Authors: Amy Gutman
were more complex. Sadness, pity, resentment. Anger and grati-15
tude. She barely remembered their first meeting, at that Nashville 16
AA group. She’d been so distraught — and so hungover — every-17
thing was a blur. Diane had followed her out of the meeting, 18
pressed a phone number on her.
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She’d needed someone to talk to. That had been part of it.
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Diane had been an excellent listener, patient and sympathetic.
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She’d known when to talk and when to keep quiet, when to give 22
advice. From the start, Diane had been honest about her job, but 23
she’d promised to keep their friendship secret from even her edi-24
tors. Now, more clear-sighted, Callie saw she’d had a plan. It had 25
been self-interest, not loyalty, that had kept their meetings se-26 S
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this story.
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Diane had kept her word, though. She’d obtained Callie’s —
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Laura’s — approval before selling her book proposal. At first, 2
she’d resisted Diane’s cajoling, but later she came around. In the 3
end, it had all boiled down to money, and they’d finally struck a 4
deal: Fifty thousand dollars up front and 10 percent of Diane’s 5
royalties. At that point, Callie had had no idea of how much that 6
might be. By now, she’d received several hundred thousand dol-7
lars, and checks still trickled in. It was money she’d received from 8
The Vanishing Man
that had paid for the house in Merritt. It had 9
paid her Windham College tuition, established a trust for Anna.
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If she had it to do over again, she had no doubt that she would.
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Still, she’d never entirely recovered from reading Diane’s book.
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At first she’d been wildly angry, consumed with a sense of be-13
trayal. She’d trusted Diane totally. Was this how Diane repaid 14
her? She’d had thoughts of filing a lawsuit, even sat down with 15
pen and paper. But when she reread the book, her reaction 16
started to shift. Hard as she searched she couldn’t find a single in-17
accuracy. Every word Diane had attributed to her — she’d really 18
said those things. The only difference between the book and life 19
was the things that had been left out. The days when nothing bad 20
had happened. The days when Steven was kind.
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Still, when you took out these interludes, this is what was left: 22
an endless series of bright red flags she’d done her best to ignore.
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The blood-soaked shirt. The mask and gloves. The unexplained 24
absences. The blue Honda Civic that someone saw before Lisa 25
Blake was killed. The Atlanta woman who’d had a frightening 26
encounter with a man whose name was Steven. She’d met him at 27
a bar, and he’d bought her a drink. It tasted strange, she said. He 28
told her he’d get her another one, but when she looked up, he 29
was gone. A grad student in biology, she’d taken the drink to be 30
tested. And found that it was laced with GHB, the well-known 31
date-rape drug.
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But everything had been so confused back then, an alcohol-33
soaked blur. Callie remembered nights on the couch, with her 34
second bottle of wine. In her mind, she’d match up his absences S 35
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at the edge of a precipice. Then, sharply, she’d pull herself back, 2
tell herself it was crazy. Would he use his own name if he were a 3
killer? Park his car in plain view? Would he leave evidence for 4
her to find, the shirt, the knives, the bones? Later, she’d tried to 5
tell herself that he’d wanted to be caught, but the experts traced 6
his seeming carelessness to grandiosity.
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She still remembered the first time she’d felt that lurching 8
sense of doubt. A Friday night. She’d been watching TV after 9
Steven cancelled a date. She’d been drinking wine, feeling sorry 10
for herself, when a news report came on, a recent murder attrib-11
uted to the infamous Vanishing Man. Her name was Lisa Blake; 12
she was a Memphis college student. Her picture showed a bril-13
liant smile, smooth, straight blonde hair.
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It was like the twist of a kaleidoscope, as pieces fell into place.
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She’d staggered up to find her date book. To find out where he’d 16
been. Lisa Blake had disappeared on a Saturday night just two 17
weeks before. Steven had cancelled that night, too. He’d said he 18
had to work. In later weeks, she’d checked the dates of half a 19
dozen murders. On none of these days did her calendar show that 20
she’d been with Steven. She didn’t always make note of their 21
dates, especially casual ones — a cheeseburger at Rotier’s, drinks 22
at 12th & Porter. Still, the suspicion had taken root. She couldn’t 23
let it go.
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On some days, she was filled with doubt, filled with remorse 25
and guilt. How could she have such terrible thoughts about the 26
man she loved? No wonder Steven was losing interest. He knew 27
who she really was. A desperate, jealous, angry girl, out to get her 28
boyfriend.
No wonder he’s not around,
she thought.
You’re out to
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destroy him.
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When they moved to Nashville, Steven’s childhood home, the 31
plan was that they’d live together. Steven went down to find a 32
place, while she stayed back in Cambridge. But after finding an 33
apartment, Steven decided to live alone. He was planning to ap-34
ply to law school, that was his excuse. He’d need to study for the 35 S
LSAT. He needed solitude.
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For once, she stood up for herself, demanded an explanation. If 1
he didn’t even want to live with her, why should she move to 2
Nashville? To her astonishment, he started to cry, begging her to 3
stay. “I need you,” he told her — the first and only time. “Please, 4
please don’t leave me.” The tears had reassured her in a way his 5
words could not. Finally, after so much time, she’d finally be-6
lieved he loved her.
