The Girl Who Wouldn't Stay Dead. Cassie Miles
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Название: The Girl Who Wouldn't Stay Dead
Автор: Cassie Miles
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежные детективы
isbn: 9781474079457
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The cream-colored wall opposite the curtained windows had displayed framed photos of various shapes and sizes. Many were pictures of Patricia with celebrities or heads of state or family members. None had showed Patricia’s ex-husband, a man who she and Jamison had referred to as “dead to her.” Do I fall into that category? She’d searched the wall for a sign of her relationship with Patricia. There had been several photos of Jamison, but Emily saw none—not even a group photo—with her own smiling face. Patricia had erased her from the family. So typical!
The door had opened, and a woman had stepped into the library.
Embarrassed to be caught looking at photos, Emily had taken a step back. “Are they ready to start?” she’d asked.
“Not quite yet,” the woman had said. “I thought I saw you come in here. I wanted a chance to meet you before the reading.”
Emily’s gaze had focused on the Oriental carpet. She hadn’t been really interested in mingling or meeting people. With trepidation, she’d looked up. The woman’s legs were a mile long, and she was dressed in the height of Aspen chic. Her hair was long, straight and a deep auburn. Her face had had a hard expression that Emily would never forget.
“We’ve met,” Emily had said.
“I don’t think so.” Not even a hint of a smile. This woman had been as cold as a frozen rainbow trout.
The first time Emily had seen her, she’d been preoccupied—tangled in the sheets and having sex with Jamison. “You’re Kate Sylvester.”
“Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”
Emily hadn’t refused, even though she doubted she’d be much help. She hadn’t talked to Jamison in months, and she’d heard that Kate was living with him. Why had she wanted to ask so many weird questions about Jamison’s finances?
In her unconscious state, she heard the distant sound of alarm bells. At Patricia’s chalet, she’d been more preoccupied with keeping her equilibrium after the Riggs family’s open contempt had thrown her off her game. She hadn’t given Kate a second thought.
But now? After the attempt on her life?
Everything about the will reading took on a much darker tinge.
When she woke up, she had to remember to tell Connor about this connection that spanned the country from Aspen to Jamison’s New York investment firm.
In a vacant office near the emergency exit, SAC Wellborn assumed the position of authority behind the desk. Patricia and Aunt Glenda sat opposite him while Connor remained standing with his back against the closed door. The only thing keeping him awake was a fresh surge of adrenaline, and he thoroughly resented that the Riggs women held coffee mugs from the hospital cafeteria in their manicured hands.
He hadn’t seen Aunt Glenda in four or five years. She hadn’t aged, which was a testament to plastic surgery and stringent maintenance procedures. He knew for a fact that she was in her late seventies. Her straight hair—solid black without a trace of gray—was pulled up in a high ponytail, showing off her sharp features. Though the never-married matriarch of the Riggs family might be described as a handsome woman, Connor thought she looked like a crow with her black hair and beady eyes.
“Where’s Phillip?” he asked.
“Dealing with another matter,” Patricia said. Her upper lip curled in a sneer. She really didn’t like him.
The feeling was mutual. Connor couldn’t resist baiting her. “Your baby brother should be here. Whatever he’s doing can’t be more important than talking to the FBI.”
“Phillip is accompanying Dr. Thorson.” Her hostility flared. “Because of your absurd accusations, Eric is in trouble with the hospital administration. Phillip went with him, hoping to smooth the waters.”
Reading between the lines, Connor figured that Phillip would get Thorson off the hook with a big fat juicy donation to the hospital. Not only was the Riggs family wealthy, but they’d been in Aspen for a long time and wielded a lot of influence. Some of the cousins were on the city council, and Phillip had considered running for mayor. Their uncaring manipulation of power made Connor want revenge. Suing them wasn’t enough. He wanted blood.
Wellborn placed a small recording device on the desk. “I’ll be making a permanent record of this conversation.” He stated the date, the location and the people in the room.
Before he could proceed, Patricia rapped on the desktop. “Excuse me, should we have a lawyer present?”
“That will not be necessary,” Aunt Glenda pronounced. “We wish to do everything possible to be helpful. I feel partially responsible for Emily’s accident. When she left, I should have sent someone along with her or had her followed.”
“Why is that?” Wellborn asked.
“Isn’t it obvious? After hearing about her inheritance, she was so thrilled and excited that she couldn’t keep her little car on the road.” Glenda spoke with absolute confidence. “We’ll do whatever we can to take care of Emily. That includes opening my home to her and hiring a nurse to watch over her.”
Patricia backed up her aunt with a barrage of commentary, describing the facilities at Glenda’s sprawling cattle ranch, which included a barn, a bunkhouse and a hangar for a small single-engine airplane—none of which seemed pertinent to the care of a woman in an induced coma. But Patricia was on a roll, babbling about how much she liked Emily and how much they had in common and many, many, many other lies.
Wellborn interrupted, “Why didn’t you consult with Mr. Gallagher before moving the patient?”
Glenda held up a hand to silence her niece. “It simply never occurred to me. I don’t know what Connor has been telling you, but he has no relationship with Emily.”
Wellborn looked toward Connor. “I thought you were her fiancé.”
“No.”
Patricia took her shot. “You lied. So pathetic! You’ve always been insanely jealous of Jamison. You envied his success, his style and now his wife. What’s the matter, Connor? Can’t find a girlfriend of your own?”
Rather than going on the defensive and trying to justify his lying, he sidestepped. “Aunt Glenda is right. My relationship with Emily is irrelevant. However, her advance directive documents give me durable power of attorney and appoint me as the decision maker for her medical care. I’ll be happy to show you the paperwork.”
“Which brings me back to my initial question,” Wellborn said. “Why not talk to Connor before transporting an unconscious woman to your ranch?”
Glenda looked down her beak. “How would I know he was responsible?”
“Thorson knew,” Connor said. That fact was indisputable.
“But I didn’t.” Glenda sniffed as though she’d caught a whiff of rotten eggs. Apparently, СКАЧАТЬ