Gerald inhaled through his teeth.
“Oh, no. .” Clarissa’s gaze fell to the desk, to the pictures that were still lying faceup on the polished mahogany. Her eyebrows slammed together as she picked up the head shot of Shelly Bonaventure. “Isn’t this that actress from that vampire series that ran a few years ago? The one Lance was so into?”
“What’s Blood Got to Do With It,” Kacey verified as Gerald quickly swept up the rest of the pictures. But he was too late. The damage was done.
“And one was of that woman who fell while jogging,” Clarissa said, her face drawn. “Who was the third one, Dad?”
“Elle Alexander, a patient of mine,” Kacey responded. “Had two kids.”
“These women all died recently, didn’t they?” Her blue eyes clouded. “What’s going on here?” she asked her father, then once again turned to Kacey. “And why are you here?”
Gerald let out a long, low sigh. “We should probably have a family meeting.” He was pale, and for the first time since she’d walked into his office, Kacey thought Gerald Johnson appeared his age, the crow’s-feet near his eyes deepening, the knuckles of his hands looking larger.
All an illusion, she reminded herself.
“Judd’s here today,” he was saying. “And Robert, right?”
“I’m not sure,” Clarissa demurred. “I just got back from meeting with the accountants, but Robert was in the lab this morning…. Both Cameron and Colt are out. Cam was in Spokane, in a meeting with a distributor there, and Colt. .” She glanced at her watch. “He should have landed by now. He was in Seattle earlier, talking to the head of cardiology at the medical school.”
Kacey’s heart nearly stopped when she thought of the city where she’d been attacked and the hospital where she’d learned her practice, the place where JC held a position in the cardiology department. How ironic that the man who had spawned her had been a heart surgeon as well.
Just a coincidence, right? Seattle was a big city.
Still, a ripple of unease swept through her.
Clarissa never missed a beat. “As for Thane, who knows?” She glanced out the window and added, “Who ever knows?”
“Tell everyone you can to meet in the boardroom. Leave a message for Colt on his cell, tell him to get here when he lands, and see if Cam can link up through Skype.”
“And Thane?”
“Call him, too. See if he can make it or Skype in.”
“Thane doesn’t Skype,” Clarissa reminded, and Kacey had the distinct impression that this brother, third in the birth order and the second-born legitimate son, didn’t play by the old man’s rules. The rogue or black sheep. Except he hadn’t strayed too far away from the old man’s company. “What about Mom?”
“Let’s keep her out of this for now.” Gerald thought for a second, then said, “Let me handle her my way.”
“Good idea,” Clarissa said sarcastically. “It’s always worked so well before. If Lance ever did to me what you’ve done to Mom, I wouldn’t be satisfied by publicly humiliating him on Jerry Springer or Montel or some other let-all-your-dirty-laundry-hang-out TV show. I’d have to eviscerate him. Maybe with a butter knife.”
“Compassion has never been your strong suit,” her father said dryly.
Clarissa lifted a shoulder. “It’s just how I feel, and since someone stole my gun this week, I guess I’ll have to stick with disemboweling. Would a spoon be better?”
“Stop it,” her father warned.
“I’m just saying I don’t let anyone walk all over me, and neither do you. If Mom would have cheated on you or had a gaggle of bastards, you would never have stood for it.”
“Your mother would never!”
“You’re right. She wouldn’t. She’s at least got a modicum of class.” To Kacey, Clarissa added, “Congratulations. It takes a lot to stir up this particular hornet’s nest, and it looks like you’ve done that and more.” She marched out of the room as fiercely as a mother bear whose cubs had just been threatened.
Gerald gave a last cursory glance at the photographs of the dead women. “Clarissa’s right, you know. I’m afraid you’ve started something you’re going to regret.”
Kacey wasn’t going to let anyone deter her, not when she’d come this far. “I’m not afraid at all.” But that was a lie, and they both knew it.
CHAPTER 29
Gerald Johnson and Clarissa seemed to half forget Kacey was there as they began planning the family meeting. “Excuse me,” Kacey said, sweeping up her coat.
“The boardroom is straight down the north hall. We’re convening now,” Clarissa warned her.
“I’m not leaving,” Kacey said. Yet. “I just need to make a phone call.”
They both gave her a hard look as she left the room. And she thought she was paranoid. Maybe she came by it naturally!
She walked in the direction of the boardroom, tried the doors, realized they were locked, so she punched in the number for the sheriff’s department, which she’d added onto her cell phone list.
“Detective Alvarez, please,” she said when the call was answered by the front desk. “I’m Dr. Lambert, returning an earlier call.”
She was put through immediately, and Detective Alvarez answered, “Alvarez.”
“This is Kacey Lambert. I know you’ve talked to Trace O’Halleran, who found the microphones.”
“Yes. We would like to come and see for ourselves. This afternoon?”
“Late afternoon?” Kacey asked. “I’m at an out-of-town appointment that may take a little more time. But I would really like to have those microphones out.”
“Call us when you’re on your way home.”
“Thank you,” she said, meaning it.
Next, she phoned Trace, who answered as if he’d had his ear to the phone.
“Kacey,” he said, and just the way he said her name flooded her with good feelings.
“Hey, there. I’m meeting the police at my house later today, and they’re going to take out the microphones, I guess. Look at them, anyway. I want them out.”
“Good. Are you at work?”
“I’m not at the clinic. I’m at an appointment,” she said, not wanting to go into the whole thing with him just yet. She didn’t know how she felt about anything to do with the Johnsons. “I told the police I’d call them when I was on my way home.”
“Call me, too.”
“You got it.”
“Kacey. .”
“Yeah?”
“Be careful,” he said, clearly reading more between the lines than she’d thought she’d revealed.
“I’ll see you this evening,” she said, then put back her phone in its slot inside her purse and watched with a certain amount of trepidation as Gerald and Clarissa came out of his office and strode down the hall toward her.
“Go check on your kids,” Alvarez told Pescoli. “There’s nothing happening here till we meet at Dr. Lambert’s.”
“I’m going home to shoo Chris out of the house, if he’s there, but I’ll be right back.”
Alvarez waved her off. They were in a waiting game. Waiting for the lab results. Waiting for someone to call back. Waiting, waiting, waiting.
She sat down at her desk, and her gaze flew over the notes she’d made, bits and pieces of information burned on her brain that needed some kind of connection. The missing link that would make sense of it all. Flipping through the pages of thoughts, ideas, and doodles, and then the files filled with reports, she decided there was nothing to do but what she’d already done: make phone calls. Push. Hope somebody somewhere was willing to exchange information.