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Once she arrived in Nashville, though, things went from bad 8
to worse. And the more elusive Steven grew, the more frantic she 9
became. She devoured dozens of self-help books, tried to improve 10
herself. The problem was they all offered conflicting advice and 11
information. They urged her to be understanding, to listen to his 12
pain. Then they told her that she was making herself too easily 13
available. She tried not calling him on the phone, not answering 14
when he called her. He mentioned it a couple of times, but 15
mostly he didn’t notice.
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Foggy as this time was, it was clearer than what came later. Af-17
ter his arrest, her life unfolded in an endless haze. Through days 18
in the airless courtroom, she felt like a sleepwalker. And then one 19
night, watching TV news, she suddenly snapped awake. She 20
could still feel the chill that had passed through her as she lis-21
tened to an interview with Dahlia’s brother. “He ruined my life.
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He ruined my family,” Tucker Schuyler said. “Death is too good 23
for him. Anyone who causes this sort of pain, they should be 24
forced to suffer.”
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The words cut clear through her. She felt their searing truth.
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With a prescient chill, she knew then that this boy would never 27
recover. He’d been late to meet his sister, and when he showed up 28
she was gone. He’d live with that for the rest of his life, the bur-29
den of his guilt. Until then, there’d been something abstract 30
about Dahlia Schuyler’s death. In that instant, though, she 31
clearly saw the truth of what Steven had done. He had destroyed 32
this family. And she’d played a role in that. For the first time, it 33
hit home, the degree of her complicity.
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boat. They were passing a rocky island now, lined with jagged 2
trees. In the distance, rolling blue-gray hills rose against the sky.
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The effect was one of layers upon layers, different shades of blue.
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The air was growing colder. Callie went downstairs.
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She slid into a seat in the almost empty cabin. The air, heavy 6
and damp around her, smelled like salt and oranges. Behind her a 7
heavy gray-haired woman was finishing off a snack. As she peered 8
through a foggy window, Callie glimpsed land. At first there was 9
just the rocky coast, then the occasional house. The woman be-10
hind her gathered up bags. A sleeping man woke up. They must 11
be getting close now. Callie’s stomach dipped.
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Ten minutes later, the ferry heaved left, and a village came 13
into view. A cluster of shingled buildings, a long wooden pier.
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They were moving between two islands now through smooth, 15
glassy water. The village grew larger and clearer as the ferry 16
pulled closer in. She caught the words on several buildings.
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Gray’s Yacht and Boat Builder. The Lobster Pound Restaurant.
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Then she felt a solid bump as the ferry touched the pier.
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She waited in her car until the ferry official signaled for her to 20
pull out. Then, following a flatbed truck, she drove down the 21
metal ramp. She couldn’t believe she was here.
She couldn’t believe
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she was here.
It was almost as if some outside force had taken con-23
trol of her body.
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She turned left out of the parking lot. No choice, it was a one-25
way street. Slowly, she drove down a winding road past a library 26
and post office. She saw an art gallery closed for the season, an 27
American Legion post. Another curve in the sloping road, and 28
then there it was: the shingled house where Diane Massey had 29
spent her final days.
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Because she’d seen its picture in the paper, she knew that this 31
was the place. Quickly, she glanced in her rearview mirror. No 32
cars or people in sight. She pulled into the gravel driveway and 33
followed it up a hill. The driveway circled behind the house, 34
shielding her car from view.
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she peered through a back window. What she saw was a rustic 1
old-fashioned kitchen. Nothing unusual. Stove. Refrigerator.
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Table and chairs. Just what you’d expect. The porch wrapped 3
around the house, and Callie continued on. There were three 4
windows on the side of the house, two of them in the kitchen.
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Through the last window in the row, she saw a living room.
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Again, nothing striking. No sign of what had occurred.
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It was actually a bit unnerving how untouched everything 8
seemed. Callie realized that, at some unconscious level, she’d ex-9
pected to find a crime scene. Yellow tape across the door, every-10
thing cordoned off. But Diane hadn’t been killed at home. She’d 11
been attacked some ways off. Besides, it had been days —
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weeks — since the body was found.
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When she reached the front door, Callie paused, reluctant to 14
continue. Even with the wall of trees by the porch, somebody 15
might see her. She reached for the knob and gave it a twist, sure 16
that she’d find it locked. But to her surprise, the handle turned.
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The door creaked open.
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She gazed into a shadowy hall, its upper reaches veiled in dark-19
ness. She felt poised for something, though she didn’t know what 20
it was. She had no business being here, but something pulled her 21
on. There wasn’t any logic to it, yet she couldn’t seem to stop.
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Just five more minutes,
she thought.
Then I’m out of here.
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She walked down the hallway toward a closed door that she 24
assumed must lead to the kitchen. But just as she reached out 25
to push it open, she heard an explosive crash. The house went 26
black. She couldn’t see. Everything started to spin. Some ani-27
mal instinct seemed to kick in, and she crouched close to the 28
ground.
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Time passed, seconds, then minutes. She wasn’t sure how long.
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