She didn't respond.
"How long Margaret? These killings. It's too dangerous for a-"
"An old woman?"
Maggie couldn't help but notice his slip. Had he almost said Mom?
"Well, 'Jerome', if I didn't know better, I'd almost say you were concerned."
"Of course I am," he repeated more quietly, "Just because we're- doesn't mean I don't care, or want you... you've seen the photos."
He pulled off the highway at the exit for Autumn Lake, his hometown.
"After I betrayed you."
"Yes." His voice was iron, rigid, yet vibrating with pain, still fresh after 15 years. "I don't want you to end up like those poor folks, resting in their own blood."
"It's been 15 years Jerome. How long are you going to punish me? I- I know, I deserve it. But-"
She reached out, lovingly patted his arm.
"How long are you going to punish yourself?"