forward it to my assistant.” She waved vaguely at Chloe in the outer office. “I told the police to talk to her. I certainly couldn’t tell them anything.”
“But you do think it’s possible?”
“Well, of course. For anyone of my stature, it’s certainly possible. There are some rather sick people out there, who hate anyone who does well.”
“You’ve spoken with Arabella since this happened?” I asked.
“Of course I have. I
Hadley certainly was self-centered. She might be a successful author, but Let’s Play was also a consistently popular museum. The advantages were clearly mutual, and Hadley stood to receive some nice publicity from the event-at least, she would’ve until the death. She’d still get publicity now, but not the kind she had hoped for. Presumably. “I’m sure she appreciated it. And it does look charming. Why do you think anyone pointed a finger at you?”
Hadley sniffed. “If you know Arabella, you know she seldom takes responsibility for anything. And she’ll say almost anything to deflect attention from her and her precious little museum. Nothing is ever her fault. So she said that she’d talked with you, and you had suggested that I might have been the target, rather than Arabella or that place she runs.”
If true, this was a side of Arabella I hadn’t seen. But my initial impression was that she was a sincerely sweet person. Plus, she’d managed her institution successfully for over twenty years. To do that, you had to accept responsibility and take the bad along with the good. Still, I could see Arabella quailing in the face of a rant from Hadley and grasping at any excuse to end the confrontation, including redirecting her my way. Hadley could have construed Arabella’s flustered defense as an attack on her-since apparently everything came back to Hadley. I wondered what Arabella’s description of Hadley would be.
Actually, I’d be happy to end this interview sooner rather than later, so I cut to the chase. “Again, what is it you want from me, Hadley?”
“I want you to stop bad-mouthing me to other people. Unfortunately, after that last little mess you landed in, the police and other people might actually listen to you.”
I wouldn’t say that my comment to Arabella could be called bad-mouthing, and I didn’t like the idea that my brush with crime had actually penetrated Hadley’s protective veil of self-interest. “I would never make an unsubstantiated accusation about anyone,” I said neutrally. Actually, now that I’d met her, it would be a pleasure to fling some mud at Hadley and let her worm her way out of it. But I was a better person than that-I hoped. “Let the police do their job. If you’re not involved, I’m sure the police will clear you.”
“I should hope so. And if things get any worse, I’ll sue… somebody for libel or defamation of character or whatever. Or my publisher will-they’ve got a lot of clout.”
I was rapidly tiring of Hadley Eastman. Luckily I was rescued by Shelby’s appearance.
“Did I hear that Hadley Eastman was here?” Shelby walked into the office, wreathed in smiles. “It
I watched with amusement as Hadley switched gears to gracious-author mode. “Why, aren’t you sweet? It’s
Shelby beamed. “Why, they just love them all!” While Hadley wasn’t looking, Shelby winked at me. I’d bet money Shelby couldn’t name a single one of the books.
“Let me sign a copy for you, then.” Hadley reached into her very large purse and extricated several books. “How many would you like? And to whom should I make them out?”
Shelby looked momentarily baffled but bounced back quickly. “I’m sure they’ve got all of them back home. Why don’t you just sign a copy of the first book? It’s such a classic!”
“I’d be delighted. Chloe!” she yelled. I jumped. Chloe didn’t respond, and I didn’t see her in her seat. “Damn, where is that girl? Where are the rest of the books?” Hadley muttered under her breath, and she rose and stalked out to the jumble of bags Chloe had left by the chair. She rifled through them and pulled out a book, opened it to the title page, and signed it with a flourish. Then she held it out to Shelby. “There you are. That’ll be twelve dollars.”
I fought hard against the urge to giggle. Hadley definitely had nerve to spare. “Let me get that for you, Shelby.” I fished in my purse and handed over the money to Hadley-exact change. I wondered if there was some way I could count this as a professional expense. In any case, it would be a small price to pay to get Hadley out of my office.
Shelby took the book and clasped it to her chest. “Thank you so much. You’re just too kind! May I walk you out?”
Hadley shot a hostile glance toward me. “That would be nice of you.” She stood up. “Nell, I hope you won’t continue to spread this nonsense about me having anything to do with this whole mess. Remember what I said.” She turned and stamped out the door, trailed by Shelby. Chloe had returned, looking like a scared rabbit. “Chloe, where were you? Never mind. Call for the car-now!”
Chloe fished a cell phone from her purse and issued an order to someone to bring Hadley’s car around immediately, while Hadley disappeared into the hall, followed by Shelby. I was pleased to see that she had seized the opportunity to escort Hadley out of the building.
Shelby was back within three minutes and threw herself into the chair Hadley had vacated. “Saints alive, but that woman is a piece of work! Thinks the sun rises and sets from her, um, posterior. How’d she ever get to be so popular?”
“Got me. I’d bet she’s got handlers who make sure her public appearances are strictly limited. They wouldn’t want her to reduce a child to tears, which I’ll bet she could do in under a minute.”
“I hear you. What on earth did she want with you?”
“She thinks I persuaded Arabella that the events at Let’s Play were somehow connected to Hadley-like a crazy stalker or something. I never did anything of the kind, except to suggest to Arabella that there were possible motives that didn’t involve her or Let’s Play. But Hadley wasn’t happy when the police showed up at her place, asking questions.”
“You think she’s involved in some way?”
“Before now, I thought it was just one rather remote possibility, but having met her, it seems a whole lot more likely than I previously thought. Do you really want that book of hers?”
“I thought maybe I’d donate it to my church-they’re having a rummage sale soon.”
“That sounds about right to me. Poor Chloe. I can’t imagine working for someone like Hadley.”
“What, you never had a boss from hell?” Shelby asked.
“I’ve worked for some rather, uh, challenging people, and they weren’t always pleasant, but I’ve never taken that kind of abuse from anyone, and I wouldn’t stand for it. How about you?”
“There’ve been a few interesting interactions. But not with you, of course-you’re a peach.”
“Of course I am.” I grinned at her. “But you have my permission to swat me if I start showing signs of morphing into a Hadley. Her take on Arabella was interesting, though. I may be way off base, but I think Arabella is exactly what she seems to be-a very sweet woman, who loves children and loves making her museum welcoming. Whereas Hadley is a crass and pushy, uh, dame who oozes insincerity. I’ll take Arabella any day.”
Shelby stood up. “Well, if the excitement’s over, I’ll get back to work.”
“Oh, Shelby? Thanks for interrupting us. I might have said something regrettable if you hadn’t walked in.”
“That’s about what I figured. I thought I’d lay on a little southern sweetness and save you from Hadley-and yourself.”
Eric hovered uncertainly near my door, and Shelby smiled at him as she passed by. I gestured to him to come in. “Did you want to say something?”
“I feel bad that I distracted Chloe. She looked like she wanted to burst into tears, so I took her down the hall for some coffee. But I probably made things worse, because then Miss Hadley was annoyed at her.”
“Don’t worry about it, Eric. I gather Hadley is annoyed at everybody, all the time. I wonder how Chloe stands it.”
