Murder on the Bride’s Side

afterward, well, it seemed unimportant in comparison with Roni and helping Harry.”

“So you’ve been worrying all this time about Peter and Chloe? God, no wonder you’re not thinking straight. When left with only your own imagination, you always invent the worst possible scenario.”

“I didn’t invent this! Peter finally admitted to me last night that they used to date!”

“Exactly, Peter told you that they used to date. So what? He’s not dating her now —he’s dating you now. Or at least he was, until you stupidly broke up with him!”

“I broke up with him because it’s clear to me that I’m nothing more than a test for his relationship with Chloe! He never bothered to call her and tell her that he’d moved on—permanently.”

Bridget rolled her eyes and stood up. “So what are you saying? That they had some melodramatic plan to stay apart for a year, dating other people, and at the end of that year, they’d meet up again. Say, for instance, on the top of the Empire State Building?”

“Don’t mock me. I have no idea what their exact plan was, I only know that there was one. Besides, aren’t you the one who’s always rattling on about people having only one true love in life, that anything else is just a pale copy? I don’t want to be the pale copy. I want the real thing. And the real thing doesn’t neglect to break it off with the old girlfriend!”

“Listen to yourself! You’re the one who’s always telling me not to be guided by my emotions! Yet here you are, letting your fear of losing Peter paralyze you.”

“What do you mean, paralyze? I broke up with him!”

“You took the safe, coward’s way out because you’re afraid of getting hurt. But if you want Peter, you’re going to have to take a risk. Fight for him!”

I folded my arms across my chest and shook my head. “No. I will not run around acting like an idiot over this. I have some dignity. Not a lot, granted, but some.”

Bridget shook her head in disgust. “I don’t understand you at all. You’re just going to give up?”

“It’s not giving up. I know when it’s pointless to fight.”

“How can you be so blasé about losing Peter? You love him! None of this makes any sense to me. You can’t mean any of this. And if you think you’re going to get me to agree that breaking up with Peter was a good idea, you’re crazy!” Pausing, she added, “You know, Elizabeth, that this is a kind of talking which I cannot bear. If you only hope to have your assertion contradicted, as I must suppose to be the case, you ought to recollect that I am the last person in the world to do it. I cannot descend to be tricked out of assurances, that are not really wanted.”

I tried to smile but couldn’t. “Not now, Bridget.”

“Wow. You are in bad shape if a little Jane can’t bring you around.”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” I said, heading off another lecture. “Besides, there’s something more important we need to discuss,” I added, remembering the events of last night. I paused, unsure how to begin. Bridget was not going to like what I had to say.

She looked at me expectantly. “Well?”

“I’m not sure how to tell you this and I want to make sure I say it the right way.”

“Oh, for God’s sake, don’t give me that namby-pamby crap. Just spit it out!”

“I’m going to, but I want you to understand that what I have to tell you won’t be easy to hear—”

She stamped her foot in annoyance. “It can’t be any harder than listening to you not say anything. Now give!”

“Fine!” I said, now equally vexed. “Last night I heard David hit Claire and found out that Claire lied about seeing Avery in his room the night of the murder. She went to Avery’s room, but he wasn’t there. After Avery told the police he’d been in his room all night, Claire decided to back up his lie with one of her own. And you were right about David and Roni. According to Claire, they were having an affair.”

Bridget’s eyes widened in surprise and she sank slowly back onto the bed.

I continued, trying to get the worst part out in a rush. “Detective Grant doesn’t believe that an outsider killed Roni, especially not after our discovery of the necklace. He thinks the room key and the note were planted to make us think that.”

“Holy shit,” Bridget said after a stunned moment. “Jesus, you’d make a lousy diplomat, you know? I can’t believe you just dumped all that on me like that.”

I rolled my eyes in exasperation. “Well, you didn’t exactly give me another option. Besides, I have a pounding headache, I haven’t eaten breakfast, and I’m working on roughly four hours of sleep. Peter... ” My voiced cracked. I closed my eyes.

“Elizabeth?”

“I’m fine. I’m fine.”

Bridget rubbed her hands across her face and mercifully did not press me. Knowing that I was shutting down, she changed the subject. “So David hits Claire, does he? Is Claire all right?”

I nodded. “That rotten bastard,” she continued. “I mean, I guess I’m not surprised—we’ve all known for years that he’s an SOB, but to actually have evidence is different.” She looked up at me. “Does Elsie know?”

I shook my head. “No, nobody knows but you.”

Bridget shook her head in silence. “Well, I’ll tell you this much, I want to be there when she does find out. I want a front-row seat for what she does to David.”

I hadn’t thought about that. Bridget was right. Elsie would go after David with the vengeance of a lioness protecting her cub. Maybe I’d better make sure that Detective Grant was on hand when I told Elsie. As much as I despised David, I couldn’t in good conscience leave his punishment in her hands. It would be signing his death warrant.

“Before we tell Elsie, we need to find out where Avery was and what he was doing when Claire went to his room.”

“None of this makes any sense,” Bridget said. “Why would Avery lie?”

I paused, unsure how to put it into words. I didn’t need to bother. Bridget’s head snapped up, anticipating my next words. “No!” she cried. Springing to her feet, she stepped back from me. “Is that what you think?” She eyed me incredulously. “You can’t really believe that Avery killed Roni? It’s absurd! This is Avery we’re talking about!”

I took a step toward her. “I’m not saying anything , Bridget. All I know is that Claire told me Avery wasn’t in his room when he said he was. And I think we should find out why.”

Bridget ran her hand through her spiky red hair. “What could he have been doing that he felt he needed to lie about it?”

I hated this. I had hated having to tell Bridget that Avery had lied and now I hated having to make assumptions as to why. The throbbing of my temples increased and my face began to ache. “I was wondering, well, I was wondering, if maybe Avery might be able to... ”

“To what?” she snapped.

I took a deep breath. “To walk.”

My words were greeted with stunned silence. Bridget burst out, “Are you crazy? Why the hell would Avery lie about being able to walk?”

“I don’t know!” I said, raising my hands in frustration. “I don’t know why he lied at all!”

“Well, to suggest it’s because he can walk is one of the stupidest ideas I’ve heard from you in a long time!”

“It’s not stupid! Did you see him yesterday when he went after David? He almost pushed himself out of his chair. I think if Millie hadn’t shoved him back, he would have gotten out of it!”

“Your imagination is getting the better of you.”

“That may be true,” I conceded. “But I don’t think we can just ignore the possibility. Who knows, maybe it’s the reason he lied.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Well, if he can walk, maybe he was up that night and saw something. Maybe he saw the murderer.”

“But if he saw the murderer, then why wouldn’t he say so?”

“Given what we’ve just learned about Roni and David, maybe he was afraid that no one would believe him.