Lisa Gardner - Touch & Go

A whole family can’t fall apart just like that. Even with infidelity. There had to have been cracks, weaknesses in the foundation. But I hadn’t seen them, or hadn’t wanted to see them. Ashlyn was right about one thing: I did run around trying to be perfect and accommodating. I wanted my husband happy. I wanted my daughter happy. And I hadn’t thought that was such a bad thing.

Justin still wasn’t speaking. He watched me comfort our daughter and he didn’t appear angry anymore as much as hollow.

“You shouldn’t have told her so much,” he said finally, to me.

“I didn’t.”

“I figured it out for myself,” Ashlyn interjected. “I’m not an idiot, Dad .”

She pressed her head harder against my shoulder, giving him her back. I continued to stroke her hair.

“We need to stop fighting,” he tried again.

Ashlyn sobbed against me.

“We need…” His voice caught, he soldiered on. “We need to rest. It’s been a long day. But if we just stay calm… They’re going to ask for ransom. The company is going to pay it, and then we’ll go home. Tomorrow is Sunday, so it’ll probably take a few more days. But two, three days tops and this will all be over. We’ll be back in our house. Everything will be okay.”

Ashlyn remained with her head buried against me, so I returned Justin’s look, nodding once so he knew that I had heard him. Then, because I just couldn’t help it, I smiled at my husband sadly.

Poor Justin. Through sheer force of will he’d quadrupled his father’s company, completed dozens of hundred-million-dollar projects and become one of the foremost names in construction. Of course he thought his word was law, that if he could think it, he could make it so.

But he was wrong about things. In a few days, this would not be all over. Kidnapping or no kidnapping, ransom or no ransom, it didn’t matter.

Best I could tell, the total destruction of our family was just beginning.

Chapter 21

TEN P.M., the meeting in the conference room broke up. Not to go home. In an investigation with this much ground to cover, sleeping was a luxury reserved for people who didn’t know the Denbes, had never worked with the Denbes and were not currently assigned the task of finding the Denbes.

In a missing person’s case, the odds of finding the people alive diminished dramatically after the first forty-eight to seventy-two hours. Which was worrisome, because the Denbe family had now been gone for almost exactly twenty-four hours. And as of this moment, the police had no direct contact from the family, no eyewitness accounts of a kidnapping, nor any reported sightings of the family from the general public.

Tessa texted her daughter good night. She had not heard from Sophie all day, which either meant that Mrs. Ennis was doing a great job of keeping her occupied, or that Sophie was currently plotting her revenge. Tessa placed her odds at fifty-fifty, then told herself to let it go.

If Sophie was upset, that was a conversation for later.

Right now, the Denbe family needed her more.

Tessa joined the blond FBI agent, Nicole, and the burly sergeant, Wyatt Foster. They were interviewing Anita Bennett first, and not only was Bennett Tessa’s paying client, but as COO, the person most in the know about possible corporate scandals.

Anita led them to her office. An expansive corner suite with light wood-paneled walls, a stunning Boston view and its own leather sofa. Definitely some money in the construction biz.

Tessa wondered how hard Anita had worked to get this office, a top woman in a predominantly male industry. She had a feeling that for all of the room’s opulence, this was mostly the place where Anita worked, worked and worked some more.

She took a seat on the chocolate-colored sofa. The blond FBI agent positioned herself in a hardback chair directly in front of Anita’s desk. The North Country detective didn’t sit at all, but leaned casually against the wall. He seemed enamored by the fine wood paneling, running one hand along the grain.

Decent-size guy, Tessa thought. She’d place him mid-forties, aging well. Not a big talker, but he had a look about him. Deep thinker, she predicted. The kind who knew a lot more than he let on. Worked the good-old-boy routine, then emptied your wallet in poker.

She made a mental note never to gamble with him, but perhaps buy him a beer. A little collegial warm-up, and he probably had some insights worth hearing.

Special Agent Nicole Adams started with general background. When had Anita first started in Denbe Construction? Her subsequent rise within the corporation?

Anita smiled, clasped her hands and placed them on the desk. “Believe it or not, I’ve been with Denbe thirty-five years. I started fresh out of school. Which gives me the dubious distinction of being the company’s longest-serving employee. Not counting Justin, I suppose, though he was just a teenager back then.”

“So you worked for Justin’s father?” Tessa spoke up.

“That’s right. I was Dale’s secretary. Business was much smaller then. Operated out of an old warehouse in Waltham. But construction is construction. One of those businesses where the more things change, the more they stay the same.”

“You went from secretary to COO?” Special Agent Adams quizzed. “That’s quite a career trajectory.”

“Well, you know, thirty-five years later…” Anita’s smile was more wistful now. The good old days. “Dale was a hard-ass. No doubt about that. Much of Justin’s management style still comes from his father—be the first on site and the last to leave. Demand the most from your employees, but also treat them with respect. Dale was famous for free-beer Fridays. The guys would wrap up for the week, then hang out in the warehouse kicking back with six-packs. You can’t do that sort of thing anymore, of course, the liability alone would kill us. But free-beer Fridays wasn’t just about rewarding the crew; it was about bonding. Making the employees also feel like part of the family. Justin has continued that tradition in his own style. He and Libby are famous for dinner parties with the crew, Sunday afternoon cookouts. Speaking as a key member of Justin’s management team, I’ve never felt that I work for him, as much as I work with him to continue the great tradition of this company.”

“Great family,” Special Agent Adams repeated evenly. “Great company. Great family company.”

Anita beamed, nodding shortly.

Special Agent Adams leaned forward and stated coolly, “Please stop wasting our time.”

The COO startled. Tessa felt her own eyes widen, while against the wall, she watched the sheriff’s detective quickly suppress a grin.

“We are not shareholders. We are not with the Better Business Bureau, nor are we prospective clients. We are here to locate and assist Justin, Libby and Ashlyn Denbe. To be even more frank, we have roughly twenty-four hours to get that job done, or chances are, you won’t see any of them alive again. Do you understand?”

Slowly, the COO nodded.

“Now, to do our job,” Special Agent Adams explained briskly, “we require information. Better yet, we need unvarnished truths. To start with, you went from secretary to COO. How do you account for that level of success, especially as a woman succeeding in a predominantly male industry?”

Anita’s lips thinned. She answered the question in the same brusque tone the FBI agent had used to ask it.

“By working twice as hard as everyone else, of course. Look, Justin’s father was hardly an enlightened male. Dale liked to have a pretty receptionist, and thirty-five years ago, I fit that bill quite nicely. But I was also smart. It didn’t take me long to see that Dale needed help with more than answering phones. He was terrible with paperwork, notorious for losing contracts and a train wreck at account management. I started with arranging his calendar, then took over organizing the entire office. While I was at it, I also started making phone calls, finding vendors who could supply us with cheaper office supplies, then better health insurance, then better workman’s comp. Dale might have been a chauvinist pig, but even he recognized that he was saving tens of thousands of dollars a year. As I said honestly before, Dale was always one to treat his employees with respect. I proved my value, and he promoted me accordingly. By the time he died, I was already running the admin side of things. As Justin grew the company, so did the complexity of our operations. I moved into chief of operations accordingly.”