Free The Bone House by Brian Freeman Page A

and Glory drove down from Door
County on Tuesday and Wednesday?'
        'Yes,
they took turns and drove straight through,' Tresa answered. 'They got here
around ten o'clock Wednesday morning.'
        'Did
anyone else from Door County come down at the same time?'
        'No.'
        'Did
Glory and Troy bunk with you in your room?'
        'Uh
huh.' She added quickly, as if her mother were already listening, 'Glory and I shared
the bed, and Troy took the couch.'
        Cab
noticed the girl fidgeting. She was hiding things, and she wasn't good at it.
'Tresa, I need to know who your sister was, even if there's stuff that wasn't
so good. Understand?'
        Her
eyes narrowed. 'What do you mean?'
        'I
mean, teenagers do things that their parents don't always know about. I don't
care about that. I just need to know if Glory was involved in anything that
might have gotten her into trouble. See?' 'Yeah, I get it.'
        'So
it doesn't matter to me who slept in what bed, but I would like to know if
Glory and Troy were having sex while they were here.'
        Tresa
hesitated. 'What difference does that make?'
        'Maybe
none at all,' Cab admitted, 'but I need to get the whole picture.'
        'OK,
yes.'
        'You
know that for a fact?'
        'Yeah,
I came back from practice once, and they were in bed together.' Her tone was
pinched and unhappy.
        'You
sound like you didn't approve,' Cab said.
        'It
wasn't any of my business.'
        'Did
you not like the idea of your little sister having sex, or did you not like the
idea of her having sex with Troy?'
        Tresa
shrugged. Her grief couldn't overcome years of sibling rivalry. 'Glory's been
having sex since she was thirteen.'
        'With
Troy?'
        'No,
Troy's just the latest.'
        'What
about drugs?' Cab asked.
        'Yeah,
Glory liked to do grass. That was her, not me. I'm not into it;
        'OK.
How about this week? Did Glory use any drugs while she was here?'
        Tresa
nodded. 'She and Troy scored some on the way down. I told her not to use it in
the room, because I didn't want to get in trouble. But I smelled it. I told
Troy to get rid of it, but I don't know if he did.'
        'You
don't like him, do you?'
        'Who,
Troy? He's OK, just dumb. He's a stupid puppy dog, and Glory liked to yank his
chain.'
        'Was
it serious between them?'
        'He
thought it was, but I don't think she did.'
        'Did
you see Glory with anyone else while she was at the hotel? Did she hook up with
any other boys?'
        'Not
while I was around, but I wouldn't put it past her either.' Tresa lowered her
eyes and looked guilty. 'I shouldn't talk like that. I'm sorry. You must think
I'm a shitty sister.'
        'No,
I don't. I asked you to be honest with me.'
        Tresa
nodded. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand.
        'Would
Troy get jealous if he saw Glory flirting with someone else?' Cab went on.
        'You
mean, would he hurt her? I don't think so. Troy's a big kid, but he's a wuss.
Everybody treats him like dirt.'
        Cab
thought that was an interesting comment. In his experience, when you poked the
bear long enough, eventually it poked back. 'When you woke up early this
morning and Glory wasn't in bed, was Troy in the room?'
        'Yeah,
he was zonked out on the couch, snoring away.'
        'Was
he there all night?'
        'As
far as I know.'
        'Could
he have left and come back without waking you up?'
        'I
don't know. I guess. I don't think he did, but I can't be sure.'
        'Let's
start at Saturday night and move backward, OK? I know we've covered some of
this before, but bear with me. Was Glory in your room when you went to sleep?'
        Tresa
sighed. 'No. Last time I saw her on Saturday, she was swimming in the hotel
pool. That was around nine o'clock. I went back to the room to read. Troy came
back about half an hour later by himself, because