Chapter
Ten
THE STUDY WAS full of frazzled looking frustrated men and women. Kyle entered, closed the door, stripped off his coat, and tossed it over the tall back of the chair near the desk. “Anything?”
he asked the two men behind the large, square desk.
“No, sir.” The younger of the two looked up. “Sir, is there any point to this anymore?”
Kyle gave him a withering look. “Of course there’s a point.
The governor’s going to make his announcement tomorrow, and if we don’t find a way to clean up little Mrs. Stuart’s family act, we’ve got a lot of money that’s going to pull out like gang-busters.” He picked up a folder and studied it. “I’ve already gotten calls warning me.”
“Well, sir, unless you can talk to Mrs. Stuart, I’m not sure we’ve got anything here.” The man sighed and dropped his pen-cil. “I’ve checked financial, legal, tax records, DMV, credit…I’ve never seen people so clean in my life.”
“Oh, c’mon.” Kyle put the folder down. “You can’t tell me a bitch like that doesn’t have some skeletons. I don’t buy it.”
“He’s right, sir,” said the older man, a gruff, bear-like figure with a thick, grizzled beard and shrewd eyes. “Here’s the file recap.” He handed it to Kyle. “High school valedictorian, graduated mcl from Miami, worked for ILS for sixteen years, never late on her taxes, no tickets, no police record except for—”
“Except?” Kyle glanced at him. “I knew there was something.
What is it?”
The aide shook his head. “An incident several years back involving some fight at a bar. Some kids got attacked.”
Kyle looked delighted. “By her?”
“No,” the man replied. “She defended them. Put two of the assailants in the hospital, despite the fact they were armed with shotguns. The cops gave her a glowing commendation.”
Kyle frowned. “That’s not the answer I wanted.”
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late, sir. There’s just nothing there.” He shuffled some papers.
“And forget the parents. The mother’s Eastern money we don’t want to mess with, and the father’s got a military honor sheet longer than my leg.”
“Mmm.” Kyle’s face went still, only his eyes darting back and forth over the documents. “Real hero, huh?”
“Yes, sir.” The man nodded. “He was MIA for seven years.
Went in after a bunch of guys that had gotten captured and let himself get captured so they could get free.” He glanced down.
“Medal of Honor for that one, sir.”
Kyle snorted. The rest of the staff watched him uneasily.
“Well, if they won’t oblige us by handing us a scandal, I suppose we’ll have to manufacture one.”
The door opened. They all looked up to see Cynthia Stuart standing in the doorway, primly erect, her hands folded before her. She took a step inside and looked at all of them.
“Ah, Mrs. Stuart.” Kyle put on a charming smile. “We were just discussing transition plans.”
Cynthia closed the door and walked forward, scanning all their faces before she reached her late husband’s desk and stopped by it. “Please don’t waste your time. I’ve come here to inform you that you are all, as of this moment, fired.” She paused and took a pleased breath. “Please leave, or I’ll have security escort you out.”
For a moment there was nothing but shocked silence. “That would be now. At once.”
Stunned, they picked themselves up and edged out of the room. They jostled each other at the door and waited to clear it before uttering vicious whispers.
Only Kyle remained, staring at Cynthia with hooded eyes.
“I’m sure you don’t—”
“Most especially, I certainly do mean you as well, Mr. Evans,”
Cynthia said sharply. “It’s simply a pity that all I can do is fire you.”
Even Kyle was caught off guard by the icy tone. “You don’t know what you’re doing. I’ve got some information that could be very, very damaging—”
“I most certainly do.” She enunciated the words very carefully. “Roger is no longer here to protect you, and you will leave this house immediately, or I’ll have security drag you out of it and toss you over the wall.” Her voice rose. “You will not stay in my home one more second or visit even one more second’s abuse on my children. Out! ”
Kyle’s eyes narrowed as he circled the desk. “Think you can just order me around like that, lady? Better think again.”
160 Melissa Good He was stopped in his tracks, the back of his collar and belt held firmly and yanked, jerking him back several paces. A low, Southern-tinged drawl crawled over his shoulder.
“Ah do believe this lady asked you to leave.”
“Let me go.” Kyle struggled. He was jerked further back, where he collided with a large body.
“G’head.” Andrew lowered his voice. “Fight me, you bastard,
’cause I’m looking for one real small excuse to rip off yer arm and beat you with it.” The voice dropped further. “’Cause I can.”
Kyle stopped struggling, turned his head, and met Andrew’s pale blue eyes.
“And ah will,” Andrew rumbled. “Now, you figger my kid kicked yer ass round ’bout a year ago, and she’s a damn sight nicer than I am.”
For a moment, it could have gone either way, then Kyle glanced away. “If you put it that way, fine. I’ll be out of here as soon as I gather my gear. The information I have will certainly screw you over, too, you fucking sailor.”
Andrew swung him around and shoved him towards the door, adding a boot to the butt to hurry his progress. Kyle stumbled forward but caught himself on the chair, and, after grabbing his jacket, left the room without a single backward glance.
“Well.” Cynthia exhaled. “Thank you, Commander Roberts.”
She glanced at the door. “I’m afraid he might try to turn this to his advantage, however. He has quite a legal mind.”
“And ah have me a smart wife.” Andrew ambled across the room and drew back the heavy window curtains. Ceci slipped out, putting the cap on a small, nifty looking video camera. “Who don’t like to take chances.”
Ceci gave Cynthia a smile. “Well done. Couldn’t have done it better myself, though I suspect my daughter could have.”
Cynthia Stuart let out a long, relieved sigh. “I have so dreamed of doing that. For such a long time.” She collected herself and straightened. “I believe I need a drink after that, however.
Will you join me?”
“Absolutely.” Ceci curled her arm around Andrew’s and smiled. “We should talk.”
Andrew looked thoughtfully at the door. “Ya’ll go on; I’ll catch you up,” he said, gently disengaging his arm and heading after Kyle.
IT WAS DARK in the hall, but Dar’s night vision was up to the task. She glided down the steps on bare feet without a whisper of sound and crossed the huge foyer with a quick look in either Thicker Than Water 161
direction.
The big house was quiet, but not silent. Its walls creaked, and there were soft sounds of cutlery clinking somewhere off to one side that indicated not everyone was sleeping. Dar paused in the doorway of the main hall to listen, only moving on when she was sure no one was headed her way.
She wasn’t even sure why she was doing this, except that she knew if she told Kerry what was going on, and she hadn’t even tried looking, her partner would be upset. It would be like she’d quit, and Dar clearly remembered Kerry’s reaction to that the last time she had just given up.