“Suit yourselves,” Bryan told them. “It’s up to you. Go or not. Billy’s the one who got terminated, not you. As far as I’m concerned, you guys are still on this job.”
“Hey, you two, don’t be stupid,” Billy urged. “You heard what the man said. He’s broke. Busted. Tapped out. Once he goes to jail, who’s going to write your checks?”
“I will,” Ali asserted quietly, moving into the breach. “No matter what happens to Mr. Forester, if you’re still working on my job, I’ll see to it that you get paid. Understand?”
“You think she’ll pay you directly?” Billy asked. “What BS!”
“It’s not BS,” Leland said. “If madam says she’ll pay, she will. The woman’s word is her bond. As for you? It’s time for you to leave. Now.”
Heeding the warning, Billy stalked off without a backward glance. Bryan returned to the table and sank down on one of the benches, while Leland turned back to the two remaining workmen.
“It might be best if you went somewhere else for your lunch break today,” he said. “I believe Mr. Forester and Mrs. Reynolds require some privacy.”
CHAPTER 8
Gary, Ryan, and the two ever present cameramen disappeared into the house without any further discussion.
“Thank you for backing me up, Leland,” Bryan murmured. “If it hadn’t been for you, I might have decked the guy. Then the cops could have me up on an assault charge along with everything else.”
“You’re most welcome,” Leland replied. “Think nothing of it. That’s one of my responsibilities around here- dealing with thorny construction issues.” With that, he turned to Ali. “And now, if you don’t mind, madam,” he added, “I’d like to take the key to your other home and go have a look around.”
“Why?”
“In case we have to change the venue for Thanksgiving dinner in a matter of days, I should probably reconnoiter the situation-see what you have available. That way I’ll know what equipment, if any, I should get out of storage.”
Ali knew at once that she had been outmaneuvered. Had Leland pressed her for the key to her house under any other circumstances, she might have been able to tell him no. Not wanting to add to Bryan’s difficulties by making more of a fuss about the Thanksgiving issue, she simply handed over her key.
“And the alarm system is still out of order?” Leland asked.
The previous week, the alarm had gone nuts. A technician had stopped by long enough to say that a new motherboard was required. He had yet to return. Ali nodded in confirmation.
“Very well, then,” the butler said. He started away, then turned back. “You’re not forgetting your three o’clock, are you?”
“Which three o’clock?” Ali asked.
“With Marissa Dvorak.”
The other possible scholarship winner. Leland was right: With everything else that was going on, she had forgotten.
“Of course not,” Ali replied. “What makes you think I’d forget that?”
For a long time after Leland Brooks left them there, Ali and Bryan sat at the table in silence while Bryan lit another cigarette. “Thanks for agreeing to pay my guys,” he said at last. “I don’t know when or how, but I will pay you back.”
“I’m sure you will,” Ali said.
“I really appreciate it,” Bryan added. “I understand that you probably don’t want to believe me, either. Thanks for giving me the benefit of the doubt.”
Ali glanced down at the two thumb drives, still lying on the table. Then she looked back at Bryan. “So Billy was involved with Morgan?”
Bryan nodded dejectedly. “Some friend, right?”
“Is it possible he had something to do with what happened to her?” she asked.
Bryan shook his head. “I doubt it. The e-mails I found that went back and forth between them were from several months ago. Whatever they had going, I think it was pretty much over, but I may have turned up another clue.”
“What’s that?”
He reached into the pocket of his jeans and removed his wallet. From that he took a small piece of paper that he handed over to Ali. On it was a list of numbers-872-GYG, along with a freestanding H that evidently wasn’t part of the number.
“What’s this?” Ali asked.
“You don’t know my daughters,” Bryan said softly. “Lindsey is bright as a new penny-fun and engaging. Lacy is different, smart but different. She likes order. She doesn’t like it if things are out of place or if they’re not what she’s used to. She notices things and can remember details that other kids don’t. Numbers especially.”
Ali studied the paper. “Is that where these numbers came from?” she asked. “From Lacy?”
Bryan nodded. “She saw a car parked along the road that morning when the bus went past on its way to school. It had never been there, so as far as Lacy was concerned, it shouldn’t have been there at all. That’s why she remembered the license number.”
“Is the H part of it, too?”
Bryan shook his head. “That was on the bumper, not the license. So it could have been a rental car-from Hertz, maybe.”
Ali handed the piece of paper back to Bryan. She remembered Dave mentioning that he intended to have the two girls interviewed by one of the children’s forensics specialists from up in Flagstaff.
“Did this information come from an interview with one of the child advocates?” Ali asked.
Bryan shook his head again. “Lacy doesn’t speak to strangers,” he said. “She doesn’t speak to anyone, really, not even me. The only person she actually communicates with is her sister. She told Lindsey about this last night, and Lindsey told me this morning. She said the license was green and white and that it had mountains on it.”
“So the vehicle is registered in Colorado, then,” Ali concluded. “Have you told Dave Holman? If there was an unidentified vehicle in the vicinity of a homicide, the investigating officers need to know about it.”
“There’s no way to know for sure if whoever was driving this vehicle had anything to do with what happened to Morgan,” Bryan said. “It could be totally unrelated-something as harmless as a hiker leaving his car parked along the road while he went for a walk.”
“It could also be a lot more than that,” Ali pointed out. “Dave needs to know about it.”
Several long seconds passed before Bryan replied. “Here’s the problem,” he said. “If Dave learns about it, he’ll want to question Lacy, and I don’t want him hounding her about anything. My girls have already been traumatized enough-Lacy in particular. Their mother’s dead. Their whole world is in an uproar. How much worse could it be?”
“Unfortunately, it could be a lot worse,” Ali told him. “What happens if you go to prison for Morgan’s murder? How traumatized will your daughters be then? If there’s even the smallest chance that this license number might lead to the killer, or even to someone who might have seen the killer and could help identify him, then you have an obligation to your daughters and to yourself to let the authorities in on it.”
Without another word, she picked up her cell phone and scrolled through the phone book until she located Dave’s number. Then she handed the phone over to Bryan.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“That’s Dave’s number. Press send and then talk to him. You can’t sit on this information, Bryan. It’s too important. It could be vital.”
Bryan stared at the phone in his hand but made no move to use it.
“Look,” Ali insisted, “you asked me to help you. I’m willing to do that, but not if you’re not willing to help yourself.”
“All Dave Holman is looking for is an excuse to slap me in jail.”
