"Home. In bed. With my wife."
I took a last long drag on the cigarette and exhaled through half a smile. "She's going to have to change her name to Alibi."
Berne held up his hands. "That's it. I'm through here. I came out of the goodness of my heart to help-"
"Put the violin away, Berne. We both know why you came here. You want Jade ruined. That's fine with me. I have my own agenda."
"Which is what?"
"My client's interest. Maybe we can both end up with what we want. How long after Sallie Hughes died did Trey take his horses to Jade?" I asked.
"Two weeks."
"And when did you hear Hughes had bought the property in Fairfields?"
"A month later."
My head felt like it had been put in a vise. I didn't want to know the sordid details of Trey Hughes' life or Michael Berne's life or Don Jade's life. I wanted to find Erin Seabright. My luck she lived in Pandora's box.
I pulled her photograph out of the inside pocket of my jacket and handed it to Berne. "Have you ever seen this girl?"
"No."
"She worked for Jade up until last Sunday. She was a groom."
Berne made a face. "Grooms come and go. I have all I can do to keep track of my own."
"This one vanished. Look again, please. You never saw her with Jade?"
"Jade always has women around him. I don't see the attraction, myself."
"Jade has a reputation in that area, doesn't he? Sleeps with the help?"
"The help, the clients, other people's clients. There's nothing he won't stoop to."
"That's what I'm afraid of, Mr. Berne," I said. I handed him a plain white card with a number printed on it. "If you have anything useful to tell, please call this number and leave a message. Someone will contact you. Thank you for your time."
L andry parked his car among the giant four-by-four trucks, BMWs, and Jaguars, and got out, already scanning the ground so he wouldn't step in anything. He'd grown up in a city. All he knew about horses was that they were huge and smelled bad.
The day was bright and warm. He squinted even through the lenses of his aviator shades as he surveyed the scene. It looked like a goddam refugee camp-tents and animals everywhere. People on bicycles and motor scooters. Dust billowed in clouds as trucks rumbled past.
He saw Jade's sign, went into the tent, and asked the first person he saw where Mr. Jade was. An Hispanic man with a pitchfork of shit in hand nodded to the side of the tent and said, "Outside."
Landry went in the direction of the nod. Halfway between Jade's tent and the next a man in riding clothes was sipping from a Starbucks cup, listening impassively as an attractive blonde talked at him. The blonde seemed upset.
"Mr. Jade?"
The pair turned and looked at him as he approached and showed them his badge.
"Detective Landry, Sheriff's Office. I'd like to ask you a few questions."
"Oh, my God!" the blonde laughed, flashing a big smile. "I knew you'd get caught! You never should have torn the tag off that mattress." She turned the smile on Landry. "Paris Montgomery. I'm Mr. Jade's assistant trainer."
Landry didn't smile back. Three hours' sleep didn't supply enough energy to waste on phony charm. He looked past the woman. "You're Mr. Jade?"
"What's this about?" Jade asked, striding into the tent and past Landry, trying to draw him back away from where passersby might see them.
"Are you aware of what happened here last night?" Landry asked. "Some horses were set loose a couple of tents down the row."
"Michael Berne's," Paris Montgomery supplied. "Of course we know. It's terrible. Something has to be done about security. Do you have any idea what these animals are worth?"
"Their weight in gold, apparently," Landry said, bored hearing about it. Why in hell should a horse be worth a million bucks if it wasn't on a racetrack?
"He's going to come after you, Don," she said to her boss. "You know Michael will be telling everyone who'll listen you did the deed-or had it done."
"Why would you say that, Ms. Montgomery?" Landry asked.
"Because that's how Michael is: bitter and vindictive. He blames everything but his lack of talent on Don."
Jade looked at her with hooded eyes. "That's enough, Paris. Everyone knows Michael is jealous."
"Of what?" Landry asked.
"Of Don," the woman said. "Don is everything Michael is not, and when Michael's clients see that and leave him, he blames Don. He probably turned those horses loose himself just so he could publicly blame Don."
Landry kept his eyes on Jade. "That must get old. You ever want to do something to shut him up?"
Jade's expression never changed. Calm, cool, controlled. "I learned a long time ago to ignore people like Michael."
"You should threaten to sue him for libel," Paris said. "Maybe that would shut him up."
"Slander," Jade corrected her. "Slander is spoken. Libel is written."
"Don't be such a prick," Paris snapped. "He's doing everything he can to ruin your reputation. And you walk around like you think you're in some kind of isolation bubble. You think he can't hurt you? You think he isn't in Trey's ear every chance he gets?"
"I can't stop Michael from spewing his venom, and I can't stop people from listening to him," Jade said. "I'm sure Detective Landry didn't come here to listen to us complain."
"I'm not here about the horses either," Landry said. "A woman was assaulted in the attempt to stop whoever set them loose."
Paris Montgomery's brown eyes widened in shock. "What woman? Stella? Michael's wife? Was she hurt?"
"I understand there was a scene yesterday between you and Mr. Berne, Mr. Jade," Landry said. "Would you care to tell me where you were around two A.M.?"
"No, I would not," Jade said curtly, going to stand beside the horse that was tied in an open stall. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Detective, I have a horse to ride."
"Maybe you'd rather discuss it at length at the Sheriff's Office," Landry suggested. He didn't like being dismissed like a servant.
Jade gave him a look. Haughty-even through the shades. "Maybe you'd rather take it up with my attorney."
"Save your money and my time, Mr. Jade. All you have to do is tell me where you were. It's only a trick question if you were here."
"I was with a friend. We were not here."
"Does this friend have a name?"
"Not as far as you're concerned."
He tightened a strap on the saddle. The horse pinned its ears.
Landry looked for a place to jump in case the beast went nuts or something. It looked mean, like it would bite.
Jade unsnapped the ties that held the animal in the stall.
"Our conversation is over," Jade announced. "Unless you have something that connects me to what happened, other than the hearsay that Michael and I don't get along-and I know that you don't-I don't intend to speak to you again."
He led the horse out of the stall and down the aisle. Landry pressed back against a wall, holding his breath-a good idea regardless, in this place. The smell of manure and horses and Christ-knew-what hung in the air like smog. When the horse was out of range to kick him, he followed.
"What about you, Ms. Montgomery?"
The blonde caught a look from her boss, then turned to Landry. "Ditto. What he said. With a friend."
They went out into the sunshine and Jade mounted the horse. "Paris, bring my coat and hat."