Her back stiffened, and her face shut like a slammed gate. “That’s not going to happen.”
He was losing her-time to change tacks again, keep her off balance. “Why did you post ‘Not His’ on Suzze’s wall?”
“What are you talking about?” she countered, but there was no conviction in her voice. She opened her purse and started reaching inside. Myron peered over her and saw two crushed packets of cigarettes. She withdrew one and put it in her mouth, looking up at him as though daring him to say something. He didn’t.
She started toward the exit. Myron stayed with her.
“Come on, Kitty. I already know it was you.”
“I need a smoke.”
They walked between two restaurants, Ruby Tuesday and McDonald’s. The McDonald’s had the most garish Ronald McDonald statue sitting in a booth. Ronald had a big smile and was too brightly painted and looked as though it might wink as they passed. Myron wondered whether it gave kids nightmares because, when Myron was unsure of his next move, he wondered about things like that.
Kitty already had her lighter at the ready. She inhaled hard, closing her eyes, and let loose a long ream of smoke. Cars slowly cruised around in search of open spaces. Kitty took another hit. Myron waited.
“Kitty?”
“I shouldn’t have posted that,” she said.
So there it was. Confirmation. “Why did you?”
“Good old-fashioned revenge, I guess. When I was pregnant, she told my husband it wasn’t his.”
“So you decided to do likewise?”
Puff. “It seemed like a good idea at the time.”
At 3:17 in the morning. Little wonder. “How high were you?”
“What?”
Mistake. “Never mind.”
“No, I heard you.” Kitty shook her head, tossed the rest of the cigarette onto the walk, and stomped on it with her foot. “This isn’t your business. I don’t want you to be part of our lives. Neither does Brad.” Something again flicked in her eyes. “I gotta go.”
She turned to head back inside, but Myron put his hands on her shoulders.
“What else is going on here, Kitty?”
“Get your hands off me.”
He didn’t. He looked at her and saw that whatever connection he had made, it was gone now. She looked like a cornered animal now. A cornered, spiteful animal.
“Let. Go. Of. Me.”
“There’s no way Brad would put up with this.”
“With what? We don’t want you in our lives. You may want to forget what you did to us-”
“Just listen to me, okay?”
“Get your hands off me! Now!”
There was no talking to her. Her irrationality enraged him. Myron could feel his blood boil. He thought about all the terrible things she had done-how she had lied, how she had made his brother run away. He thought about her shooting up at the club and then he thought about her with Joel Fishman.
His voice had an edge now. “Have you really burned through that many brain cells, Kitty?”
“What are you talking about?”
He leaned in so that his face was inches from her. Through clenched teeth he said, “I found you via your drug dealer. You hit up Lex hoping to score drugs.”
“Is that what Lex told you?”
“For crying out loud, look at yourself,” Myron said, no longer disguising his disgust. “Are you really going to try to tell me you’re not using?”
Tears flooded her eyes. “What are you, my drug counselor?”
“Think about how I found you.”
Kitty’s eyes narrowed in confusion. Myron waited. And then she saw it. He nodded.
“I know what you did at the club,” Myron said, trying not to lose it. “I even have it on videotape.”
She shook her head. “You don’t know a thing.”
“I know what I saw.”
“You son of a bitch. Now I get it.” She wiped the tears from her eyes. “You want to show it to Brad, right?”
“What? No.”
“I can’t believe this. You videotaped me?”
“Not me. The club. It’s a surveillance video.”
“And you tracked it down? You goddamn bastard.”
“Hey,” Myron snapped, “I’m not the one going down on a guy in a nightclub so I can shoot up.”
She stepped back as though he’d slapped her. Dumb. He had forgotten his own warning. With strangers he knew how to talk, knew how to interrogate. With family, it always goes down the wrong road, doesn’t it?
“I didn’t mean… Look, Kitty, I really do want to help.”
“Liar. Tell the truth for once.”
“I am telling the truth. I do want to help.”
“Not about that.”
“What are you talking about?”
Kitty had the eerie, cagey smile of, well, a drug addict looking for a fix. “What would you say if you saw Brad again? Tell the truth.”
That made him pull up. What, after all, did he want here? Win always cautioned him to keep his eyes on the prize. Accomplish the goals. One: Suzze had asked him to find Lex. Done. Two: Suzze had wanted to know who posted the “Not His” to her profile. Done.
Didn’t Kitty, drug-addled and all, have a point? What would he say if he saw Brad? Sure, he would apologize and try to reconcile. But what then?
Would he just keep what he’d seen on the videotape a secret?
“Just as I thought.” Kitty’s expression was so smug and triumphant that more than anything in the world, he wanted to wallop her right in the face. “You’d tell him I’m some kind of whore.”
“I don’t think I’d have to tell him anything, Kitty. The tape kind of speaks for itself, doesn’t it?”
She slapped him across the face. The drugs hadn’t dulled the former great athlete’s reflexes. The smack stung, the sound echoing. Kitty started to push past him again. With his cheek reddening, Myron reached out and grabbed her elbow, maybe a little too roughly. She tried to pull away. He tightened the grip, hitting the pressure point. She winced and said, “Ow, that hurts.”
“You all right, ma’am?”
Myron turned. Two men from mall security were there. Myron let go of Kitty’s elbow. Kitty dashed back into the mall. Myron started to follow, but the security guards stood their ground.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Myron told them.
They were too young to truly roll their eyes in the world-weary way such a line deserved, but they tried. “I’m sorry, sir, but we-”
No time to explain. Like a halfback, Myron juked right and then ran past them. “Hey! Stop!”
He didn’t. He sprinted down the corridor. The security guards gave chase. He stopped by the merry-go-round’s cross section, looked left toward Spencer’s Gifts, straight ahead toward Macy’s, right toward Starbucks.
Nothing.
Kitty was gone. Again. But maybe that was better. Maybe it was time to reevaluate, figure out what he should really do here. The security guards caught up to him. One looked ready to make a flying tackle, but Myron raised his hands in surrender.
“It’s over, guys. I’m leaving.”
By now, eight other mall security guards had appeared, but none wanted to create a scene. They escorted him outside of the mall. He slipped into his car. Way to go, Myron, he thought. You really handled that so well. But again, when he took a step back, what was left to do here anyway? He wanted to see his brother, but was it right
