“Up in the mountains. He parked the car and went away for a bit. But he promised me he’d be back. And he did. He came back.”
“Without the man?”
Michelle’s breath caught in her throat and then she sobbed, “He took the man away. But I couldn’t look down at the floor. Because he might be there. He might be there looking at me.” She bent over in her anguish.
“Take a rest, Michelle,” Horatio instructed. “Rest for a few moments, it’s all right. None of this can hurt you. The man is not coming back. You can’t see him anymore.”
She straightened up and finally the cries stopped.
Horatio said, “Are you ready to continue?”
Composed, she nodded and said, “And then we drove home to Mom. My daddy drove me home.”
“Was she awake then?”
Michelle nodded. “She was crying. She and Daddy talked. Daddy was mad. Madder than ever. They didn’t think that I could hear, but I could. Then Daddy came and talked to me. He said he and Mom loved me. He said everything that had happened was a bad dream. A nightmare, he said. He told me to forget it. Never to talk about it.” She started crying again. “And I never did. I promise, Daddy, I never did tell anybody. I swear.” She sobbed heavily. “I killed him. I killed that man.”
“Take another rest, Michelle,” Horatio said quickly and she sat back in her chair with the tears dampening her face.
Horatio knew that what was destroying Michelle was keeping this all inside. It was like a wound that had never been cleaned; the infection just built until it became lethal. She’d carried the knowledge of her mother’s adultery and her father’s covering up a death with her all this time. And yet Horatio knew that paled in comparison with the guilt she must feel for killing another human being.
He recalled something she had blurted out when he had been at Babbage Town; that maybe her problem stemmed from her brutally murdering someone when she was six. Horatio had thought she was being a smart-ass, but her subconscious had been talking to him. He’d just been too slow to see it.
Horatio didn’t believe that Michelle saw the face staring at her from the floor of her truck or bedroom. He didn’t believe she saw anything. It was more likely that she sensed something terrible, but didn’t know what. Her reaction had been to cover it up, physically doing what she was also psychologically attempting.
Horatio waited a few more seconds and then said, “Okay, Michelle, can you tell me about the rose hedge?”
“Daddy cut it down one night. I saw him from my window.”
Horatio sat back and recalled that Frank Maxwell had planted that hedge as an anniversary present for his wife. Apparently, the Maxwells had gotten through this nightmare by simply burying it. And yet somewhere out there a family had been wondering for nearly thirty years what had happened to the dead man. And all these years his bones had been lying somewhere up in the Tennessee hills. One day, the Maxwells would have to face what they’d done, at least in the complicated chambers of their own minds if not a court of law. He looked back at Michelle. “You just rest now. Just rest.”
He left the room and spoke with Sean, but didn’t tell him anything of what Michelle had revealed. “And I can’t tell her either,” he informed Sean.
“So what good has it done?”
“By her subconscious revealing what it has, it may relieve pressure on her conscious being. And I can tailor treatment that will more likely help her than not. In fact with another hypnosis session I can plant certain suggestions in her subconscious that may take care of the problem entirely.”
“Why not do it now?”
“Doing it now could put a strain on her subconscious that might prove harmful.”
“What can I do?”
“You can be more understanding of her little quirks. That would be a start.”
Horatio returned to his office and slowly brought Michelle out of the trance.
“Well, what did I say?” she said anxiously.
Horatio said, “You know, I think we’ve made real progress today.”
Michelle snapped, “You’re not going to tell me, are you, you little shit!”
“Now there’s the Michelle I’ve come to love and fear.”
After leaving Horatio, Michelle said to Sean, “Are you or are you not going to tell me?”
“I can’t because he didn’t tell me either.”