Courting Danger. Carol Stephenson

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Presented with a wailing baby, Hilary with her code of family duty had more than risen to the occasion. She had given me a home, such as it was. She had given all that she could.

      It was not her fault that the burden of being a Rochelle had long ago burned out any softer emotions in her. And not my fault that I could never measure up to her level of perfection.

      I placed the glass on the table without the slightest clink, as I had been taught. I folded my napkin, and along with it a child’s desperate need for love, and tucked it beside the glass.

      “Aunt Hilary, you know I’ll always be grateful for what you did for me.”

      The faint lines of displeasure framing her mouth eased. She nodded and leaned back in her chair.

      “Your new office is doing well?”

      I couldn’t resist a quick grin. “The Law Firm of Debt, Default and Miscarriage is doing great.”

      Her fine brows knitted. “I beg your pardon?”

      “An insider’s joke. When Carling, Nicole and I were in law school, we used to joke about opening a practice with that name.”

      Remembering those days in the local bar frequented by the law students, and my friends’ discussions late into the night, satisfaction once more surged in me. By God, we had done it. After all the pain, setbacks and disappointments the three of us had experienced in our careers, we had joined forces to open our own firm. We would make it on our own, defying the all-old-boys’ network that still prevailed in this neck of the legal world.

      “Oh, I see.” My aunt cleared her throat. “I would imagine you’ll be handling only civil matters given what happened to you at the U.S. Attorney’s office.”

      Ah, here we go. She finally was getting to the reason she had summoned me. She was going to make a last-ditch effort to convince me to take a “title only” position with one of the family’s businesses. Hilary always manipulated a person until she had you trapped in a corner with no escape.

      I kept my voice cool and level; she must not hear any uncertainty or vulnerability in my tone.

      “No, we’re a criminal defense firm, which means I’ll be helping people charged with anything from misdemeanors to felonies.” That is, as soon as I could get my own clients rather than taking files over from Carling and Nicole. Their former positions with the Public Defender and State Attorney offices had given them a decided advantage in referrals. My past wasn’t so kind. It was not every day a CEO caught with his hand in the employee pension cookie jar—the kind I used to prosecute—walked off the street into a small law firm.

      Maybe, just maybe, my victory this morning would help to rebuild my damaged reputation. Using my trust-fund monies for the start-up costs of the firm only made me a financial partner. For my self-respect I had to pull my own weight with client referrals.

      “I have a…favor to ask of you.”

      Although I maintained a relaxed pose, my Hilary antenna quivered. What was she up to? She demanded, ordered and, in short, expected people to snap to do her bidding. The word “ask” was not in her vocabulary. Certainly, her imperious summons this morning hadn’t suggested this new approach.

      “A favor? From me?”

      “On a professional basis.”

      I couldn’t help myself, I gaped. “You want legal advice?”

      Anger sparked in her crystalline blue eyes. “You still call yourself a lawyer, don’t you?”

      Ah, her infamous disdain. With one efficient slash she could cut you off at the knees.

      My own temper flickered. “Not call. Am.”

      “Have you heard the latest about Grace Roberts’s death?”

      Disbelief once more swelled inside me. Grace, the vivacious and efficient young woman who had maneuvered her way into becoming my aunt’s assistant, was dead. Violent death to people I knew was becoming a constant in my life, and that nasty realization had caused more than one sleepless night this past week.

      “Nothing more than the brief coverage in the morning paper.”

      “You’re aware she was killed in the old courthouse.” Hilary kept her eyes on my face. If she was waiting for a reaction she was going to be sorely disappointed.

      “Yes.” Then, damned if my hand, on its own volition, didn’t stray toward the tube of tablets concealed in my pocket. My aunt’s eagle-sharp gaze tracked my movement. I brought my hand forward, empty.

      “They’ve arrested Lloyd Silber for her murder.”

      “What?” My mouth dropped open. Lloyd, director of the courthouse restoration project, was about as debonair and dedicated as they come.

      “Close your mouth, Katherine. You could catch every mosquito along the beach the way you’re gaping.”

      “Yes, ma’am.” I swallowed. “Why do the police think Lloyd killed Grace?”

      Hilary shrugged. “The usual. A young, pretty volunteer. A straying man who wasn’t about to divorce his wife.”

      “Lloyd and Grace were an item?”

      “That’s the rumor.”

      No way. Grace was engaged to a drop-dead gorgeous executive of a high-tech company. More than once she had rubbed my nose in the fact after my relationship with my former boss had crashed and burned. Grace had had visions of a many-carat diamond ring and a waterfront mansion dancing in her head. She wouldn’t have wasted one flutter of her eyelashes on an older man like Lloyd who had lost everything when the limited-partnership tax laws had changed.

      “I can see your mind is already at work, springing to Lloyd’s defense.”

      “It’s just not possible—”

      Hilary held up her hand. “This is exactly why I wanted to see you. For once in your life, I want you to leave well enough alone and say no.”

      “You’ve lost me.”

      “Meredith Silber, poor fool, believes her husband is innocent. She called me this morning to ask if I thought you would represent him.”

      My breath hitched and excitement skittered along my nerves. The Silbers wanted me?

      “I want you to refuse.”

      My brief spike of adrenaline flattened. “Why? I know you’ve never wanted me to become an attorney but—”

      “But would you listen to reason? Of course not. You talked grand plans about the pursuit of justice. Where has this insane need gotten you? Once more in disgrace. Do you enjoy dragging the Rochelle name in the mud?”

      Indignation frosted my voice. “I had nothing to do with that mess at the U.S. Attorney’s office and you know it. Harold Lowell was accepting campaign contributions under the table from his staff and other influential people. What was I supposed to do? Just sit there and let him get away with it?”

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