Annabelle looked at Griffin. “Let’s set up some ground rules.”
“All right,” Griffin said, then glanced at Quinn. He nodded.
“First and foremost, Mr. Cortez and I share all the information,” Annabelle said. “You will be working for both of us, so what you tell one of us, you tell both of us. No secrets. No hidden agenda.” She glanced at Quinn. “And we share all the expenses, fifty-fifty. Are you in agreement, Mr. Cortez?”
“Yes, I’m in agreement. And since we’ll be working closely together, don’t you think you should call me Quinn?”
“If that’s what you want.” “It’s what I want.”
“Fine. And you may call me Ms. Vanderley…because that’s what I want.”
Jim had taken Sunday off, despite his boss’s recommendation that he not take any downtime right in the middle of a high profile case.
“Look, Ted, I’ve made plans with my son that are important to both of us. It’s not as if I get a chance to be with Kevin very often. Besides, Chad’s on top of everything. If he’s going to get all the glory for breaking this case wide open, then let him do the work.”
Inspector Ted Purser, who was the head of homicide, had grumbled a little, but in the end he’d allowed Jim to take the day off. Ted knew as well as Jim did—as well as everyone in the department—that Chad George was on his way up. By hook or crook. And it was also a well-known fact that Jimmy Norton was on a one-way street to nowhere. He’d be lucky if he could hang on to his job long enough to draw his pension.
On his own, Chad was bound to screw up. Not because he was stupid. Quite the contrary. The guy was highly intelligent. Nah, he’d screw up because he was an inexperienced homicide detective who was too damn cocky to realize he had a lot to learn. It was Jim’s opinion that Chad was a know-it-all who needed taking down a peg or two. Not that he’d intentionally do anything to bring that about himself. Nah, he figured all he had to do was wait around and sooner or later Chad would shoot himself in the foot. Figuratively, of course.
Jim chuckled softly.
“What’s so funny, Dad?” Kevin asked.
Jim glanced over at his eleven-year-old son sitting in the passenger seat of his battered, old truck and grinned. Kevin was the one good thing that had come out of his marriage to Mary Lee. He might regret all the wasted years he’d spent hung up on a woman who hadn’t loved him enough to stick with him through the bad times and had repeatedly betrayed their marriage vows, but he’d never regret fathering Kevin. On the really rough days, when nothing in his world seemed right, all Jim had to do was think of Kevin and he remembered he had a very good reason for living.
“Just thinking about my partner,” Jim told his son.
“Chad George?”
“Yeah, you’ve met Chad. I introduced you to him a couple of months ago.”
“I know Sergeant George.”
Jim picked up on something in his son’s voice before he glanced at him and noticed Kevin had his head hung low and was staring at the floorboard.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.”
“Is it something about Chad? Did he say or do anything that—”
“I’m not supposed to tell you.”
“Who told you not to tell me?”
“Mom did.”
Don’t lose your cool. The last thing Kevin needs is to feel he’s caught between you and Mary Lee, even if he is. Whatever she told him not to tell you, don’t press him about it.
Jim kept the truck on Highway 78, heading straight toward Holly Springs where his sister and her family lived. He’d planned this trip so they would arrive at Susan’s just about the time church let out and right before Sunday dinner. He needed to concentrate on the positive—on sharing a family day with his son. Grilling Kevin about Mary Lee’s secrets would ruin not only their day together, but also injure their already fragile relationship. Even though he couldn’t prove it, he knew his ex-wife worked at undermining his relationship with Kevin. And she did it just because she could, wanting to hurt Jim and not caring that their son was the one who’d be harmed the most.
“Dad?”
“Huh?”
“You don’t care who Mom dates, do you?”
“No, I don’t care,” Jim said. And he didn’t. Not now, although for years after their divorce he’d been jealous of every man she’d dated. But that was when he’d still been in love with her.
“Then I don’t understand why Mom doesn’t want you to know that she’s dating Sergeant George.”
Jim grasped the steering wheel with white-knuckled tension. Mary Lee and Chad? Goddamn son of a bitch. He couldn’t help wondering which one of them had instigated their affair. Six of one and half dozen of the other. Them’s the odds. Mary Lee would love for him to find out she’d been screwing his young partner. She actually thought he still cared. And Chad—God how he must love fucking Jim’s ex-wife. At least four other officers had told Jim to watch his back where Chad was concerned.
“Your mom’s dating Chad, huh?”
“Yeah, for about a couple of weeks now. But it’s no big deal, right? I mean, you don’t care, do you?”
“Your mother and I are divorced,” Jim said. “We both have the right to date anybody we want to. It’s fine with me if Mary Lee is dating Chad.”
Dating? Maybe they were dating—dinner, movies, dancing, that sort of thing. But Jim figured their dates were spent in bed, doing the horizontal. That was the only kind of relationship Mary Lee was any good at. And he hated like hell that he could remember so vividly just how good she’d been.
* * *
Annabelle had expected to spend a quiet day at the apartment, catching up on work-related e-mails and making plans for Lulu’s funeral. Although the plans couldn’t proceed until the autopsy had been completed and Lulu’s body released, Annabelle didn’t want to leave things until the last minute. The family expected her to handle all the details and see to it that Louisa Margaret Vanderley’s funeral would impress everyone in attendance. The Vanderleys always arrived and departed this life in grand style. It was a family tradition.
Annabelle had slept later this morning than she intended. She was, by nature, a creature of habit and hated to alter her sleep schedule. But she’d tossed and turned half the night, not able to rest until sometime after four. If only she could have turned off her thoughts and disconnected her mind. Thoughts of Lulu tormented her. She wondered if she had tried harder to maintain a close relationship with Lulu, would her cousin still be alive? If she had looked after Lulu a little more closely, would it have made any difference?
