God, I would love to annoy a fucking psycho like her.
Which would be easy, apparently. Richard went on to explain how Wilson passed every mental health assessment she underwent, and even the court’s experts agreed she was competent, almost frighteningly so.
I could hear Wyatt speaking in the background of my thoughts, but my attention was caught on several lines.
Client becomes angry when asked why she was at the festival.
Client becomes enraged when asked who she was with.
Client refuses to speak about personal relationships.
Client laughs when asked if the leader of the Pilgrims put her up to the attack.
“What?” I muttered, re-reading the notes over again. She was associated with the Pilgrims, that was well known, but…
“Rafe?” Wyatt’s voice filtered back in.
“Holy shit,” I cried suddenly.
Client refuses to speak about personal relationships.
Client laughs when asked if the leader of the Pilgrims put her up to the attack.
“What?” Wyatt asked, sitting up straighter. “I’ve read the whole thing, what are you–”
“What if the massacre was…” I trailed off, reading so quickly I couldn’t speak at the same time.
Wyatt only stared at me in that way that meant he thought I was losing it.
I stood, re-reading the entire page over.
Client becomes agitated when discussing past relationships.
Client becomes aggressive when discussing the victims.
Client does not get along with Tina or Patty. Swapped in Tim, issue resolved.
“Oh, my God.” I said, pacing back and forth. “What if…Wyatt. You saw her with the Crusader. You’re absolutely fucking sure?”
“Yes,” Wyatt snapped. “It was the man you showed me from the gala. The one who wanted to collect you.”
“Ohhhhhhhhh. My.God.”
I tossed the journal down onto the couch before sinking to my knees, resting my elbows on the sitting cushion.
“Wyatt,” I breathed. “I’m about to say the craziest fucking thing I’ve ever said.”
“Hard to believe,” Wyatt commented. “Shoot.”
“What if the massacre was a…lover’s quarrel?”
Wyatt blinked at me. “You’re losing it.”
“No,” I hissed. “Think about it. The Pilgrims were at the massacre looking for someone, that’s what Shafer told us. Regina wasn’t supposed to cause a lightning strike.”
“But she also wasn’t there with the Pilgrims…” Wyatt said.
“No, but she was with the Crusader just now in the islands. Why wouldn’t she have been then, too? What if…they weretogether?” I said.
