he hid it well.”
“Did you know he was killed with his own gun and his were the only prints on it?”
“So it was suicide then?”
“We don’t know all the facts yet. You said you didn’t know him that well, but did he ever appear depressed, suicidal?”
“No, nothing like that.”
“Was he a good father to Viggie?”
Alicia’s expression softened. “A very good father. They’d play ball in the front yard for hours. He even learned to play the guitar so he could accompany her on the piano.”
“So you spent a lot of time with them?”
“Not with Monk, but I did with Viggie. Sort of the daughter I never had.”
“And Monk was okay with that?”
“He worked long hours, not that I don’t. But our schedules were different, so it worked out that I could be with her sometimes when he couldn’t.”
“I see. And the mom?”
Alicia shook her head. “No idea. Never knew her.”
Sean suddenly thought of a question that he probably should have asked Rivest. “Did Monk take any trips recently?”
“No, not recently. You don’t get a lot of vacation time down here.” She paused. “He did go out of the country about eight or nine months ago, I think.”
Sean perked up. “Do you know where?”
She shook her head. “He never told me.”
“How do you know it was out of the country then?”
“I remember him mentioning that he had to get his passport renewed. I guess that would tell you where he went. His passport.”
“About two weeks.”
“Who watched Viggie?”
“I helped. And Babbage Town hired some people to look after her.”
“And Viggie was okay with a bunch of strangers around her?”
“I guess Monk had talked to her. If he told her it was okay, she’d believe it. They had that kind of relationship.”
“Can
“Sometimes. Why?”
“Because I might need your help when I talk to her.”
“What could Viggie know that would help you in your investigation?”
“She may know something about her dad that might explain what happened.”
“If she does talk to you, it might not be a language you understand very well.”
Sean smiled. “Good thing I’ll have a world-class linguist assist-ing me.”
She said in a condescending manner, “You could care less whether Monk Turing committed suicide or was murdered, do you? You’ll get paid regardless.”
“You’re wrong. I
“Why?”
“Technically, I’m a P.I. But I’m really a cop and cops just think that way. That’s why we do a job most people can’t. You said there were some
She stared at him curiously. “I’m really tired so I’m going to bed. I’m sure you can see yourself out.” She reattached her prosthetic and slowly moved up the stairs.
Sean locked the door on his way out. If there
As he walked back to his room at the mansion, Sean only had one thought marching through his head:
CHAPTER 19
AFTER WALKING OUT ON HORATIO, Michelle skipped lunch. Instead she did such an intense workout in the gym that there wasn’t a dry thread on her. She was feeling better, she told herself. The endorphins were obviously doing what Horatio Barnes couldn’t. She was slowly convincing herself that what had happened in that bar was one moment of bad judgment probably triggered by too much booze. Soon she would be out of here, back with Sean solving other people’s problems. Horatio could go leech on someone else’s misery.
She returned to her room to shower. After combing out her wet hair she wrapped a towel around her and stepped out of the bathroom. She sat on her bed, and started moistening her legs with lotion. Then she whirled around so fast her towel fell to the floor.
Barry had been standing behind a bureau in one corner of the room.
He had stepped out so she could see him, a broad smile on his face.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she cried out.
“Cheryl didn’t show up for her session. They sent me to get her,” Barry said quickly, his gaze squarely on Michelle’s naked body. She snatched a sheet off the bed, wrapped it around her and stood.
“She’s not here, so get the hell out!”
“Sorry to have disturbed you,” Barry said, the smile still playing across his lips.
“I’m going to report you for this, you son of a bitch,” she said furiously. “I know exactly what you’re up to.”
“I was told to come here to see about a patient. It’s not my fault you were walking around naked. Didn’t you read the section of the facility’s information packet that said during the day patient rooms are treated as public spaces and staff may come and go at all times? It also goes on to say that all patients should therefore dress in the bathroom if they desire privacy.”
“You seem to have focused on that particular section. Let me guess why, Mr. Pervert.”
He backed toward the door, his gaze on her long, bare legs. “And if you file a report against me I’ll have to defend myself.”
“What exactly is that supposed to mean?” Michelle said furiously.
“It means that other female patients have stooped to seducing male staff in order to get preferential treatment, small favors, drugs, smokes, candy, even vibrators. I mean the way I look at it I was standing right here and you started showing off your body to me. Do you want a vibrator, sweetie? But being the good staff member that I am, I can’t treat you any differently. Sorry.”
Michelle’s fists were clenched she was so angry. “I didn’t see you, you bastard! You were hiding over in that corner.”
“You said I was hiding, I say I wasn’t. Have a nice day.” He gave her one last, penetrating stare and then turned and left.
Michelle was so upset she was trembling. She took several calming breaths, grabbed her clothes and finished dressing in the bathroom. The door didn’t have a lock for obvious reasons, so she stood with her back pressed against it in case the man came back for something more than a peek at her ass and boobs. She felt violated beyond belief. She was deciding whether to report Barry when another staff member walked in after Michelle had finishing dressing.
“I’m here to take you to the session,” the woman said.
“What session?” Michelle asked.
“Horatio Barnes has scheduled you for a group session this afternoon.”
“He didn’t tell me that.”
“Well, it’s on your chart. I’m just here to make sure you go.”
