Sue Mackenzie (Morning of September 13, 1994)
It had been two days since the boys told me that they witnessed Walter, being brutally murdered by Adriene and I still had no clue what to do with that information. I couldn’t go to the local police because, apparently, Ace was as corrupted as they come. Who knows who else at that station could be working with A.G.? I can’t possibly trust any of them if I can’t even trust their sheriff. I guess I could go to the state police, but with what evidence? I already gave Ace everything I had on her.
“So are you gonna talk or am I just supposed to keep guessing what this is all about?” Amelie asked, cuffing her coffee mug. I invited her over this because I felt she, of all people, deserved to know the truth. “Because check-in for the bake sale is about to start in ten minutes.”
“You’re still going to that?” I continued to pace around the dining room.
“Yeah, well, I know we settled that Adriene was A.G. and all, but that’s all the more reason to go. Don’t you think? The last thing we want is for her to be suspicious of us and think that we’re onto her. You and I both know what happened the last time someone got on her bad side.”
“Yeah, about Adriene,” I began, taking the seat adjacent to her. “I’m not sure how to tell you this or if I should even tell you. You’ll probably just sell me out.”
“Oh, please, does this look like the face of a snitch to you?” Amelie joked, making circular motions around her said face. “Now, spit it out, will you?”
“Okay, here it goes,” I took a deep breath. “Her and Ace are having an affair.”
Amelie just stared at me, blankly, leaning back in her chair. “How did you find out?”
“Why don’t you sound more surprised?”
“I had my reasons to believe so a few years back. Ace mentioned to me that they dated on the downlow, in highschool, but their romantic relationship never went any further than that,” she got choked up on that last part. “However, recently, while I was doing laundry, I found a note in the back pocket of his slacks. It was a note, written by her, signed with her candy red lips, talking about how much fun she had the night before and how they should do it in his office more often.”
I sighed. “That’s why you came over early that day.
She nodded as the tears came, streaming down her face. “God, I feel so stupid!”
“Amelie, you’re not stupid. You’re not; he could’ve fooled anyone,” I consoled her, leaning towards her and wiping away her face dry. “But I do have to ask? If you already knew all about this, then hun, why are you still with him?”
“Because he’s Zack’s dad and I don’t want my son to be raised in a broken home like I was. He already has a hard enough time speaking as is”
I didn’t say anything else after that. Instead, I simply hugged Amelie until she cried all of her tears out, onto my shoulder.