With Malice. Rachel Lee

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СКАЧАТЬ clapped a hand on his shoulder. “I know, Grant. I know. Get on home to them.”

      “Thanks, Art.”

      “A friend?” Karen asked when he returned to the car.

      “A friend.”

      “You seem to make close friends, Senator.”

      He studied her eyes for portents of an ulterior motive but saw none. “I do, I guess. In the end, what else is there but those we love and the memories we make with them?”

      She nodded, glancing toward Art Wallace as he walked back around a copse of trees toward his house. “That’s a beautiful sentiment, Senator. Do you ever disagree with any of your friends?”

      “What are you suggesting?”

      Those clear gray eyes of hers returned to him. “I just wondered if you ever had any disagreements with your neighbors. People are human, after all. This neighborhood can’t be Eden before the fall.”

      “No, it’s not. Of course we don’t all see eye-to-eye on everything. Fortunately, we’re all too civilized to get nasty about it.”

      She nodded. “What kinds of things do you disagree about?”

      He gave her a crooked smile. “Politics, mainly. Given my position, I’m a lightning rod for such discussions. But they’re my constituents, too, so I listen. Matt Witherspoon, across the street, cordially dislikes my position on gun control. I have no doubt he votes against me.”

      She nodded. “And the guy you just talked to?”

      Now a look of faint amusement brightened his gaze, momentarily erasing his grief. “Art? Art and I have been close friends for about ten years now. It doesn’t bother me in the least that he volunteers for Randall Youngblood.”

      “Youngblood?”

      “The head of the cane growers’ association. He’s lobbying against my environmental bill.”

      “And your neighbor volunteers for him?”

      “Why not? It’s his constitutional right to oppose legislation.” He cocked his head. “You know, Detective, it’s entirely possible for gentlemen to disagree and still be friends. In fact, I don’t believe Congress has settled legislation at gunpoint once in its entire history.”

      Her face revealed nothing. “It’s my job to ask these questions.”

      He felt a twinge of embarrassment. “Of course it is. I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve never had a disagreement with any of my neighbors that’s even reached the level of raised voices.”

      She nodded, still expressionless.

      “Thank you for your help, Detective.”

      “It’s my job, Senator. I’ll keep you posted.”

      He drove away, headed back to grief, but for the moment feeling only shame at his overreaction to Detective Sweeney’s questions. He usually displayed more self-control than that.

      But there had been enough ugliness in the last twenty-four hours, and he was damned if he was going to start suspecting everyone he knew.

      At least not until he had evidence.

      6

      After the senator disappeared down the street, Karen decided it might be a good time to try to interview the neighbors again. This morning, by the time she’d sent some uniforms around to ask questions, everybody appeared to have gone off to work. Or maybe they weren’t answering their doors. But now it was late afternoon, and surely some of them would be home.

      Unfortunately, most still weren’t. She worked her way up and down the street, and managed to talk to only two women, both of whom denied having seen or heard a thing. That left the senator’s next-door friend, the guy who said he’d heard a car. He’d been gone, too, when they’d gotten around to trying to question him.

      But he was home now, and he invited her inside pleasantly. He even offered her a cup of coffee. Ordinarily she would have declined, but she decided instead to accept, wanting to make this interview as comfortable and friendly as possible in the hope that this friend of the senator’s would relax enough to grow chatty.

      As he gave her a mug of coffee and sat facing her across the coffee table between two sofas, he said, “I suppose you want to know if I know anything more about that car I heard last night.”

      “That’s one of the things, yes. Delicious coffee.”

      He beamed. “I can’t take credit for that. It’s a Starbucks blend.”

      Of course. Starbucks. In this neighborhood she was rather surprised it wasn’t something even more exotic. “Well, you brewed it perfectly,” she said, and smiled.

      “Thank you.” He managed a look of embarrassed pleasure to perfection. She found herself wondering if it was real or practiced. Then she chided herself for being unnecessarily suspicious.

      “But about the car,” he said. “I’m not sure it had anything to do with what happened to Abby.” His lips trembled a bit at the outer corners, and he paused a moment, clearly gathering himself. “I mean, how would I know?”

      “Of course you don’t know,” she said reassuringly. “But I have to follow every possible lead.”

      “Of course.” He nodded and put his own coffee mug on a coaster on the highly polished table. “Well, I don’t really know anything except what I told you. I think it was about one o’clock. I seem to remember glancing at the digital clock on the headboard. Anyway, I can’t be certain of the exact time.”

      She nodded and pulled a pad from her jacket pocket, making notes. “You said it had a loud muffler.”

      “Yes. One of those things some people seem to like. But it did have a muffler. I’ve heard cars without one. There’s no mistaking that sound.”

      “No, there isn’t.” She nodded pleasantly. “Did it start or stop?”

      He cocked his head, thinking. “No, I don’t think so. Or at least I didn’t hear it. What woke me up was the gunning of the engine.” He nodded to himself. “Yes, that’s what it was. The car’s engine gunned at least a couple of times. Then it drove away down toward Mulberry.”

      Karen scribbled a few more notes, then glanced at the toys in one corner of the room, a dollhouse with dozens of pieces of furniture. “Did your wife hear it, too?”

      He seemed to jerk, an almost spastic movement. His face grew as rigid as a mask. “My ex-wife,” he said shortly, “is taking a world cruise with her new husband.”

      “I’m sorry. I assumed, because of the toys…”

      He glanced toward the corner, then nodded stiffly. “It’s all right. It’s a natural assumption. My daughters are staying with me until their mother returns.”

      She nodded, making another note, СКАЧАТЬ