“Who else knew about your breakfast with Ambassador Bruni?”
“No one that I know of. We wanted to be discreet, because of our personal situation. I just don’t understand. Why kill Alex?” Thomas repeated the question, stunned, as if it would help him make sense of everything that had happened. “Who would want to harm him? He was my friend. He fell in love with the woman I married, but Carolyn and I weren’t meant to be a match forever.”
“As far as you know, she didn’t know about your breakfast?”
“There was no reason for me to tell her, and I doubt Alex did. She was in Hong Kong, on an entirely different schedule. But he might have told her. I certainly don’t know either way.”
“What about Melanie?”
“No, I didn’t mention anything to her, but I didn’t hide anything from her, either.”
Jo gave a curt nod. “Talk to Trooper Thorne. He’s in the dining room with A.J. and Elijah.”
“Jo-”
But she stayed focused. “I’ll bring you to him.”
Melanie resisted an impulse to get Nora by the hair and drag her across the parking lot. One more frosty look or moan of fatigue or whine about Devin and how scared she’d been, and Melanie wouldn’t be able to resist smacking her. Thanks to the little bitch and Kyle’s idiotic assault on Elijah Cameron and Jo Harper, Melanie realized that her life as she knew it was over.
“Just a few more steps,” she said sweetly. “I know you’re tired, sweetie.”
Nora gave her a sullen look and didn’t pick up her pace a fraction.
Melanie resisted an impulse to slap her across her sorry, tearstained face. What did that little bitch have to worry about? Her life would go on. She had her mother and her father and her trust fund. She could go back to Dartmouth. So, Alex was dead. So, she’d been scared. Melanie thought of all she was in danger of giving up thanks to Nora and her lack of trust, her inability to let her father fall in love again. She realized she was losing Thomas. The police must have been provided with some new bit of information about Alex’s death-someone who’d seen Thomas at the hotel. He’d looked guilt stricken when he’d seen Jo coming down the hall, but also maybe a little relieved, as if he’d been waiting for the moment when everyone would finally discover what a weasel he’d been.
Not that it mattered. As the day had worn on and Kyle’s death had penetrated her psyche, Melanie had recognized that Kyle’s stupidity left her no choice but to deal with Nora Asher herself.
Damn you, Kyle. She went around to the passenger side of her rented car and opened the door. He must have known that Elijah and Jo were armed. They weren’t the cold-blooded killer Kyle was, but they were more than capable of taking him down.
He hadn’t committed suicide. Not intentionally. Knowing him as well she did, Melanie was convinced he’d thought he could make his plan work. He just wasn’t that good at thinking on his feet.
But she was.
“Here,” she said, opening the front passenger door. “Do you need help getting in or are you-”
“I’m fine,” Nora said, stepping past Melanie and flopping down onto the car seat.
Melanie kept her mouth shut and ignored the twitch in her fingers. It would be so easy to reach into the car and choke Nora to death right here, right now. But Kyle had warned her countless times to control her impulses and not let the thrill of doing the unexpected get ahead of her thinking and her self-interest.
She went around to the driver’s side of the car and got in behind the wheel. Very calmly she reached inside her shearling jacket and withdrew the pistol that Kyle had given her last night. She slipped it into her right outer pocket and looked at Nora with a small, satisfied smile. “You’re in trouble, my darling daughter.”
“I’m not your daughter,” Nora said, “and I hate you.”
“Fine by me.” Melanie stuck the key in the ignition.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To a cold and lonely place where you’ll die a cold and lonely death, just like Drew Cameron did. The cold will make you sleepy after a while. You’ll stop shivering. You’ll go to sleep. It’ll be nice. I’ll tell police that you went to meet Devin. They’ll believe me.”
“You’re Kyle Rigby’s partner.”
“Kyle’s dead. I’m marrying your father on Valentine’s Day.”
“No, you’ll die a horrible death and suffer for all eternity in the fires of hell.”
Something about her tone-her moral certainty-made Melanie frightened for the first time in years. But her fear didn’t last. She would take Nora to an isolated spot in the mountains. With the weather, the location, the approach of nightfall, there was virtually no chance anyone would find her in time.
After she turned Thomas over to Scott Thorne, Jo walked back down to the stone fireplace and took a call from Mark Francona. She’d been expecting one. He didn’t ask her about the shooting. “The police received another tip. They’ve located their messenger.” He spoke without any hint of relief. “She said she didn’t come forward because she assumed there were other witnesses.”
“She saw the driver?”
“A woman. Blond hair-probably a wig.”
“Rigby had a partner.”
“We’re assuming he was involved in Bruni’s death.”
“He was.” Jo paused. “Mark, Thomas Asher’s fiancée recommended he hire Rigby.”
“Where is she now?”
“With Nora. I have to go.”
She dropped her phone and drew her weapon as she ran out the door, not surprised, somehow, when Elijah fell in beside her.
“It’s Melanie,” Jo said.
“I’ll find Nora.”
“Elijah-”
He shot ahead of her, charging out to the parking lot toward Melanie’s car. Jo ran behind him, leveling her Sig at the driver’s side. The window whirred down. Melanie looked shocked. “What on earth-”
“Hands up where I can see them,” Jo ordered.
“Why? What-”
“Hands up. Now.”
Melanie’s hands went up. “Good heavens. Relax.”
On the other side of the car, Elijah ripped open the passenger side and grabbed Nora, even as she screamed, “Melanie’s got a gun!”
He half carried, half dragged Nora behind his truck and told her to stay down.
Melanie sighed at Jo. “Nora’s talking nonsense. Where would I get a gun? I’m just taking her back to the Whittakers’ house. I know she’s upset, but to be this irresponsible and inconsiderate is beyond the pale.”
“Keep your hands where I can see them,” Jo said. “No sudden moves.”
“Why are you treating me like a criminal?”
Jo kept her weapon on her. “The police have a witness who can place you behind the wheel of the car that killed Alexander Bruni. You’re in a tough situation, Melanie. Your partner’s dead. He took us on because he knew he had no choice. It was kill or be killed by his own people. You need to cooperate.”
Her eyes shone with tears. “Please. Stop. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You and Rigby have failed, Melanie. I’m guessing the people you work for don’t like failure. The police are combing Drew’s cabin for evidence. If you left behind so much as an eyelash when you and your buddy Rigby killed Drew Cameron, they’ll find it.”
Melanie didn’t move, but a kind of calm came over her. She leveled her gaze on Jo with a bloodlust that was soul deep. “Drew died believing he’d exchanged his life for his son’s.”
“That’s not what happened,” Elijah said, cold, controlled.
“It is what happened,” Melanie said, addressing Jo, clearly taking pleasure from whatever image she had of that day. “He’d had a premonition. He knew his son was in mortal danger. He died and Elijah lived.”