Dark Places Page #4

People traipsing in and out

of the house all day

was against all the rules of police

procedure, but no one cared.

They had the perfect culprit, a strange

teenage boy that no one in town liked much

and listened to heavy metal.

You know, it was convenient.

I've got the files

so you can take a look.

Libby, it's not a request.

It's part of the job.

Seriously?

It's like you guys want Ben out

more than he does. It's ridiculous.

- What did you think of him?

- I don't know, Lyle.

Did you ever hear about him

with his serious girlfriend?

Molly or Polly? Something like that.

No. It doesn't ring a bell.

It's probably nothing.

He had a tattoo of it on his arm.

It's probably another Magda.

Will you just tell me?

Just tell me, who do you think did it?

I think Lou Cates did it.

Krissi Cates' father.

Found out he had a history of violence,

went to jail for aggravated battery.

You still have no idea

who Krissi Cates is, do you?

- No.

- Libby...

Come on, I know you hate doing this,

but could you try?

You're stuck with us anyway, just try.

You're smart, you'll see for yourself

that something's not right.

Just... just take a look at the folder.

Come on, you'll see. Please.

Since I was seven

I'd only seen flashes of Ben.

Like some evil entity

in a haunted house.

But I'd forgotten

there was once just Ben.

My brother.

Shy. Serious.

Couldn't have done what they said.

What I said.

The molestation of Krissi Cates and

the murders weren't legally linked, but...

everyone had heard the rumors and the jury

was surely poisoned against him.

Oddly,

all the little girls backed down

and the Cates family never pressed charges.

The Kill Club found Krissi Cates' mother

in Emporia, Kansas, but...

she'd never returned their calls.

You never leave a message

for someone you really want to reach.

You keep calling and calling

until somebody picks up.

Out of anger, curiosity or just fear.

Hello?

Hello?

I'm so sorry, did I just wake you up?

I didn't realize how late it was.

- I can call back later.

- Who is this?

My name is Stephanie Adams,

I'm an old friend of Krissi's,

- I was just looking for her...

- Christ! You people won't stop calling

until I give you what you want, right?

I have no idea what you're

talking about, ma'am.

I'm just an old friend looking for her,

I thought maybe you could help me.

- What was your name? Sally?

- Yeah, my name is Sally Adams.

Listen, Sally, I've remarried and I have

very little contact with my previous family.

Got it. You don't by chance

have a number for Lou...

or know where I can find him?

Well, Lou would be in some bar

in Kansas, I'd guess.

As for Krissi, drive west on I-70.

Just past Columbia.

Take a left into the giant strip club.

You'll find her.

Don't call again.

Mrs. Day,

I've called you down to the precinct due

to some serious allegations about your son.

How's he regarded in school?

Is he a popular kid?

He has lots of friends.

From what we understand,

he's a bit of a loner.

So what does that prove?

- You have four children, correct?

- Yes.

- Same father?

- Yes.

Mrs. Day,

we've got four little girls who say that Ben

touched them in their private areas.

That he took them to some farm

and performed certain...

acts associated

with ritualistic Devil worship.

Some farm?

- Ben doesn't even have a car.

- You don't know Ben.

Satanic worship is not uncommon.

It's made its way into all areas

of the community,

and part of their rituals

involve the degradation of children.

Do you have any evidence? Any witnesses?

Besides some 12-year-old girls...

We got the note Ben left

in Krissi Cates' locker.

We need to speak to a lawyer.

You do realize that abuse

usually starts at home.

Mrs. Day,

with three little girls,

if I were you, I'd want

the truth out more than anyone.

- Mrs. Cates?

- Yes?

I'm Patty Day. Ben Day's mother.

It's Ben Day's mother.

Can you take these and show me

exactly what happened?

Thank you.

Krissi?

Krissi, I'm Patty Day.

I'm Ben's mom.

I don't want her here.

- I don't want her here! You promised!

- Okay. Okay.

We're not safe!

We've heard of you. Got four kids

at home, can't afford one of them!

Their daddy's a drunk, if not worse.

You're on welfare!

Your meals come from a food bank and

Jesus Christ, you've let your son do this!

I hope you're not hiding him.

Police are looking for him.

- I'm trying to find him, I swear.

- Ben is going to hell!

Krissi?

- Yeah?

- Do you have time for a little chat?

- About what?

- To be frank, it's about Ben Day.

- Buy me a drink.

- Sure.

Who's this?

This is Libby. She's with me.

What can I get you?

- Vodka cranberry, double.

- Make it two.

So... Ben Day?

He really f***ed up my life.

So... you maintain

you were molested by him?

I was 11 and he was 16.

He started hanging around

with me after school.

I got that a lot. I was a cute kid.

And we had lots of money.

- Go on.

- He would take me into the closet

and make me perform oral sex on him

while making me pledge allegiance to Satan.

Hey, baby, let me get a bag of chips.

You don't mind, do you?

Anyway, Ben was pretty sneaky with me.

I mean, he had an altar in there.

Upside-down cross. Some dead animals.

Sacrificed things.

That's why I thought that he was

working his way up to killing me,

but he killed his family instead.

His whole family was devil worshiping.

How did your dad react when you told him

what Ben had done to you?

God, he was so over-protective.

He went totally ballistic.

Sometimes I think,

had my dad had found Ben,

he would have killed him

and Ben's family would still be alive.

- Your dad live around here?

- No, we lost touch.

Hey, can you lend me 20 bucks?

- Can we get your dad's address?

- I just told you. That we're out of touch.

- Yeah, I know, but I'm sure there's a way...

- Lyle... take care of the check.

How much did you say?

You know what? Make it 50.

I'll totally pay you back.

I'll give you a pen, you can...

write down your name and address.

Here.

Libby Day.

My name is Libby Day, you lying whore.

Don't lose that.

Burt Nolan Home.

I was looking a Runner,

or a Ronald Day. Is he staying with you?

Well, he's been in and out.

But I'd be happy to give him a message.

Could you ask him to call me back?

My name's Libby Day.

It's kind of important.

Would you tell him I need to talk to him

about Ben and what happened that night?

Ben and that night. Okay.

That night.

That night.

I'd been a sleepwalker

since I could walk.

My mom usually didn't move

when I got in bed with her.

But... that night,

she turned to me

and told me she loved me.

She hardly ever told us she loved us.

That's why I remember it.

I can't dwell on these thoughts.

I've labeled these memories as if they

were a particularly dangerous region.

Dark place.

Michelle's diary.

I'd forgotten what a rotten

busy-body Michelle was.

In her last pages, she kept writing

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