Stonechild and Rouleau Mysteries 5-Book Bundle. Brenda Chapman

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      Susan stopped walking. “I had no idea. Is Geraldine all right?”

      “It was for the best. Max stole money from her and he was unfaithful.” Pauline turned and looked at Susan and then kept walking. Susan hurried to catch up.

      “Poor Geraldine. I remember how in love she was when they married.”

      Pauline barked a laugh. “If I’ve learned one thing, it’s that you never really know anybody. People act one way but will stab you in the back first chance they get.”

      Susan couldn’t think of a response.

      They walked single file across a walking bridge and then along a narrow curve in the path that wound through a tangle of prickly bushes. Small birds flitted from limb to limb on the branches overhead. The deeper woods were like a cocoon, sounds from the river muffled, the air still and damp. Susan wondered what was going on in Pauline’s head. They’d all worked hard to protect her after Tom deserted her for Laurel. Even still, Pauline had gone through a manic period of pretending her life was glorious before she’d crashed into a state of not eating and depression. Could she have fallen back into that place? Susan caught up to her when the path broke into a clearing and widened so that they could walk two abreast.

      “I’m so sorry Geraldine and Max couldn’t work it out.”

      “Yes, but it’s better this way. Geraldine finally saw him for what he is and now he’s out of her life.”

      Pauline picked up speed as they entered the wood again. The trees were old growth and towered above them, plumy branches casting shadows on the path. Susan hurried to keep pace. Even with the cold temperature, a trickle of sweat dampened the back of her neck inside the down coat.

      “Did you tell anyone we were walking today?” asked Pauline.

      “No. I got your note when Clinton was heading back to the base but didn’t mention it. I’m thinking about leaving him.” Susan said the words aloud for the first time. They felt leaden on her tongue but also freeing.

      Pauline turned her head and stared at her through her dark sunglasses. Susan wished she could see Pauline’s eyes to know what she was thinking. Probably I told you so. Pauline had never liked Clinton.

      “You have a black eye,” said Pauline.

      “I fell.”

      Pauline stared at her for a few moments and then shrugged. “If you say so.”

      They kept walking in silence. Susan wanted to break the wall that had grown between them, but felt helpless. Pauline pointed to the river ahead. The path curved left and a park bench sat in a clearing a few metres from the river. Bulrushes and reeds filled the space between the path and the waterline. It was a pleasant place to sit in the summer when the heat and humidity were too much to bear in the concrete suburbs.

      “How about a cup of tea and then we can head back?” Pauline asked.

      “Lovely.”

      Pauline rushed ahead and wiped the snow from half the bench. “You sit and I’ll stand,” she said. “I’ve been having trouble with my legs and don’t want them to seize up.”

      “Is that new?” Susan asked, concerned.

      “The doctor gave me a new prescription that seems to be helping with the circulation. Here, I’ll pour some tea.” She took off her glove and unscrewed the thermos lid, filling the cup to the brim and handing it to Susan. She took out another plastic cup from her jacket pocket. “I came prepared.” She poured some of the tea into it and raised it to her lips as she set the thermos on the bench next to Susan.

      “Lots of sugar,” said Susan. “Sweet but good,” she added so as not to offend.

      “I figured we’d need some energy.” Pauline watched her drink before turning her back and looking out over the frozen river. “I like it here. It’s so peaceful.”

      “Have you been spending much time with Geraldine and Amy Rose?”

      “Oh yes. There’s something about a baby that makes everything seem worthwhile. You haven’t been to visit?”

      “No. Clinton was home and it was hard to get away.”

      “He never seemed like a good match for you. Why ever did you marry him?”

      “Loneliness, I guess. He was attentive and persistent at the beginning.” Susan laughed. “He still is, come to think of it, but now his behaviour just seems controlling.”

      “Well, drink up. Would you like a bit more before we head back?”

      Susan drained the last of her cup. “No, this is fine, thanks.” She handed the cup in Pauline’s direction, but Pauline had suddenly gone blurry.

      “Wow, I feel dizzy all of a sudden.” She could make out Pauline staring at her from behind those damn sunglasses. Susan started to stand but fell back onto the bench. “Everything is spinning. What … was in … that tea?”

      “GHB, which the kids tell me stands for grievous bodily harm,” Pauline said, matter-of-factly. Her voice was as cold as the frosty air. She poured the tea from her own cup in a long golden stream into the snow. “Causes dizziness, trouble moving, and loss of consciousness. If I’m lucky, seizures and problems breathing. It takes about fifteen minutes to take full effect.”

      “Why?” Susan gripped onto the underside of the bench with both hands to steady herself. Even the fear coursing through her felt off balance.

      “To kill you. Why else? Tom fell for the same trick. Oh, don’t look at me like that. The two of you played me for a fool, but I’ve shown you both that I won’t accept your betrayal. I was out walking that night he spent in your bedroom. I saw him go inside and then the two of you embracing through your bedroom window. I went home and got my car and waited outside until he went home. How long had the affair been going on? Did you think you were Charles and Camilla, screwing around behind my back while we were married? You both must have found it so funny, putting one over on me all these years and laughing at how pathetic I was. Well, she who laughs last….”

      Susan tried to shake her head. Lights trailed like shooting stars across her vision. Pauline had drugged Tom? Horror kept her hanging onto the shreds of reality already slipping away. “Benny,” she mumbled, “too?”

      “I overheard him with Max in the office. They were screwing around on Geraldine and had been for years, just like you and Tom were on me. Sinners, the whole lot of you.” Pauline took a step closer and wrapped a hand under Susan’s arm. She bent down and whispered through clenched teeth into Susan’s ear, “Somebody has to make you pay for your sins, you see that, don’t you? The beauty is that Clinton will be blamed. I’ve left enough clues to put him away for a very long time. Three murders’ worth. That ought to bring you some cold comfort. Geraldine, Amy Rose, and I are going to start a new life free from the lot of you, and you, my dear friend, will find out how it feels to have your life destroyed just as I did.” She cocked her head sideways, “Of course, you won’t remember any of this so you probably won’t know. But whatever.”

      Susan screamed, but her throat barely got the sound out. The wind СКАЧАТЬ