“No,” she said irritably. “It doesn’t make the slightest bit of sense.”
“Good. I’m glad to hear that. If you said it did, I’d be worried about you.”
“But, dammit, something highly unusual is happening here. Something extraordinary. And it seems to me that Sheriff Laurenski must be a part of it. After all, he protected Frye last week, actually lied for him. And now he’s avoiding you because he doesn’t have an acceptable explanation for his actions. Doesn’t that seem like suspicious behavior to you? Doesn’t he seem like a man who is up to his neck in some sort of conspiracy?”
“No,” Tony said. “To me, he just seems like a very badly embarrassed policeman. For an officer of the law, he committed a damned serious error. He covered for a local big shot because he thought the man couldn’t possibly be involved in rape and attempted murder. He couldn’t get hold of Frye last Wednesday night, but he pretended that he had. He was totally convinced that Frye wasn’t the man we wanted. But he was wrong. And now he’s thoroughly ashamed of himself.”
“Is that what you think?” she asked.
“That’s what everyone at HQ thinks.”
“Well, it’s not what I think.”
“Hilary–”
“I saw Bruno Frye tonight!”
Instead of gradually coming to her senses, as he had hoped she would do, she was getting worse, retreating further into this dark fantasy of walking dead men and strange conspiracies. He decided to get tough with her.
“Hilary, you didn’t see Bruno Frye. He wasn’t here. Not tonight. He’s dead. Dead and buried. This was another man who came after you tonight. You’re in mild shock. You’re confused. That’s perfectly understandable. However–”
She pulled her hand out of his and stepped back from him.
“I am not confused. Frye was here. And he said he’d be back.”
“Just a minute ago. you admitted your story doesn’t make any sense at all. Didn’t you?”
Reluctantly, she said, “Yes. That’s what I said. It doesn’t make sense. But it happened!”
“Believe me, I’ve seen how a sudden shock can affect people,” Tony said. “It distorts perceptions and memories and–”
“Are you going to help me or not?” she asked.
“Of course I’m going to help you.”
“How? What will we do?”
“For starters, we’ll report the break-in and the assault.”
“Isn’t that going to be terribly awkward’?” she asked sourly. “When I tell them that a dead man tried to kill me, don’t you suppose they’ll decide to commit me for a few days, until they can complete a psychiatric evaluation? You know me a hell of a lot better than anyone else, and even you think I’m crazy.”
“I don’t think you’re crazy,” he said, dismayed by her tone of voice. “I think you’re distraught.”
“Damn.”
“It’s understandable.”
“Damn.”
“Hilary, listen to me. When the responding officers get here, you won’t say a word to them about Frye. You’ll calm down, get a grip on yourself–”
“I’ve got a grip on myself!”
“–and you’ll try to recall exactly what the assailant looked like. If you settle your nerves, if you give yourself half a chance, I’m sure you’ll be surprised by what you’ll remember. When you’re calm, collected, more rational about this, you’ll realize that he wasn’t Bruno Frye.”
“He was.”
“He might have resembled Frye, but–”
“You’re acting just like Frank Howard did the other night,” she said angrily.
Tony was patient. “The other night, at least, you were accusing a man who was alive.”
“You’re just like everyone else I’ve ever trusted,” she said, her voice cracking.
“I want to help you.”
“Bullshit.”
“Hilary, don’t turn away from me.”
“You’re the one who turned away first.”
“I care about you.”
“Then show it!”
“I’m here, aren’t I? What more proof do you need?”
“Believe me,” she said. “That’s the best proof.”
He saw that she was profoundly insecure, and he supposed she was that way because she had had very bad experiences with people she had loved and trusted. Indeed, she must have been brutally betrayed and hurt, for no ordinary disappointment would have made her as sensitive as she was now. Still suffering from those old emotional wounds, she now demanded fanatical trust and loyalty. The moment he showed doubts about her story, she began to withdraw from him, even though he wasn’t impugning her veracity. But, dammit, he knew it wasn’t healthy to play along with her delusion; the best thing he could do for her was gently coax her back to reality.