SILENCE THROBBED THROUGH the room, broken only by the click of Cara Klein’s lighter closing and the soft inhale of smoke into lungs.
She stared into space, blowing smoke from her nose.
Brita leaned forward. “So this happened before the boating accident?”
Cara blinked. “Boating accident? Oh, you mean in Indiana? It would have been right around that same time. Matthew went down there a little over a week before the accident. He called me every day for several days, then nothing. I didn’t start to worry though until I was contacted that Maxton and Sandi were killed. Social services wanted Matthew and I to take the boy.”
“And you did take him, didn’t you Ms. Klein?”
The woman looked at Percy, nodding. “Yes. He was a good boy. At first.”
“But then he started to get violent like his father
