A Beautiful Corpse

His eyes rose to meet hers. ‘It was all over the front of the newspaper today. If I wanted to miss it I’d have to go blind.’

‘Bonnie told me you don’t think he killed your daughter,’ she said. ‘You still feel that way?’

He didn’t hesitate.

‘I am one hundred percent positive Wilson didn’t lay a finger on Naomi.’ His voice was firm. ‘That’s why I’m here. You have to do something about this situation.’

Harper thought of the Wilson she’d seen last night – waving a gun and screaming at the police.

‘I watched him get arrested last night,’ she told him. ‘He didn’t look very innocent to me.’

‘I don’t know about that.’ Scott fixed her with a stern look. ‘I know how he was when we got the news about Naomi. He didn’t sleep. He didn’t eat. Grief …’ He paused – his eyes reddening. ‘Grief can break your mind as well as your heart.’

Harper knew this better than anyone. But what she’d seen last night had seemed beyond grief. Still, she didn’t want to argue with a man who’d just lost his daughter.

She studied his tired face. Deep lines were scored into his forehead. More radiated out from the corners of his mouth.

‘I hear you,’ she said.

Scott must have seen her doubt.

‘I know what you think, Miss McClain,’ he told her. ‘You think I’m a sad old man, who doesn’t know what’s going on right in front of him. But I’m telling you, the police arrested the wrong person. And while they’re so focused on Wilson, the real killer is walking free.’

‘Tell me why you believe he couldn’t do it.’ She reached for her notebook. ‘Do you know where he was that night? If you know someone who can vouch for where he was at the time of the shooting that would really help.’

He shook his head.

‘I don’t know where Wilson was when my girl was shot. What I know is, that boy would let a spider crawl across him before he’d hurt it. He’s got no killer in him, Miss McClain. And he loved my daughter.’

His voice broke and he pressed his fingers against his forehead.

‘Mr Scott.’ Harper softened her voice. ‘He had a gun when the police pulled him over. If it’s the weapon used in the murder, they’re going to charge him.’

He shook his head stubbornly.

‘You have to believe me. It was someone else. I know my Naomi was scared of someone. A man from school. She wouldn’t tell me what happened, or why she didn’t like him, but something about him made her afraid.’ He jutted his finger at her. ‘Find him. Find that man. Ask him your questions.’

Harper had hoped he’d have something concrete for her about Shepherd or Naomi – but random theories about unknown men the dead woman might have been anxious about … That wasn’t what she was looking for.

She tried to guide him back to what she needed.

‘First, tell me about Naomi and Wilson,’ she urged. ‘How did they meet? What brought them together?’ Seeing a rebellious look in his eyes she added quickly, ‘This will help me understand why you think Wilson couldn’t hurt her. I need to know more about them.’

‘Well.’ He rested his hands on his legs. ‘They met at college. And Naomi knew right away that he was special. She made her mind up fast about things, even when she was little. She decided she wanted to become a lawyer when she was ten. Watched some TV show and said, “That’s what I want to do, Daddy. I want to help people.”’

He smiled at the memory.

‘Being a lawyer – that was a big dream in our family. Maybe you know, but I drive a cab. My father, he lived outside Vidalia. Worked the land. Our family has always been working people. People who use their hands. Naomi wanted something different.’

He drew a breath, hands clenching convulsively.

‘She made straight As all her life, always top of her class. When the time came, she wanted to go away to college. Got a scholarship to UGA, over in Athens. But we couldn’t afford to send her. Housing’s too much over there. So she went to Savannah State, instead.’

His voice trailed off.

‘And that was where she met Wilson?’

He nodded slowly.

‘She worked part-time as a tutor for kids who were the first in their family to go to college. Some of them had a hard time fitting in, so the school had people like Naomi to guide them.’

He glanced at her.

‘Wilson – he got in trouble when he was a teenager. Got messed up with a gang back in Atlanta. Got caught dealing drugs. For a while, he was on the wrong path. By the time she met him, he’d cleaned himself up. Made up his mind to walk a true road. Came to Savannah to get away from that life. Wasn’t going to look back.’

His brow lowered as he tried to explain. ‘Kids like Wilson, they usually don’t find their way. He did, though. When Naomi met him, she knew he was intelligent. His grades were good – she helped him stay focused. In the end, she talked him into applying to law school at the same time she did.’

He gave a faint, wistful smile. ‘Tell you one thing, once that girl set her mind to something, nobody had a chance. Wilson knew better than to argue. They both got in, like she knew they would. Around then, that’s when they decided they were in love. After that, you couldn’t get a cigarette paper between them. They were always together.’

‘Did they fight?’ Harper suggested. ‘Get mad at each other about things?’

‘Every couple argues,’ he said. ‘But they never had a fight like you’re talking about. He never raised a hand against her. She’d never put up with that. Neither would I.’

‘Are you sure?’ Harper’s tone was skeptical. ‘We don’t tell our dads everything about our relationships.’

His held her gaze steadily.

‘Miss McClain, my wife died of breast cancer when Naomi was ten years old. She and me, we’ve always been close. We had to be. Closer than most fathers and daughters. The first time she got her period? She came to me. I took her to the drug store, got the things she needed. She got her first boyfriend? She talked to me about him. I made sure she knew the facts of life. When she met Wilson, she told me, “Daddy, I think I’m going to marry this man. His heart’s big enough for me.”’

His voice trembled, and he paused for a moment. When he looked up again, his face was shadowed.

‘If he ever hurt her, she’d have told me.’

So much about Naomi’s story sounded familiar. Harper knew what it was like to grow up without a mother. Only in her case, it hadn’t made her closer to her father. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Her father had been a suspect in her mother’s murder in the early days of the investigation. He was cleared of suspicion by the young paralegal in whose bed he’d been lingering while someone stabbed his wife to death in their kitchen.

Harper had never forgiven him.

She wondered what it was like to be so close to your father that you would confide everything to him. And she simply wasn’t convinced Naomi had been so open with her dad. It was clear that she had secrets.

‘Wilson often went to The Library to meet Naomi when she worked late,’ she said. ‘But in the last few weeks he hadn’t been there. Were they having some trouble?’

Scott’s brow lowered. ‘Who told you he wasn’t there?’

‘Bonnie,’ Harper said.

‘I don’t know about that.’ He rubbed a hand on his jaw. ‘She was so busy. Working and studying. But I’m sure they were fine.’