Take Me Home for Christmas. Brenda Novak

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      “And if your husband doesn’t come back? Will you be able to get through that?”

      Her life would be far easier than if he did. But she couldn’t admit it. “I’ll do my best for my daughter’s sake.”

      “I hope it won’t come to that.”

      She didn’t say anything, merely smiled as he left. Then she called Kelly to see if there’d been any news.

      “Mrs. DeBussi?”

      Her husband’s thirtysomething assistant sounded impatient, upset. At first, Sophia felt guilty, assuming she’d bothered him after hours. It was dark where she was—but then she remembered that Rio was five hours ahead of California. Back home, it was three in the afternoon.

      “I’m sorry to interrupt you again,” she began, slightly put off, but he broke in before she could go any further.

      “No, I’m glad to hear from you. Relieved. As a matter of fact, I was about to call.”

      A tight ball of nerves formed in her belly. He’d never been excited to hear from her before. During their brief encounters, even the ones earlier today, he’d treated her with professional courtesy but that was it. Skip kept his business completely separate from his personal life. He hardly ever talked about what he worked on from day to day, or the places he went—unless it was to brag about some multi-million-dollar deal he’d closed.

      “You’ve heard from my husband,” she said.

      “Not a peep. But I really need to talk to him. He’s not back yet?”

      She might’ve been glad there was still no sign of the man she’d grown to hate, but the anxiety in Kelly’s voice kept her on edge. “No. What’s going on?”

      “The FBI is here. They’re looking for him.”

      So soon? She’d had no idea the Brazilian police were going to contact the FBI. They hadn’t mentioned it. Did the FBI get involved in every case involving a missing American? Maybe if that American disappeared while out of the country. “That was fast. He’s only been gone fifteen hours or so.”

      The tension in his voice rose a notch. “They’re not here for the reason you think. They have a search warrant.”

      Sophia got to her feet. “What does that mean?”

      “They’re demanding access to the offices, the files, everything.” Kelly’s emotions were obviously escalating toward panic. But other than an occasional speeding ticket—usually when he was driving his Ferrari since he had a chauffeur take him to and from the company offices in San Francisco—Skip had never been in trouble with the law.

      “Why?”

      He seemed to make an effort to keep his voice down. “I guess...I guess he’s the target of a probe. They plan to bring him up on criminal charges.”

      Sophia was so stunned she couldn’t speak.

      “Mrs. DeBussi?”

      After clearing her throat, she managed to find her voice. “I’m here. What—what kind of criminal charges?”

      “There’s a whole list. Just a sec, they gave me something—” She heard a flustered sigh, then sheets of paper rattling in the background before he came back on the line. “Here it is. He’s looking at several counts of conspiracy to commit mail and wire fraud, securities fraud and engaging in monetary transactions in property derived from specified unlawful activity.”

      After such a windy day, the night was, by contrast, calm. But Sophia hardly felt calm inside. Conspiracy. Fraud. Unlawful...whatever that was. Those charges sounded like a jumble of very bad words. “And that adds up to...”

      “From what I understand, he could go to prison for the rest of his life.”

      Knees weak, Sophia felt behind her for a chair and sank into it. “It can’t be as bad as that.”

      “They claim to have proof,” he said, “and they think they’re going to uncover more in their search.”

      “They claim?” she echoed. “Is it true? Could it be true? Wouldn’t you know if he was doing something that...terrible?”

      “How would I? He only tells me what he wants me to hear, and he’s never said anything about fraud. But—” he lowered his voice “—he has been acting strange lately.”

      Somehow she’d missed every sign of that. But she’d been in rehab for a month, during which he could’ve done almost anything. During the first two weeks, she wasn’t even allowed to talk to him. And she’d been absolutely focused on maintaining her sobriety ever since. “In what way?”

      “Distracted. Worried.”

      “Why didn’t you say so earlier?” she asked, appalled. “When we called, you claimed everything was fine.” Kelly hadn’t seemed concerned in the least. He’d said that maybe Skip had arranged for a boat to pick him up and take him to Rio or somewhere else in Brazil.

      “I was trying to keep the business running here and I wanted to handle the call the way he’d expect me to. What if I’d gotten everyone worked up and then he returned by nightfall? I never thought...I mean, I guessed a particular deal might not be going well, but there are always ups and downs when you’re managing investments. I had no idea his problems were this serious.”

      Kelly had referred to prison. In a town the size of Whiskey Creek, the humiliation of criminal prosecution would be devastating—not just for her and Skip and his parents, who were so proud of him, but for Alexa, who’d had everything money could buy and was used to feeling important and admired.

      “Those charges you mentioned—mail fraud and...and securities fraud. They’re not murder. They’re not anything...violent. If he gets a good attorney, he’ll be able to stay out of prison, won’t he?”

      “It’s white-collar crime, but those are serious charges.”

      She rubbed her temples. She had such a headache. She needed a drink but refused to succumb to the pressure. How could she handle all this if she was drunk? Lexi needs me.

      “They’re not coming after you, too....”

      “They haven’t said, but I can’t imagine they are. All they have to do is follow the money to know I haven’t been involved.” But his job was in jeopardy. That couldn’t be easy to hear, especially out of the blue.

      “I’m still not clear on what he’s done,” she said. “Or what they say he’s done.”

      “He’s stolen money, Mrs. DeBussi.”

      But he always had so much. Why would he need to steal? “From who?”

      “From his investors.”

      Oh, God... “Then what’s the mail fraud?”

      “I can’t say how that figures in, exactly. It’s one of the СКАЧАТЬ