Behind The Mask. Metsy Hingle

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СКАЧАТЬ Janie joined him a short time later, she smiled at the sight of the tea fixings. “It’s kind of late for coffee, isn’t it?” she asked as she selected her tea and poured the steaming water into the cup to steep.

      “I could use the caffeine. I’ve got a lot of prep work to do tonight if I hope to leave in the morning.”

      “More corporate espionage? Or another one of those millionaire investors who skipped town with his clients’ money?”

      “A runaway wife.”

      Janie arched her eyebrow as she added sugar to her tea. “I thought you’d sworn off those types of cases and were sticking with the corporate stuff.”

      “I did, and I was. But the lady’s husband made me an offer I couldn’t refuse,” he said in his best Brando/godfather imitation.

      Janie laughed and passed him the milk for his coffee. “That was terrible. I hope the guy didn’t actually sound that bad.”

      “He didn’t. But he might as well have. I didn’t like him.”

      “Then why’d you take the case?” she asked.

      “The money primarily. He offered me a million bucks to find her.”

      Janie nearly choked on her tea. “Who is this guy?”

      “You know I can’t tell you that.” And the truth was, he suspected Janie would be better off not knowing. “Let’s just say, he’s someone with deep pockets who desperately wants his much younger wife back.”

      “You said money was the primary reason. What’s the other one?”

      “The woman swiped the guy’s kid. A little boy who’s three. I may not have liked the man, but he has a right to see his child. And the kid has a right to know his father.” He couldn’t help thinking once again how Petey and Micky hadn’t had a chance to know their own father.

      Janie reached across the table, patted his hand. “See what I mean about that honorable streak of yours?”

      “It’s a job, Janie,” he said.

      “It’s more than a job. You’re doing it for the little boy.”

      “And the money.”

      “All right, for the money, too. But something tells me you could have said no to the money, but not to helping that little boy.”

      It was true, which made him feel like a sap. He didn’t even know the kid, but the photo he’d gotten from Webster had shown a brown-haired little boy with serious dark eyes. “Maybe,” he finally conceded. “But the money was a big factor, too. Speaking of which, I want you to have this for the boys.” He slid a bank book across the table to Janie. He’d opened an account in her sons’ names into which he’d deposited the bulk of the retainer.

      Janie’s eyes widened as she stared at the bank book. Then she shoved the book back at him. “I can’t accept this. I can’t believe you actually thought that I would. It’s bad enough that I allowed you to pay for their karate lessons. But this…this is going too far.”

      “Come on, Janie. You’ve been worried for months about being laid off from your job. That money will take some of the pressure off and even allow you to plan for the boys’ futures.”

      “They’re my sons, Michael, and my responsibility. Not yours.”

      “I’m their godfather. What’s wrong with me wanting to help?”

      “What’s wrong is that you’re working at a job you hate. You’ve cut off ties with a father you adored, out of some misplaced sense of guilt. You have no close friendships outside of me and the boys, and I can’t even remember the last time you had a woman in your life.”

      “There are tons of women in my life,” he said defensively.

      “I’m talking about a serious relationship—not one that consists of a casual dinner followed by casual sex.”

      Because she was hitting some sore spots, he fired back without thinking, “And what about you, Janie? You’re pretty, smart and one of the best women I know, but I don’t see you letting any guy get close to you.”

      “I’ll admit I have been gun-shy for a long time because of what Pete did. But there is someone I’m sort of seeing.”

      “There is?” he countered, stunned by the news. Immediately protective, he asked, “Who is he?”

      “No one you know. Besides, it’s nothing serious. Not yet anyway. But at least I’m willing to take a chance again. You need to, as well.” She let out a breath. “Look, I really appreciate this,” she said, indicating the bank book. “But I can’t accept it.”

      “Listen, I know it seems like a lot of money, but it’s just the retainer I got for this case. When I find the woman and her son, I’m going to collect the rest of my fee.” He saw no point in telling her that if he didn’t find Mrs. Webster and her son, he would have to return the money.

      “But it’s your money. You should use it to do something for you.”

      He grinned at her. “When I collect the balance, I plan to. I’m going to buy that sailboat I’ve had my eye on, take some time off and spend it sailing.” He caught her hand, placed the bank book in it. “But right now, I want you to have this. For the boys.”

      “But suppose you can’t find this woman?” Janie asked.

      “Oh, I’ll find her all right.” Elisabeth Webster didn’t have a prayer at remaining hidden from him. “You can count on it.”

      Four

      “Yeah, that’s her. That’s Beth,” the woman named Susie, working behind the drugstore counter, told Michael as she studied the photograph of Elisabeth Webster he’d shown her. “Only she wasn’t wearing any diamonds like those when she worked here.”

      Excited to have finally come across someone who had actually been able to identify the Webster woman, he asked, “Can you remember how long ago that was?”

      “Gee, probably two—no, two and a half months ago. I remember because she quit right after Thanksgiving weekend without giving Mr. Perkins any notice. He was pretty steamed, it being the holidays and all.”

      At least he was getting closer, Michael told himself. After spending the past ten days retracing Elisabeth Webster’s path through Florida and Mississippi, he’d ended up in the small, quiet town of El Dorado, Arkansas, population twenty-five thousand. Not exactly a hot spot like Miami and West Palm Beach where she’d lived and partied with her husband for the past seven years. It certainly was an odd choice for a woman who was used to the nightclub scene. “Your boss mentioned she left because of a family emergency.” Which, in itself, was interesting, Michael decided, since he’d been able to find no family whatsoever for Elisabeth Webster other than her husband and son.

      “Susie, how about a piece of that pie?” a burly-looking guy called out from the end of the counter.

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