Strangled by Brian McGrory

Author:Brian McGrory
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Journalists, General, Fiction, Boston (Mass.), Suspense, Jack (Fictitious character), Thrillers, Suspense fiction, Serial murderers, Flynn
ISBN: 9780743463683
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2007-02-06T03:42:34.979682+00:00

23

At first — and I should probably be embarrassed to admit this — I almost didn’t recognize her voice.

“Hey, Jack,” she said. That was followed by a long pause. “I’m back in Boston,” she continued. I was still somewhat confused at this point, sitting at my desk, listening to my messages before Vinny Mongillo and I headed out into this great city in a bold attempt to change its fate.

“I’m a little bit ashamed,” she said.

That’s when it struck: it was the elusive Maggie Kane — my fiancée, or again, maybe that’s ex-fiancée, or perhaps it’s simpler to just describe her as my would-be wife, the woman I had been planning to marry a week before, until the morning I wasn’t. We were supposed to be splashing around in the Hawaiian surf right about now, sharing frozen strawberry daiquiris at a swim-up bar, relentlessly having sex in our overpriced room as a sea breeze drifted through the open French doors.

Her voice started to waver at this point. “I feel awful,” she said. “I feel stupid. I feel so bad about what I’ve done. And Jack, I’m really lonely.”

I squinted in confusion, through the haze of the Kimberly Mays and Jill Dawsons and Lauren Hutchenses that had so recently left this world, wondering what it was that Maggie had done. Okay, yes, she ran out on our wedding day, fled not only our relationship but the state, climbing aboard a jet that landed in Atlanta, leaving me figuratively and literally behind. Of course, I’d never gotten the chance to tell her that I fled as well; I just didn’t make as big a physical spectacle of it as she did. I’d like to think I’m a reasonably subtle guy, was probably never more so than when I called off my wedding without actually telling anyone — the bride-to-be included.

“Is there any chance we can talk?” she asked. She was doing this thing that she always used to do, which was basically carrying on an entire conversation on my voice mail, asking questions that I wasn’t on the line to answer, giving answers to questions that I wasn’t on the line to ask. Like so much else in a relationship, when she first used to do this shortly after we met, I thought it was enormously adorable and often sexy. Now I just found it annoying, even if it was slightly comforting to hear the familiar sound of her voice.

“Jack, I know how furious you probably are. You completely have the right. I panicked. I did a shitty thing. I’m going to regret it for the rest of my life, for what I just did to the rest of my life, and more important, for what I did to you.

“But Jack, can you please, please let me talk to you for a little while, face-to-face.” She began crying here — sobbing, actually. She fell quiet for a moment, apparently trying to compose herself. I heard her sniffle, and could all but see

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