Erica Spindler - Killer Takes All

“Why? And don’t tell me it’s because I was a cop, that doesn’t wash.”

“Because you wouldn’t just be protecting us. You’d be protecting yourself, too.”

“I’m not worried about protecting-”

“You’re in the game, Stacy. You damn well better be interested in protecting yourself. Plus, the outcome of this matters to you. And if you’re here, you’re more likely to be a part of that outcome.”

Monday, March 14, 2005

Noon

In the end, Stacy agreed to move into the Noble mansion. Not because she thought she could protect the Nobles. And not because she felt she would be safer in the company of others.

But because the closer she was to the Nobles, the closer she was to the investigation. If she was in the middle of it, Malone couldn’t shut her out.

She had insisted, however, that Leo install a video surveillance system. She had also strongly suggested that Alice and Kay move from the guest house to the main house. Although Kay had refused for herself, she’d compelled Alice to do it. That very day, they had moved Alice’s daybed into the room that already served as her schoolroom.

Outfitted with a computer, high-speed Internet and cable TV, the teenager had little reason to emerge from the room. Or lair, as Stacy already thought of it.

Alice’s response to the change had been typical teenage cynicism. The frightened girl Stacy had glimpsed was gone, replaced by a sullen teenager. Living with a teenager, she was discovering, was akin to living with a victim of multiple-personality disorder.

Stacy snatched up the books she needed for her evening class, then headed out, locking her door behind her.

“That’s a little paranoid, don’t you think?”

Stacy glanced over her shoulder. Alice stood just outside her schoolroom door. She looked bored.

Stacy smiled. “Better safe than sorry.”

“Nice cliché.”

“But true. How’re you doing?”

“Fine and dandy.” She smirked. “Speaking of clichés.”

Stacy cringed at the sarcasm in the girl’s tone. “I don’t plan on getting in your way.”

“Whatever.”

“The other day you were frightened. But not anymore?”

“No.” She lifted a shoulder. “I figured it out. You engineered all this, to get closer to my dad.”

Stacy held back a sound of amused disbelief. “And why would I do that?”

“Star power.”

Clark called the girl back to her studies then. He caught Stacy’s glance and rolled his eyes. She grinned. Obviously, he had overheard their conversation.

The rest of the day rocked by. Stacy worked on a paper due the next afternoon. Instead of working in her room, she set up in the kitchen, to keep better tabs on the comings and goings in the mansion.

Mrs. Maitlin wasn’t thrilled with the arrangement.

“Can I get you something?” the woman asked as she made herself a cup of coffee.

“You don’t have to wait on me.” Stacy smiled. “But thanks for the offer.”

The housekeeper stood at the counter with her coffee, looking uncomfortable.

“Have a seat.” Stacy motioned to the chair across from hers.

“I don’t want to disturb you.”

“It’s your kitchen.” Stacy closed her laptop, stood and got herself a cup of coffee. The woman sat, but not before bringing out a tin of gourmet chocolate cookies.

Stacy helped herself to one, then returned to her seat. “How long have you worked for the Nobles?”

“A little over seventeen years.”

“You must like your job.”

She didn’t reply, and Stacy got the impression that she’d stepped over some line. Or that the woman just didn’t trust Stacy with an answer.

“I’m not a spy,” she said softly. “Just making conversation.”

“Yes, I do.”

“You moved with them. That must have been a difficult decision to make.”

She lifted a shoulder. “Not that hard. I don’t have a family of my own.”

Stacy thought of Jane. “Not even siblings?”

“Not even.”

The Nobles were her family.

The woman gazed into her coffee for a moment, then met Stacy’s eyes once more. “Why are you here? Not as a technical assistant.”

“No.”

“It has something to do with those cards. And that weird message.”

“Yes.”

“Should I be afraid?”

Stacy thought a moment. She wanted to be honest with the woman, but there was a razor’s edge between educating and alarming. “Be careful. Watchful.”

She nodded, expression relieved, brought a cookie to her mouth, then set it down, untasted. “It’s changed around here. It’s not the way-” She bit the thought back. Stacy didn’t push.

“I’ve been with the family since before Alice was born. She was such a cute baby. A sweet child. So smart. She-”

Again, she bit her words back. Stacy sensed a deep sadness in the woman. “The house used to be filled with laughter. You wouldn’t recognize Mr. and Mrs. Noble. And Alice. She-”

The housekeeper looked at her watch and stood. “I better get back to work.”

Stacy reached up and touched her hand. “Alice is a teenager now. It’s a difficult time. For them. And those who love them.”

The woman looked startled. She shook her head. “It’s not what you think. When they stopped laughing, so did Alice.”

Clearly uncomfortable, she picked up her cup and carried it to the sink. She dumped the contents, rinsed it and stuck it in the dishwasher.

“Mrs. Maitlin?”

The woman glanced back. “May I call you by your first name?”

She smiled. “That’d be nice. It’s Valerie.”

Stacy watched her go, frowning over what she had said. What had the Nobles been like seventeen years ago? Why had they divorced? They cared deeply for each other, that was obvious. They were committed to each other and Alice, also obvious. In essence, they still lived together.

When they stopped laughing, so did Alice.

She glanced at her laptop, then stood and headed out into the bright day. The idea of working on her paper didn’t appeal, and a quick spin around the property every hour or two was a good thing.

She lifted her face to the sky. Dark clouds gathered on the horizon. It looked as if the sunny afternoon would give way to a stormy evening.

At present, the security guys were installing the new system. Troy was chatting with one of them while he took a cigarette break. Previously, the driver had been sunning himself in a lawn chair. He’d hung his yellow polo shirt on the chair’s back. She realized she’d only seen him fully clothed a handful of times.

She smiled to herself. As near as she could tell, Troy had pretty much the least stressful job on earth. He hung around, waiting for Leo to need him for something-run an errand, drive him someplace. He sunned, he washed the cars, he smoked.

Tough life. She wondered at the man’s salary and where she could apply.

The installation tech put out his smoke and went back to work. Troy caught sight of her and smiled, his teeth almost startlingly white against his tanned face.

“Hi, Stacy,” he said.

She stopped. “Hi, Troy. Keeping busy?”

“You know, typical day.” He motioned to the workman. “That’s a high-tech system they’re putting in. The dude was trying to explain it to me.” Troy shrugged, indicating he hadn’t really gotten it. “Mr. Noble, if he’s going to have something, it’s going to be state of the art. Only the best.” He scratched his chest, the movement almost absentminded. “I don’t know why he’s doing it, though. I’m pretty much always around. I keep an eye on things.”

“Maybe it’s for the times you’re not?”

He nodded, drawing his eyebrows together. Something in his expression suggested that, like her, he was thinking of Saturday and the message Leo had been left.