Jeanne Stein - Legacy

On the other hand, I didn’t go into business with the guy or cheat on my boyfriend with him.

“I know you spent your time screwing, but you must have come up for air once in a while. Did you ever overhear a telephone conversation that seemed off? Ever see anything that particularly disturbed O’Sullivan or made him mad?”

Gloria ignores my tone and lets her gaze drift out across the sea. After a moment, she replies, “Not really.”

“Not really? Come on, Gloria. Think. This is going to be the shortest investigation in history if you don’t give me something to work with. The suit he threatened you with. He suspected you of embezzling?”

She waves a hand. “It was harassment. He kept the books, for god’s sake. He knew there were no missing funds. It was another ploy to get me to back down. To resume our relationship.”

“I’ll need to see that note. Is it still at the restaurant?”

She nods. “I’ll call the manager and tell him to give you access to the office. Is there anything else?”

“Is there anything else?” I’m having a hard time reconciling this lethargic Gloria with the sharp-tongued harpy I’m used to. “Yeah, Gloria, there’s something else. Why did you go to Rory’s house yesterday? He was blackmailing you for sex. He was alone. You weren’t afraid he’d force himself on you?”

Gloria isn’t listening. She’s focusing on the coffee cup in her hand. A hand that begins to tremble. She places the cup carefully on the table.

That’s when it hits me. “Did you take something, Gloria? A sedative or a tranquilizer?”

This time when she looks at me, I see it. The dilated pupils, the glassy stare. “You did, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t get a moment’s sleep last night. I’m so tired.”

Great. “Stay with me. Tell me about O’Sullivan’s home life. How did his wife act toward you in public? Did she ever let on that she knew the two of you were fuck buddies?”

A spark of life. Gloria leans forward. “If Laura knew we were having an affair, she never let on. Never. We had dinner, the three of us, many times. Sometimes, in the beginning, David joined us, too.”

“You had dinner with David and Rory and his wife while you were screwing Rory. Balls of steel, Gloria. No wonder his wife has it in for you.”

“I know what she told the reporters,” she says. “She lied. I don’t think she knew a thing about Rory and me.”

“At least until last night.”

“Until last night.”

I shake my head. “You’re sure O’Sullivan didn’t say anything to his wife sooner? She says he confessed the affair weeks ago and she forgave him.”

Gloria narrows her eyes. “Let me ask you something. If your husband confessed he was having an affair, would you invite the woman to his birthday party? Or a few days ago, invite her to your home for lunch?”

“Only if strychnine was on the menu.”

She bobs her head. “Exactly. I’m the actress. There’s absolutely no way Laura could have treated me the way she did if she’d known Rory and I were having an affair. She’s his second wife, by the way. The trophy wife. She knew him. She’d have her sensors out for any indication that he was being unfaithful. She’d recognize the signs. After all, it’s how she hooked him. She worked as his personal assistant. Emphasis on the personal .”

Gloria watches me as she spins her tale. It sounds like motive enough. The second wife protecting her turf against the perceived usurper. It’s neat and tidy. It could well be true. All the same, Gloria seems to be overlooking one important fact. While the current Mrs. O’Sullivan may not be an actress, the story she spun for the police was convincing enough to land Gloria in jail.

“I’ll look into the wife’s background. See if she has a gun registered in her name.”

“Your friend, Chief Williams, should be able to help you, right? He’ll give you access to the police reports?”

I shake my head. “He’s on administrative leave. I don’t have a contact in the department right now. Your lawyer will have access to those things. Call Sutherland and have the reports faxed to my office. You have the number.”

I drain the last of the coffee and stand.

Gloria does, too. She extends her hand. “I’ll call right now. Thank you, Anna. For doing this. I know you don’t want to.”

I return the handshake. Oh, but I do want to. The smile on my face must look to Gloria like a gesture of goodwill. The truth is, it’s a gesture of good riddance. One way or the other, Gloria is soon to be history.

I can hardly wait for her to be gone.

WHEN I LEAVE GLORIA, I HEAD TO MY OFFICE. I realize as soon as I’m in the car that she never answered the question of why she went to Rory’s yesterday in the first place. She pulled a neat little trick, distracting me with the coffee cup and the trembling hands. She recovered herself quickly enough, though, when the questions shifted to Mrs. O’Sullivan.

She’s hiding something. I’m tempted to turn around and go right back to the hotel, force her to tell me what O’Sullivan said that sent her scampering to his home. Truthfully, though, there’s another matter I’m more interested in. I want to find out why Frey objected so strongly to my meeting with Sandra. Frey and I have fought some pretty dangerous characters—human and otherwise. He knows I can take care of myself. The fact that he reacted so negatively means something.

Should I take his advice? Call Williams? And yet, when I saw Williams last night, did he offer any advice? Issue any warnings about meeting with Sandra? No. In fact, all he did was push the same buttons. Warn me that I was living a lie and that I’d crawl back into the fold soon enough.

I think Frey is overreacting.

I glance at my watch. I’m not due at Mom’s until later. I may as well resume my reading on the deck of our office. Then when Gloria’s lawyer faxes me the reports, I can look them over right away and decide what to do next.

David and I share an office on Pacific Coast Highway. Close to Seaport Village. Our business, fugitive apprehension, bounty hunting, has boomed in the last year or so. It’s the perfect career choice for two adrenaline junkies. David is an ex-pro football player who couldn’t face the prospect of opening a car dealership or becoming a sportscaster when he retired. I was a schoolteacher who couldn’t face another year of teenage angst.

My parents still don’t understand how I could have made such a radical career change. They never recognized the wild child who only went into education to please her mother. From the beginning, teaching was an ill fit. When I found myself hating the classroom even more than some of my students, I knew it was time to quit. Meeting David in a kickboxing class and listening to his stories about bounty hunting was like a door opening into another world. I only had to throw his six-foot-six frame on his butt a couple of times to convince him to take me on as a partner.

That was almost four years ago.

Before I became vampire.

I unlock the door and step into the empty office. I miss David. Though our relationship isn’t what it was before a rogue vamp attacked and turned me, we still share—what? Love of the chase. Freedom. An appreciation of what making good money does for your lifestyle. Now, with Gloria soon to be but a bitter memory and that point of contention gone, maybe we can start having fun together again.

Yeah. Fun that does not involve eating or showing how strong and fast I’ve become or avoiding mirrored bars and backlit windows.

Not bloody likely.

The most I can hope for is that his next girlfriend doesn’t make it her mission to get me out of his life. God knows, Gloria tried hard enough.