Third Degree. Greg Iles
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Laurel began to cry. She didn’t want to, but the realization that she was now helpless was overwhelming. Not in her deepest troughs of guilt had she imagined something like this. Warren bound her wrists with the thick tape, then pulled her into a sitting position.
“Don’t move unless I tell you to.”
He dropped the tape roll onto the coffee table and retrieved her Vaio from the kitchen, where he’d left it. He set it up on the coffee table again, carefully plugging in the AC cable, which looked as though it had suffered minor damage when Laurel ripped the computer loose. “Let’s see if this baby survived your little escape attempt.” He pressed the power button, avidly watching the screen.
Laurel prayed that the Sony’s hard drive had been smashed, but a moment later she heard the halting mechanical sounds of the computer booting up. Then the clicking stopped. Prematurely, she thought. Warren’s face was taut. He unplugged the Sony, removed its battery, shook the computer, then reinserted the battery and plugged the AC cord back in. This time the Vaio booted normally.
“You just dazed it,” he said with a smile.
Laurel smelled adhesive as her skin warmed the duct tape. When she moved her wrists farther apart, the tape tugged painfully at the hair on her arms.
“You may as well come clean now. I know there’s something on this computer, or you wouldn’t have tried to stop me from looking at it.”
“You’re wrong,” she said in a shaky voice. “That’s my computer. Mine. Those are my things on it. My personal things. I have a right to my own things, you know. My own thoughts. You don’t own me. I’m your wife, not your property.”
He shook his head. “I’ve treated you like a queen for twelve years. And this is how you repay me.”
She closed her eyes, trying to find some way to break through to him. “Warren, what were you looking for when you found that letter? Will you please tell me that? You were awake all night. You must have been looking for something related to the IRS audit, right?”
The skin around his eyes tightened. “What do you know about that?”
“I know what you’ve told me, which is almost nothing. As usual.”
His stare intensified.
“Why won’t you tell me what’s really going on?” she asked.
“You’re the only one in this room who knows what’s really going on.”
Laurel shook her head in frustration. “I know nothing. Please tell me what you were looking for last night.”
He was studying the computer screen again. “The letter. That’s what I was looking for.”
“Why would you be looking for a love letter?”
His gaze came back to her, and his eyes smoldered with fury. “Because someone in this world actually cares about me. A lot more than you do, obviously.”
This floored her. “Are you saying someone told you to look specifically for a letter in this house?”
Warren snorted. “You don’t get it, do you? I already know who wrote the letter. And I already know who you’re fucking behind my back.”
Cold sweat popped out on her neck. Had someone spotted her and Danny together after all? Maybe. Because no one—not even Danny—knew she had kept that letter. Laurel paid a cleaning lady to come in once a week, but it seemed unlikely that her maid would flip through her collection of Jane Austen. Cheryl Tilley had got married in the eleventh grade and, by her own admission, had read nothing since her graduation two decades earlier but Star magazine, which she bought religiously after her weekly grocery shopping at Wal-Mart. Even if Cheryl had accidentally found Danny’s letter, would she have told Warren about it? The two had hardly spoken to each other since she began working at the house, nor was Cheryl a patient of Warren’s.
“I see goose bumps,” Warren said, his eyes glinting. “Piloerection.”
“Who told you I was having an affair?” Laurel asked. “Whoever it is, they’re lying to you.”
“Does it matter? It’s someone who’s offended by adultery, unlike you and your lover. And half this goddamn town, I think sometimes.”
“Warren, I didn’t—”
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” he shouted, his eyes blazing. “Did you really think that?”
She drew back from the force of his fury.
“Right in my fucking face, both of you! You’ve lied every single day. Him, too! Every day! Smiling and acting like a friend … goddamn him. Both of you!”
Laurel sat stunned, trying to puzzle out Warren’s words. Him, too? Acting like a friend? Warren didn’t see Danny every day. Not even when Danny had taught him to fly. Could Warren be referring to the time they’d spent coaching together?
“Who are you talking about?” she asked softly.
“Don’t insult my intelligence!” Warren screamed.
She squinted against the roar of his voice. “Please, Warren. Tell me.”
He leaned over her and spat the words like a priest naming a demon. “Kyle Auster.”
Her mouth fell open. Did Warren really believe she was sleeping with his partner? “Kyle?” she asked, still in shock.
Warren raised his hand as though to strike her, but then he turned away and muttered, “All those times you told me he came on to you when he was drunk … Christmas parties, weekends at the lake. You told me he repulsed you. Lies, every damn bit of it.”
He turned to face her again, disgust etched into his tired face. “Do you know how many nurses that bastard has slept with? It’ll be a miracle if you don’t have every STD in the book. Me, too, by now. Jesus.”
Laurel felt hysterical laughter rising in her throat, but she didn’t dare release it. “Why in God’s name would you think I’m involved with Kyle Auster?”
Warren picked up his revolver and pointed it at her face. “I don’t think it,” he said with certainty. “I know.”
Nell Roberts hibernated the insurance computer and looked over at her sister, Vida, who was talking to an angry patient at the reception window. This morning had been hell, mainly because Dr. Shields hadn’t shown up for work. Nell couldn’t remember Dr. Shields missing a single day because of sickness, and he always called ahead if he got hung up at the hospital. Dr. Auster had instructed the sisters to call every number they had for Dr. Shields, but Warren remained unreachable. Even his wife’s cell phone went unanswered. Vida was so surprised by this that she’d