Out of Time (Nine Minutes #2) (27 page)

Chapter Forty-Six

2000

Tommy watched Ginny
as she absorbed all he had told her. At least what he knew. He didn’t know everything, but he knew enough.

“So you didn’t tell me everything Sunday,” she said as she looked at her lap.

“No, honey. I didn’t get a chance to. You got so mad.”

“I mean, when you said Grizz told Delia he was going to take me, I could believe it. You know, that was Grizz. He never asked. He just did what he wanted. But the other stuff.” She looked over at him then, her voice very small. “Delia and Vince knew Johnny Tillman would be coming to the house that night? They knew and stayed away on purpose? Why?” Her eyes began to brim with tears.

He took a big breath. He’d promised her he would tell her everything. This was really going to hurt.

“It was connected to that police report, Gin. Do you remember about two months before Johnny Tillman came around? When the police were at your house?”

“Yes, I called them. I called them because of Donny Marcus, that little boy I babysat for. Delia told me to mind my own business, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t stand knowing what his father was doing to him and then how he was putting on this face for the public. ‘Steven Marcus. The trustworthy and honest face of the city,’” she said in a mocking tone. “He was the lowest form of a human being.”

Ginny remembered thinking Mr. Marcus was the perfect husband and father, a true gentleman. He’d always insisted on picking her up and driving her home, even though she’d offered to ride her bike. The Marcuses seemed like a nice family and always paid her well for taking care of their son. Donny was always in his pajamas when Ginny would arrive. She would play with him and read to him. They would make a special dessert together, and after he brushed his teeth, she would tuck him into bed with a kiss on the forehead. She even taught him to say a goodnight prayer. She loved babysitting for him. Donny was part of a family that was the epitome of her dream. She cherished doling out the love and attention she had never received as a child. She wondered more than once if she would be a good mother one day.

She knew something was wrong the night Donny spilled some of his hot chocolate on his pajamas and wouldn’t let Ginny change him. He’d started squirming and saying he could sleep in his chocolate-stained PJs and that his mommy would change them when she got home.

It was then Ginny realized she’d never been asked to bathe him or get him ready for bed. He was always in his long-sleeved pajamas when she arrived, regardless of the time. Was he hiding something?

She shouldn’t have done it. She should’ve minded her own business, but her suspicions nagged at her. She knew he was a heavy sleeper since his mother insisted he wear a diaper to bed because he would never wake up, even after wetting himself. So after Donny fell asleep that night , she carefully unbuttoned the front of his pajama shirt. She cringed when she saw the bruises. Some fresh, some older. She slowly pulled his arm out of the sleeve as she rolled his tiny body to one side. She gasped and covered her mouth when she saw his back. There were no bruises there. Rather, there were scars. From lashes. Some faded, some still red. This child was being horribly abused.

She changed his shirt, and when she rolled him back and was buttoning it closed, she looked at his face. His eyes were wide open. He’d been watching her.

“Who hurts you?” she whispered.

He didn’t say anything at first, so she repeated the question.

“Daddy,” he answered.

“Does Mommy hurt you, too?”

“No. She doesn’t like when he does it. One time she cried, so Daddy hurt her, too. She doesn’t cry anymore.” After a pause, the child added, “He’ll get mad if I’m not wearing my same pajamas when he comes home.”

She couldn’t stand the thought of subjecting the child to another beating. She quickly rinsed his pajamas out where they had been stained and stood in front of the dryer, tapping her foot against the tile floor waiting for them to dry. She had dressed him in his old pajamas ten minutes before his parents walked through the door.

Ginny shivered at the memory. She shook her head.

“Well,” Tommy said, “Grizz knew about your call to the police. He checked into this Marcus guy. He was a politician. He must have had some serious dirt on your mother or Vince. He must have made some kind of threats. Your mother and stepfather knew Johnny Tillman from Smitty’s. She couldn’t get you to stop pushing, so she convinced Johnny to come to the house to teach you a lesson. Guess she figured you’d forget about Marcus if you had your own trauma to deal with. You know how you were back then, Gin. Knowing you, you weren’t going to let it drop.”

“I didn’t let it drop.” Her eyes flashed. “I was causing as much trouble as I could. I talked to Donny’s teacher. I told the principal at his school. I talked to his neighbors. Nobody would do anything. I kept calling the police to see if anybody checked out my report. Nobody did
anything
, Tommy. Nobody cared!” She looked over at him then. “I even threatened to go to the newspaper.”

