Page 95 of The Coworker
“Margie,” I gasp. “Why… why are you doing this? I thought we were friends.”
“Friends!” Margie throws back her head and laughs until her jowls shake. “No. We weren’tfriends. I onlytoleratedyou so that I could spend time with my grandson. That’s the only reason I didn’t spit in your face.”
My mouth falls open. “Your…”
“Joshisa very sweet boy,” she muses. “Not as sweet asmyboy, but of course, he was raised byyou, not me. All those years, your witch of a mother wouldn’t even tell us heexisted. Can you believe that?”
I can only shake my head. “I don’t understand. What about your daughters? What about your grandchildren?”
She grits her teeth, her knuckles whitening as she clasps the gun tighter. “I don’t have any daughters. I haveone son, and I have watched him rot in prison for the last ten years. And I have one grandson that I didn’t even know existed until a year ago.”
“You’re Shane’s mother,” I gasp.
“I didn’t expect you to remember me.” She shrugs. “We only met a few times, and it was a long time ago. And it wasn’t like I meant anything to you.”
It’s not just that. Pamela Nelson looks very different from the way she did a decade ago. I remember her as having dark hair and a curvy figure, but the woman I hired to take care of Josh was gray-haired and pleasantly plump. She entirely changed her appearance over the last decade. I didn’t have a chance.
“Mrs. Nelson…” I’ve got to appeal to her. I know she cares about Josh, and he adores her—shewasmuch better with him than my mother ever was. Maybe she doesn’t realize what kind of monster her son is. Of course, she’s holding a gun, so I’m guessing she must understandsomething. “Look, I know you love Shane, but he has done some terrible things. I was wrong about that night eleven years ago. It wasn’t Tim. I mean, it was, but he was working together with Shane. The two of them killed three people that night.”
Mrs. Nelson sneers at me. “Oh please. Is that really what you think?”
“Yes! It’s the truth. Tim and Shane were working together. While Shane was strangling me in the living room, Tim was upstairs, and he… he stabbed my best friend.”
“No,” she says. “He didn’t.”
“You don’t know that!”
“Yes, I do.” She shakes the gun at me. “Because I’m the one who stabbed Chelsea.”
My whole body goes numb.What?
“You really think that goody two shoes Tim Reese would have done that?” She snorts. “He was just our patsy, starting with that girl he dated… Tracy Gifford. That was the plan Shane and I came up with—to let him live so the police would blame it all on him. And if you hadn’t gotten away, it would’ve worked.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. This doesn’t make sense. I know what I saw in Tim’s basement. “What about that woman, Kelli Underwood?”
She licks her chapped lips. “I had to get my son out of jail. I knew you were going over to Tim’s house that weekend, so I got everything ready. I even called in the anonymous tip for the police. And it wassohelpful that the two of you exchanged keys so I could get into his basement.”
I stare at the barrel of the gun. This woman is crazy. She is completely bat shit crazy. How did I never see it? I even called up a reference, and they raved about her. I can’t imagine who I was talking to—the reference was obviously fake.
“It disgusted me to watch you dating that man.” She sneers at me. “Watching him treatingmygrandson like his own child. But I had to encourage you to stay with him. It was the only way to clear Shane’s name. And oh my Lord, you should have seen your face when he gave you that necklace I sold him at the flea market over the summer. I found that necklace on the floor of my house after you ran out, and I thought it might come in handy someday.”
My face burns. I should have known. I always believed Tim Reese was a good man. I should’ve trusted my gut.
“Why would you do it?” My ankle throbs, but I barely feel it. I need to keep her talking, keep her from pulling the trigger while I figure out a way out of this. “Why would you and Shane kill a bunch of innocent teenagers?”
“Killing the other three was unfortunate,” Mrs. Nelson says in a voice that doesn’t sound like she cares much at all. “Youwere the target, my dear. A lesson had to be taught.”
“Me…?”
She brushes a strand of gray hair from her face. “Did you ever wonder why your parents were so adamant that you couldn’t date Shane? You probably just thought it was because he was white trash. They never told you the real reason, did they? Because if they did, you would’ve stayed away from him instead of dating him behind their backs.”
I shake my head wordlessly.
“When Shane was five years old, I fell in love with your father.” Her voice cracks slightly. “We were together for almost a year. He was supposed to leave your mother for me. He told me he would. He was supposed to save us—me and Shane. But then he decided he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t leave your mother and he couldn’t leave you. So he left us instead. You got to live the life that Shane and I should have had.”
“I… I had no idea…”
“Of course you didn’t!” She tightens her grip on the gun. “You were too busy living your charmed life. You had noideawhat your father did to us. And your mother knew all about it, and she wouldn’t give us a red cent. My son had to work all through high school just to help pay the mortgage here.” She pauses. “Those two deserved to die. I would have done it anyway—even if I didn’t have to do it to get you to come back here.”
