a pathway edged by beautiful beach landscaping with rambling beach roses, not yet budded, and clumps of local grasses planted artfully in between white pebbles.
“I can’t wait to see the finished home,” Kitty said. “I’ve been staying with my sister in Maine while Paul finished up work in DC. Well, let me get out my keys.” Kitty fumbled with a jangly, oversize key ring. Picking out the appropriate key, she unlocked the front door, then squinted at the panel that housed their home-alarm system.
All of the micro-cameras that Wesley had installed last night were well hidden. Lyndsay knew—but Kitty didn’t—that they covered every angle of the exterior of the home. In fact, Wesley might be watching them both entering the home now, for all Lyndsay knew.
“Just a moment while I let us in. But you already know about the security...” Kitty keyed the numerical code into the panel with one finger. Lyndsay stayed respectfully back until Kitty waved her way inside.
The foyer never failed to take Lyndsay’s breath away. It was the bank of windows straight ahead that gave the most beautiful, calming view of the beach and sky that Lyndsay had seen from any home, ever. She would love waking up to those windows in the early morning, watching the majestic white seagulls fly through the air. The cloud formations over the wavy blue-gray ocean at dawn. The expanse of soothing beach sand.
“Sit down, let me take your coat,” Kitty urged. Lyndsay complied, and sat on the beige leather couch in the downstairs living room.
“Your purse is so beautiful,” Kitty cooed.
“Thank you,” Lyndsay said. It was made of the softest almond-color Italian suede, and she hadn’t been able to resist it. “It was a splurge, but I have a weakness for pretty things.” She stroked the soft suede. It was nice to feel like a woman sometimes. These past years, she hadn’t seemed to receive that pleasure enough.
“May I?” Kitty asked.
“Of course,” Lyndsay replied, and the congressman’s wife stroked her hand over the suede.
She looked at Lyndsay and smiled. “I love your plans for the upstairs sitting area.”
Lyndsay felt the flush of pleasure spread in her chest. That had actually been her idea, not Karen’s, though Karen had warned Lyndsay that the final detail approvals were to be all Kitty’s, of course.
“I know that Paul helped by showing you ideas of my tastes,” Kitty said, “but honestly, I never would’ve thought of that style of flooring. And enlarging the closets is a wonderful idea.”
Lyndsay’s heart seemed to slow. “Closets?” she asked. There had been nothing of the sort in the design plans.
Kitty stared at her directly, as if waiting for Lyndsay to contradict her.
“Let’s talk about the back terrace,” Lyndsay suggested. “I understand that’s where we’re starting.”
Kitty’s hand stilled on Lyndsay’s purse. “No, I don’t think so.”
A crew was already lined up to pour concrete and to bring in plants. There was to be an undercover officer working alongside the legitimate laborers. The task force had set this up.
“Perhaps we should review the plan as discussed with your husband,” Lyndsay said.
Kitty’s face darkened. “No. I’m happy with the back patio as it is. I like the outdoor hot tub. Instead, I’d prefer that the master bedroom suite and the upstairs living area be updated. You and I will keep it as our surprise for Paul.”
If she were a real designer, rather than a police officer, Lyndsay would be terribly concerned. But her job, above all, was to keep Kitty happy, and therefore unsuspicious. Her only real concern with the design plans she and Karen had decided upon was to keep her police-employee laborers busy with a cover story. She needed to fit them in to Kitty’s plans somehow.
“Very well,” Lyndsay said calmly. They would skip the concrete pouring, but keep the plants. They were on order, with a police planter set to install them. Also, the hot tub would stay.
“Tell me about the master suite, Kitty. It’s been locked, and Congressman MacLaine asked that I not enter.”
Kitty waved her hand. “Probably because his safe is in there.”
“His safe?” Her heart beat faster. No one had said a word about a second safe. Had the congressman even mentioned this to her commander?
“Should I be worried? About the liability,” she explained.
Kitty shook her head. “That’s not a consideration.”
“Okay.” Lyndsay kept her voice cheerful. “It sounds like we’ll be going against what your husband ordered, then.”
“This is my project for my birthday. And I’ve wanted it for a long time.”
“How long have you lived here?” Lyndsay asked conversationally. In the academy, she’d been taught that when a person got upset, that it was best to keep him or her calm.
“We haven’t lived here much since we were married. I never liked that he lived here with somebody else. It reminds me too much of...not me.” Kitty’s jaw moved.
Ah. So here was the point of tension.
“And this is your first renovation on the house?” Lyndsay asked gently.
A short nod. There was an internal anger to her that Lyndsay could sense. A resentment against her husband, perhaps.
Lyndsay directed a bright smile at her. She could calm a person in a bad mood. It was one of her strengths. Besides, she felt compassion for Kitty, moving into a house that her husband had shared with another woman.
Kitty wasn’t exactly acting in concert with him. Beneath the smiling surface, she seemed unhappy. Maybe she usually hid it behind a manic, enthusiastic persona. That march of busy-busy-busy. Lyndsay recognized that particular coping mechanism, as well. Being lonely, she did it herself sometimes.
Lyndsay stood. “I’d love for you to walk me through the house, Kitty. When your husband hired my firm, we spoke about your tastes over the phone, and he filled out some questionnaires for us, but obviously, it’s preferable to hear about your wishes directly from you. I’d love to see what you feel about everything. Hear what you have to say.”
Kitty’s mouth pursed in thoughtfulness. “What exactly did Paul say to you about my tastes?”
“You like blues and greens, ocean colors. You want a clean, contemporary design that uses natural materials. Much like what DesignSea specializes in,” she said hastily.
Kitty nodded. “He did do a great job choosing the design firm,” she admitted.
Excellent. Lyndsay silently praised Commander Harris for that decision.
“Why don’t we head upstairs?” Honestly, Lyndsay was dying to get into the master bedroom suite and investigate that safe. The team needed to be informed.
“First, let me tell you what I want done with this room,” Kitty said. “Right now it’s just a big empty space with a couch