She sat back in her chair and sighed. “I was going to go to the newspaper and Delia was super mad at me. Told me she was going to kick me out if I stirred up trouble. I never got the chance.” She buried her head in her hands, remembering it all now. “Johnny Tillman showed up a day or so later and tried to rape me.”

Tommy watched her, his heart aching. “Grizz already knew about your call to the police and that Marcus was abusing his kid. I don’t think he knew at that time that Marcus threatened Delia to get you to shut up, and that Delia somehow convinced Tillman to show up at your house. I think she may have promised him some weed. Anyway, Tillman told Grizz everything.”

“Delia and Vince didn’t just know about it? They actually
sent
him to do that to me?” she asked, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“I don’t know how much your stepfather was involved or knew. And I don’t know what Marcus had on your mother, but it had to be more than a stupid home-grown pot business.”

“I remember the night Vince and Delia showed up after Johnny attacked me. I remember Delia’s reluctance to call the police. At first, I thought it was because she didn’t want them to snoop around and find her pot. I remember Vince being drunk, but he also pushed Delia to call the cops. I swear she wouldn’t have if Vince didn’t insist. He’s also the one who identified Tillman. Delia was tightlipped.” She pinched her brow. “Now I know why. If they found Tillman, he would’ve probably told them she’s the one that sent him.”

Ginny didn’t say anything for a long time. She just kept staring at her lap. “And Mr. Marcus?” she asked finally. “What did Grizz do to him? I know their family moved away after the Johnny Tillman thing. Did Grizz have him killed or tortured or something? He had to have done something.”

Tommy wouldn’t look at her. This was one of those things that, even though she’d asked, he knew she wouldn’t want details about. “Let’s just say Grizz didn’t kill him. But I can tell you with certainty that Marcus never hurt his son again. You don’t need to know why or how I know that. Trust me on this. Okay, Ginny?”

She gritted her teeth, nodding. “Did Grizz ever find out what it was that Mr. Marcus had on Delia? What was such a big deal that she would set up my rape?”

“If Grizz did know, Gin, he took it to the grave with him.”

The conversation was interrupted when they heard a vehicle pulling into the driveway in the front of the house. Ginny went inside and Tommy followed her. They watched as two men approached the front door. Ginny recognized the vehicle.

“What are they doing here?” Tommy asked.

“They’re here for Carter’s alligator. They were supposed to come yesterday but never made it,” she answered him over her shoulder as she approached the front door.

“What alligator?”

“The one in the master bathtub.” She opened the front door. “Right this way, gentlemen,” she said, as she stepped aside and gestured toward the master bedroom. “Right through there. You’ll find him in the tub.”

“Gin,” Tommy said. “I used Carter’s bathroom while you were taking a shower this morning. I think I would have noticed an alligator in the tub.”

“What?” She almost choked. “He’s not in the tub? He was there before that! I fed him first thing before I got my shower while you were making coffee.”

The two men had made their way through the master bedroom and into the bathroom. They were coming out now, shaking their heads.

“There ain’t no gator in the tub, ma’am,” the taller one said.

It didn’t take too long for the four of them to find the alligator. Richard Pepperbloom had made himself comfortable underneath the hutch in the dining room. Ginny was relieved he hadn’t gone after her or Tommy, or escaped into the yard. He probably would have eaten one of Carter’s animals.

“Good luck, Richard Pepperbloom,” she said as she waved to the two men who left in the unmarked truck. The alligator was actually being relocated to a reptile farm that was privately owned by a couple who cared for them as pets. Ginny didn’t know if this was legal or not, and she didn’t ask.

“How did Carter end up with an alligator, and where did she come up with that name?” Tommy asked as he followed her back outside and on to the deck.

“You know Carter and her nutty animal names.” Ginny shrugged and grinned.

Carter was a collector of both animals and names. She loved giving her animals real people names. There had even been a snooty ostrich that lived at Carter’s for a while. Ginny smiled when she remembered telling Carter about her first fake driver’s license and how Carter thought Priscilla Celery would be a perfect name for the prissy ostrich.

“Carter told me some lady who lives in Fort Lauderdale found Richard on her back porch. He had broken through the screened room and was under her patio table. Seems he made his way from the Everglades into the intracoastal and then up her canal. How he made it up a seawall is anybody’s guess.” Ginny took a long sip of her iced tea and settled herself in the Adirondack chair.

