with yourself and more than ready to do battle.
“Why aren’t we in your office?” Grace asked.
“You don’t care for this room?”
“It’s a tad large.”
Sandra Koval shrugged.
“You don’t have an office here, do you?”
“You tell me.”
“When I called, the woman answered ‘Sandra Koval’s line.’ ”
“Uh huh.”
“Line, she said. Line. Not office.”
“And that’s supposed to mean something?”
“On its own, no,” Grace said. “But I looked up the law firm on the Web. You live in Los Angeles. Near the Burton and Crimstein West Coast office.”
“True enough.”
“That’s your home base. You’re visiting here. Why?”
“A criminal case,” she said. “An innocent man wrongly accused.”
“Aren’t they all?”
“No,” Sandra Koval said slowly. “Not all.”
Grace moved closer to her. “You’re not Jack’s lawyer,” she said. “You’re his sister.”
Sandra Koval stared at her drink.
“I called your law school. They confirmed what I suspected. Sandra Koval was the married name. The woman who graduated was named Sandra Lawson. I double-checked it through LawMar Securities. Your grandfather’s firm. Sandra Koval is listed as a member of the board.”
She smiled without humor. “My, aren’t we the little Sherlock.”
“So where is he?” Grace asked.
“How long have you two been married?”
“Ten years.”
“And in all that time, how many times has Jack talked about me?”
“Pretty much never.”
Sandra Koval spread her hands. “Precisely. So why would I know where he is?”
“Because he called you.”
“So you say.”
“I hit the redial button.”
“Right, you told me that on the phone.”
“Are you saying he didn’t call you?”
“When did this call purportedly take place?”
“Purportedly?”
Sandra Koval shrugged. “Always the lawyer.”
“Last night. Around ten o’clock.”
“Well, there’s your answer then. I wasn’t here.”
“Where were you?”
“At my hotel.”
“But Jack called your line.”
“If he did, nobody would have answered. Not at that hour. It would have gone into voice mail.”
“You checked the messages today?”
“Of course. And no, none from Jack.”
Grace tried to digest that. “When was the last time you spoke to Jack?”
“A long time ago.”
“How long?”
Her gaze flicked away. “We haven’t spoken since he went overseas.”
“That was fifteen years ago.”
Sandra Koval took another sip.
“How would he still know your phone number?” Grace asked.
She didn’t reply.
“Sandra?”
“You live at 221 North End Ave in Kasselton. You have two phone lines, one the phone, one the fax.” Sandra repeated the two numbers from memory.
The two women looked at each other. “But you’ve never called?”
Her voice was soft. “Never.”
The speakerphone squawked. “Sandra?”
“Yes.”
“Hester wants to see you in her office.”
“On my way.” Sandra Koval broke the eye contact. “I have to go now.”
“Why would Jack try to call you?”
“I don’t know.”
“He’s in trouble.”
“So you say.”
“He’s disappeared.”
“Not for the first time, Grace.”
The room felt smaller now. “What happened between you and Jack?”
“It’s not my place to say.”
“The hell it isn’t.”
Sandra shifted in her seat. “You said he disappeared?”
“Yes.”
“And Jack hasn’t called?”
“Actually, he has.”
That puzzled her. “And when he called, what did he say?”
“That he needed space. But he didn’t mean it. It was code.”
Sandra made a face. Grace took out the photograph and placed it on the table. The air rushed out of the room. Sandra Koval looked down and Grace could see her body jolt.
“What the hell is this?”
“Funny,” Grace said.
“What?”
“Those are the exact words Jack used when he saw it.”
Sandra was still staring at the picture.
“That’s him, right? In the middle with the beard?” Grace asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Sure you do. Who’s the blonde next to him?”
Grace dropped the blowup of the young woman onto the table. Sandra Koval looked up. “Where did you get these?”
“The Photomat.” Grace quickly explained. Sandra Koval’s face clouded over. She wasn’t buying it. “Is it Jack, yes or no?”
“I really can’t say. I’ve never seen him with a beard.”
“Why would he call you immediately after seeing this picture?”
“I don’t know, Grace.”
“You’re lying.”
Sandra Koval pushed herself to a stand. “I have a meeting.”
“What happened to Jack?”
“What makes you so sure he didn’t just run away?”
“We’re married. We have two kids. You, Sandra, have a niece and nephew.”
“And I had a brother,” she countered. “Maybe neither one of us knows him that well.”
“Do you love him?”
