Mary Clark - Let Me Call You Sweetheart

“According to what Smith wrote in his letter, and it does coincide with what Skip Reardon told me Saturday.”

Green put down Smith’s letter. “Kerry, do you think you might have been followed when you went to see Smith yesterday?”

“I think now I probably was. That’s why I’m so concerned about Robin’s safety.”

“We’ll keep a squad car outside your house tonight, but I wouldn’t be unhappy to have you and Robin out of there and in some more secure place with all this coming to a head. Jimmy Weeks is a cornered animal. Royce may be able to tie him to tax fraud, but with what you’ve uncovered, we may be able to tie him to a murder.”

“You mean because of the card Jimmy sent with the sweetheart roses?” The card was already being analyzed by handwriting experts, and Kerry had reminded Green of the paper found in Haskell’s lawyer’s pocket after both men had been murdered.

“Exactly. No clerk in a flower shop drew those musical notes. Imagine describing an inscription like that over the phone. From what I understand, Weeks is a pretty good amateur musician. The life of the party when he sits down at the piano. That kind. With that card-and if the jewelry ties in to those receipts-the Reardon case is a whole new ball game.

“And if Skip is granted a new trial, he’ll be entitled to release on bail pending that trial-or dismissal of the charges,” said evenly.

“If the scenario plays out, I’ll recommend that,” Green agreed.

“Frank, there’s one other point I have to raise,” Kerry said. “We know that Jimmy Weeks is trying to scare us off this investigation. But it may be for some reason other than we think. I have learned that Weeks picked up Skip Reardon’s options on valuable Pennsylvania property when Skip had to liquidate. He apparently had inside information, so there’s a good chance whole transaction was illegal. It’s certainly not as major a crime as murder-and we still don’t know, of course; he may have been Suzanne’s killer-but if the IRS had that information, with the tax evasion charges and what-have-you, Weeks could be put away for a long time as it is.”

“And you think he’s worried that your probing into the Reardon murder case might expose those earlier deals?” Green asked.

“Yes, it’s very possible.”

“But do you really think that is sufficient to make him threaten you through Robin? That seems a little extreme to me.” Green shook his head.

“Frank, from what I have learned from my ex-husband, Weeks is ruthless enough and arrogant enough to go to almost any lengths to protect himself, and it would make no difference what the charge-it could be murder or it could be stealing a newspaper. But all this aside, there’s still another reason why the murder scenario may not play out, even if we can tie Jimmy Weeks to Suzanne,” Kerry said. Then she began to fill him in on Jason Arnott’s connection to Suzanne and Grace Hoover’s theory that he was a professional thief.

“Even if he is, are you tying him to Suzanne Reardon’s murder?”

Green asked.

“I’m not sure,” Kerry said slowly. “It depends on whether or not he is involved in those thefts.”

“Sit tight. We can get that flyer faxed in from the FBI right away,” Green decreed as he pressed the intercom. “We’ll find out who’s running the investigation.”

Less than five minutes later his secretary brought in the flyer. Green pointed out the confidential number. “Tell them to put me through to the top guy on this.”

Sixty seconds later, Green was on the phone with Si Morgan. He turned on the phone’s speaker so that Kerry could listen too.

“It’s breaking now,” Morgan told him. “Arnott has another place, in the Catskills. We’ve decided to ring the doorbell and see if the housekeeper will talk to us. We’ll keep you posted.”

Kerry gripped the arms of her chair and turned her head toward the detached voice coming out of the speaker phone. “Mr. Morgan, this is terribly important. If you can still contact your agent, ask him to inquire about a miniature oval picture frame. It’s blue enamel with seed pearls surrounding the glass. It may or may not hold a picture of a beautiful dark-haired woman. If it’s there, we’ll be able to connect Jason Arnott to a murder case.”

“I can still reach him. I’ll have him ask about it, and I’ll get back to you,” he promised.

“What was that about?” Green asked as he snapped off the speaker.

“Skip Reardon has always sworn that a miniature frame that was a Faberg’ copy disappeared from the master bedroom the day Suzanne died. That and the antique pin are the two things we can’t account for as of now.”

Kerry leaned over and picked up the diamond bracelet. “Look at this. It’s from a different world from the other jewelry.” She held up the picture of Suzanne wearing the antique pin. “Isn’t it funny? I feel as though I’ve seen a pin like that before, I mean the little one joined to the big one. It may just be because it came up repeatedly in statements from Skip and his mother at the of the investigation. I’ve read that file until I’m dizzy.”

She laid the bracelet back in the case. “Jason Arnott spent great deal of time with Suzanne. Maybe he wasn’t the neuter he tried to make himself out to be. Think of it this way, Frank. Let’s say he fell for Suzanne too. He gave her the antique pin and the bracelet. It’s exactly the kind of jewelry he would select. Then he realized that she was fooling around with Jimmy Weeks. Maybe he came in that night and saw the sweetheart roses and the card we believe Jimmy sent.”

“You mean he killed her and took back the pin?”

“And her picture. From what Mrs. Reardon tells me, it’s a beautiful frame.”

“Why not the bracelet?”

“While I was waiting for you this morning, I looked at the pictures taken of the body before it was moved. Suzanne had a gold link bracelet on her left hand. You can see it in the picture. The diamond bracelet, which was on the other arm, doesn’t show. I checked the records. It was pushed up on her arm under the sleeve of her blouse so that it wasn’t visible. According to the medical examiner’s report it had a new and very tight security clasp. She may have shoved the bracelet out of sight because had changed her mind about wearing it and was having trouble getting it off, or she may have been aware that her attacker had come to retrieve it, probably because it was a gift from him, and she may have been hiding it. Whatever the reason, it worked, because he didn’t find it.”

While they waited for Morgan to call back, Green and Kerry worked together to prepare a flyer, with pictures of the jewelry in question, that would be distributed to New Jersey jewelers.

At one point Frank observed, “Kerry, you do realize that if Mrs. Hoover ’s hunch works out, it means that a tip from our state senator’s wife will have caught the murderer of Congressman Peale’s mother. Then if Arnott is tied to the Reardon case…”

Frank Green, gubernatorial candidate, Kerry thought. He’s already figuring how to sugarcoat having convicted an innocent man! Well, that’s politics, I guess, she told herself.

Maddie Platt was not aware of the car that followed her when she stopped at the market and did the shopping, carefully gathering all the items she had been instructed to get. Nor did she notice it continued to follow her when she drove farther out of Ellenville, down narrow, winding roads to the rambling country house owned by the man she knew as Nigel Grey.

She let herself in and ten minutes later was startled when the doorbell rang. Nobody ever dropped in at this house. Furthermore, Mr. Grey had given her strict orders never to admit anyone. She was not about to open the door without knowing who it was.