“Are you crazy? He’ll have the kids with him. You know my rules,” she said fiercely. “No hurting kids.”
He cowered a little, caught himself doing so, and straightened his back. “Of course not. What has this been all about? It has always been about the children.”
She eyed him skeptically.
“These are precious children, indeed,” he went on smoothly. “That’s why you need me. When we’ve made sure that Victoria is no longer a problem, I’ll go with you to take the children under my care, and you can deal with Roy.”
“You’ll make them lose both parents in one day? Don’t you think that will be a bit traumatic?”
“Are you so fond of Roy that you won’t be able to carry this out?”
She laughed. “Is that what this is really about, Giles?” She moved closer to him, stroked a hand along his cheek. “You aren’t jealous of your little brother, are you?”
He moved away from her hand. “Certainly not.”
She wasn’t convinced, but she stayed silent.
“Have you seen this morning’s newspaper?” he asked.
“No.”
“There are photos and stories in it concerning some people who may be familiar to you. Bonnie Creci Ives, known to you as Victoria Fletcher, wife of the man with whom you’ve been having an affair. Fortunately, between the plastic surgery on her nose and eyes and the changes in her hair color, length, and style, she looks quite different.”
“Yeah. I’m sure a few birthdays and a lot more sobriety may have made a difference, too.”
“Perhaps,” he conceded. “There is speculation in the stories that she stole her daughter, Carla-you know her as Carrie. The photos do show some resemblance, but the computer-aided attempt to show what she might look like now may throw people off. I am a bit concerned that some of the family members may remember what she looked like as a child.”
Cleo swore. “I told you not to bring her around them!”
“We took your advice for a few years, but eventually we had to develop her sense of devotion to the family.”
“Really? How many Fletchers have seen me?”
“Very few, and you’ve done more for the family than just about anyone other than my father. But you’ve always been extraordinary, Cleo.”
“Whatever. It doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, I should also mention that the reporter who wrote the story is Irene Kelly.”
Cleo didn’t like hearing that name. She wasn’t going to give Giles the satisfaction of seeing her squirm, though. “So what? She writes lots of stories for that rag.”
“In this one she mentions that Bonnie Creci probably took Carla away from her ex-husband with the help of one Reggie Faroe. Name ring a bell?”
“Sure. You asked me to take him hiking.”
“Cleo, how long do you think it’s going to take her to learn that Reggie Faroe is no longer living?”
“I don’t care. It will be a dead end. That’s what you always have me working on, right? Dead ends. You knew that if Blake Ives ever went looking for Faroe in other states, he’d find a heap of bones. And then he’d have nowhere to go.”
“Provided you didn’t leave anything like-oh, say a shoe-at the bottom of a cliff.”
“Very funny. I’ll tell you what I think, Giles. I think it’s stupid to carry out this plan today. You should call Roy and cancel the whole thing.”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
“It never has been one of your best plans, but carrying it out now would be a huge mistake. Think about it. You want it to look as if the family just moved out.”
“The cover story will be a little more complex than that, Cleo.”
“Okay. But you think no one is going to notice that they took off the day after the story ran in the Las Piernas News Express?”
“Circulation is down in Las Piernas itself, Cleo. I doubt anyone on that street in Huntington Beach reads the Express.”
She shrugged.
“Another reason for me to be there with you today,” he said, “is that it will reduce suspicion if I let you in. I’ve been seen entering that house on any number of occasions.”
“Getting into places has never been a problem for me,” she said.
“It will take less time to load the body in the van if I help you,” he persisted.
He had a point. “You might not like it much. Have you ever touched a dead body, Giles?”
“No,” he said.
She glanced at his crotch. “Christ. And now the very thought of that gives you a damned hard-on. Next thing, you’ll be fucking corpses.”
“No, I like my women warm. In fact-”
“Forget about it. Where did you park?”
“Two streets away from this one.”
“Anybody see you and your big pokey Johnson come sauntering down the street to my house?”
“No.”
“So you hope. You brought gloves?”
He showed them to her.
“Okay, get in the Beemer-”
“You borrowed Dexter’s car?”
“Dexter’s? Hell, no. I bought one of my own.”
His look of surprise cheered her.
“Why?”
“Do you think anyone in Roy’s neighborhood will think twice about seeing a BMW pull into Roy’s garage? Dex’s has been over there fairly often, especially lately, right?”
He was wary now, she could see. Time to reassure him. She ruffled his hair. “As I was saying, get in the Beemer. It’s in the garage. I’ll be there in a minute. I’ve got to make sure I’ve got coveralls and booties for you, too.”
He kissed her and walked toward the garage.
The kiss was a tolerable annoyance. She didn’t like that he knew where the entrance to the garage was without being told.
What mattered to her most, though, was something that made her smile to herself: He obeyed her.
CHAPTER 41
Tuesday, May 2
9:56 A.M.
HUNTINGTON BEACH
IT was dark in the bathroom, even though the bathroom door was open, because the hall light was off. Genie had thoughtfully turned it off as she supposedly looked for Carrie. The darkness would make it less likely that the boys would come this way. Carrie stood behind the shower curtain, glancing at the glowing dial on her watch. Dad was usually fussy about being on time.
She heard Genie moving around the house, calling out to the boys that she was going to get them. Genie went up and down the stairs, in and out of the garage.
Carrie knew Genie was up to something, but it took her a while to realize that she was stalling until it was time to leave. Carrie mentally reviewed her own plans again, looking for possible problems.
