Part 13 (1/2)
I hadn't heard from Lieutenant Binder all day, so I stopped at the police station. He was in the same conference room where he'd been the day before and was surrounded, if possible, by even more people, paper, and equipment. Once again, he asked everyone to leave when I entered. On his way out, Jamie raised his eyebrows at me in what I took to be a warning not to get into trouble.
”I've come by to see if we can open tomorrow,” I said to Binder. ”The porch is down and the town will give us permission to reopen. It's all perfectly safe.”
Two vertical lines formed over the bridge of his ski-slope nose. ”Safe. That's a curious word to use for a place that's been the scene of a murder and an arson fire. It was arson, by the way. We found chemical traces of accelerant on the porch, both the decking and rails.”
I wasn't as surprised to hear it as he thought I'd be. Etienne and the building inspector had thought the same.
”You see how this changes things,” Binder said. ”We originally thought Wilson's body was left in your mansion to hurt or scare the bride. But it looks a lot more like this might have something to do with your family or your business. Any ideas?”
Something was going on. Tony Poitras and Ray Wilson developed resorts on islands. Quentin Tupper was playing some kind of game with me. There'd been that strange scene with Marie Halsey and Ray's mother at the funeral. I didn't understand any of it. I'd been dead wrong in my hypothesis about Tony being jealous of Ray.
I didn't want to make a fool of myself in front of Binder so I answered straightforwardly, keeping my vague suspicions to myself. ”The business doesn't owe any money except to the bank. We haven't fired anyone recently. And I never met Ray Wilson while he was alive. So I don't see a connection.”
”Maybe you never did, but Etienne Martineau met Wilson. He's admitted it.”
”I know. He told me. Wilson was planning some silly prank on Tony, the groom.”
”Is that what Mr. Martineau told you? I'm afraid it's not true. Ray Wilson approached Martineau about buying your island.”
What? ”That's ridiculous! He never did. I'm sure if he had, Etienne would have told me. Besides, Etienne doesn't own the island. It's not his to sell.”
Binder put up a hand. ”I hear you, but that's what Martineau told us. I recommend you talk directly to him about it.”
My head felt swimmy and Binder sounded like he was far away. Why in the world would Etienne have kept that from me? I pulled myself together enough to ask, ”So can we open tomorrow or not?”
”Now that the arson results are in, I want to do one more search of the island with my team. Tomorrow. Then we'll see where we stand.”
We'd been closed Sunday, open for one glorious day on Monday, closed again yesterday and today. Three days lost. Now he was telling me we were certain to be closed again tomorrow. Four of the five down days in the business plan gone. I tried one more time. ”I'm not sure you understand how urgent it is that we open. Our financial situation is-”
”Ms. Snowden, believe me. I understand your situation quite well. For one thing, Officer Dawes reminds me every day. For another, I've spent plenty of time investigating your finances.” He smiled. ”If you had any insurance on that old mansion, I'd be looking at you for the arson fire.”
Was that a joke? It was a h.e.l.l of a time for him to develop a sense of humor. I didn't know whether to laugh or freak out. ”I want to be on the island tomorrow when you search it,” I said with as much force as I could muster.
”Thanks,” he said. ”I'm sure that will be helpful.”
I left police headquarters and fast-walked down to the town dock. Our little ticket kiosk was locked up tight with a sad sign in the window indicating the clambakes were canceled until further notice. I let myself in and raised Etienne on the radio, telling him we needed to talk immediately. He agreed to come in from the island right away.
When he arrived, we sat on a bench overlooking the harbor. The c.o.c.ktail hour cruises had left, so it was quiet, if not completely private. I could tell Etienne was anxious. It was unlike me to order him around. He was my father's best friend and knew more about the clambake than I did. I wondered if he'd guessed what I wanted to talk to him about.
”I've just come from seeing Lieutenant Binder,” I began. ”He tells me Ray Wilson approached you about buying our island.”
Etienne stared at his boot-clad feet.
”Etienne, what's the deal? Why would Ray approach you in the first place? And why didn't you tell me?”
”I didn't tell you, because I didn't think it mattered. It was talk, not a real offer. I could tell he was feeling me out. I figured if he had a real offer, he would present it to you and your mother. I thought he was just trying to get an idea of what kind of offer your family might look on with favor.”
Etienne's Quebecois accent was more p.r.o.nounced when he was stressed, but what he was saying made sense. I'd worked with a lot of great salesmen during my time in venture capital and they all made sure the ”influencers” were on their side before they approached the ”decision-makers.” Certainly, Etienne was the first person I would have consulted if someone approached me about buying Morrow Island. My mother, who actually owned it, would have relied on him, too. On him and on me, if she could even face the emotional trauma of selling Morrow.
”Did he mention a figure?” I almost hated to ask.
”Six million dollars.”
Wow. That would be enough to pay off the bank, save my mother's house in the harbor, provide her a tidy sum to live on, with money left over to send Page to boarding school when the time came. Livvie and Sonny could invest in a business, and I could do . . . whatever I wanted.
Etienne took my hands in his huge, calloused ones. ”I did not encourage these conversations to hurt you, Julia. I believe in you. I believe you will be able to save the clambake. But what if you can't? I thought I would keep the offer warm for you. Keep the channels of communication open. For your mother. Especially after Sonny turned Wilson down flat.”
Wait. Sonny did what?
Chapter 34.
Sonny was in my office working at the computer. I walked in and shut the door. Over the last few months, we'd tried, not always successfully, to keep our frequent disagreements about the business away from the rest of the family.
”Sonny, we need to talk.”
”Okay, just let me finish-”
I pulled the plug on the computer. ”You're done.”
”What the h.e.l.l-?”
Blood pulsed in my ears while questions rushed out of me like a torrent. ”Why didn't you tell me you'd met Ray Wilson before the morning of the wedding? And that he'd offered to buy the island? And since you haven't been honest with me, have you, at least, been honest with the police and told them you met him? Are you freaking insane?”
”Julia, take a breath before you have a heart attack. And give me a minute to explain.”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and started the stopwatch function. ”Start now.”
”Very funny. Okay. Calm down. I didn't tell you, and I didn't tell the cops I'd met Ray Wilson before because I didn't know I had. He wasn't in great shape the morning of the wedding, if you remember. I took a quick glance at the body after you discovered it, but I didn't recognize that the person hanging there was him. I didn't remember his name, either.”
”Some guy offers you six million dollars for our debt-ridden property and you don't remember his name?” I was so angry my voice was up in dog-whistle range by the end of the sentence. Sonny lost some of his ruddy color at the mention of the price.
”We never got to numbers, okay? I told him right up front the island wasn't for sale. Because it wasn't. That's what your father used to tell everyone who asked. 'We're keeping it in the family.'”
That stopped me. ”Dad had offers for the island?”
”The island, the business, especially during the boom. He always said no.”
”Times are different now.”
”Really?” Suddenly Sonny was the one doing the shouting. ”What are you going to do? Take the money and leave, Julia? Leave just like you always do?”
I came back at him just as loud. ”That's the second time you've said that, Sonny. I don't appreciate it.”
”Because it's true. You were gone. Livvie and I were here. Your dad got cancer, and we were here. Livvie bought your parents' groceries, cooked their meals, ferried your dad to all his treatments. With a kid, Julia. A little kid. And where were you? I ran his business as best I could so all of us would have something to live on and to keep that d.a.m.n island your mother loves so much in the family. And where were you?”