“Half sister. Same mother, different father. Mother was over six feet. Funny thing is, both our fathers were shorter than she was. Guess we got her height genes.”
“Is Paul your married name?” asked Sean.
“I hope not, since I’ve never been married. Paul was my father’s surname.”
“But you obviously know Edgar Roy?”
“Yes, although I’m eleven years older than he is.”
“You’re forty-six?” said Sean.
“Yes.”
“You look a lot younger than that,” said Michelle.
She smiled. “It’s not from pious living, I can tell you that.”
Sean returned the smile. “I guess a lot of people could make that concession, including me. But then again I think I look every day of my age and then some.”
Paul continued. “Our mother divorced my father when I was nine. She married Edgar’s father, and they had him shortly afterward.”
“So you two were together as a family for how long?”
“Until I left for college.”
“And your mother and stepfather are dead?”
“My stepfather died about the time I left. Our mother passed on seven years ago. Cancer.”
“What happened to your stepfather?” asked Sean.
“He had an accident.”
“What sort of accident?”
“The sort where he stopped breathing.”
“And your father?”
“He and my mother divorced when I was a little girl. Haven’t heard from him since. Probably why she divorced him in the first place. Not the most caring man in the world.”
Sean said, “How did you get permission to hire a lawyer to represent your brother?”
“Eddie is a brilliant person. It wasn’t that he could sort of remember everything he ever saw, read, or heard. He could recall it precisely right down to the date and time he’d experienced it. And he could take pieces of any puzzle you gave him and spit out the solution in no time. He operated on a different plane than the rest of us.” She paused. “Do you know what an eidetic memory is?”
“Like a photographic one?” said Sean.
“Pretty much. Mozart had one. Tesla too. Someone with an eidetic memory can, for instance, recite pi’s decimal places to over one hundred thousand. All from memory. It’s a genetic thing coupled with a little freak-of-nature occurrence. It’s like the wiring in the brain is simply better than everyone else’s. You can’t learn to be eidetic – you either are or you aren’t.”
“And your brother obviously had an eidetic memory?”
“Actually something more than that. He never forgot anything, but beyond that, like I said, he could see how all the pieces of any puzzle went together. ‘This fact affecting that fact’ sort of thing. No matter how disparate or seemingly unrelated. Sort of like looking at an anagram once and knowing exactly what it’s really saying. Most people use about ten percent of their brain. Eddie is probably up around ninety to ninety-five percent.”
“Pretty impressive,” said Michelle.
“He could have achieved greatness in any number of fields.”
“I sense a but coming,” prompted Sean.
“But he didn’t have a lick of common sense. Never did, never will. And if something didn’t interest him he ignored it, regardless of the consequences. Years ago, after he forgot to pay his bills, renew his driver’s license, and even pay his taxes, I got a power of attorney from him. I couldn’t do everything for him, but I tried my best.”
“If you did all that, how could you remain in the shadows of his life? The press didn’t even mention that he had a half sister after he was arrested.”
“I’d been gone for a long time. And I’d never come back home for long. And I had a different last name. But much of the help I provided him could be done long-distance.”
“But still.”
“And I’m a private person.”
“Is that why you moved here?” asked Michelle.
“Partly.” She sipped her coffee.
“Hilary is dead, too,” said Sean suddenly. “Did you know that?”
CHAPTER 26
FOR THE FIRST TIME Kelly Paul did not appear to be in control. She set the coffee cup down, raised a hand to her eyes, and then put it back down. “When?”
The tone was one of curiosity mixed with anger. Sean thought he might have also gleaned a hint of regret.
“Last night, outside of Bergin’s house.”
“How?”
Michelle glanced at Sean, who said, “She was set up and shot.” He leaned forward. “Do you have any idea what’s going on here, Ms. Paul?”
Paul wrested herself from whatever she was thinking. Clearing her throat, she said, “You need to understand that my brother didn’t kill those people. He was framed.”
“Why? By whom?”
“If I knew that I wouldn’t need you. But I would say that whoever did it is particularly powerful and well connected.”
“Why would people like that be targeting your brother?”
“Well, that’s the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question, now isn’t it?”
“And you’re saying you don’t even have an idea?”
“I’m not really saying anything. You’re the investigators.”
“So you knew Bergin had hired us?”
“I suggested it. He told me he knew you, Sean. I’d read about some of the work you’d done. I said we needed a pair like you on the job because it wouldn’t be simple.”
“When was the last time you saw or spoke to your brother?” asked Sean.
“You mean before he stopped talking at all?”
“How did you know that? That your brother had stopped talking?”
“Teddy told me. And the last time I spoke with my brother was by phone a week before he was arrested.”
“What did he say?”
“Nothing of great importance. Certainly not that he suspected six bodies were buried at the family farm.”
“How long had the place been in your family?”
“My mother and stepfather bought it when they got married. After our mother died, she left it to both of us. I was living abroad and so I told Eddie to take it.”
“Even after he started working for the government he lived with his mother?”
“Yes. He was at the local IRS office in Charlottesville, although I know he had responsibilities that would take him to Washington fairly regularly. Edgar really had no ambition to move into his own place. He liked the farm. It was quiet, isolated.”
“And he obviously lived there alone after your mother died.”
“He had no alternative. I was out of the country.”
“Where were you living abroad?” asked Sean. “And what were you doing?”
Paul, who had been staring at a spot on the wall about a foot above Sean’s head, now swung her gaze directly in his direction. “I wasn’t aware that I was the subject of your investigation. And yet the truly personal inquiries seemed all aimed in my general vicinity.”
“I like to be thorough.”
“A grand attribute. Just point it in the direction of my brother’s case.”
Sean took this snub in stride. And he did note that her vocabulary and tone had subtly changed. “We’ve read the police file on the bodies discovered at the farm.”
“Six of them. All men. All white. All under the age of forty. And all as yet unidentified.”
“As I understand it nothing has come back on fingerprints or DNA.”
“Quite remarkable. On the TV police shows everyone’s in the database and it only takes a few seconds to find them.” Paul smiled and took a long sip of coffee.
“I could see one or two or maybe even three not being in the system. But all six?”
“I think you and Michelle need to go there and look around.”
“You’re officially retaining us?”