Gone-Girl-by-Gillian-Flynn

‘Of course he is.’
‘I don’t suppose … He was definitely in New York when it happened?’
‘He was in New York. Why?’
Desi shrugged: Just curious, no reason. We sat in silence for a half
minute, playing a game of eye-contact chicken. Neither of us blinked.
‘I actually came here, Desi, to see what you could tell me.’
I tried again to picture Desi making off with Amy. Did he have a lake
house somewhere nearby? All these types did. Would it be believable, this
refined, sophisticated man keeping Amy in some preppy basement rec room,
Amy pacing the carpet, sleeping on a dusty sofa in some bright, clubby ’60s
color, lemon yellow or coral. I wished Boney and Gilpin were here, had
witnessed the proprietary tone of Desi’s voice: I know Amy.
‘Me?’ Desi laughed. He laughed richly. The perfect phrase to describe the
sound. ‘I can’t tell you anything. Like you said, I don’t know her.’
‘But you just said you did.’
‘I certainly don’t know her like you know her.’
‘You stalked her in high school.’
‘I stalked her? Nick. She was my girlfriend.’
‘Until she wasn’t,’ I said. ‘And you wouldn’t go away.’
‘Oh, I probably did pine for her. But nothing out of the ordinary.’
‘You call trying to kill yourself in her dorm room ordinary?’
He jerked his head, squinted his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, then
stared down at his hands. ‘I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Nick,’ he
finally said.
‘I’m talking about you stalking my wife. In high school. Now.’
‘That’s really what this is about?’ He laughed again. ‘Good God, I thought
you were raising money for a reward fund or something. Which I’m happy to
cover, by the way. Like I said, I’ve never stopped wanting the best for Amy.
Do I love her? No. I don’t know her anymore, not really. We exchange the
occasional letter. But it is interesting, you coming here. You confusing the
issue. Because I have to tell you, Nick, on TV, hell, here, now, you don’t seem
to be a grieving, worried husband. You seem … smug. The police, by the way,
already talked with me, thanks, I guess to you. Or Amy’s parents. Strange you