The Whispering Room. Amanda Stevens

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СКАЧАТЬ She knew exactly how Meredith Courtland felt.

      Except she and Johnny had still been together at the time of his death. He had remained, until the very end, the love of her life.

      “Identification was found on the body,” she said. “It’s highly unlikely there’s been a mistake.”

      “But…” Meredith’s voice trailed off, as if she finally realized the futility of false hope.

      “I know this has been a terrible shock for you, and I’m so sorry we have to burden you with all these questions at a time like this,” Evangeline said. “But the sooner we get them out of the way, the sooner we’ll be able to figure out what happened.”

      Meredith nodded. Her blue eyes were brimming again. “Of course. I’ll do whatever I can to help. Paul and I had our differences, but he was…I still cared about him.” The latter she said with a catch in her throat. “I want you to find who did this. I want you to make them pay,” she said fiercely.

      Outside the French doors, Maisie Courtland began to sing again, off-key and at the top of her lungs. She was a beautiful, happy child whose life, from this day forward, would never be the same.

      J.D. had been born after Johnny’s death. Evangeline’s son had never even seen his father, never had the chance to know him, but maybe it was better that way.

      Maybe you can’t miss what you’ve never had.

      “Mrs. Courtland…” Mitchell leaned forward, his gaze searching the woman’s face. “Did your husband ever receive any threats?”

      “What kind of threats?”

      “Guys in prison have a tendency to blame their lawyers,” he explained. “Did your husband ever have any problems with disgruntled clients?”

      “Not that I know of. But…even if he did, he probably wouldn’t have mentioned them to me. Paul was…He used to be very protective.” She swallowed and glanced away.

      “What about his coworkers? Did he get along with the other attorneys at his firm?”

      “Paul was the rainmaker. Everyone loved him.”

      Now it was Evangeline who leaned forward, her gaze scouring Meredith Courtland’s smooth, tanned face. “Do you have any idea who might have wanted your husband dead?”

      She blinked, as if confused by the directness of the question, and then her expression hardened. “That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? You think I had something to do with this. The spouse is always the prime suspect. Especially when there’s an impending divorce.”

      “Right now, all we’re trying to do is come up with a lead. If you can think of anything, anything at all that might give us something to go on, we would certainly be grateful for your cooperation.”

      “My God, if I knew anything, don’t you think I would tell you? He was my husband. My child’s father!”

      Her anger was so quick, the flash of fire in her eyes so genuine, that her reaction told Evangeline more about the woman than an hour’s worth of questions would have yielded. Despite the bitter separation, Meredith Courtland had still been very much in love with her husband.

      Her eyes shifted away, as if she were embarrassed by how much her outburst had revealed.

      “What can you tell us about Paul’s relationship with Sonny Betts?”

      Meredith jerked up her head and she looked at Evangeline with a mixture of fear and revulsion. “They certainly weren’t friends. It was a professional relationship only. Paul believed everyone was entitled to the best defense possible. Even slime like Sonny Betts.”

      “Did you ever meet Betts?”

      “Once at Paul’s office.” She shuddered. “He was not someone I would ever have in my home. I can’t tell you how relieved I was when he and Paul parted ways.”

      “When was this?”

      “Right after the trial.”

      “Did they have a falling-out?”

      “All Paul ever said about it was that his services were no longer required.”

      “The split was amicable, then.”

      “I guess so….” She looked doubtful all of a sudden.

      “What is it?”

      She bit her lip as she glanced out the window, collecting her thoughts. “I don’t know if it means anything…I’d forgotten all about it until now….”

      “That’s okay. The more you can tell us, the better chance we’ll have of finding who did this,” Evangeline persisted.

      “It was a few days after the verdict came back.” Meredith placed the shredded tissue on her thigh and absently smoothed out the wrinkles. “Paul had scheduled some time off from work so that we could go to a friend’s place in the Bahamas. Then all of a sudden, he said he couldn’t get away. Something had come up at work, but he wanted Maisie and me to go on without him. I didn’t really want to…we hadn’t had a family vacation in ages. But he was so insistent, almost as if he were trying to get us out of town.” She paused. “Which I suppose he was and I was just too naive to see the signs.”

      “So you decided to go on the trip without him?” Evangeline prompted.

      “Yes, after some arguing. The night before we were to leave, I finished packing and went to bed early. I’d just dozed off when I heard voices downstairs. Loud voices. I thought Paul must have fallen asleep in front of the television, but when I came downstairs, I saw two men with him in his study. Which struck me as odd because it was after midnight. We never had visitors that late.”

      “Did you recognize the men?”

      “I’d never seen them before in my life.”

      “You said you heard loud voices. Were these men arguing with Paul?”

      “It appeared so. Paul was clearly angry. He kept telling them that he’d done what they asked, and now that the trial was over, he wanted out.”

      “Did you know what he was talking about?”

      “I didn’t have a clue. But the way he kept pacing back and forth…the look in his eyes…” She took another breath. “He wasn’t just angry. He looked scared. I remember he said something about a cop. ‘I don’t want to end up like that dead cop.’ Or words to that effect.”

      A wave of shock rolled through Evangeline. Her face felt frozen, and for the longest moment, she didn’t trust herself to speak.

      Beside her, Mitchell shifted forward on the sofa. “Do you know who he was talking about?”

      “No idea.”

      “Did you ask him about the conversation?”

      “Of course I did. As soon as the men left. The way he was behaving…it frightened me. I don’t know why, but I had a feeling that СКАЧАТЬ