'I don't know anything, Sean, I really don't.'
'Okay. You ever see Junior Deaver around here?'
Sally hesitated and then said, 'Couple times. When he was working here.'
'You ever speak to him?'
'Maybe once,' she said evasively.
'Well, you have a good day, Sally.'
They drove off. King looked in the rearview mirror at a very nervous Sally.
'She's not telling us something,' said Michelle.
'That's right,' answered King.
'Where to now?'
King pointed to a large house on the other side of the board-on-board fencing. 'Two more Battles to go, and then we can call it a day,' he said.
CHAPTER 18
'SO THIS IS A CARRIAGE HOUSE, 'said Michelle as she climbed out of King's car and stared at the approximately five-thousand-square-foot red brick structure. 'I always imagined them to be bigger,' she added sarcastically.
'I guess it depends on the size of your carriage.' King glanced at the late-model silver Volvo station wagon parked in the motor court. 'That's Eddie's car.'
'Let me guess, you're clairvoyant?'
'No, but I see a Confederate soldier's uniform and a painting easel in the back.'
Eddie Battle answered the door and ushered them in. He was a big man, at least six-two and packing over 220 very muscular pounds. He had unruly thick dark hair and striking blue eyes, and his features were strong and weathered by the elements. The hair came from his father; his mouth and eyes came straight from his mother, Michelle observed. However, there was nothing of her sternness and cold reserve about him; indeed, his boyish manner was ingratiating. He reminded her of a handsome, albeit older, California surfer dude.
He shook their hands and sat them down in the living room. His heavily muscled and thickly veined forearms were spotted with paint, and he was wearing what appeared to be cavalry boots with his faded jeans tucked inside them. His white work shirt had several holes in it and numerous paint stains; he was also unshaven. He seemed the antithesis of a rich man's son.
He chuckled when he noted Michelle staring at his footwear. 'I was killed last week during an ill-advised charge against a fortified Union position in Maryland. I wanted to die with my boots on, and I can't seem to muster the energy to take them off. Poor Dorothea is growing very annoyed with me, I'm afraid.'
Michelle smiled and King said, 'You're probably wondering why we're here.'
'Nope. My mother called a few minutes ago. She filled me in. I'm afraid I can't tell you much. We were gone when the burglary happened. Dorothea was at a Realtor's convention in Richmond. And I fought in a fierce two- day reenactment in Appomattox and then drove straight over to Tennessee to catch the early morning light over the Smoky Mountains. I was painting a landscape,' he explained.
'Sounds pretty exhausting,' said Michelle.
'Not really. I get to ride around on horses and play pretend soldier and cover myself in paint. I'm a little boy who never had to grow up. I think it pains my parents to see what's become of me, but I'm a good artist, though I'll never be a great one. And on weekends I play soldier. I'm privileged and lucky and I know that. And because of that, I try to be modest and self-deprecating. Actually, I have a lot to be modest and self-deprecating about.' He smiled again and showed teeth so perfect in shape and color that Michelle concluded they were all capped.
'You're certainly frank about yourself,' she said.
'Look, I'm the son of fabulously wealthy parents, and I've never really had to work for a living. I don't put on airs, and what I do I do as well as I can. However, I know that's not why you're here. So go ahead with your questions.'
'Had you ever seen Junior Deaver around here?' asked King.
'Sure, he did a lot of work for my parents. Junior's also done work for me and Dorothea, and we never had a bit of trouble with him. That's why I can't understand the burglary. He was making good money off the family, but maybe not good enough. I understand there's a lot of evidence tying Junior to the crime.'
'Maybe too much,' answered King.
Eddie looked at him thoughtfully. 'I see what you mean. I guess I haven't given the matter a lot of attention. We've been pretty preoccupied with family issues lately.'
'Right. We were sorry to hear about your father.'
'It's funny. I always thought he'd outlive all of us. Mind you, he still might. The man's used to getting his way.'
There was a pause before King said, 'This question might seem a little awkward, but I have to ask it.'
'Well, I guess the whole situation is a little awkward, so fire away.'
'Apparently, your father had a secret drawer in his closet that things were taken from. Your mother didn't know about the drawer and thus didn't know what might have been in it. Did you know about any of that?'
'No. As far as I knew, my parents didn't have any secrets from each other.'
'Yet they kept separate bedrooms?' said Michelle abruptly.
Eddie's sunny smile faded. 'That's their business. It didn't mean they didn't sleep together or didn't love each other. Dad smoked cigars and liked his room a certain way. Mom can't breathe around cigars and she likes her things a certain way. It's a big house, and they can do anything they damn well please in it.'
King looked apologetic. 'I told you it was awkward.'
Eddie looked ready to bark at them again but then seemingly mastered this impulse. 'I didn't know about any secret drawer Dad had. But I'm not his confidant.'
'Does he have a confidant like that? Maybe Savannah?'
' Savannah? No, I'd cross off my little sister as a potential inside information source.'
'I guess she'd been away at college,' prompted Michelle.
'She's been away all right and it started long before college.'
'I take it you two aren't that close,' said Michelle.
Eddie shrugged. 'It's no one's fault, really. I'm nearly twice her age and we have nothing in common.
'Your mother mentioned to us what happened to you back then,' said King.
Eddie spoke slowly. 'I don't remember much about it, to tell the truth. I'd never even seen the person who kidnapped me until they showed me his body.' He blew out a long breath. 'I was really, really lucky. My mother and father were so happy when I got back they conceived Savannah. At least that's the official family anecdote.'
'Your mother said Chip Bailey became a good friend.'
'He saved my life. How do you ever repay that?'
King glanced at Michelle. 'I know what you mean.'
They heard a car driving up, and it screeched to a stop near the front door.
'That would be Dorothea. She doesn't like to waste time getting places,' said Eddie.
Michelle glanced out the window and saw the big black Beemer. The woman who got out of the car was dressed in a tight, short black skirt with black shoes and black stockings, and her wavy hair color matched that ensemble. She took off her sunglasses, glanced sharply at King's car and then headed to the door.
Dorothea strode into the room in a pale-if jet-black-imitation of Remmy Battle, it seemed to Michelle. And then she wondered if the younger woman had consciously patterned herself after her mother-in-law in that regard. Fashionably thin with curvy hips, a round firm bottom and slender, sexy legs, the woman possessed a disproportionately large bosom that had doubtless seen professional work. Her mouth was a little too wide for her face and the lipstick a little too red for her pale complexion. The eyes were a dull green but shrewd-looking.
Greetings and introductions were made all around, and then Dorothea drew out a cigarette and lit it while Eddie explained why King and Michelle were there.
