Safe In His Arms. Kay DavidЧитать онлайн книгу.
about you?” he asked. “Did you love him, too?”
Her expression didn’t change. “We were separated. The divorce papers are in my purse. That’s the only reason we were together tonight—we met at the bar so Kenneth could sign everything.”
He processed the information slowly, her reaction at the crime scene, or lack thereof, making more sense than it had before. “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”
“I didn’t think it mattered.”
“I guess I don’t understand, then.”
“What’s not to understand?”
He pulled a spiral notebook from his jacket and thumbed through the pages as if he was looking for something. In reality he was giving himself some time to think. A pending divorce had been the last thing he’d expected but he couldn’t say why. Maybe Anise Borden’s elegance had gotten to him. The longer he sat in front of her, the more impressive it had become. He couldn’t imagine a guy who wouldn’t want a woman like her on his arm.
“Here it is….” He tapped the notebook page before him as if he’d found what he was looking for. “This says you were embracing Mr. Capanna when the shot came. You were in his arms, he kissed you, then he was hit and you both fell to the sidewalk.”
She closed her eyes but only for a second. “That is what happened.”
“He was kissing you? But you’d just had him sign divorce papers?”
“We weren’t going for each other’s throats. It was a different kind of divorce.”
“I didn’t know there was another kind.”
She didn’t smile this time. “Kenneth wasn’t happy about the situation but I’d convinced him a divorce was the best thing for both of us.”
“Because?”
“Because it wasn’t working out,” she said. “We needed to move on. It was a mistake from the very beginning.”
“Okay. I guess I can understand.”
“I doubt that,” she said. “But it doesn’t matter, does it? He’s gone. And you’ve got to figure out who did this.”
Bishop turned the conversation in a different direction. “Do you have a list of his employees?”
“There was only one. Robin Estes, his assistant. I can give you her name and address if you like.”
He copied down the information she recited. “I’ll need access to his files.”
“I can let you in the office. Just let me know when.”
“I’d like to go as early as we can in the morning. Did you have anything to do with the company?”
She smiled briefly. “I bailed it out whenever he needed funds but that’s about it. I’m no good when it comes to things like that.”
“You must be good when it comes to your own work.”
“Have you seen it?”
“No. But you support yourself and it looks like you did the same for him. I’d define that as success.”
“I suppose you’re right. I tend to define success differently than most people.”
“How is that?”
“All I’m interested in is my art. If I’m able to create something that expresses the emotion I’m after then I’ve been successful.”
“Tell me what you do.”
Like before, it seemed as if she didn’t want to answer him. Her expression shut down and she leaned back in her chair. He let the silence grow and wondered why she was so reluctant to discuss what she did.
“I build shadow boxes,” she said finally.
Again he waited for an explanation. When the silence reached the awkward stage, she spoke once more.
“They’re small boxes,” she explained. “Glass on the front and sides, a tableau inside. They’re…different.”
He didn’t force her. “And Sarah Levy sells them for you?”
“Yes.”
She waited for more questions and he had them, but he wanted to get back to the scene and see if Carter had come up with anything. A quick glance at his watch told him how late it was.
He stood and tucked his notebook into his suit pocket. “We’ll be talking again but I think we’ve covered enough tonight. In the meantime, don’t forget my list.” He paused. “Call your friends back and get them to stay with you. You’ve had a pretty traumatic evening.”
“I’ve gone through worse by myself and made it to the other side.” She looked out the darkened window behind him. “I’ll do the same with this.”
ANISE SHUT THE DOOR behind the cop, then rested her forehead against the wooden frame. She wanted to go to bed, to sleep and dream a senseless dream but she couldn’t. She had to call Donna. As much as she disliked the woman, no one deserved to hear about the death of someone they once loved on the morning news.
She went to the desk in the living room and pulled the phone toward her. Her fingers felt numb as she dialed. When Donna answered, Anise tried to compare her voice to the person who’d called Kenneth earlier but the slurred “hello” didn’t sound like the caller. It was two in the morning, though. Few people sounded like themselves when the phone rang at that time.
“Donna, this is Anise. Are you awake?”
“I am now. What the hell do you want? Do you know what time it is? For God’s sake—”
That was typical Donna. Anise interrupted her tirade. “Donna, I have some bad news. I need you to listen to me.”
“I’m listening.”
“Kenneth’s been shot. We met tonight to sign our divorce papers and when we walked out of the restaurant, someone…shot him.”
Stunned silence echoed at Donna’s end. “What is this? Are you kidding me? Is this some kinda sick joke like one of your sick pieces of art?”
“I’m telling you the truth.” Anise closed her eyes and rubbed them with her thumb and forefinger. Star-bursts formed in the blackness. “He’s dead.” She took a deep breath and the reality hit her all over again. “Kenneth’s dead. He died in my arms in front of the restaurant.”
Donna’s gasp was loud, like fabric ripping. “He’s dead… Are you sure?” Before Anise could answer, Donna asked a second question. “What time did this happen? Where were you?”
Her queries made no sense but few things Donna said ever did. “It was around seven or eight, I guess. I’m not sure. We were at Lido’s—downtown.”
She expected Donna to start crying but she didn’t say a word. Anise wondered if she’d hung up. “Donna?”
Her answer was barely a whisper. “I’m here….”
“Can you tell Brittany?”
“Brittany…” She said her daughter’s name as if it were a stranger’s.
“Can you break the news to her?” Anise forged ahead with dogged determination. “She needs to hear it from you, not the TV or something. There might be reporters contacting you later. You don’t want her to be blindsided.”
She seemed to gather herself, although Anise couldn’t really imagine that happening. “I’ll talk to her,” Donna promised. “I’ll find her right now and tell her what happened.”
Anise weighed the odds over whether or not Donna would follow through. Whatever they were, she couldn’t worry about them now. She