“Well.” Her brow clouded, then cleared. “Lorraine told me. I think I even told you that, didn’t I, Mr. Hunt?”
“Yes, you did. So, Ms. Hess.” He came around to face her. “Let me ask you. Where in the office did you discover Mr. Como and Alicia having sex?”
Hess had straightened in her seat, her hands on her lap. “I don’t know.” She shook her head. “I wasn’t the one who saw them. It was one of my people, one of the young women.”
“Do you remember who, exactly?”
“No. It seemed like everybody knew kind of all at once. You know how offices are.”
“So you, Ms. Hess, didn’t really know for sure firsthand about this physical side to Alicia’s and Dominic’s relationship?”
“No. Not firsthand, no.”
“And yet you gave this information to Mrs. Como?”
“I thought she needed to know.”
Ellen Como spoke up again. “I did need to know, God damn it.”
“Yes, well, and Ms. Hess made sure that you did, didn’t she?”
“She’s a friend. Of course she did.”
“Of course.” Hunt took a breath, shifted again in his chair. “Mr. Carter, as Dominic’s driver, you must have been privy to many of his private thoughts and even secrets, isn’t that true?”
“I like to think so.”
“Did you ever have occasion to hear him talk about Alicia Thorpe?”
“Yes, frequently, since she started driving him mornings.”
“Was he in love with her?”
“Yes. At least, that’s what he told me.”
“And did he also tell you any details about his love life, if any, with her?”
Carter came out with a dry chuckle. “Only the fact that he didn’t have any love life with her.”
“That’s not true!” Mrs. Como exclaimed. “I know he-”
“No, ma’am. It is true as I know it.” Warming to his topic, Carter brought in the rest of the circle. “He laughed about it, how he had this pure love that neither of them were going to do anything about. They talked about it. How seeing her every day, not being able to touch her, knowing he was never going to be able to touch her, it was just breaking his heart.”
Again, Ellen Como couldn’t take it. “Bullshit, Al!” she said. “That’s just bullshit.”
“No, ma’am. That’s what he told me.”
“Okay, Al,” Hunt said. “Let me ask you this. In your eight years driving Dominic, did you ever know him to see other women?”
At this, Carter hesitated, looking first at Ellen Como, then over to Lorraine Hess. “Yes,” he said. “Many times.”
“Shit! That bastard. That fucking bastard!”
Hunt pressed. “Anybody else at Sunset?”
Another pause, this one lengthy. Finally, Carter looked over to his left again and shrugged. “When I first came on, he and Lorraine were in the middle of a thing.”
Ellen Como exploded, “What? Lorraine.” And stood up.
Hess shot out of her seat, held her arm out as though fending Ellen off. “That’s a lie, Ellen! That’s a damn lie, Al!”
Juhle was on his feet, arms out to either side as though he were a referee at a boxing match. He pointed to Hess. “Sit down!” and over to Como. “You, too, please, ma’am, right now.”
But neither woman sat down. Instead, they stared at each other across the circle. “Lorraine,” Ellen Como asked in a near-whisper, “is this true?” She turned. “Al?”
The driver nodded somberly.
Hess was shaking her head. “No, no, no.” Pointing at Alicia, her voice quivering with rage, Lorraine Hess went on the attack. “She’s the one who was sleeping with him. They were screwing in the car. I know they were. If you look, you’ll know I’m telling the truth.”
“If you mean look in the limo for evidence, Lorraine,” Hunt said, “the police already did that. And they found what you planted there.”
“I didn’t plant anything. What are you talking about?”
Hunt didn’t respond to her, but turned to Carter. “Al, what’s the first thing you do every day at work?”
Carter nodded. “Like I told you today, we clean out that limo for my shift. Polish the car, wash the seats, vacuum the rugs.”
“And that includes under the seats, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And did you do that the day after you dropped off Mr. Como for the last time?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And was there a condom in the car, or a scarf?”
“No, sir. Nothing like that.”
“But”-and here Hunt came back to Hess-“in fact, those items are exactly what the police did find. So the reason you were so sure there was evidence in the car, Lorraine, was that you put it there, didn’t you?”
Hess seemed rooted to the floor, unable to reply.
“My only question,” Hunt went on, “is if you stole the scarf intending to kill Dominic, or if you simply found it later and decided to use it to frame Alicia.”
“Lorraine?” Ellen Como asked a last time. “It’s you. Could it really have been you?”
Hunt, standing next to Juhle, took a step in Hess’s direction. “Do you want to tell us about the federal money, too, Lorraine? Dominic’s private safe? He not only broke it off with you, he discovered you’d been taking the money, too, didn’t he? He was going to let you go out at Sunset as well.”
“This is all wrong,” Hess said. “You don’t know this. You can’t prove any of it.”
“I don’t have to prove it, Lorraine. The police will have all the proof they need when they get a search warrant for your bank account, won’t they? When they find all the unexplained cash deposits. And when they talk to all the extra help you hired for your son, they’re going to find you paid with a lot more cash than you can explain, aren’t they? And even if you’ve got more cash stashed in other bank accounts, they’re going to find that, too, aren’t they?”
Lorraine Hess put her hands in the pockets of the ski parka she was wearing, then lifted out her right hand, in which she was holding a revolver. Juhle, caught completely off-guard, went to reach for his shoulder holster.
Hunt motioned for Juhle to stop, then turned and spoke calmly to Hess. “What are you going to do now, Lorraine? Kill us all? And then go on the run? Who’s going to take care of your son? And how long do you think it’s going to take the police to find you?”
Hess stood holding the gun in both of her hands, aiming it squarely at Hunt’s chest. Her eyes flitted over to Ellen Como, to Juhle, to Carter and Alicia, and then back to Hunt. No one seemed to be breathing.
But then at last, something shifted in Hess’s position, and she slowly began to lower the gun, then finally dropped it with a clatter onto the basketball court’s flooring at her feet.
Now staring with a pathetically blotched face at Juhle, she hung her head, wagged it disconsolately from side to side, then looked back at him. “Thank God,” she said. “Thank God. It’s finally over.” She met Juhle’s eyes. “I never meant… but it doesn’t matter what I meant now, does it?”
Hunt had crossed the circle and gotten his hands on the weapon. Now, that threat removed, he looked up at her. “Lorraine,” he said. “Jim Parr. Where’s Jim Parr?”
For an answer, Hess turned vaguely, almost wistfully, to Juhle. “I wonder if you could send somebody to see if my son Gary’s all right? I always worry about those pills I give him when I need him to sleep, that I might have given him too many.”
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