Dark Places Page #8

Libby!

Libby!

I love you, Libby.

I love you, ladybug.

Don't you ever forget that.

Libby!

Libby!

- Libby, you okay? What happened?

- Where are they?

There's no one here,

I checked the house.

It's okay. Everything's okay.

Diondra Wertzner, also known as Polly Palm

was arrested last night in Amarillo, Texas.

This is the latest development

in the 1985 Kansas Prairie Massacre case.

Ms. Wertzner was wanted in relation

to the murder of Michelle Day

for which Ben Day, her brother,

has been in prison for the last 28 years.

She denies any involvement

while DNA analysis is pending.

But it was announced

this morning that Ben Day

will be released from prison shortly.

Their daughter, Crystal,

is still at large.

As a reminder, this is

the latest twist in a larger case,

that of serial killer Calvin Diehl,

aka the Angel of Debt

who has killed, or as he claims,

"Helped to die in dignity,"

more than 50 people

since the early 1980s.

He had each of his victims sign

what he termed a "permission to kill" form

along with a letter to loved ones.

Dear Ben, Michelle, Libby and Debby.

I don't think this letter

will ever reach you.

But Mr. Diehl said he'd hold it for me.

And I guess that gives me some comfort.

Your grandparents always told me,

"Make a useful life."

I don't think I've really done that,

but I can make a useful death.

My life has been determined

so much by accidents.

It seems nice now that an accident

on purpose will make things right again.

I hope you all forgive me.

Take care of yourselves.

I know Diane will do right by you.

I'm only sad... I won't get to see

the wonderful people you've become.

Although I don't need to.

That's how sure I am of my kids.

Diondra was always sure you'd find her.

She was sure of it.

Guess she was right.

So you met my daughter.

I've heard different things. Is she...

Is she like Diondra? Is she bad?

I don't know.

How does a girl deal with the fact

that she knows her mother is a murderer?

She can't disappear for long,

I can find her.

She's not going to go

to jail because of me.

You'd really give her a pass?

I know a little bit about people trying to do

the right thing and completely f***ing up.

- Are you talking about me or Mom?

- I'm talking about me.

You could've been talking

about any of us.

28 years I've been shutting up

and taking it.

28 years I've been protecting

a kid that I never met.

By leaving her

with your sister's murderer?

I never said I did the right thing, but

I made a choice and I had to live with it.

Yeah, I had to live with it, too.

But I do wish there was something

I could say to make it better.

There's nothing left to say.

You lied. I lied.

We're even.

What about us?

You don't know me, Ben.

You think you do, but you don't.

Just like I don't know you.

Or Mom. Or Debby, or Michelle.

Whatever sliver of a memory I had

of them died with them that night.

I'm so angry at you.

But you're still my brother.

You're still my blood.

I won't let what happened that night,

drive my life anymore.

I just want to be normal.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Libby. I'm sorry.

You know that horse

you were talking about, Yellow?

Yeah, what about him?

I don't get it.

Why Yellow?

I don't know. Mom named him.

It's not like he was

a yellow horse or anything.

I guess she'll keep

that secret with her?

There's a lot of other stories, Libby.

Beautiful ones.

Wasn't all bad, you know.

I didn't get straight on the highway.

But slowly drove to where

our farm had once been.

Still standing.

That unsafe place.

That blanked-out space where my mother

so desperately invited death.

Maybe Ben was right.

It wasn't all bad.

Ben learned something in his prison

that I never learned in mine.

Forgiveness.

My mom told us

to make a useful life.

Nothing big.

Nothing grand.

Just a start.

Finally, a start.

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