She signed him up that night. She got greedy. She got impatient. She didn’t vet him.
And then someone murdered him.
Bianca glanced back at Byrne. She couldn’t let what had happened to Mark happen to Byrne. She had to keep him here, no matter what it took.
She looked again at her watch and back out at the rain. There was nothing to do now but wait until the others got here.
The blue Camry pulled up to the curb and stopped. Carolyn looked out through the driving rain to the door of Fleur de Lee.
“Do you want me to wait for you?”
Carolyn turned to Greg. “No,” she said. “I don’t know how long I’m going to be. And you know what to do.”
Greg was gripping the steering wheel, his eyes intense. Carolyn reached over and put her hand over his. “Don’t put this in my planner,” she said softly.
“You don’t have to tell me that,” he whispered.
She smiled wanly. “I know.”
“I never put any of them in your book.”
“I know that, too.”
Greg looked out the rain-splattered windshield.
“Everything’s going to be all right,” Carolyn said. “Please don’t worry about me.”
“What about-?”
Carolyn glanced over her shoulder. Tink was curled in the corner of the backseat, staring vacantly out the window.
“I’ll take care of Tink,” Carolyn said softly. “We don’t know where Dickie is. I don’t want her to go home right now.”
Greg nodded. Carolyn reached over and touched his cheek. “Thank you,” she said. Then she pulled up the collar of her raincoat and got out of the car.
She opened the back door and helped Tink out. Huddled together, they hurried through the rain.
There were no lights on inside Fleur de Lee, and the CLOSED sign hung in the window. But the door was unlocked, and Carolyn slipped inside, ushering Tink in ahead of her. In the dark, there was nothing to see. But the smell was overwhelming: the sweet, heady scent of hundreds of flowers.
Tink stayed by the door, a thin figure in a too-large trench coat, arms wrapped across her chest, like she was trying to hold herself together.
Carolyn shut her eyes, like that would help her hold herself together as well. Because that was what she needed to do right now. If she didn’t, the whole thing was going to blow up.
Tink was weeping.
“Tink,” Carolyn said softly. “Stop crying.”
“He’s gone. He’s never going to come back, and he was the only one, the only one that I loved, and he’s never coming back.”
Carolyn let out a tired breath. There was no sense in trying to reason with Tink when she got like this, when she got confused and started talking about the men like they were from her past. It was better if she knew nothing about Byrne right now.
“What took you so long?”
Carolyn turned and spotted Bianca standing in the far shadows.
“I had to go get Tink. She’s in bad shape,” she said.
Bianca looked at Tink and back at Carolyn. “Why did you bring her here?”
“I couldn’t leave her at home,” Carolyn said. “I couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t call the police again. And I don’t trust Dickie.”
“What about Tucker?”
“I don’t know where he is.”
The smell of the flowers was giving Carolyn a headache. She glanced back at the door. The rain was coming down hard, and she doubted anyone was out on the avenue tonight, but they couldn’t take any chances.
“Let’s go in the back,” she said.
Tink didn’t seem to be listening, so Carolyn linked her arm through Tink’s, and they followed Bianca to the small storage room in the back. Bianca closed the curtain that divided the back room from the front of the shop.
Carolyn led Tink to a chair, and she dropped down onto it, hanging her head. Bianca switched on a small lamp, and when Carolyn saw her face, she realized Bianca was scared. It was unexpected in Bianca, and it made Carolyn angry. She had trusted this woman, given her control of everything. And control was not something she gave easily to others.
Except Byrne.
A splash of red caught Carolyn’s eye. There was a potted red orchid sitting on a workbench.
How had this happened? How had she allowed it to get so out of control? How had something so normal turned into something so ugly?
Normal… was that even the right word?
She stared at the orchid.
Was finding comfort in a man’s arms normal? Was trying to feel beautiful normal? Was feeling wanted and needed normal?
Was sex normal, if you had to pay for it?
She wondered if Tucker ever thought of things like this when he was with one of his women. No, it was different for men. They had their affairs, hid the costs in the company books, and left no tracks or traces. Even if they got careless, there were snickers in the cabanas and whispers in the banquettes of Au Bar but no one was ever kicked out of the fraternity.
But the women… they couldn’t ever be careless.
They couldn’t just book at room at the Brazilian Court.
They couldn’t just write a check.
They couldn’t do it alone.
So, they had formed a sorority. They shared lovers, and they shared the secret. Bianca funneled the women’s checks through her florist shop books under the guise of a charity, taking a handsome cut for her trouble. They called it the Orchid Society.
Five years, five men. A new one each season. Bianca found the men, checked their backgrounds, groomed them, dressed them. Bianca knew what each of the women liked. She knew what the men could do, because she had bedded each man herself.
And by the time a man walked into one of the bedrooms on the island, he was as rare and perfect a specimen as the red orchid he carried.
Carolyn looked away from the orchid to Tink. She had to take control again.
“Where’s Byrne?” Carolyn asked quietly, moving away from Tink.
“Upstairs,” Bianca whispered.
“Is he all right?”
Bianca gave a tired shrug. “I gave him a couple of Percocets.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him what you told me to say, that he’d get his money and he could leave.” She paused. “But I think we need to do more for him.”
“More? Like what?”
“More money,” Bianca said.
“How much?”
“Fifty grand.”
Carolyn just stared at her. “Are you insane? Why should we give him that much money? He didn’t even make it through the season, for God’s sake. He’s trying to blackmail us.”
Bianca shook her head. “All he wants to do is take his cat, go buy a boat, and start over somewhere.”
“What makes you think he’ll keep his mouth shut? What makes you think he won’t be back here in six months asking for more money?”
“He’s not like Mark, Carolyn. He’s a good kid.”
Carolyn was silent. She had been with Byrne only once, and he did seem harmless enough. Maybe he would be content just to drift away like Paul and the others had. But there was no way to be sure, no way to know she could trust him. And after what had happened with Mark, she had to be certain.
As for Bianca, she wasn’t sure she could even trust her anymore. Even if they managed to get fifty grand in cash together tonight, how could they be sure it wouldn’t end up in Bianca’s bank account?
No, there was no room for error now. There was no room for trust.
A soft groan drew Carolyn’s eyes to the corner. Tink…
They should never have allowed her into the society in the first place. She certainly couldn’t be trusted now. Maybe they could convince her that Byrne had simply left, but Carolyn knew Tink was too fragile mentally. And now that those detectives were on Dickie’s trail, they would be after Tink. And if Tink was pushed, she would break. She would tell them what happened to Mark.
A sound in the front part of the shop made Carolyn jump. The door opening and closing. She felt Bianca come up beside her, and they both looked toward the curtain.
It parted, and a woman stood there, hands on hips. She jerked off her rain hat and shook out her red hair.