Part 22 (2/2)
”Innocence?”
”I a.s.sume he continues to claim that his purchase of Sumter shares is simply a pa.s.sive investment and that he has no intention of making a run at my bank.”
”That's right.”
Dudley pa.s.sed a hand through his silver hair. ”He's a slimy son of a b.i.t.c.h.”
”Mr. Lawrence did ask one interesting question,” she volunteered.
Both men glanced up quickly.
”What was that, Angela?” Hill prompted.
She'd been waiting since the moment she'd walked into the office to deliver this round from the howitzer. Dudley might keel over from a heart attack when he heard what she was about to say, but she wasn't going to be the one to give him CPR. ”He wanted to know if I thought you would make a good chairman, Mr. Hill.”
For a moment the room was deathly still, then Dudley exploded. ”I'll kill the b.a.s.t.a.r.d! I'll kill the f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d!”
Angela glanced out of the Honda Accord's pa.s.senger window at the stately homes and beautifully manicured lawns and gardens of Richmond's West End. Liv had picked her up in front of the Sumter Tower for lunch, then headed out to the city's most affluent neighborhood. ”Why are you bringing me all the way out here?”
”It's an experiment,” Liv answered evasively.
Angela rolled her eyes. It seemed as if there was always a surprise with Liv. ”I can't be gone from the office too long. I've got things to do.”
”Like what?” Liv wanted to know. ”Good G.o.d, you work yourself to the bone for that bank. What have the stuffed s.h.i.+rts at the top ever done for you? You can play hooky every once in a while.”
Liv was right. The only pressing thing on her plate right now was to keep reviewing the package Jake Lawrence had handed her last night before she left his hotel suite. She'd already been through it once. Unable to sleep much last night, she'd spent time going through the information after Tucker had taken her home. Besides, she was having a difficult time keeping her mind on anything but the fact that Kate Charboneau was about to meet with Danny Ford and his lawyer. Jake had led the horses to water, but he might not be able to make them drink. Perhaps a little distraction wasn't such a bad idea after all.
”You seem preoccupied.”
”No, I'm not,” Angela protested.
Liv grunted. ”I've known you long enough to recognize the signs. You haven't said a word all the way out here. And your fingers couldn't be locked together any tighter,” she said, nodding at Angela's lap.
Angela shook her head and smiled. ”You think you're so smart.”
”You're nervous about that meeting your lawyer is having this afternoon.”
She had told Liv about the meeting but hadn't provided many details. Not how or why it had come about. ”If the guy recants his testimony, I might get to see Hunter more than two days a month. It's a very important meeting. Of course I'm anxious.”
”It's important all right, but worrying about it won't do you any good.” Liv gestured out the window at a particularly large home they were just pa.s.sing. ”Look at that place, Angela. It's huge.”
”It's beautiful,” she agreed.
”This is how the 'haves' live.” The boulevard was two lanes wide here and Liv zipped around a car in front of them. ”By the way, I had an interesting call last night.”
”Oh?”
”Yup. The guy wouldn't tell me his name, but he claimed he had information on Bob Dudley. Information Dudley wouldn't want me to hear.”
Angela's eyes flashed from the window to Liv. ”You're kidding.”
”No, I'm not. He kept asking me if I was committed to bringing down the chairman. Said he'd read my article in theTrib about Sumter and Dudley, and he wanted to know if I really had the stomach for a fight. The thing is, I just had my number changed again last week. Seems like I have to do that more and more often these days.”
”What information did the guy have?”
”He wouldn't tell me. Said he'd call back in a few days, then he hung up when I started pressing him for specifics.” Liv paused. ”He was probably just a crackpot, but I had my number changed again this morning just in case.”
A chill raced up Angela's spine. Jake Lawrence had the resources to get almost anything. Finding an unlisted number would be child's play for his people. ”Did you star 69 him?”
”Yeah. The call was made from a pay phone not far from my place.” She laughed. ”I didn't even know there were pay phones anymore.”
Angela took a deep breath. ”How can you be so calm? Did you call the police?”
”No.” Liv eased off the accelerator, flicked on the car's turn signal, and entered a Sumter branch parking lot.
”You should have.”
”When you've been a reporter as long as I have, you get used to this kind of thing. Calling the police would be a big waste of time,” she said, swinging into a parking s.p.a.ce next to a large Mercedes sedan. ”Here we are,” she announced. ”Let's go.”
Angela stepped out of the car and looked up. The Sumter branch building was a picturesque Colonial structure with a brick facade and white pillars in front. The area around the building was impeccably maintained, and huge trees obscured the building from the surrounding residences.
”What are we doing here?” Angela asked as they headed toward the front door. A white woman coming out of the branch gave Liv a long look, then darted toward her car.
”Conducting our experiment.”
A few minutes later Angela and Liv were sitting in the gla.s.sed-in cubicle of a young loan officer. He was no more than twenty-four, Angela guessed. In all probability this branch a.s.signment was only temporary for him, a part of the same training program she'd completed in her first six months at the bank. Sooner or later he'd be transferred downtown into the corporate lending department where he could make Sumter some real money. He had the right look. Preppy and monied. She knew what kind of salaries permanent branch loan officers made, and it wasn't enough to pay for the Brooks Brothers suit and the flashy silk tie the young man was wearing. Besides, a young man like this wouldn't be satisfied with a career handling mortgages.
”I'm Trip Bishop,” he announced, smoothing his tie. ”And you two are?”
”I'm Liv Jefferson and this is my friend Angela,” she explained, gesturing at Angela.
Bishop smiled over his desk. ”Nice to meet you, Angela. Now, how can I help you, Ms. Jefferson?”
”I need a mortgage,” she replied. ”I'm buying a house out here in the West End.”
Trip's smile faded. ”Here in the West End?”
”Yes. Over by Saint Christopher's School. You know, the boys' private school?”
”I know where Saint Chris's is.” Trip scrunched up his face. ”My parents live over near there. That's expensive territory, Ms. Jefferson. You can't get anything for less than half a million. You sure you can afford that?”
”I'm sure.”
”Okay. Well, you'll need to fill out a loan application. You can go over there,” he suggested, gesturing at a counter. ”When you've completed it, someone else can help you if I'm busy.”
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