“There will be hundreds. Hundreds of hundreds.”
“Then you’d better get started.”
“This will take a little time. You may want to wait in the client lounge.”
“We’ll come back. An hour enough time?”
“Yes, that should do.”
In the elevator, Peabody turned to Eve. “How did you know he’d be the go-to guy on this?”
“He’s in love with Ben. Knows it’s hopeless, but he can’t help what he feels. First, anything that has to do with Ben, he’s going to pick up on his emotional radar. Second, I figure somebody who’s got all those repressed feelings recognizes when someone else’s feelings are a sham. Third? We got really lucky, pushed the right button at the right time. Contact Edmond Luce. I’m betting he and his wife are still in New York. I want another talk with him.”
11
LUCE AND HIS WIFE REMAINED IN NEW YORK, in residence in one of the ritzy suite’s at Roarke’s Palace Hotel. Linny Luce-Eve wondered how she felt about ending up with that name-opened the door and introduced herself.
She was what Eve thought of as a solid woman, well-built and compact like an efficient car designed for low maintenance and long usage. Thick brown hair with white wings framed a face more handsome than pretty. She wore a long-skirted black suit with sensible low-heeled boots and exquisite pearls. Her handshake was firm and businesslike.
“Edmond is on the ’link with London. He shouldn’t be long. Please sit. I ordered up tea. It’s quite good here. But I expect you know that, it being your husband’s establishment.”
She sat on the fat cream and white cushions of the sofa, poured out. “Milk or lemon?”
Neither was going to make Eve like tea any more than she did. “Just black, thanks.”
“Detective?”
“Milk, one sugar, thanks.”
“This is a difficult day for us. I hope you’ll understand how I mean it when I say your call was a welcome distraction. Edmond and I…we can’t quite fathom what to do with ourselves. After the memorial…Maybe it will be easier after the memorial, after we go back home.”
She sighed, looking toward the wide windows that opened to the towers of New York. “Life goes on, doesn’t it? It has to.”
“You knew Mr. Anders a long time.”
“Yes. Edmond and Tommy were friends longer, of course. But I knew Tommy over forty years. We can’t think what to do with ourselves. I’m sorry, I said that, didn’t I?”
“Can I ask you, Mrs. Luce, since you knew him well before his marriage, if you could tell us if he had any serious relationships before his wife?”
“Serious? I wouldn’t say. He enjoyed the company of women, but he simply enjoyed the company of people. We used to tease him quite a bit about settling down. I admit I tried matchmaking a few times.”
“I wonder if you could give me some names and contact information, on women you remember Mr. Anders’s…enjoying.”
“Yes, I could do that.” Linny looked straight into Eve’s eyes. “You’re asking this because of the way he was killed. That was not Tommy. I will never believe otherwise.”
“When did you first meet Ava Anders?”
“Oh, she was still working for Anders-a public relations exec. I can’t recall her title, if I ever knew. I first met her at a charity event here in New York. Ava had done the PR. A fund-raiser for one of the sports camps Tommy built. Black-tie, with dinner and dancing, a silent auction, an orchestra. Very elaborate, as I recall. She was very bright and clever. I remember watching them dancing at some point during the evening, and telling Edmond Tommy better watch out with that one.”
“Watch out?”
“I suppose what I meant was, she very much had her eye on him, and seemed a woman who knew how to get what she wanted. Which proved to be true. It wasn’t long after that they began to see each other socially, and whenever the four of us got together, it was obvious he was besotted by her, and she so…tickled by him.”
“Did you like her?”
Linny’s eyes widened. “Yes, of course, I did. Do. The four of us had some very lovely times together.”
“Would you say he remained besotted and she tickled?”
“It’s very difficult even for good friends to judge the inside of another’s marriage. And marriages evolve and adjust. They remained devoted to each other, certainly.”
“Friends, women friends,” Peabody put in, “often discuss aspects of their marriage with each other. Dish a little on their husbands, vent their frustrations, have some laughs over the little quirks and habits.”
“They do,” Linny said with a smile. “Yes, they do. Ava and I aren’t intimate in that way. We get along quite well, but we don’t have as warm or close a relationship, you might say, as Tommy and I did. Frankly, Tommy was the glue there. I enjoy an afternoon at the football pitch, and Ava preferred the shops and galleries. I have grandchildren, and she doesn’t. I’m fifteen years her senior, after all.”
She glanced over as her husband strode in. “There you are, Edmond.”
“Sorry for the delay. Lieutenant, Detective.” He sat like a man weary to the bone. “There’s to be a memorial in London, in fact, in every city around the world with an Anders base. There were details I needed to address quickly.”
Linny put a hand on his knee, patted it briskly in a gesture that translated absolute unity to Eve. “You’ll have some tea now.”
“Mr. Luce, with Mr. Anders’s death, how much influence in the company will Mrs. Anders gain?”
“Considerable, if she wants it, I suppose, but Ava’s never been interested in the business per se. In the charities, the programs, the publicity, but not the mechanics of running things. That will be for Ben.” He let out a long sigh. “In fact, he called just as I was finishing with London. He plans to arrange a meeting of the board and executive officers early next week. He’s asked me to consider coming on as his second in command.”
“Oh, Edmond.”
“I know.” It was his turn to pat his wife’s knee. “I planned to ease back a bit. More than a bit,” he admitted. “With the goal of retiring within the next two years. I hadn’t told Tommy yet. In fact, I planned to broach the subject when we golfed, the day…the day he died. He’d want me to help Ben during the transition, Linny. I may still make that two-year goal.”
“Mr. Luce, did Ben indicate he’d discussed this with Mrs. Anders?”
“No, why would he?”
“She has a seventeen percent share of the company now.”
“Yes, yes, of course. I’m sorry, I’m not thinking very clearly today. In any case, as I said, Ava’s never been interested in the company.”
“But as the next majority share holder, as the widow of the company’s president, she would be within her rights to expect a more hands-on position, a seat on the board maybe-and that goes along with that.”
“Technically, yes, I suppose so. But realistically, I can’t imagine it.”
“You knew Reginald Anders?”
“Oh yes.” Edmond’s face lightened with a smile. “In fact, it was Reggie who first hired me, more than half a century ago.”
“At his death, Thomas Anders inherited the majority share of the company, correct?”
“Yes. As Ben will now. Tommy considered Ben his son, and followed his own father’s lead on that.”
“Just so I have all the details straight. I understand Ava Anders has a small percentage of the company-well, a larger one now. But the initial share, did she come into that at her father-in-law’s death?”
“I believe that’s correct. Reggie was very fond of Ava.”
“All right, we appreciate you seeing us at a difficult time.” Her ’link signaled, and checking the display, she ordered it to answer, identify, and hold. “I need to take this. Is it possible I could use another room?”
“Of course.” Linny got quickly to her feet. “Let me show you to the office. Would you like to take your tea?”