Part 86 (2/2)
Siobhan lifted her coffee cup, but didn't drink from it. ”You don't see it yet?”
We shook our heads.
”I'm beginning to lose respect for the both of you, I am.”
”Gee,” I said. ”That hurts.”
”Access, Mr. Kenzie. It's all about access.”
”We know, Siobhan. How do you think we came around to you?”
She shook her head. ”I'm limited-a s.n.a.t.c.h of conversation here, a glimpse of a bank statement there. Scott despises limits.”
”So,” Angie said and lit a cigarette, ”Scott's after half the Dawes' fortune...” She saw something in Siobhan's face that halted her in midsentence. ”No. That wouldn't be good enough, would it, Siobhan? He wants it all.”
Siobhan's nod was barely perceptible.
”So he destroys Karen because she's the heir.”
Another tiny nod.
Angie took a drag off her cigarette, considered it. ”But, wait, impersonating Wesley Dawe would only get him so far. Even if the Dawes die and the circ.u.mstances don't seem suspicious, they're not leaving their fortune to a son they haven't seen in ten years. And even if-even if if-they did, Pea.r.s.e's impersonation of Wesley is limited. It's not going to pa.s.s muster with estate lawyers.”
Siobhan watched her carefully.
”But,” Angie said, going really slowly now, ”if he destroys Christopher Dawe, he'll still gain nothing.”
Siobhan used Angie's matches to light her own cigarette.
”Unless,” Angie said, ”he's gained access to...Carrie Dawe.”
The name fell from her mouth and seemed to drop on the table between us as heavily as a plate.
”That's it,” Angie said. ”Isn't it? He and Carrie are in on it together.”
Siobhan flicked her ash into the ashtray. ”No. You were so close there for a moment, Miss Gennaro.”
”Then...?”
”She knows him as Timothy McGoldrick,” Siobhan said. ”They've been lovers for eighteen months. She has no idea he's the same man who destroyed Karen and wants to destroy her husband.”
”s.h.i.+t,” I said. ”We had the picture of him and she wasn't home.”
Angie kicked the floorboard of the booth with her heel. ”We should have gone to the d.a.m.n country club with it.”
Siobhan's tiny eyes had grown large. ”You have a picture of him?”
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