“He was murdered last night.”
Chapter Fifteen
Regan had really made a mess of her knee. As much as she wanted to, she knew she couldn’t put off the surgery any longer. She called the orthopedic surgeon’s office Monday morning, fully expecting that, because of his busy schedule, he wouldn’t be able to get to her for at least a month or two. That would give her sufficient time to get ready mentally and physically. As it turned out, he had a last-minute cancellation Tuesday morning. She didn’t tell anyone except Henry, her assistant, because she didn’t want her brothers or her friends worrying about her.
The doctor was able to do arthroscopic surgery, which meant a much shorter recovery time. She only had to use crutches for two days, and after two additional days of taking it easy, she began rehab.
She had just finished a workout to strengthen her knee when Sophie and Cordie stopped by her suite in the hotel.
“I’m still angry with you, Regan,” Sophie said. “We had to find out you had surgery after the fact.”
Cordie agreed. “You’d be furious if Sophie or I did that to you.”
“You’re right. I was wrong,” she said. “I just didn’t want you to worry, and it was no big deal.”
“I don’t care if it was a big deal or not. You should have told us,” Sophie argued.
“I don’t know what irritates me more. That you had surgery without us, or that you bailed on that godawful seminar where we had to listen to that quack doctor do one stupid exercise after another. It was the most miserable weekend of my life.”
“It was pretty awful,” Sophie agreed. “After the seminar, I talked to Shields’s people about refunding your fee, but they refused. I told them you had hurt your knee, but they weren’t at all sympathetic. The woman told us Shields has a strict policy. No refunds. How come I’m not surprised?”
“I demanded to talk to the doctor himself,” Cordie said. She had spotted a candy dish on the credenza and was sorting through the hard candies looking for peppermints.
“And that’s when we found out Shields has gone to his vacation home. Debbie said he needs his alone-time to rejuvenate. I translated that to mean he needs time to come up with more idiotic exercises.”
Regan nodded. “I don’t think he can top the people-I-want-dead list.”
Sophie grinned. “That one was really kind of fun.”
“Who did you put on your list?” Regan asked. “Anyone I know?”
Sophie’s eyes widened. “Of course not. That would have been… barbaric. I made up names. And they all rhymed.”
“What about you, Cordie?”
“The Seven Dwarfs,” she said.
Regan’s face was turning red. Cordie noticed. “You wrote real names, didn’t you?”
She didn’t have to answer. They both knew she had. She waited until they’d stopped laughing and said, “Okay, it’s official. I’m a complete idiot. It just never occurred to me to make up names. I guess I was feeling stressed at the time.”
“Which brings me to my proposition,” Sophie said. She gave her friend a sly grin and continued. “I think we should take a vacation. I’ve rented a condo, and it’s right on the beach. It would do us all good to get away. You could use a rest, Regan.”
“Where is this beach?”
“The Caymans,” she answered. “So, what do you say? I’ve called the airline, and we can leave this evening.”
Regan glanced at Cordie, who was looking sheepish, and then turned back to Sophie. She recognized that look in her eye.
“So, what’s the real reason, Sophie?” Regan asked. “Something’s up. I can tell.”
Sophie confessed. “Well… I did some digging. And guess where Dr. Shields’s vacation home is?”
Regan caught on quickly. “The Caymans,” she answered. She turned to Cordie. “And you’re in on this?”
Cordie nodded. “I know. I can’t believe I’m just dropping everything and running off to the Cayman Islands.”
“Daddy says that lots of people use the Cayman banks to hide their money from their spouses or creditors-”
“Or the IRS?” Regan asked.
“Definitely the IRS,” Sophie said.
“And you’re sure that Shields is in the Caymans now?” Regan asked.
“He’s been spotted on the beach behind his house,” Sophie answered confidently.
“What do you mean, ‘he’s been spotted’? How would you know-”
“Daddy gave me the name of a guy to call, and he was happy to check. Shields is there, all right.”
“How long are you going to be gone?” Regan asked.
“We’ve got the condo for two weeks,” Sophie said. “It all depends.”
“Can you take that much time?”
Cordie answered. “Why not? Sophie’s a good two months ahead with her column, and I’m officially through with school until next term. I’ve got the entire summer off to work on my dissertation, but I’m not going to take any work with me. I plan to sit in the shade and relax. This constant rain is depressing, and when I get depressed, I eat.”
“I wish I could go with you, but I can’t,” Regan said. “The art auction is coming up. I can’t miss it, and I’ve got to get ready for the annual family meeting.”
“I don’t know why you bother,” Sophie said. “Your vote doesn’t count for anything. Spencer always votes with Aiden, Walker abstains, and you’re always the dissenting vote. You don’t have any power-“
Cordie interrupted. “You know that’s not true. Aiden can’t start another hotel without all four signatures. She has the power to stop any kind of expansion. Without her vote, everything comes to a complete standstill.”
“But I won’t do that,” Regan said. “I want more money for the art projects Henry and I started last year. You’ve seen the response. It’s been phenomenal.” She sighed then. “We’re getting off the track. I’ve got to write a report to justify the increase I want, and that’s going to take time. I really wish you’d go somewhere else for a vacation.”
“This isn’t a vacation,” Sophie said.
“It is for me,” Cordie countered.
“Shields could be dangerous. If he did send his bodyguards to Mary Coolidge’s house-”
Sophie interrupted. “I know, but I’m not going to back away from this. I’m going to nail him, one way or another.”
“I don’t like the sound of that,” Regan said. “Don’t do anything illegal. And please be careful.”
Sophie shrugged. “He stood me up, you know.”
“Excuse me?” Regan said.
“The last day of the seminar, he asked me out… to dinner,” she said. “And I agreed. We were supposed to meet at the top of the Hyatt, and I waited for over an hour. He never showed.”
“You agreed to go out with that creep?” Regan asked.
“I didn’t agree to go to bed with him, so stop looking so horrified. We hadn’t been able to get into his computer or find any records at the seminar. I just wanted to get close to him so I could-”
“Get to his records?” Cordie asked. “Sophie, you need to start thinking things through.”
“Have you got any better ideas?”
“What will you do when you find him in the Caymans?” Regan asked.
“I don’t know yet,” Sophie answered, “but I’ll think of something.”
Chapter Sixteen
It was Regan’s first full day back at work and Henry was driving her nuts trying to pamper her. He hovered like a doting grandmother. He wouldn’t even let her reach for a pencil. Fortunately, he had a full schedule and several errands to run that morning. As he was leaving, she asked him to stop by the parking garage and get her cell phone from her car. She was sure that’s where she had left it.