Marta Perry - Murder in Plain Sight

That, at least, gave her an opening. “I’m sure I’ll be fine. Now that the business about the symbol is out in the open, the person who threatened me has no reason to come after me.”

“It’s not just that.” Geneva crossed the room to clasp Jessica’s hands in hers. “I’ve so enjoyed having you here. It’s been like having my daughter home again. Really, won’t you reconsider? You can’t be comfortable at that motel.”

She had to smile at the words. Geneva made it sound as if the motel was some sort of flophouse. “Actually, I’ve decided to move to the inn.” Now that she didn’t have to account to Henderson’s secretary for her expenses, she could suit herself. “I…I should probably tell you that Mr. Henderson has terminated my employment. He feels that I should have made a deal for Thomas-”

“That’s outrageous.” Geneva flushed. “Besides, I wouldn’t hear of such a thing. You are still going to defend Thomas, aren’t you?”

“I won’t let him down. I just wish I had a little more ammunition.”

Like the pendant. If she tried to use it, she’d be casting suspicion on the Morgan family. But if she didn’t, she could be harming her client.

“But you will as soon as we find out how the symbol fits in.” Geneva was pursuing her own line of thought, but it ran parallel to Jessica’s. “I trust you with Thomas’s defense. And I trust God to use you to see that justice is done.”

The complete faith in Geneva’s words floored her for a moment. When she could speak, she said, “That’s a pretty heavy burden, don’t you think?”

“Not at all.” Geneva patted her hand. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that when God gives us a job to do, He also gives us the ability to do it. We just have to rely on Him.”

“I’m afraid I’m not very good at relying on others.”

Geneva touched her cheek. It was a featherlight caress, one that a mother might give to a daughter. Pain gripped Jessica’s heart at the thought.

“That’s coming between you and Trey, isn’t it? No, don’t answer,” she added quickly. “I shouldn’t have said that. I always promise myself I’m not going to interfere, and then my mouth runs ahead of my intentions.”

“I think it’s your heart, not your mouth.” Surprising herself, Jessica hugged her. “I appreciate your concern. It’s just…”

“You don’t want to talk about it, not to Trey’s mother, of all people.” Geneva sighed, shaking her head. “He means well, bless him. He just doesn’t understand yet that there can be a balance between protecting someone you love and trusting them to handle things on their own. Oh, there I go again.”

She pressed her cheek against Jessica’s. “Just you remember that you’re always welcome here, no matter what. All right?”

“All right.” It was the easiest thing to say, the simplest way out of the situation.

Unfortunately she knew it wasn’t true. If her defense of Thomas involved casting doubt on Geneva’s husband or her son, that was the one thing she’d never be able to forgive.

HER ROOM AT THE INN would be delightful, if she were in the mood to be delighted by anything like that. Two rooms, actually-a small sitting room and a bedroom, each furnished with solid Pennsylvania Dutch furniture. She traced the tulip design on the coffee table with one finger, unpleasantly reminded of the use to which one twisted mind had put a simple bit of folk art.

She leaned back on the love seat, too tired to do anything else. A rap at the door shook her out of her lethargy. Must be the soup and salad she’d ordered for supper.

“One second,” she called and pulled the door open. And stared.

“Dad.” Her father. Here in Pennsylvania instead of his Beacon Hill flat, wearing one of the signature gray suits that matched his silver hair.

“Well, Jessica? Must I continue to stand in the hallway, or will you invite me in?”

She scrambled after what was left of her wits and stepped back. “Please, come in. I’m surprised to see you.”

Surprised didn’t do justice to the feeling. She didn’t know what would. Her father had never visited her in Philadelphia, assuming that if she wanted to see him, she’d come to Boston. And yet here he was in Springville.

He stalked into the small sitting room, glancing around with a dismissive stare, and turned to face her.

“Won’t you sit down?” She didn’t attempt to hug him in greeting, knowing how much he disliked that. For just a second Geneva flitted through her mind, with her quick hugs and gentle touches.

“What I have to say won’t take that long.”

She’d learned to excuse his curtness long ago. He was a busy man, important people depended upon him, he didn’t like seeing her because she reminded him painfully of her mother. The familiar excuses were just that-feeble excuses that didn’t amount to a thing.

Still, she’d never challenged him. Maybe it was time she did. “You came all the way from Boston to see me, and you can’t take the time to sit down?”

He blinked. Then he pulled out the straight chair from the desk and sat. Trying to quiet the butterflies dancing in her stomach, she took the end of the love seat opposite him.

“I’m on my way to Baltimore on business. It wasn’t that much out of the way to stop in Philadelphia and see Henderson.”

See Henderson. Not to see her. “I take it you know that my employment has been terminated.”

His lips thinned, and his aristocratic nose wrinkled slightly, as if in reaction to an unpleasant odor.

“Henderson was perfectly amiable. He regretted having to take the steps he did. He is still willing to forget your unfortunate behavior and reinstate you.” He glanced at the understated gold watch he wore. “It’s too late to call him now. You’ll get in touch first thing tomorrow. Apologize. You’ll find him eager to move on.”

In other words, her father had brought pressure to bear. She would give in all along the line, and life would return to normal. Thomas’s frightened young face filled her mind.

“No.”

A faint tic appeared in her father’s jaw. She watched it, fascinated. She’d never openly defied him before.

“What did you say?” The words were lowering, ominous as an approaching storm.

“No. I’m sorry you’ve had this trip for nothing, but I don’t intend to return to Henderson, Dawes and Henderson.” Just saying the words was freeing. “I happen to believe my client’s welfare comes before the risk of embarrassing the firm.”

“How is your client served by his attorney making a spectacle of herself, appearing on television like that?” He gestured toward her battered face.

“I didn’t give myself a black eye.” The mildness of her tone surprised her. Didn’t she care what her father thought?

Maybe the answer was there, in his words and actions. She’d spent her life trying to please him, to wring one word of approval from him, and he didn’t care. Sorrow came with the thought, but something that had been tight inside her started to relax. If nothing she did could please him, she could stop trying.

“I can see it’s no use trying to talk sense to you.” He planted his palms on the arms of the desk chair. “Henderson was right. You are willful and incapable of being a team player.” He thrust himself to his feet. “I trust you’ll enjoy this case, since it may be the last one you ever try. Without my backing…”

She couldn’t let it go like this. “I appreciated your help in getting the position with Henderson. Surely you must see that we’re not a good fit.” She was quoting Leo, she realized. “There’s far more to this case than Henderson has been willing to hear. If you’d care to listen-”