with her wrists slit, or hanging from the wooden beam in the garage. Hah, he’d have to clean up the mess, explain to the kids. But that would leave Kate in the clear. Aubrey could go to Kate’s house instead and shoot herself on the front porch, leaving a bloody mess spattered across the door sill. But why kill herself? Why should she be the one to suffer? She imagined Kate and Ethan in bed together, naked, in a passionate embrace. She would barge into the room, take the gun from her purse, pull the trigger – once, twice, a thousand times. She saw the scene in her mind’s eye. Their corpses riddled with bullets, covered with blood, their blank eyes staring at the ceiling. They deserved it, oh, how they deserved it.
But Aubrey would never do it. There were the children to think of.
The wide green lawn of Jenny’s house in Belle Hills teemed with the town’s elite. Jenny made the rounds, greeting people by name, shaking hands, hugging and smiling till her cheeks hurt. The entire business community was here, a healthy number of local judges and politicians, and the upper tier of Carlisle’s administration. Jenny was careful to give each VIP personal attention. She’d been lucky with the weather. Eighty degrees, bright sunshine, a light breeze. The band played oldies. Kids squealed as they jumped into the pool, and the good-looking young lifeguard she’d hired blew his whistle cheerfully. Lines of guests had formed at the open bar and at the grill, where the best caterer in town kept things humming along. Jenny had ordered up burgers (beef and veggie), hot dogs, potato salad, three-bean salad, watermelon, and ice cream. The beer was locally brewed. The party looked like a roaring success, and yet her palms were sweaty and she had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.
So many sharks swam beneath the pretty surface. Jenny hadn’t seen Kate yet, but she’d RSVP’d yes. Their relationship had not been easy in the two months since Kate returned to town. Aubrey’s husband and kids had shown up without her, saying Aubrey wasn’t feeling a hundred per cent but might be along later. Aubrey was never sick, so what was up with that? Jenny had a bad feeling. And up on the deck, a reporter from the Belle River Register had Jenny’s husband Tim cornered – literally, had him backed up against the railing. The Register wanted dirt on Jenny and Tim and their real estate deals. Tim knew that, and she’d warned him a thousand times to keep his distance, yet he let himself get cornered anyway.
Jenny loved her husband. He was a local boy, handsome, with a good heart, but he had no game. He was a good father, a reliable builder, who did solid work at a fair price and didn’t cut corners. Tim would’ve made a decent living without Jenny’s help, and probably been happier without the high-profile success. But Jenny wasn’t satisfied with that, so she took matters into her own hands. She called on her contacts, like any smart entrepreneur would, and pretty soon, Healy Construction started getting big contracts from the college. Maybe she did a few things Tim would not have been comfortable with if he knew the particulars, and so maybe she didn’t fill him in on every detail. But she was only acting in Tim’s best interests. He couldn’t handle the truth.
Jenny made her way through the crowd and up onto the deck. Tim was laughing nervously at something the reporter said. He’d put back on his favorite ratty old Healy Construction hat, after she made him take it off before the guests arrived. Her fingers itched to swipe it off his head.
“Here she is now,” Tim said.
The reporter whirled to face her. “Madam Mayor, nice to see you. I had a few questions—”
This reporter was an old-timer who came to all the town council meetings, and had interviewed Jenny several times. She gave him a warm smile.
“No interviews at the party, Bill. I’m off duty, and so is my husband,” Jenny said.
“But if I could just ask about the new arts center project the college is bidding out in Riverside. Is Healy Construction planning to bid? You always seem to get these juicy contracts.”
“Call my office if you’d like to schedule an interview, and in the meantime, have some food, have a beer. It’s such a pretty day.”
“I will take you up on that.” He started to turn away. “Oh, but first, can you point someone out to me? I understand Kate Eastman is here today, and I’m interested in interviewing her.”
Suddenly it felt very hot in the sun. Sweat prickled on the back of Jenny’s neck. “Kate—?” she said.
“Kate Eastman, the trustee’s daughter. I believe she was a friend of yours.”
“Why do you want to talk to Kate?”
“Well, the Eastmans are important to the college. I thought her return might make a good story. That’s all.”
But as he spoke, the reporter shifted his gaze, not meeting Jenny’s eyes, and her suspicions grew. Could this “local interest” story actually be about something else? Something in the past, that had happened in their freshman year, that Jenny had worried would be stirred up by Kate’s return? Or was she being paranoid?
“I don’t think Kate made it to the party, unfortunately. Now if you’ll excuse us, Tim and I have to mingle.”
Jenny grabbed Tim’s arm, pulling him toward the throng on the lawn. “Come on,” she said, when he resisted.
Jenny hadn’t seen Kate yet, but that didn’t mean Kate wasn’t here somewhere. She wanted to find her, and warn her to stay away from that damned reporter.
“No. Stop it,” Tim said, and headed instead for the sliding glass door that led to the kitchen.
Jenny followed him. She knew Tim well enough to see that he was upset. Was it the reporter asking about the real estate deal that set him off, or the mention of Kate?
Inside, the kitchen was deserted and sparkling white, air-conditioned to an arctic chill.
“Don’t let that reporter upset you,” Jenny said. “I can handle the press. And didn’t I tell you not to wear that hat? It looks shabby.”
“Stop telling me what to do,” he said.
Tim went over to the sink and ran the water, filling a glass and chugging it. She came to stand beside him, and glanced out the window to the deck. The reporter had disappeared. Presumably he was out in the crowd, searching for Kate. Jenny couldn’t go after him, not until she calmed her husband down. Tim looked worn out. There were lines around his eyes that hadn’t been there a few months ago. Her hours as mayor had taken a toll on Tim, and on their marriage. He had to pick up the slack with the kids, because Jenny was gone all the time. Meanwhile, bidding for the new Carlisle arts center project had reached the make-or-break stage. Tim wanted to take over the bidding, when in the past he’d been content to let her handle things. The timing could not be worse. Tim was too damn honest for the business he was in, and he would screw up everything. Into the middle of this tinderbox walks Kate Eastman, holding a lit match.
“Everything’s under control, babe,” she said soothingly. She reached out to touch him, but he backed away.
“I’m starting to think I can’t trust you when you say things like that,” he said.
“Come on. We’re a team.”
“Are we? Then why do you keep me in the dark, Jen?”
“We agreed that when it comes to the business, I handle bids and you handle operations.”
