That got her. Her shoulders sagged. “I didn’t even know she was alive until a few weeks ago.”
“You thought she died at birth.”
“And I suppose you also know that bastard stole my daughter? She was the only reason I ran before my court date. I wasn’t about to have a baby while I was in prison, have my child end up in foster care. And it turns out, she was the only thing that could bring me back here. I swear, if James had been in the room when I learned how he’d taken my child, I would have killed him with my bare hands.”
And I believed her. Revisiting her anger had her tensing up, and her grip on the gun seemed viselike now. Did she even know how to use it? An untrained person holding a gun is about the scariest thing on earth. “Listen, I don’t plan on running for the phone or screaming for the neighbors, so could you put the gun down?”
But she was so wound up she started waving the weapon instead, riding her emotions like some freaked-out kid on a roller coaster. “Can you believe what he did to me? How could anyone be that cruel? I lost my daughter and thought it was somehow my fault she died. I believed I deserved what happened, thought I had to be punished for the crime I’d committed.”
Adrenaline spilled into my blood and made my skin prickle with the tension. Keeping my eyes on the .22, I said, “I realize Megan was raised by your worst enemy, but—”
“Her name was Claire.”
“Right,” I said softly. “Claire. But she’s very much alive. A beautiful young woman. Kind and loving. And I know she wants to meet you in the worst way.”
Obviously not the right words. She pointed the gun at my chest. “That will never happen. You will not tell her about me.”
“Okay. Sure. But—”
“Liar,” she spat. “You’ll tell her the first chance you get if I let you live.”
“So kill me, then,” I said, sounding braver than I felt. “But one way or another, she’ll find out. She’s determined to learn the truth about you, and if I’m dead, she’ll find someone else to help her.”
We stared at each other for what seemed an hour, but it had to be only a few seconds. Then she relaxed the gun hand, letting it drop to her side. “He made me pay for what I did to him. For twenty long years.”
“But he’s gone now and maybe you and Megan can—”
“No. My daughter couldn’t possibly forgive me for what I did. I’m a common criminal.” Her eyes had misted, and she blinked several times until they cleared.
“And couldn’t possibly forgive your affair with her father?” I asked, wanting to add, And couldn’t forgive you for killing him? But that question might rile her up enough to make her point that gun my way again.
She nodded. “Believe it or not, I used to love that asshole.”
“And he was Megan’s biological father, right?”
She nodded.
“Listen, I promise to help you work things out with your daughter, but I need all the facts. How did you know about the wedding? How—”
“Abby?” came a muffled voice from the vicinity of the kitchen. Aunt Caroline’s voice. Damn her to hell!
My aunt started pounding on the back door, saying, “I know you’re home.”
As far as Laura Montgomery was concerned, Aunt Caroline might as well have been the FBI. She whirled and rushed out the terrace door into the darkness, shattered glass crunching underfoot, clothespins spinning on the tile after her retreat.
A part of me wanted to run after her, tackle her, make her tell me more, but a loud voice in my head overruled this idea. “Let her go for now,” it said.
So I closed the terrace door and went to let my stupid aunt in. She was the last person I wanted to talk to, especially since she’d just screwed up my chance of finishing the job I was hired for.
“Abby, what’s wrong?” she asked as soon as I let her in.
“Nothing. So glad you dropped by.” No hiding the sarcasm. I was too pissed off. I headed for the coffee-pot to refill the mug I’d emptied on my jeans earlier, not trusting myself even to be civil.
“No coffee for me, thank you. I can’t stay.”
Now, there’s the best news I’ve had all day.
“I see you’re upset,” she said. “You’ve got those little furrows between your eyebrows. Do you know how expensive it is to cosmetically repair damage that could be avoided if you’d pay attention to your emotions, Abigail?”
“No, but I’m sure you do,” I said wearily. “Listen. I’ve had a long day. Why are you here?”
“I found you some work, just as I promised.” She smiled like she’d just invented Coca-Cola.
“I told you not to do that,” I said.
“But Libby needs your help. You remember my friend Libby?”
I nodded, stirring sugar into my coffee. Libby had a fake British accent and carted an Irish wolfhound around in her Mercedes.
“She adopted a new puppy from the shelter—got a schnoodle if you can believe it. Schnoodles are very in. Anyway, this dog has seizures, and Libby feels it’s her responsibility to find the original owner and see if there are more puppies who might be afflicted. She hopes to then find them homes with owners who have the resources to—”
“You want me to work a dog adoption case?” I said through tight lips.
“Why yes. You fancy yourself an investigator and—”
“I don’t investigate dogs... or cats or birds,” I said, my voice rising. “And if she adopts an elephant with hives, I won’t do that case, either!”
Aunt Caroline stepped back, looking indignant. “How ungracious of you, Abigail. I taught you to be—”
“Save it,” I said.
She pulled her fur collar up around her chin. “I came here with the best intentions, hoping to show you that I’m willing to embrace the new working girl Abby. Obviously you don’t appreciate my efforts, and so I will bid you good night.”
She, too, departed into the night, leaving me frustrated and angry.
And then there was the guilt. How did she manage to be such an idiot and still make me feel like everything wrong between us was my own doing?
21
The next morning, after I’d rethought the events of last night, I knew I had to report that Laura Montgomery had returned to the States. Since she had been arrested, though not tried for the embezzlement, that meant the statute of limitations didn’t apply. She was still wanted by the authorities. If I had any intention of moving beyond provisional PI status in the future, I had to play by the rules. I called Angel for advice, and he told me that since Montgomery had fled from a Dallas jurisdiction, I could report my “sighting” on-line. And, since the case was cold, Angel figured it would probably take the Dallas cops at least a week to put someone on it, pull the files, and get back to me. In other words, this approach would buy some time.
Next I called Kate at her office. With Megan’s mother making an appearance, it was time to tell my client what I had learned. That DNA results I’d been so eager to get didn’t even matter anymore, but Kate’s presence when I spoke to Megan did. The receptionist said Kate would be free for lunch at eleven thirty, which gave me an hour to get my act together and make it to the Medical Center. I also needed to find out what had become of Roxanne the Confessor, and once I was on the road, I called Megan to find out.
But she didn’t answer. Travis did.
“Hi, Travis. So what happened with Roxanne’s confession last night?”
“When we got home and told Sylvia what Roxanne had done, all three of us went down to the police station. Roxanne refused to see us. Fielder told us Roxanne is not under arrest, but she decided to keep her overnight as a material witness.”
“No arrest. Obviously Fielder wasn’t convinced by this confession—at least not yet.”
“Yeah. Not yet.”