“That’s right,” Miles agreed, “but you’re forgetting one thing: Coleman had no motive to murder Ashley until everyone discovered who she really was.”
Part Two.Sleeping Beauty
Chapter Seventeen
Ashley chose San Giorgio for her meeting with Jerry Philips because tourists rarely visited the little Tuscan hill town. The narrow, dusty streets were anything but picturesque, and none of the local shops sold goods that would be of interest to vacationers from Wisconsin or Osaka. Its only possible tourist attraction, a thirteenth-century castle, was in disrepair because there wasn’t money to maintain it. Weeds had conquered battlements that had kept out human invaders for hundreds of years.
Chestnut trees shaded the piazza. There was a stone church with no famous frescos or relics at one end, and a restaurant at the other. In the center of the piazza stood an uninteresting fountain that was bone-dry at the moment. Ashley arrived an hour early and watched the square from the upper story of the church to make sure that her attorney had not been followed.
Jerry Philips had sent an email requesting an emergency meeting several weeks ago, but Ashley had not checked her messages until two days before, when she’d dropped into a cybercafé in Siena. Lawyer and client had exchanged several frantic messages. Ashley asked why Jerry needed to see her in person. Jerry swore that he should be with her when he explained a matter of the utmost importance. Time was of the essence, he had insisted, and he’d proved it by flying out of Portland the day Ashley agreed to the meeting.
Shortly after the churchbells rang in six o’clock, Philips appeared at the end of one of the cobblestone streets that emptied into the town square. He paused in the shade of a chestnut tree to catch his breath. The sun was still blazing in a clear blue Italian sky and the temperature was in the nineties. Jerry was sweating heavily. He’d had to park in a lot at the base of the hill, because the twisting streets were too narrow for ordinary traffic. The only vehicles he’d seen were small trucks delivering to the shops of the town. When one passed him on the way out of San Giorgio he’d been forced to press himself against a wall to avoid being hit.
Ashley watched Jerry drag himself across the piazza to the restaurant. She’d always liked her lawyer. She remembered how young she thought he was when they first met. Maybe that was it. He’d never seemed that much older than she was, even though he was an adult. She studied him as he scanned the piazza. He was dressing better than he had when they’d first met; he’d switched to contacts, and his hair was shorter. He looked handsome. Ashley smiled. Despite her reservations about meeting anyone who could lead Joshua Maxfield to her, it felt good to see a familiar face.
At the restaurant, two old men dressed in worn brown suits and open-necked white shirts were sipping espresso at a table on the piazza and debating the fortunes of a local football team. Another man, covered in dust-a laborer, a mason perhaps-was eating a sandwich and reading a newspaper. Jerry sat apart from them at a small table that was shaded by an umbrella. He angled his chair so he was completely in its shadow. Ashley saw him check his watch. After a minute he took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. Ashley left the church.
The trek from the lot had made Jerry thirsty but there was no waiter in sight. He craned his neck toward the door of the restaurant. When he turned back, a woman with short, jet-black hair was sitting down at his table. She was dressed in a powder-blue shirt and tan slacks. Sunglasses hid her eyes. Jerry’s face split into a grin.
“I didn’t recognize you for a moment,” he said. “You look great. The dark hair suits you.”
Ashley touched her hair self-consciously. “Blond stands out like neon here.”
As she spoke, Ashley checked for signs of danger.
“I’m pretty sure I wasn’t followed,” Jerry said to allay her fears. “When we hung up I phoned for tickets and I left for the airport two hours later. No one would even know that I was meeting you. I drove straight here as soon as I landed in Florence.”
A waiter appeared in the doorway of the café.
“How well do you know this place?” Jerry asked.
“Why?” Ashley asked, quickly looking over her shoulder.
Jerry laughed. “Will you relax? I asked because I’m famished. I’ve been traveling for twenty hours and all I’ve eaten is the crap food on the plane. What’s good here? This is Italy. They must serve pasta.”
The tension drained out of Ashley’s shoulders and she laughed, too.
“Sorry. It’s just…”
“You don’t have to explain. You just have to get me something to eat and drink.”
Ashley smiled. “This place is decent if you’ll settle for something simple.”
“I’ll settle for anything that’s food.”
Ashley waved over the waiter and chatted with him in Italian.
“You sound like a native,” Jerry said as soon as the waiter left.
Ashley shrugged. “If you know Spanish, Italian isn’t that tough to pick up.”
Jerry sat back and studied her. He could not get over how much Ashley had changed. It wasn’t just the new hair color. It was the new maturity he saw in her body and face. It suddenly dawned on him that the last time he’d seen Ashley she was a teenage girl. The Ashley sitting opposite him was a woman.
“I’ve really worried about you,” Jerry said. “How are you holding up?”
“I’m okay. I love Italy. I love the quiet.” She shrugged again. “I feel safe.”
Jerry sighed. He sat back. “You have to come home.”
Ashley looked frightened. “I can’t.”
“You have to. Something’s happened. Something that changes everything.”
“What?”
“Henry Van Meter is dead. He passed away a week ago.”
“I’m sorry,” Ashley said. She looked sad. “I liked him. He was very kind. But what does his death have to do with me?”
“He’s the one who hired me to come here and explain everything.”
“Explain what?”
Jerry paused, trying to find the right words.
“Casey is still in a coma.”
Ashley nodded. She wished that Jerry would stop dancing around the reason for his visit.
“While Henry was alive, he and Miles argued about what to do with Casey. Henry wanted to keep her alive and hope for a miracle. Miles wants to take her off life support. Henry was afraid that Miles would be appointed Casey’s guardian when he died, and he’s trying to do just that. Miles has filed papers with the court asking to be appointed Casey’s guardian. The hearing is set for next week.”
Ashley looked confused. “What does this have to do with me?”
“Everything.” Jerry paused. He looked very uncomfortable. “When you hear what I have to say you’ll understand why I felt you needed to be with someone when you learned why I’m here.”
“Jerry, please. What is going on?”
Philips reached across the table and took Ashley’s hands in his. He looked her in the eye.
“You have to come back to Portland and ask the court to make you Casey’s guardian.”
“Why would I want to do that? Why would the court even consider me?”
He tightened his grip on her hands. “Casey is your mother.”
Ashley’s mouth gaped open but she couldn’t speak. She pulled her hands away and stared at Jerry as if he was insane.
“I know that this is hard for you to take…”
“My mother?” Ashley laughed harshly. “My mother is dead, Jerry. Joshua Maxfield killed her.”