Название: Reconcilable Differences
Автор: Ana Leigh
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежные детективы
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He could see she was trembling. He wasn’t in the best condition himself. The walk and night air had worked off most of the Scotch, but he still was in no condition for a face-off with her.
“Sorry, I only have beer or Scotch to offer you. If I remember, your tastes run toward white wine. Of course, that was six years ago. It would appear that many of your tastes have changed since then.”
“I don’t want anything to drink. I need someone’s advice.”
“Daddy out of town?”
She flinched at the sarcasm. “Please, Dave, let’s not throw darts at each other.”
So what if the remark was childish and spiteful? Thanks to her he had stored up six years of bitterness and resentment. It was about time he got some of it off his chest.
“So what’s so important? Say what you came to say and get out of here.”
She bolted to her feet and headed for the door. “I can see this was a mistake.” She paused at the door and looked back accusingly.
“You used to be a nice guy, Dave. I’m sorry I bothered you.” She turned again to depart.
“That’s the kettle calling the pot black.”
She spun on her heel. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“You’ve got a short memory, lady. Have you forgotten we walked in on that ménage à trois you were about to enjoy. Or were you too drunk to remember?”
“You don’t understand. That was happening against my will. I couldn’t stop them.”
“Yeah, right. And you weren’t stinking drunk either. They drugged you. Right? Look, Mrs. Manning, whatever bedroom games you and your husband like to play is not my business.”
“It’s true. They did drug me,” she cried out.
“You said you had something important to tell me. Does it relate to Colin McDermott?”
“I think Robert is mixed up in some kind of crooked operation with McDermott and bin Muzzar.”
He snorted. “Gee, you don’t say.”
“Forget it.”
She opened the door to leave. He was being stupid. Letting his emotions cloud his common sense. Maybe she did know something that could help the Agency and it would be prudent for him to listen to her.
“Okay. Okay. Relax. Let’s hear it.”
She closed the door and came back and sat down. “If you don’t mind, I will have something to drink. A glass of water will be fine.”
A half wall separated the living room from the kitchen. Trish watched him as he got an ice tray out of the freezer. She could envision the play of muscles across his shoulders as he worked at releasing the cubes and yearned to go up behind him and slip her arms around his waist, cuddle against him and lay her head against his back the way she had done so often when they were together.
“How long have you lived here, Dave?”
“Came back to D.C. about three years ago.”
Three years. She’d still been single three years ago. If only she’d known. If only…
He came back and handed her the glass of water. “You still living in that apartment we had?”
“No. I moved back home shortly after I married Robert.”
“When did you get married?”
“Two years ago.”
“Two years.” Remorse flickered in his eyes. For a long moment their gazes locked, and she wondered if he was thinking the same thoughts she was. Then he walked away and leaned against the wall again.
“So what is it you came to say?”
Trish took a drink of the water and then put the glass aside.
“I don’t know if there’s anything to this. It very well could be entirely innocent, but nevertheless certainly unusual. I remembered Mr. McDermott saying something about diamonds to Robert and Ali.” She paused, waiting for him to absorb what she had just told him.
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