Once Evan and I had our drinks-Brandt refused-we went back inside the office. There was more space to sit out in the corridor, but the smell of vomit was particularly strong today.
B.J. found two folding chairs for the sons, and I reclaimed the wood chair. I decided to play dumb. “You must be visiting Mercy on upsetting business,” I said.
“I saw you looking at us in that coffee place,” Brandt said. “And I’ll venture you know exactly why we’re here.”
“I didn’t say otherwise. I’m only trying to be friendly,” I said.
“We’re not feeling very friendly,” Brandt said.
“Speak for yourself, brother,” Evan said. He swigged his Coke. “I like friendly, and you seem nice enough. So here’s the deal if you haven’t heard. Our father got himself killed.”
“Shut up, Evan. Remember what I told you,” Brandt said through clenched teeth.
“Oh, the law student speaks. Mea culpa.” Evan looked at me. “Please make me shut up, Ms. Hart. Or read me my rights. Brandt can help you with those words, since I’m sure he’s memorized them.”
“Evan.” Brandt spoke that one small name with so much contempt, I felt sorry for his brother.
“You don’t have to talk,” I said. “I know this is a rough time.”
Evan laughed. “Rough time? This is easy compared to everything that’s happened before. Except the mother unit latched on to another professor. Must be some kind of fatal attraction.”
Brandt looked ready to drag his brother out of here before he said anything else, but all this family drama came to a halt when Kara walked in the door.
Oh boy, can she stop traffic, I thought.
“Hi, Jillian,” Kara said. “Thought I’d walk down here and see what’s going on. Interesting old building.”
B.J. stood, his cheeks as rosy as two ripe peaches. “Can I help you?”
She flashed her charming smile and rested a hand on my shoulder. “Jillian’s my stepmother.”
B.J.’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Are we like a circus act that you all couldn’t get enough of in the coffeehouse?” Brandt said.
But Kara turned that smile on him, and the tense atmosphere in the room seemed to float away. “Strangers in Mercy are probably treated that way all the time,” she said. “I’m so sorry you feel like some sort of spectacle.”
“It’s not that,” Brandt said, his attitude melting by the second. “This has been a difficult time for our family.”
“You want to get coffee and talk about it when you’re done here?” Kara said.
There are some things a forty- two-year-old woman cannot accomplish that a twenty- nine-year-old one can. Especially one who looked like Kara.
Brandt stood and offered Kara his seat.
She took it and then looked up at Brandt, her smile still shining.
He reached into his creased chinos pocket and produced what looked like a phone similar to Kara’s. “Give me your number, and I’ll text you when we’re done here.”
While this was going on, Evan leaned toward me and said, “The pretty boy gets all the action.”
I smiled. “You said he’s a law student. Are you in college, too?”
“Not right now. I’ll be heading back in the fall. If Mommy can get the boyfriend to help her with the finances, that is. There’s been a cash- flow problem ever since my now-deceased father got fired.”
“Evan,” Brandt said. “Keep quiet. Please?” Not as much disdain in his voice this time, but I was guessing that was so Brandt didn’t seem like such an ass in Kara’s presence.
“That would be no, Brandt. I’m not inclined to keep quiet just because you think I should.” Evan turned his chair, holding the Coke can between his knees. “While they bond, why don’t we? I like you, Ms. Hart. What are you doing here?”
“The officer who’s interviewing Professor Lieber is a good friend. We were together when she got the call to come in and help out. There’s an officer out sick.” A small lie about being called in, but Evan had already spilled plenty and I had the feeling there was more. Candace would want me to take advantage.
“So you’re friends with Deputy Candace Carson? She’s pretty darn hot for a cop. Think you can make sure she’s my interviewer rather than me having to endure some stuffy police chief?”
I laughed. “I don’t think I’ll have a say in that.”
He brushed hair off his forehead and smiled. Beneath the facade, I got the sense this was a nice kid who didn’t know quite how to respond to murder. Who would?
“Had to try and see if she’d be the one I could talk to.” He gulped down the rest of his Coke and tossed the can in the wastebasket near B.J.’s desk.
B.J. was on the radio again, that piece of paper with the police codes in his hand. He was determined to use those codes no matter what.
The Sprite I’d bought wasn’t sitting well after that latte I’d consumed earlier. I stood and put my mostly full can in the trash, too, and slid the change meant for Brandt’s drink onto B.J.’s desk.
Kara and Brandt were deep in conversation, but Candace’s appearance with the boyfriend interrupted them. The look on Candace’s face when she saw Kara said it all, but she immediately put her thoughts into words. “What are you doing here?”
Brandt said, “This is a public building. That means she has every right to be here.”
Showing off his law-school learning for a pretty girl. Guys like to impress, no matter how old they are.
“Brandt,” the boyfriend, Lieber, said, “I know you’re on edge, but can you tone it down a notch? Deputy Carson has a job to do.”
“Thanks, Dr. Lieber, but I can handle this,” Candace said. “Brandt VanKleet, come with me, please.”
Brandt looked at Kara and made a motion with both thumbs. I’d seen Candace do that before and learned it was the “Text me” signal.
As Brandt followed Candace to the interview room, Evan said, “Man, he gets them all. Guess I should consider law school.”
Lieber stood by Evan and patted his shoulder. “You have a creative mind. There are better things ahead for you.”
Evan looked embarrassed and changed the subject, saying, “This is Ms. Hart, Doug. She’s a volunteer. I can see why they need one. I mean, for a police station there’s hardly anyone here.” He gestured at B.J. and said, “Except for him.”
Kara said, “I had no idea you’d gotten into volunteer work, Jillian. You are full of surprises.”
Thank goodness she didn’t blow my story. From the gleam in her eye, I could tell she was enjoying this. But that little hint of conspiracy between Kara and me didn’t get past Evan.
“What are you so happy about, Kara? Guess you haven’t lost a father lately like we have,” he said in annoyance.
“Oh, but I have,” she said quietly. The gleam was gone in an instant.
Lieber gripped Evan’s shoulder so hard, his knuckles turned white. “Cool it, Evan. I know you’re stressed, but let’s not take it out on strangers.” He turned to Kara. “Douglas Lieber,” he said, holding out his hand to shake hers.
Kara’s small step into grief was over. She introduced herself, again referring to me as her stepmother. “What are you a professor of?” Kara asked.
“I teach sociology and an occasional chemistry course. Dual PhDs,” he said. “I try not to be too boring, but fresh-men are a tough audience.”
“I wouldn’t be bored,” Kara said. “I just left my job as a newspaper columnist. I wrote about social networking, pop culture and trends, so I’m a big fan of sociology.”
Evan looked at me with a silly grin. “Aren’t they the intellectuals? What do you do, Ms. Hart?”
“I’m a quilt maker,” I said.
“The simple life. Good for you,” Evan said.
Sarah VanKleet marched down the hall toward us, her high heels clicking on the tile. She motioned to Evan. “Go talk to Chief Baca. And remember what Brandt told you earlier.”
Evan rose, hiking up his loose jeans. “Certainly, Mommy.”
B.J. started to get up and lead Evan down the hall, but Evan said, “I read every one of those Where’s Waldo? books and found him every time. Sit down, bro.” He took off for the chief’s office.
