“I gotta get going,” Joe said.
“You’ve only seen me as your wife’s gold-digger mother,” she said. “You’ve never seen or even thought about what made me this way, or how I clawed my way out of it. And you never give a thought to how tough that was to raise Marybeth right—with the right values—from the hole I crawled out of.”
“No,” Joe said, “I guess I haven’t given it much thought.”
She smiled triumphantly, but it morphed into a sneer. “If anyone thinks they’re going to take away all this, they don’t know me, either.”
“Did you do it, Missy?” Joe asked suddenly.
The sneer remained. There was no flinch. She took a long drag on the cigarette and blew the smoke at him and said, “What do
Then she turned on her heel and went back into her house. The citation Joe had given her fluttered to the ground.
“What was
“She told me about her childhood,” he said. “Some details I hadn’t heard before.”
Marybeth sat back in her seat and looked over at Joe, puzzled. “What about her childhood?”
“About growing up moving around, all her siblings, her parents, the poverty and all that. Like it sort of explains the way she is, I guess.”
Marybeth was stunned. “She said
“Yup.”
“She didn’t tell you about shoes made out of duct tape, did she?”
“Yes. I hadn’t heard that one before.”
“Joe, you know my grandfather owned a dozen car dealerships in Southern California and my grandmother was an actress. Mom was an only child who grew up with everything she ever wanted. She was spoiled and
Joe said, “I know all that. She lies without blinking an eye.”
“And the way she was flirting with Marcus Hand at dinner,” Marybeth said, “it was disgusting. Earl Alden is barely cold.”
“He’ll never be as cold as your mother,” Joe said.
On the way home, they divided up duties. Even if Hand and his people developed the new theory, Marybeth thought it imperative that she know for sure what had happened, who had killed Earl even if Hand didn’t care as long as reasonable doubt could be established.
Joe agreed. He said, “I’m curious about what you’ll find out about Rope the Wind. How they came to be. Who they are—or were.”
“I’ll find out what I can about them,” she said.
“Also,” Joe said, “if Earl was such a big-time skimmer as Hand described him, why would he invest so much of his own money into actually building a wind farm? It seems out of character. Since Missy didn’t seem to know much about the initial financing—and I think she would—I wonder if maybe someone else was putting up the money? That seems more like Earl’s style. And if so, who?”
“I never thought of that,” Marybeth said. “I’ll find out what I can. The state has corporation filings, things like that. They’re all public documents.”
“I’m going to keep looking for Bud,” Joe said. “I have a feeling he’s not far. And despite what we talked about tonight, Hand knows Bud is still the key. If Bud takes the stand and comes across as credible, the rest is history. So I want to talk to Dulcie. She’s got to have more on Missy than we realize or she wouldn’t have pushed it as hard as she has. She can’t have based everything on Bud’s testimony.”
“Maybe she wants to beat Marcus Hand,” Marybeth said.
“Maybe.”
“Or maybe she wants to put my mother away.”
“Could be.”
“We know what Sheriff McLanahan’s motivation is,” Marybeth said. “He wants to get reelected.”
“Yup.”
“Joe?” Marybeth asked as they drove under the archway. “Do you really think the Lees had something to do with it?”
Joe drove five minutes before answering. “No, I don’t.”
“Then why are we doing this? Is it just to help Marcus Hand create enough doubt?”
“Yup.”
She said, “If nothing else, I want to be assured Bob Lee had nothing to do with it so we can look elsewhere. Since Earl left a lifetime of deals behind him, he could have enemies we don’t know anything about. I can’t just sit here and let Hand get her off under a cloud. It makes me feel kind of dirty. Isn’t there another way?” she asked.
He shrugged. “Didn’t you ask me to do what I could to help her out? To help
