to rise to greet her.
Riley and April sat down near the couple. Eunice had her daughter’s freckled complexion and brightly colored hair. Lester’s complexion was darker, and his face was long and thin.
“I’m very sorry for your loss,” Riley said.
The couple thanked her. Lester managed to force a small smile.
“We’ve never met, but I know Ryan slightly,” he said. “How’s he doing these days?”
Tiffany reached from her own chair to tap her father on the arm. She silently mouthed, “They’re divorced, Dad.”
Lester’s face reddened a little.
“Oh, I’m very sorry,” he said.
Riley felt herself blush.
“Please don’t be,” she said. “Like people say these days—‘it’s complicated.’”
Lester nodded, still smiling weakly.
They all said nothing for a few moments as a low buzz of activity continued around them.
Then Tiffany said, “Mom, Dad—April’s mother is an FBI agent.”
Lester and Eunice gaped, not knowing what to say. Embarrassed again, Riley didn’t know what to say either. She knew that April had called Tiffany yesterday to say that they were coming over. Apparently, Tiffany hadn’t told her parents what Riley did for a living until just now.
Tiffany looked back and forth at her parents, then said, “I thought maybe she could help us find out … what really happened.”
Lester gasped, and Eunice sighed bitterly.
“Tiffany, we’ve talked about this,” Eunice said. “We know what happened. The police are sure. We’ve got no reason to think otherwise.”
Lester stood unsteadily.
“I can’t deal with this,” he said. “I just … can’t.”
He turned and wandered into the dining room. Riley could see that the two couples there hurried to comfort him.
“Tiffany, you should be ashamed of yourself,” Eunice said.
The girl’s eyes were brimming with tears.
“But I just want to know the truth, Mom. Lois didn’t kill herself. She couldn’t have done that. I know it.”
Eunice looked at Riley.
“I’m sorry you got caught in the middle of this,” she said. “Tiffany’s having trouble accepting the truth.”
“It’s you and Dad who can’t deal with the truth,” Tiffany said.
“Hush,” her mother said.
Eunice handed her daughter a handkerchief.
“Tiffany, there were things you didn’t know about Lois,” she said slowly and cautiously. “She was more unhappy than she probably told you. She loved college, but it wasn’t easy for her. Keeping her grades up for her scholarships was a lot of pressure, and it was also hard for her to be away from home. She was starting to take antidepressants and was getting counseling at Byars. Your father and I thought she was getting along better, but we were wrong.”
Tiffany was trying to bring her sobs under control, but she still seemed very angry.
“That school is an awful place,” she said. “I’d never go there.”
“It’s not awful,” Eunice said. “It’s a very good school. It’s demanding, that’s all.”
“I’ll bet those other girls didn’t think it was such a good school,” Tiffany said.
April had been listening to her friend with great concern.
“What other girls?” she asked.
“Deanna and Cory,” Tiffany said. “They died too.”
Eunice shook her head sadly and said to Riley, “Two other girls committed suicide at Byars last semester. It’s been a terrible year there.”
Tiffany stared at her mother.
“They weren’t suicides,” she said. “Lois didn’t think so. She thought something was wrong at that place. She didn’t know what it was, but she told me it was something really bad.”
“Tiffany, they were suicides,” Eunice said wearily. “Everybody says so. Things like this happen.”
Tiffany stood up, shaking with rage and frustration.
“Lois’s death didn’t ‘just happen,’” she said.
Eunice said, “When you get older, you’ll understand that life can be harder than you realize. Now sit back down, please.”
Tiffany sat down in sullen silence. Eunice gazed off into space. Riley felt terribly uncomfortable.
“We really didn’t come here to disturb you in any way,” Riley told Eunice. “I apologize for the intrusion. Maybe it’s best if we leave.”
Eunice silently nodded. Riley and April showed themselves out.
“We should have stayed,” April said sullenly as soon as they were outside. “We should have asked more questions.”
“No, we were just upsetting them,” Riley said. “It was a terrible mistake.”
Suddenly, April trotted away from her.
“Where are you going?” Riley asked with alarm.
April headed straight for the side door to the garage. There was a strip of police tape across the doorframe.
“April, stay away from there!” Riley said.
April ignored both the tape and her mother and turned the doorknob. The door was unlocked and swung open. April ducked under the tape and into the garage. Riley hurried in after her, intending to scold her. Instead, her own curiosity got the best of her, and she peered around the garage.
There weren’t any cars inside, which made the three-car space look eerily cavernous. Dim light shone in through several windows.
April pointed toward a corner.
“Tiffany told me that Lois was found over there,” April said.
Sure enough, the spot was marked by strips of masking tape on the floor.
There were broad roof beams under the roof, and a stepladder leaning against the wall.
“Come on,” Riley said. “We shouldn’t be in here.”
She led her daughter out and pulled the door shut. As she and April walked toward the car, Riley visualized the scene. It was easy to imagine how the girl could have climbed up on that ladder and hanged herself.
Or was that really what happened?
