what Mason and I had in reverse. I suddenly felt very alone in the big house. Blondie had gone back to her chair. Only Cosmo had responded to the sound of the door opening. He seemed confused. He knew her, but something about the way she was acting seemed strange. The small black dog sat down across the kitchen and watched her.
I jumped up from the table, wanting to put some space between me and Emily. I grabbed the broom and started sweeping the floor, thinking of its potential as a weapon.
“I need to talk to you,” she said. Her short choppy breath was a sure sign of anxiety.
“What about your girls? You didn’t leave them home alone?” I said. She took a step closer to me and said Bradley’s sister, Madison, was with them next door.
“I was trying to figure out how that police detective even knew I was with Bradley. I was so careful to make sure none of the people investigating Bradley’s business followed me, I knew it couldn’t be any of them. Then I realized it was right after you’d given me the afghan. It was you, wasn’t it?” Emily looked at me intently.
I clutched the broom a little tighter. It didn’t matter that I didn’t answer, she repeated that it was me.
My heart was pounding and I considered what to do. She started talking, the words tumbling out of her mouth.
She had believed the suicide note and thought Bradley was dead until the night I’d seen the motorcycle. “I heard some noise, and when I went out in the driveway, Bradley was coming out of the bushes. He didn’t see me at first and I’m pretty sure he would have just gotten on the motorcycle and left if I hadn’t moved, triggering the motion-sensor light. As soon as he heard the police helicopter in the distance, he begged me to hide the motorcycle and him.
“He admitted he’d gambled away all the investors’ money. All his supposed business trips to Vegas weren’t to see clients. He kept thinking he’d win it back.” She looked disgusted. “Like that ever happens.”
Someone had complained to the Securities and Exchange Commission and Bradley knew that once they looked at his books, they’d figure out what he’d done. “He said he wasn’t going to go to prison,” she said. He told her the fake suicide had been a hasty plan. Mason and I had been right. Bradley had put a newly purchased motorcycle in the back of the SUV. He parked the Suburban in the Long Beach Terminal parking lot and put the motorcycle in the spot next to it. He used a credit card to buy a one-way ticket on the Catalina Express. Midway on the trip he planted his wallet and cell phone on a bench. It’s a slow time of year and there were plenty of empty spots on the boat so nobody noticed what he did. Just before the boat reached Catalina, he alerted a crew member about the wallet and phone. “I didn’t recognize him in the crowd getting off the boat because he put on a thick coat and a baseball cap,” Emily said.
She explained that he’d merely bought a return ticket with cash, gone back to Long Beach and left on the motorcycle. He’d dropped the suicide letter in the mail. His plan was to ride across the border into Mexico and disappear. “He said it was better for me if I thought he was dead.”
“Why’d he come back?” I asked.
“It was for his watch and the afghan. With all that he’d done, who would figure that he was sentimental. He said it wasn’t about the value of the Rolex Bond watch, but because his father had given it to him. His sister had made the afghan for him. I didn’t have either. The watch was still at the shop for cleaning and I had given you the afghan. He insisted he had to have them. He had kept some traveling money and if I could get those items for him, he’d share some of the money.” Emily tried to read my face to see if I was judging her. “I was up against a wall. Everything was frozen or canceled. I have children,” she wailed. Getting the watch had been no problem, but after telling me that she didn’t like the afghan and never wanted to see it again, she thought it would look suspicious if she asked for it back. Since she just thought he wanted it as something from his sister, she had asked her to make another one for Bradley. There wasn’t a lot of time and Madison had whipped up something on a big hook with bulky yarn.
By now Madison knew what her brother had done, but when she heard how he felt about the afghan, she wanted to see him one last time.
Emily detailed the convoluted plan to meet Bradley, and how she’d given him the two items. I asked why she didn’t turn him in.
“He was my husband and I loved him,” she said as if it was an of course. “Bradley assured me that once they got investigating they’d realize I had nothing to do with any of it and leave me alone.”
Then everything had gotten weird. “He hadn’t looked at the afghan until after we left. He called and yelled that he didn’t just want an afghan his sister made, he had to have the original one. I told him it was gone and I couldn’t get it. But he kept calling me and started offering more and more money for it and I was feeling desperate.”
I was feeling a little desperate myself. It had been my experience that when people did a whole lot of confessing like this, they planned to kill you. I clutched the broom tighter, ready to start swatting.
She kept on talking, describing how she and Bradley used to walk in the mountains and he’d arranged for them to meet at a familiar spot. He’d checked the afghan that time, and when it was the right one, he’d handed over the promised money. She slouched in despair. “That police detective kept hammering away at me. ‘You’ll feel better if you tell the truth. Just tell me what happened and we can work something out.’ On and on,” Emily said, getting agitated. She walked to the counter. I knew what was coming next. Any second she’d start telling me she had killed Bradley and all the reasons why. Then she’d say she was really sorry, but now that I knew, she’d have to get rid of me, and she’d grab one of my knives and stab me. But I was ready for her. I’d clock her with the broom as soon as her hand even got near a knife.
She was looking down at the counter and I had come up behind her and raised the broom, ready to strike. The back door made a noise as it opened and Emily turned toward it just as Mason came in, fussing about me not returning calls. She took in my raised broom and her mouth fell open. “Are you crazy?” she yelled as she pushed past me and Mason and took off without a word. She rushed across the yard, jumped on the bench and launched herself over the fence.
“Was it something I said?” Mason said, deadpan.
I didn’t react to Mason’s comment. I was a little zoned out by what had just happened. I’d been so geared up for Emily to make a move, it seemed anticlimactic that she’d run off. Finally Mason waved his hand in front of my face to get my attention and asked what had just happened.
“I’m not sure,” I said. I started to tell him everything about Bradley from the beginning, but he already knew.
“That’s why I’m here,” he said. “Greenberg got in touch with me. He was worried you might need a lawyer. Something about you being found hovering over Perkins’ body, covered in his blood. I left you a bunch of messages.” I still had the broom poised for action and Mason took it out of my hands and put it in the corner.
“Detective Heather said I was a person of interest, but I think that was just to bug me. She seems to have focused on Emily being the killer.” I shuddered when I said that, thinking she’d been in my kitchen with close access to knives a few minutes ago. Still there was something that didn’t seem right. I’d noticed it when she was running across my yard. I mentioned to Mason that she had on the same clothes she had on in the photos. “If she’d stabbed Bradley, you’d think she would have gotten blood on her clothes or been worried that she had and she would have changed them,” I said.
“It’s too bad the detective didn’t arrest her,” Mason said, glancing out the window toward the fence. “I don’t like leaving you here. Come to my place.” When I looked askance, he quickly added there was no hidden agenda in his offer.
I assured him I’d be okay, though I still startled when I heard a key in the front door lock. Samuel came into the kitchen a moment later. He’d been picking up a lot of work at holiday parties and I’d barely seen him even though we were sharing the same roof. He nodded at Mason and asked why there was a media frenzy going on out front. I was glad to let Mason tell the story since I’d repeated it so many times. Samuel’s eyes widened at what he was hearing and then he seemed upset.
“Mother, are you nuts?” Samuel said, before launching into a lecture about me staying out of trouble. Mason offered to stay, but Samuel said it wasn’t necessary. Nobody listened to me when I said I thought I might have been wrong about Emily’s intent, now that I’d realized the thing about her clothes.
“Please take care of your mother,” Mason said. “And for God’s sake, Molly, keep your doors locked.”
After all that had happened, I expected to have a hard time sleeping but surprised myself by falling into a deep sleep. True I had a lot of strange dreams, but by morning I felt normal. It was a little creepy at how well I was
