, did Keith ever mention feeling pressure from anyone to keep quiet about what he knew regarding the Hale murders?"
"Not directly. But after that podcaster interviewed him, he kept saying things like 'some people won't appreciate this' and 'there are folks in town who want the past to stay buried.' Like he was worried about consequences. He was scared. Genuinely, scared."
Noah made careful notes, building a picture of Keith's final hours that suggested fear rather than despair. The young manhad been agitated about his interview with Pierce, worried about unspecified consequences, and concerned about people who might not appreciate his cooperation with the investigation.
"One final question," Noah said. "Did Keith leave anything behind? Letters, recordings, anything that might give us more?”
"Just what was in his suicide note," Helen said. "Though there was one thing. He'd been cleaning out his room the past few weeks, throwing away old papers and belongings. Said he wanted to 'get his house in order.' At the time, I thought he was just trying to be more organized."
The phrase "getting his house in order" sent a chill down Noah. In his experience, people who were preparing to die often engaged in that kind of behavior—not because they'd decided to commit suicide, but because they feared someone else might kill them and wanted to protect their families from embarrassing discoveries.
As they prepared to leave, Noah handed Helen his business card. "If you think of anything else, anything at all that might help us understand what happened to Keith, please call me immediately."
"Detective," she said as they reached the door, "do you really think Keith killed himself?"
Noah considered the question carefully, weighing his professional obligation to avoid speculation against his human duty to provide some measure of truth to grieving parents. "I think Keith was scared of something in the days before he died. Whether that fear led him to take his own life or whether someone else took advantage of that fear... that's what we're trying to determine."
As they walked back to their vehicle, McKenzie was unusually quiet. Finally, as they reached the car, he spoke. "Laddie, that family was holding something back."