“So, Grizz was your father,” she said, almost conversationally. “Did you always know?”

Tommy had been drinking his water and paused, setting the glass down on the table between their chairs. He’d been answering her questions as best he could, even though she was jumping around a little bit. This one caught him off guard.

“No, I didn’t always know,” he answered honestly.

“How did you find out?” she asked, looking over at him. She took another sip of her tea. She wasn’t really tasting it. It was warm now. It had been sitting on the back deck during the alligator incident. She just wanted something to do, something to occupy her hands. Something to keep her from going off the deep end.

“I suspected it during the trial,” he answered, gazing out over the yard. Before she could ask him, he quickly added, “I’d always thought Grizz might’ve been my older brother, not Blue. But I never guessed he was my father. Never, Ginny.”

He looked over at her then.

“Tell me,” was all she said.

Chapter Forty-Seven

1987

Tommy sat in
the back of the courtroom and watched the proceedings. Grizz had given him one job. He was adamant about it. Tommy had agreed, and so there was never a problem. It was absolutely imperative that Ginny be kept away from the courtroom. He didn’t want her there for any reason.

He and Grizz had been discussing it earlier while on a break. They were alone in one of the conference rooms. It had no windows and no doors. A police officer was stationed right outside as they talked.

“She asks me about the trial every day, Grizz,” he told him. “I have to tell her some things.”

“That’s fine. Tell her some things. But I don’t need to tell you what things I don’t want her to know about.”

“Of course I know that. And I’m doing my best. It’s not easy, though. She’s tried more than once to find someone to take care of Mimi so she can be here. I’ve pleaded with every friend we have to not make themselves available to babysit. I’ve told them it’s for Ginny’s own good that she isn’t here. They’ve all agreed, and she won’t leave Mimi with a stranger, so it hasn’t been a problem. But she does grill me when I get home.”

He sighed. Truth be told, Ginny seeing the parade of crimes that Grizz was being accused of would’ve only helped Tommy. But he’d given up that course of action years ago.

They hadn’t been intimate, but she was lying next to him every night. At least that was progress. He’d started out sleeping in their guest room. He’d been awakened one night by her screams. She had been having a nightmare, and he went to her and held her all night, promising he would be there to hold and protect her while she slept. That was how he’d started sleeping next to her. He never once made an advance or touched her inappropriately. He would wait. Technically he was sleeping with her. But that was all he was doing.

“So how is it going with her?” Grizz asked finally. “Are you sleeping with her?”

Tommy sat upright at the question. This wasn’t an easy subject for Grizz. Tommy could see the vein pulsing in his forehead.

“You know I’m not sleeping with her and you know why.” Grizz didn’t say anything, and Tommy continued, “She’s in love with you. She thinks you’re going to get life and maybe get out on a technicality. She’s waiting for you. She’ll never move on unless you tell her to.”

“I told her to fucking marry someone else,” Grizz growled.

“Yes, you convinced her to marry me so she wouldn’t be alone. So that Mimi would have a father. You convinced her that I love her. That’s good, because I do. But she doesn’t love me.”

“I just want her taken care of until I get this figured out.”

This got Tommy’s attention. He sat up straighter in his chair. “Figure what out? Are you going to beat this rap?”

“No. I don’t think I can beat it, but I can still come up with something.”

“So will you change your plea? Are you thinking of pleading guilty for life with no parole?” Tommy was getting confused and wasn’t sure if he understood Grizz’s motives.

“Doesn’t matter what I’m doing. You don’t need to know. You need to do what you told me you would do when I first got arrested. You need to take care of her. I’ll figure out the rest.”

Tommy couldn’t fathom what there was to figure out. Grizz had been negotiating with the prosecution for two years. Some people, himself included, were left alone. Others, like Blue and Monster, went to trial.

“Your lead attorney, Carey, told her you’d plead guilty if they would give you the death penalty. Why would he tell her that?” Tommy asked.

“Carey can be a fucking idiot sometimes.”

Tommy didn’t believe that Grizz thought that for a second. He was hiding something. Then it dawned on him. Pride. It was pride. There was no way Grizz would rot in a prison cell for the rest of his life. And escape would be impossible. Grizz was too noticeable. He’d never blend in. And what would he do, take Ginny and the baby on the lam with him?

