line.
âMax Wylie here. What can I do for you, sir?â
âMelâcall me Mel . . . ,â he added nervously.
âOkay . . . Mel. Listen, Iâm at the office, so Iâm afraid my time is limited. . . .â
Mel hesitated, trying to sort out just how, exactly, he could get to the point. After all, it hadnât even been a year yet. For half a second, the unspeakable horror of Janice Wylieâs murder flashed through his head. He shuddered at the thought of her last moments alive; and worse, he considered the sight Max Wylie mustâve glimpsed upon entering that bedroom. Mel stared at the ceiling, quickly ruminating over various ways to approach the subject.
Before heâd chosen his words, Mr. Wylie spoke. âIâm sorryâMr. . . . what was your name again?â
âMel . . . Mel Glass. I work for the district attorneyâs office. You see, Iâve been chatting with Detective John Justy about the case and have some questions, just for purposes of clarification.â
â âClarification,â â Max Wylie continued flatly, âI thought you gentlemen made your arrest. I was under the impression my part in all of this was over.â
âWellââ Mel tried.
âSay, I like the use of the word âclarificationâ because I think this case needs some.â
Mel tilted his head, pressing the receiver against his ear. âWhat do you mean, sir?â
âExactly what I said. For starters, Iâm following everything thatâs written in the press. And while I understand that the police and DAs arenât responsible for everything written in the papers, some people in law enforcement are leaking things to the media. According to news reports, the police are speculating that the killer or killers may have placed a blue blanket on the girls with the speculative notion, according to the stories, that these monsters or monster may have thought about carrying the girls down the service stairway.â
âYes,â Mel agreed, âIâve read that thatâs a possibility.â
âWell, thatâs my point, Mr. Glass, about âclarification.â â
Mel scratched the back of his head. âIâm afraid Iâm just not following you, sir.â
Mel could hear Max Wylie heaving a great, angry sigh on the other end.
âWhat I mean to tell you, Mr. Glass, is that I, Max Wylie, placed the blue blanket on my daughter and Emily, and the reason I did this was because I didnât know police procedure, and, Lord knows, I didnât want my wife or Kate Olsen to see the god-awful, frightful condition they were in. You have reviewed the crime scene photos, have you not?â
Mel held the phone in his left hand with his elbow resting on the top of his desk. He leaned forward. He was stunned. In a case of this magnitude, how could any type of speculation that appeared to be legitimate go on uncorrected? It was simply beyond his comprehension, and he was sure Max Wylie was mistaken. And yet, how could he be? How could a father forget a moment as horrible as that one? Mel stood up and began pacing his office, dragging the base of the phone in his other hand.
âMr. Wylie, forgive me, but youâre saying that you placed the blue blanket on your daughter? Thatâs correct, is it?â
Mr. Wylieâs voice rose. âAre you people incapable of getting anything right? Yes, thatâs exactly what Iâm saying. I placed the blue blanket on my dead daughter!â
Mel ran his index finger over his lips and set the base of the phone back down on his desktop. âMy apologies, sir. I just needed to confirm your statement, thatâs all.â
Mel took this investigative blunder seriously, but what he was about to hear next was a complete game changer. There was no mistaking the anger percolating in Max Wylieâs voice. This was a man who was simply broken in half, Mel reasoned. Max was