One True Secret. Bethany Campbell

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “Have you been talking to this person?” Emerson glared at Merriman.

      “I told him the names of some plants,” Claire said.

      “You—” Emerson pointed at Merriman. “Your hour here’s up. Leave now.”

      “Emerson,” Claire objected, “there’s no need to be rude. He hasn’t done anything.”

      Emerson ignored her. She shook her finger at the photographer. “I said time’s up. Leave. You and your sleazy friend.”

      “Emerson!” Claire was shocked. She’d never seen her sister so imperious.

      Merriman stood, picking up his tablet. “I’ll leave,” he said calmly. “And your sister’s right. I asked her about the banyan and the flowers. That’s all we talked about.”

      Claire, too, rose, clutching Bunbury. Merriman turned to her. “Goodbye. And thank you. I hope I’ll see you again.”

      “I—I hope so, too,” Claire stammered, amazing herself.

      Then Merriman was leaving, and Claire felt a sense of something almost like bereavement. He nodded to Emerson. “Good day, Miss Roth. I’m sorry to have upset you.”

      As soon as he was out of the gate, Emerson slammed it behind him.

      “Em! Why were you so hateful?” Claire protested.

      “He’s a nice man. He really is.”

      “Nice?” Emerson fumed. “Those men are treacherous. They want to ruin us.”

      Claire shook her head stubbornly. “I can’t believe that about him. I won’t.”

      “You will when you know the truth. Come inside. Nana’s got to hear this. We need to have a council of war.”

      “War?” Claire echoed, horrified.

      “Yes.” Emerson said it with ferocious conviction. “War.”

      “GOOD GOD,” Merriman complained, “what did you do to that woman? What did you say to her?”

      As the car passed through the gates to the estate, rain began to fall in fat, cold drops. Eli glowered at the sky as if even the heavens had decided to punish him. “I told her the truth.”

      “What truth?” Merriman asked, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Hey, put the top up, will you?”

      “I told her that Mondragon had a detective investigating them. And he found out some strange things.”

      He punched the button that brought the convertible’s top up. He punched it savagely because it suited his mood. The top rose with a smooth whir.

      Merriman stared at him with an expression of disgust. “A detective? You never told me that. I’m surprised she didn’t knock your block off.”

      “She tried,” Eli said from between his teeth. He still remembered how swiftly she’d drawn her hand back to slap him. And his feet hurt from walking on burrs. He was still barefoot, his feet scratched and bleeding.

      “I don’t blame her,” Merriman said. “Why’d you tell her? It was sure to rile her.”

      “I had to tell her so she’d stop trying to stonewall me,” Eli said. The car clattered over the rusted metal bridge.

      “She doesn’t like it, but I’ve got her where I want her, and she knows it. That’s why she’s mad.”

      “Great. I was just starting to get somewhere with the sister, and you make me seem like a…spy or something.” Merriman swore and stared glumly out at the rain.

      Eli frowned at him. “Get somewhere with her? You mean you were actually getting information out of her?”

      Merriman shot him a dirty look. “I don’t want information. I like her. I’ve never met anybody like her. And now you’ve queered it. She’ll think I’m a weasel.”

      Eli grimaced in disbelief. “You like her? You’re supposed to be a professional. We’re here on a story. She’s part of it. If she talked to you, what in hell did she say?”

      “We talked about flowers. I patted her cat. She seemed to trust me, but now—”

      “You petted her cat? You talked about flowers? Does the word journalism have no meaning for you?”

      “I’m just the guy who takes pictures. You’re the investigator.”

      “Before you saw the broad, you were singing a different song,” Eli accused.

      “She’s not a broad,” Merriman retorted. “She’s a lady. Now I’ll probably never see her again—thanks to you.”

      “My heart bleeds.”

      Merriman narrowed his eyes. “You know, for a guy who has Emerson Roth exactly where he wants, you’re in a rotten mood. You know what I think? I think you’ve got the hots for her. And you blew your chance with her—big time. Smooth, Garner.”

      Merriman’s words annoyed Eli because they were true. Emerson Roth was a beautiful woman. But more than that, she had spirit, she was smart…and loyal to a fault. He didn’t want her to be guilty of high crimes and misdemeanors, but he feared she was.

      He wanted her to have a reasonable, moral excuse for the games her family played. He didn’t want her to hate him. But it was too late for that. The damage was done.

      Eli was relentless; it went with his job. He could go beyond relentless to ruthless when he had to, and he had been ruthless with Emerson.

      She would talk to him again tomorrow because she had no choice.

      And he would show her no mercy. Because he couldn’t.

      THE THREE WOMEN sat in the living room. It was a large, airy room, and most days light flooded through the big windows.

      But the sun was hidden in the gloom of fast-moving clouds, and rain beat against the glass. Emerson sat alone on the white couch, and Claire sat in the rattan rocker, looking atypically rebellious. Nana got up from the armchair and switched on the Tiffany lamp.

      She turned to face the two young women. “So, Em, what did this detective tell the Garner man?”

      “I don’t know,” Emerson admitted unhappily. “That’s why I have to talk to him again. To see how much he knows.”

      Nana moved to the Queen Anne chair and sat down, looking small but regal. She twined her gnarled fingers together. “They looked at our credit card records?”

      “Yes,” Emerson said bitterly. She’d warned them to be careful with credit cards. Emerson herself was careful even with checks. She paid cash whenever possible.

      She cast an accusing glance at Claire. “Why did you charge our prescriptions so often? Why didn’t you think?”

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