She watched me walk into her office with those wary silver-blue eyes of hers. The terrible thing that had happened to her that night in the Hills would always deny her the cachet of a true femme fatale. She’d been raped by two older men who’d been drunkenly stumbling home. That they served long prison terms didn’t matter much to a girl of twelve. Her cynicism was the product of pain, not arrogance. She broke too easily.
“You asked for my opinion, Nick, and I gave it to you. I think they’re asking way too much for that land. I’m halfway convinced he’s even making up those rumors about a big office building being planned for there.” There was no smile for me but she did point to the small buff-colored leather couch in the far corner. “Nick, we’re friends. I’m not saying you don’t know what you’re doing.
“We all misjudge things. I’m right about three out of four times at best. So you shouldn’t take what I say personally. All right?” Then, “Nick, a customer just came in. Just think about what I said. I could always be wrong about this and you could always be right, all right?”
She hung up. “I don’t care what they say. You boys are way more vain than us girls. The guy calls me for an opinion and I give him an honest answer and he’s hurt. I offended his manliness somehow.” The showgirl smile. “But then I guess I can’t blame him. He doesn’t have much manliness to spare.”
Four desks, walls covered with photos of homes and businesses and properties for sale. The furnishings and the carpeting ran to variations on brown.
“I imagine you’re here to pester me about Will some more. And by the way, I see you’ve done a fine job of proving how innocent he is.”
“I’m doing the best I can.”
“I’m sure that’s a great comfort to him.”
“Did he ever write you any letters?”
“Yes, he did as a matter of fact. Before she stole him from me that summer in college. I used to think that maybe he was going to be a writer.”
“More recently, I mean. When you were having an affair with him.”
“You’re still on that.”
“His wife found some letters he wrote to you but apparently never mailed. Recent letters.”
“I imagine she had a fine time reading them. The same fine time I had reading his letter that he was breaking off our engagement.”
“That was a long time ago.”
“Maybe for you. Not for me. I still remember basically going to bed for a month and not being able to get up. I started thinking that the shock had paralyzed me. I was that nuts. I got over that part of it but there was a part that stayed with me. And it’s with me now. Two husbands and two shrinks later and it’s still with me.”
“So you had an affair with him.”
She was leaning against the desk facing me. In her languid, enigmatic way her sexual powers were undeniable. But the silver-blue eyes never quite gave you any hint of what she might be thinking. There was even a possibility that she did not understand her own erotic force.
“Yeah, Sam, we had an affair. And yes, he wrote me some letters. It’s nice to know that he wrote some that he didn’t even mail. Which makes me wonder why he broke it off.”
“Well, it could always be that he was married.”
“I know you think that’s a smart remark but that’s not why he broke it off. He didn’t love Karen anymore. He made that plain. I wanted him to leave her and marry me. For me the affair was like being in college again. I even let some of my work go, which I never do. But I didn’t care. We got together every chance we had. We even used to meet at seven thirty in the morning sometimes. He always joked how good morning sex was in a sleazy motel. Then it ended. And he broke it off the same way he’d broken it off the first time. No explanation. Just ‘I can’t do this anymore.’ No warning whatsoever. I’d had to find out about Karen by myself. And it’s the same this time. No idea.”
She walked around behind her desk and sat down. She helped herself to a cigarette. “So you got what you wanted, Sam. I admitted that we had an affair.”
“When did he tell you that it was off?”
“Lunch. 5/29/71. 12:30-1:39 p.m. I put it on my calendar when I got back just the way I would any other business meeting. Because that’s how he was. All business. We could have been closing on a house the way he was. He has a cold side, you know.”
“Yeah, every once in a while it comes out. You rarely see it. That’s what makes it so strange when you do see it. You can’t equate it with this big, lumbering, smiling guy.”
“But it’s there. I’ve seen it twice now. The first time was when I started following him places when I learned about Karen that summer. He wasn’t just cold. He was so hostile. It was like we’d never been in love. I was just a nuisance to him.”
“I’m sorry, Cathy.”
The Vegas smile. “You are? The last time you saw me I didn’t pick up on any great sympathy.”
“Then I apologize.”
She knew how to exhale cigarette smoke dramatically. “I hear you’re seeing Mary Lindstrom.”
“Right.”
“I always envied her. She’s so beautiful but it never went to her head. In fact in high school the popular girls thought she was such a loser. And I know she didn’t date much because she had this thing for you. And you had it for Pamela. God, talk about a girl who was stuck on herself. You’re lucky to be with Mary now.”
“I realize that more every day.”
Then she said it and I wasn’t prepared for it and maybe she wasn’t either.
“Since I’m going to confession here I may as well lay it all out for you. You were right: I sent Will those threatening letters.”
“Wow.”
“I told you I went a little crazy.”
“That’s more than a little crazy.”
“He deserved it for what he did to me.”
“I have to ask you, Cathy, what were you doing the night Steve Donovan was murdered?”
“God, I’m sick of talking to you, Sam. I really don’t like you anymore.”
“I’m sorry for that, Cathy. I really am. But I need to know where you were the night Donovan was killed.”
“I didn’t have anything to do with Donovan’s murder. Period.”
“You’re not making my work any easier. I’ll have to tell Foster that you sent those letters.”
“Paul?” Amused. “Paul’s taken me to dinner twice. Very nice guy. His wife dumped him for a younger man last year. He knows a little about the subject so he’s easy to talk to.”
“We’ve all been dumped, Cathy. And most of us survive and get past it.”
“I never understood why you held on to Pamela so long. She led you around like a little dog. All those years you wasted on her. She was never going to fall in love with you and everybody could see that except you.”
“You’re changing the subject.”
“No, I’m not. I’m just tired of you trying to make me sound like I’m the only one who held on too long. You don’t think that there are a lot of married people who are still in love with somebody from their past who broke their hearts?”
I eased up from the couch. “It bothers me that you sent Will those letters.”
“There isn’t anything I can do about that.”
“The county attorney could file charges against you.”
“You’re going to tell him, of course.”
“I have to. I should also tell Foster. But since you’re such good friends, I’ll let you do the honors.”
“I don’t care,” she said, torment faint but real in her tone. “I should leave this town anyway. Every place I look I see bad memories. It’s no place for me anymore.”
She might have murdered Donovan, I thought. Those long-ago men and my confusing friend Will had stolen all her kindness and tenderness and compassion. She just might have framed Will. Bitterness and rage were the only things they’d left her with.
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