Janelle started crying. “No, Polly. No. You killed him? You killed my Archie?”
“He wasn’t yours,” Polly yelled, her face beet red. “He loved me too.”
I narrowed my eyes. “But that’s not true, is it, Polly? Archie didn’t love you; he loved Janelle.”
“No,” she mumbled. “He lovedme.”
I shook my head. “No. Did you tell Archie about the baby at the wedding?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I… I wanted to share the good news.”
“But he rejected you, didn’t he? He rejected youandyour baby.”
She started crying, her face twisted in an ugly, angry mask.
“You thought if he knew about the baby, he’d pick you,” I said quietly. “But instead, he was angry. Disgusted. He didn’t want you to ruin what he had with Janelle, right?”
Polly shook her head. “Be quiet.”
“Did he ask you to get an abortion?”
She screamed and covered her ears. “Shut up! Shut up! Archie loved me. We were going to be a family.”
Janelle sat down again, as if her legs had given out. “This can’t be happening,” she whispered.
“Where did you get the knife, Polly?” I asked.
She glanced up, her face wet with angry tears. “What?”
“The knife you used to stab Archie. Where did it come from?”
Her gaze flickered.
I narrowed my eyes. “You brought it with you, didn’t you?”
She shook her head.
“You knew Archie wasn’t going to want you and the baby. You brought the knife, intending to kill Archie.”
“No. I swear, I… I was going to kill myself. I… I told Archie if he didn’t want me and the baby, then I… I’d kill myself.”
“God, Polly,” Kobe said gruffly. “What the hell were you thinking?”
She grimaced. “I just wanted him to admit that he loved me. Why was that so hard for him?”
I sighed. “Because he didn’t love you, Polly. He never loved you. He used you.”
She moved to sit on the arm of a chair, looking white as a ghost. “I just wanted to be loved. Why can’t I be loved?”
I studied her. She was a small girl; Archie had been at least fifty pounds heavier and way taller. “How did you get his body in the trunk?”
She licked her lips. “We were behind the limousine. Archie put the lid up because he didn’t want anyone to see us talking,” she said bitterly. “When I t… told him about the baby, he looked so disgusted.” Her mouth quivered. “He looked like he hated me.”
“Sure. You were about to ruin everything for him,” I said gruffly. “He only saw you as a roadblock. A potential problem to him getting what he really wanted.”
Tears rolled down her face. “I said if I couldn’t have him, I didn’t want to live. Do you know what he said?”
My stomach clenched. “What?”
