“Who would?”
“Your uncle Gerald.”
“But he said he can’t inherit-”
“Gerald only said he couldn’t get anything from the DeMont estate. There could be money that didn’t come from her inheritance, and which would be fair game for Gerald. We need to talk to your friend Mr. Brennan to find out if there ever was a prenuptial agreement. I was hoping I could get you to call him again, ask his answering service to tell him that we want to drive out to-where does he stay?”
“Lake Arrowhead.”
“So tell him we’ll come up to Lake Arrowhead to talk to him.”
He made the call. When he hung up, he said, “I know that Gerald lied to me, but think about the things that have happened! This Richmond guy takes photos of my mom in an intersection, and she’s killed there! He takes these photos of my camper, and it blows up! What more do you need? I’m not saying I know why Richmond and Robert DeMont are trying to destroy us-hell, maybe they think of this as revenge. But Gerald couldn’t know you were going to find me that day, or even know where you live.”
“You’re right about Richmond and his photos, but I’m not so sure what you just said about Gerald is true.”
“What do you mean?”
“Something occurred to me while I was talking to McCain, telling him where he could count on finding Richmond. Earlier today, I had been asking myself some of those same questions-how could Gerald know where Richmond was going, and when he’d be there? Richmond might not have noticed that he had a tail on him, but Gerald wouldn’t be able to follow him around night and day. He works. And Deeny works, too. But I had forgotten a couple of pieces of information-failed to put them together until I was talking to McCain.”
I flipped to the page of my notebook that had the numbers from Margot’s caller-ID display written on it, and, next to them, the information Jerry Chase had looked up for me on the News-Express computers.
“I want to test a theory,” I said. I dialed the phone number. The number hadn’t answered the last time I called it-from the pay phone near Rivo Alto. I had called after closing time that night.
Travis looked on, puzzled.
“I’m calling a bar in Los Alamitos,” I said. “One that Harold Richmond frequents on a regular basis.”
After three rings, a gruff voice answered, “Wharf.”
“Hi,” I said. “Is Deeny there?”
Travis’s eyes widened.
“Naw, she won’t be in until five,” the voice answered, “but she’ll be working-no personal calls. Call her at home, all right?” He promptly hung up on me.
I repeated the conversation to Travis.
“So Richmond gets drunk at this bar and brags about his progress in the case,” Travis said. “And she goes home and tells Gerald.”
“Right.”
“Wouldn’t Richmond make the connection?”
“Not unless he sees her with Gerald; if she drives herself to and from work, probably not. And how many men in a bar ever learn a cocktail waitress’s last name?”
“I see your point. How did you know she worked there?”
“Our informant in the trailer park told us she was a cocktail waitress.”
“Trudy Flauson! Yes, now I remember.”
“Richmond the braggart,” I said. “Not hard to imagine him telling her about his obsession, especially when there’s some exciting news: Arthur is seeing his son again; Arthur is in the hospital; Arthur has legally married Briana Maguire.”
The phone rang. Travis answered it, then looked over at me. “It’s Mr. Brennan. He wants to give you directions to his house in Lake Arrowhead.”
30
We were on the Riverside Freeway, stuck in traffic, when the fight started. It began with what was supposed to be a compliment.
“I have to admit,” Travis said, “I’ve been surprised by the Kellys.”
“Finding out we aren’t such a bad bunch after all?” I said, trying to keep my tone light, but in retrospect, I’ll admit I failed to do so.
“I’m not ready to forgive Patrick, of course,” he said.
“Oh, of course not!”
He didn’t miss it that time. “Look, I’m sorry, but you weren’t living in Las Piernas when all hell broke loose for us. Your father completely turned his back on us.”
“Travis, that back had been turned on your family for years. I don’t say it was right-it obviously grew out of a terrible misunderstanding. But have you ever thought that your father could have explained what was going on?”
“Oh, right! He’s going to tell Patrick Kelly, who has scowled at him from the moment he met him, that he can’t read!”
“I’m not saying that what my father did was wonderful. But how hard did anybody on your side of the family work to patch things up?”
“Because he was known to be so forgiving? Look-forget about how he felt about my father. Do you realize how hard life was for my mother, after she split up with my dad?”
“Did she try to make contact with my father?”
“Did Patrick try to contact her?” he shot back.
I tried to count to ten. I got to three, and said, “A moment ago you said I didn’t know what was going on in Las Piernas then. You were only eleven. You didn’t know what was going on in my father’s life then, did you?”
“How could I? He wasn’t speaking to us. Besides, it couldn’t have been as bad as what was happening to her.”
“Oh, no? Well, listen to this, Your Honor, Judge of the Family. He had cancer. How’s that for an excuse?”
“He didn’t tell us,” he said, but he wasn’t shouting now.
“No, he was sort of like your own father. He had his secrets, too. He didn’t like to appear to be weak. He was the one who had to be strong for everybody else. He didn’t let me know about it until he was too sick to work. So I came down from Bakersfield and took care of him.”
“But Barbara-”
“Barbara couldn’t take it. She still hasn’t forgiven him for knowing that, for calling me to come to him. Then again, she hasn’t forgiven herself for running away from his illness.”
There was a long silence.
“Go ahead,” he said. “Ask.”
“Ask what?”
“Ask me why I was out riding around in a purple-and-yellow camper-”
“Oh, Christ-”
“-telling children’s stories-”
“That’s not what I was trying to say!” I protested.
“Telling fairy tales, while my parents were dying.”
“You didn’t know that!”
“I didn’t know what would happen to my mother.” He paused, swallowed hard. “But I knew my dad was dying.”
“Travis-no, please. I wasn’t trying to say anything like that.”
“Let me-let me explain.” He couldn’t go on for a moment, but gradually he pulled himself together and said, “I think I’ve told you that I reached a point in my life when I wanted to get to know my father-as an adult. My mother didn’t like the idea. I don’t think, looking back on it, that it was because she hated him then. Even during the worst of it, I think she still loved him. I guess I’ve always known that.
“But I don’t think she was ever a person who found it easy to trust others. She had trusted him, though, and he destroyed that trust. After that, she wouldn’t date other men. The one man she loved had caught her up in a thousand lies, and her son was a bastard whose face was a constant reminder of the man who destroyed her life-” Travis-
“No, she said that to me once. ”Every time I look at you, do you know who I see?“”
“She didn’t mean it-”
“Yes, she did. I’ll admit she was angry, but she meant it. It wasn’t so obvious when I was younger, with a boy’s face, but as I became a man, I was a reminder.” He paused, and added, “I’m not saying she didn’t love me. She did. I never doubted that.
“But you can see why,” he went on, “the closer my father and I became, the more upset she became. She started issuing ultimatums to me. You haven’t known me very long, but I guess you can imagine how well that worked.”