The red wig was still working, even in its absence.
“I was doing some work with Sister Anselm,” she said. “Up on the burn unit.”
“I see,” he sighed. “I kept hoping she’d make it-that she’d pull through somehow. I can’t imagine what I’m going to do without her. What we’re going to do without her,” he added despairingly, looking down at the tiny dog. “When I go off on my next trip and have to be gone for three or four days, who’ll take care of Maggie?”
Those were the first questions people always asked when someone died-how would the survivors cope? How would they go on in a world suddenly bereft? Who would do all the things the missing loved one used to do?
It occurred to Ali that if Hal Cooper had been the kind of no-good fortune hunter Serenity thought he was, he would have already stopped thinking about having to go to work. If the missing Klee was insured for anything near what Serenity had said, Ali suspected that Hal Cooper could now afford to give up flying for a living. It also occurred to her that he was lost and needed to talk to someone.
“Would you care to stop off for a drink?” Ali asked.
“That would be nice,” he said after a moment’s hesitation. “I doubt I’ll be able to sleep.”
Ali ushered him into the lobby, which was almost deserted. He sat down at a corner table and lifted Maggie into his lap. “What would you like?” Ali asked.
“Scotch,” he said. “Single malt. Neat.”
“Have you had anything to eat?”
Hal shook his head.
“You should eat,” Ali said. She went into the bar and placed an order for chicken wings and fries along with the drinks-Scotch for him and straight tonic for her. While she waited for the bartender to pour the drinks, she realized that DNA was what had brought her here. That’s what her mother always did for grieving people-she fed them. Wings and fries weren’t exactly Edie’s signature tuna casserole, but they would fill the bill.
After all, wasn’t that exactly what she had done for Athena the night before-taken her food?
For the first time, Ali realized that her parents hadn’t mentioned anything about an expected great-grandchild, and that when she had spoken to Chris and Athena earlier, neither of them had mentioned it, either.
It shamed Ali to think that she had been so caught up in her own concerns that she hadn’t brought up the subject. What had happened when Athena had told Chris she was pregnant? Had she somehow managed to convince him that the two of them wouldn’t be able to handle caring for a baby? Ali was half sick when she came back to the table with the drinks. But seeing Hal sitting there, grieving, Ali forced herself to switch gears.
“You said you worked with Sister Anselm,” Hal said when she set his Scotch in front of him. “What happened to her? I expected her to be there for Mimi and me this afternoon. I can’t believe she just deserted us like that.”
Gag order or not, it was time someone told this man what had really happened, so Ali did. She told him all of it-about Sister Anselm being lured into a kidnapper’s vehicle and being left in the desert to die by the same man suspected of murdering Mimi Cooper. Because the charge was murder now that Mimi was dead.
Hal listened to what Ali had to say in stricken silence. “I don’t understand any of this,” he said when she finished. “None of it makes sense. Mimi didn’t have an enemy in the world, and she would never have been mixed up with those Earth Liberation people. That just wasn’t her.”
“Tell me about the painting,” Ali said.
“The painting?” Hal asked, as though he weren’t quite paying attention.
“The Paul Klee,” Ali supplied. “The one you said is missing from your house.”
“Oh, that. Mimi did plan to sell it eventually,” he said. “In fact, she had it reframed last year for that very reason-as a preparation for selling it. I never much liked the piece, and I wouldn’t have bothered reframing it, but I still wonder if maybe it hasn’t found its way into one of Serenity’s galleries. I don’t trust that woman, and I don’t think she’d be above trying to sell it behind her mother’s back.”
“It’s insured?” Ali asked.
“Yes, for something like $750,000, but that’s probably less than it would bring at auction. At least that’s what I was led to believe.”
“You have a record for the reframing?”
“I suppose so,” Hal said. “Somewhere. Mimi always kept meticulous records of everything, including the vet bills.” He patted Maggie while the dog continued to snooze in his lap. “I don’t understand,” he said. “Why are you interested in the reframing job?”
“Because investigators found a piece of frame stock in the burned-out wreckage of one of the houses in Camp Verde.”
Hal was aghast. “They burned the painting, too?”
Ali nodded. The bartender emerged from the bar long enough to deliver their food, napkins, and silverware. Hal ordered another drink. Ali did not. For a long time after the bartender left the table, Hal stared after him.
“Why would someone hurt her?” he asked. “Mimi was a wonderful person. A lovely person. She wouldn’t hurt a fly, and yet someone did this to her-murdered her and destroyed her prize possession, because that’s what that painting amounted to. I don’t understand.”
“I do,” Ali said. “What it means is you were wrong a little while ago when you said Mimi had no enemies. She did-at least one.”
“She never said a word to me about it.”
“Maybe she didn’t know about it, either, and that’s why she didn’t mention it to you. Tell me, who was there in Mimi’s room this afternoon?”
“Win and Serenity and me. Surely her own children wouldn’t do something so despicable.”
“I don’t think so,” Ali said. And neither does Sister Anselm. “There is the art connection.”
Hal nodded. Absently he tried one of the wings. By then, noticing the food on the table, Maggie had roused herself. She was sitting up and taking notice.
“Too hot for you, little girl,” Hal said to the dog. “Try a bit of french fry.”
Ali watched as the tiny dog downed one morsel of potato and then pleaded for more.
“So it was just the three of you in the room?”
“Not at the end,” Hal said, swallowing hard. “Then it was just Mimi and me. Serenity was acting like a jerk and Mimi wanted her out of there. So Win took her back to the waiting room. I know Sister Anselm kept hoping that she’d be able to tell us something about what happened. At first she didn’t remember anything at all. Right at the end, I think she was starting to remember, and she wanted to tell me. That’s why she wanted the ventilator out. So she could talk. So she could say something.”
“Did she?” Ali asked.
“She tried. She only managed one word,” Hal said. “She said, ‘Donna.’ That’s what makes me think she really had started remembering what happened. Donna Carson, Serenity’s personal assistant, was the last person who came by to see Mimi that day, the day she disappeared. The problem is, that’s all Mimi managed. Before she could say anything more, she was gone.”
Donna, Ali thought. Maybe that name wasn’t just part of what Mimi remembered or wanted to say. Maybe it was exactly what she intended and needed to say.
“Tell me about Donna,” Ali said.
Hal favored Ali with a puzzled look and then fed Maggie another bit of french fry. He let his breath out in a long, ragged sigh. “Let’s see. She’s been around the galleries for a long time,” he said. “I think she first went to work for Mimi’s first husband, Winston, when she was still in high school, and worked for him the whole time she was in college and since then, too. She was Winston’s personal assistant for a while. Now she’s Serenity’s.”
“In other words,” Ali said, “a long-term family retainer.”
“Exactly,” Hal agreed. “I don’t remember all the details. It seems like Donna’s family had some kind of difficulties, and Mimi and her husband took her in, looked after her, saw to it that she got an education.”