“I overheard that interesting conversation you had with Betsy the night of the Gala. Even though you had pulled away from the crowd, I followed you. I was on the other side of those palms they had brought in for decoration. You didn’t realize how much you had raised your voice.”
George Curtis knew that the nightmare he had feared was happening. Was Isabelle going to tell him, now that the twins were raised, that she wanted a divorce? “Isabelle, I’m sorrier than you can possibly imagine,” he said. “Please, please forgive me.”
“Oh, I already have,” Isabelle said promptly. “Did you think that I was too stupid to suspect you were having an affair with that slut? When I overheard the two of you, I decided I wasn’t about to lose you. I realized we had grown apart, and I knew that some of it was my fault. I wasn’t going to forgive you too easily, but I’m still glad I made that decision. You’ve been a wonderful husband and father, and I love you dearly.”
“I was so terribly worried and guilty all these years,” George Curtis said, his voice breaking.
“I know you were,” Isabelle said crisply. “That was my way of punishing you. Oh, here’s Louis with your Bloody Mary. I’ll bet you’re ready for it now.”
My God, I thought I knew my wife! George Curtis exclaimed to himself as he reached for the glass Louis was putting in front of him.
“Louis, I think we’re ready to have lunch now,” Isabelle said as she took a sip of her iced tea.
When Louis went back to the kitchen, Isabelle said, “George, when you warned Betsy that if she ever told me about your affair with her you would kill her, I may not have been the only one who heard you. Like I said, you didn’t realize how loud you were speaking. Then, after we came home and went to bed, I fell asleep in your arms. When I woke up at four A.M. you weren’t in bed, and it was more than an hour before you returned. I just assumed that you were downstairs watching television. You always do, if you wake up and can’t go back to sleep. When I heard Betsy had been smothered, I begged God that if you had killed her, you didn’t leave any evidence that would lead to you. If anything comes up during the filming of this program, I’ll swear that you never left our bed that night.”
“Isabelle, you don’t believe…”
“George, we live only a few blocks away from them. You could have walked to their house in five minutes. You knew the layout. And frankly, I don’t care if you killed her. I know we can afford it, but I see no reason why you should have paid twenty-five million dollars in blackmail to that tramp.”
As George held her chair for her at the table, Isabelle said, “I love you so dearly, George, and the twins adore you. Don’t say anything to spoil that. Now here comes Louis with the salad. I’ll bet you’re hungry, aren’t you?”
50
“Okay, guys, that was great. Take a break now. Alison Schaefer is next. We’ll start in half an hour,” Laurie said briskly. Jerry, Grace, and the camera crew knew that was Laurie’s way of saying, “Get lost.” It was clear to them that she wanted to talk to Alex Buckley alone. As they filed out, they closed the door of the den without asking. Then Alex suggested, “Why don’t I get a cup of coffee for both of us? I know you like yours black, no sugar.”
“Sounds wonderful,” Laurie admitted.
“I’ll be right back,” he said as he unfolded his long legs and stood up.
When he returned five minutes later, coffee cups in hand, Laurie was seated in the chair where Claire had been and was busy scribbling notes. “Thanks so much,” she said as he placed the cups on the table between them. “Are they all out there? I mean, is Claire talking to them about her interview with you?”
“I don’t know where Claire is, but there’s something funny going on with the rest of them,” Alex Buckley replied. “Regina is white as a ghost, and Nina and her mother are obviously having an argument on the patio. No surprise there. Alison and Rod are taking a walk near the pool. The way he has his arm around her, I think she’s terribly upset. She’s holding a handkerchief and dabbing her eyes.”
Astonished, Laurie asked, “What could have brought all that on?”
“When you and I left them, Claire followed only a few minutes behind,” Alex said, his brow furrowed. “We left the other three waiting for Josh to bring more coffee. I’m telling you, Laurie, something happened that upset all of them. Maybe I can get it out of Alison when I interview her.” His tone became crisp. “I know you want to talk to me about the interview with Claire.”
“Yes, I do,” Laurie said. “Why did you ask her so much about her relationship with Robert Powell?”
“Laurie, think about it. She and her mother had obviously been very tight for the first thirteen years of Claire’s life. Then Robert Powell enters the picture. No matter how glamorous it may have been for her to move into this mansion, there is no doubt from everything I have read that Claire’s mother and Powell were virtually inseparable. And why didn’t Claire go away to college as her friends did? Claire must have been home alone a lot of nights. From what I gathered, Betsy and Powell were out almost every night on the social scene. Why couldn’t Claire board at Vassar? Didn’t you hear and see the way Claire’s expression changed when she talked about Powell? I’m telling you right now that something was going on there,” Alex said vehemently.
Laurie stared at him, then nodded.
Alex smiled. “You caught it, too. I was sure you would. Whenever I’m preparing a case for trial, I have my investigators dig into the backgrounds of the people I’m defending as well as the ones who are on the witness stand testifying either for or against my client. One of the first things I learned was to dig below the obvious. If you ask me, Claire Bonner was not as heartsick at her mother’s death as she claims to be.”
“At first I was attributing her reaction to shock,” Laurie admitted. “Then I felt the same way. She only talked about her anger over the way the police treated her and the other girls. Not one word about grieving for her mother.” Laurie changed gears. “Now, before Alison Schaefer comes in, let me give you my first impressions of her.”
Alex sipped his coffee as Laurie continued. “Rod Kimball and Alison Schaefer were married four months after the Gala, and yet she hadn’t even invited him as her date that night. Was she rushing into a situation because of the way they were all grilled after Betsy’s death? The only other thing that I can see was that she lost out on a scholarship. It was awarded to the girl whose marks were second to hers but who happened to be the daughter of Betsy’s friend. Did the fact that Powell donated a ton of money to Alison’s college influence the scholarship award? Yes, I think it was the kind of scholarship donated by an alumnus, and the dean chose the winner at his discretion.”
Alex nodded. “You’ve done plenty of your own digging, I see.”
“Yes, I have,” Laurie agreed. “And I’ve wondered whether the fact that Rod had just signed a great contract with the Giants had anything to do with Alison suddenly marrying him. But if so, when he had that accident, she certainly stuck by him, didn’t she? Apparently he had always had a crush on her, from way back when they were in kindergarten. At the time they were married, he had a brilliant future as a quarterback. Even if the attraction was the fame and fortune of pro football, there had to be more to her feelings than that. The last twenty years are proof of it.”
“Or is it possible she was so upset about losing the scholarship that she smothered Betsy and confessed it to Rod? That would certainly have been his hold over her for all of these years,” Alex suggested.
There was a knock on the den door, and the cameraman looked in. “Laurie, are you ready for us yet?”