Maybe Grizz really was doing all this out of love. He saw there was no way out and he wanted her to have a life. Maybe that was the reason behind his insistence that Mimi never know he was her biological father. But still, what was there to figure out? Was he going to pull a rabbit out of a hat at the eleventh hour and get off? Tommy wouldn’t be surprised.

Carey peeked in. “Court’s going back in session.”

Twenty minutes later, they were watching as a witness was being interrogated. He was a relatively new gang member, so low on the totem pole Tommy didn’t even recognize him. William Jackson.

“Then what did you witness the defendant doing?” the prosecuting attorney asked him.

“He was walking her to her car and they were talking.”

“Could you hear what they were saying?”

“Just parts. She was saying something about ‘giving him a message,’ and he was telling her to shut up and not to come back to the motel.”

“Did you know who the ‘him’ was that the woman referred to?”

“No, didn’t hear a name. They said some other stuff, but I couldn’t hear it all.”

“Please, continue, Mr. Jackson.”

“It happened so quick I’m not sure if anyone could’ve stopped it.”

“You’re not on trial, Mr. Jackson. You’re just a witness. What happened?”

“He broke her neck.” The man’s voice was low, but there was no mistaking what he’d said. “Real quick like. And then he picked her up and flung her over his shoulder. Signaled for me and a couple of the other guys to get rid of the car. I saw him throw her in the swamp.”

“So, this woman, who nobody can identify, was murdered in cold blood by the defendant and disposed of in the swamp?”

“Yeah, that’s what happened. He broke her neck and dumped her back behind the motel. And we knew who she was. One of the other guys recognized her.”

This caught the prosecutor off-guard. The other two witnesses had long been deceased. They were old members of the gang; one had died of an overdose and the other in a knife fight. The prosecutor didn’t remember his witness identifying this woman in the pretrial interview, but he could’ve been wrong.

“And who was this woman, Mr. Jackson?”

“Don’t know her real name, but Chops said her name was Candy.”

There was a small cry from the back of the courtroom. Everyone turned around. Tommy almost gasped when his eyes met Ginny’s. He looked quickly over at Grizz, who gave him a look that said, “What the fuck is she doing here and you better get her out of here this instant.”

Tommy jumped up and quickly walked toward Ginny. He took her by the arm and gently guided her out of the back of the courtroom. When they were in the hallway, he asked, “Ginny, what are you doing here? Where’s the baby? Who has Mimi?”

She didn’t answer him right away. She was shaking. He led her to a bench in a small alcove, almost hidden from the main hallway. He gave her a minute to compose herself.

“Mrs. Winkle is back from her cruise early. She has Mimi.”

Mrs. Winkle was an elderly neighbor who loved to watch Mimi—and who was supposed to be on a three-month cruise to the Mediterranean. A cruise Tommy had anonymously arranged for her. For some reason, she was back early. It didn’t matter why. The damage was done.

“How long were you there?” He gripped her hands. “How much did you hear?”

“I just walked in and sat down. I heard that attorney say something about a woman that couldn’t be identified was murdered and thrown into the swamp.”

Tommy started to say something when Ginny interrupted him.

“Then I heard the guy say it was Candy. Blue’s old girlfriend.”

This caught Tommy by surprise. “Candy? Did you know Candy?”

“No,” Ginny replied, looking at her lap. “But I heard her one night. I was in the bedroom. Grizz didn’t know I was there. I had Jo drive me home from the beach. I had a bad headache and was trying to sleep it off. Anyway, Jo drove my car home. Grizz wouldn’t have known that I was there. I woke up to them arguing. I guess she wanted to see Blue to apologize for all the bad stuff that had happened. She didn’t say what it was, just that she was sorry. Grizz didn’t want her to see him. Said that just because she’d cleaned up her act didn’t give her the right to insinuate herself back in his life.”

Tommy frowned. “Grizz said she was Blue’s ex-girlfriend?”

“Not exactly. I assumed it because he’d told me once about her, but didn’t tell me her name. I can’t believe he killed her. Would he really kill her just to keep her from seeing Blue? Oh, Tommy, this is a nightmare. This is just so awful.”

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Just then, one of Carter’s horses whinnied and interrupted the story Tommy had been telling Ginny. It was almost time to start round two of the care that all of Carter’s animals required.

“I remember that day, Tommy. It was the first and last time I was in the courtroom. But I don’t see what it has to do with Grizz being your father.”

Tommy sighed and, without looking at her, said softly, “Candy was my mother.”