Next, she reads a summary of the events leading up to Amy’s murder. Of course, the newspapers hash out her relationship with John ad nauseam. They go into great details about how she would disappear for days on end and the rumors that she was sleeping around on John—Freddy. It was common knowledge, apparently, that Amy was bipolar and when she was off her meds, there was no predicting what she would do. She may have thought she was being discreet during her dalliances, but she was often spotted around town with this young man or that—and the young man was always young—some even as young as her brother. She would always stop and chat if she ran into someone she knew, but she never introduced her paramour.
“Wait a minute.” Leslie frowns as she recounts what Rose had told her John had said. Amy had talked about powerful men. How powerful could a boy in his twenties be? She files away this tidbit for further study and continues reading about Amy’s tumultuous relationship with Freddy.
“She loved him,” Candace Brighton, Amy’s sister, the next sibling down, informed the papers. “My sister had her difficulties, but she didn’t deserve to be murdered like that. I hope he goes to hell.” When she was asked if she thought Freddy was the one who had killed Amy, Candace had responded, “I know he is. She called me the night she was killed.”
“Amy, calm down. I can’t understand what you’re saying.” Candace cradled her newborn to her chest as she struggled to hold her cell phone to her ear with her shoulder. She was tired from not getting enough sleep, and she had little patience for her older sister’s ramblings. It was late, and the baby was fussy. Candace wasn’t feeling so sanguine herself. She wanted to get off the phone with her sister, but she couldn’t just hang up on her. “You say Freddy’s stalking you?”
“I see him out there. He’s following me everywhere I go. He’s afraid I will tell what I know. That’s why he won’t leave me alone.” Amy was spitting out the words as if they were on fire. “He thinks he’s so clever with his fancy degrees, but I have more street smarts than he does. How stupid does he think I am?”
“If he’s stalking you, then call the police! That’s their job.”
“Damn. He’s outside my house right now. I have to go.” Amy hung up the phone with a bang.