Death's Last Run by Robin Spano

Author:Robin Spano [Spano, Robin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Suspense
ISBN: 9781550229974
Publisher: ECW Press
Published: 2013-05-01T04:00:00+00:00

FORTY-TWO

MARTHA

From the midtown fortieth floor, Martha looked out upon nighttime in New York. Below, the East River’s murky waters rushed down the length of the city. Part of her wished she could hop onto a working barge, ride it out to sea, and drift indefinitely. But the largest part of Martha was focused on this party.

She smiled at a terrible joke that a man in a well-tailored suit had just told — something about a bear and a beer in a bar. She sipped her gin and tonic. She made an equally lame but friendly reply.

“We’re so glad you came out tonight.” The Wall Street baron hosting the soiree touched Martha’s arm. “When your assistant called to cancel last week, we thought we were going to have to invite Geoff Kearnes.”

The man spoke lightly, so Martha laughed — though she felt the serious undercurrent. The host was a friend of Fraser’s; Martha had known him socially for years. But it was hardly the time to fall back on familiarity. His endorsement was to New York what Reverend Hillier’s was to Michigan. The nomination would likely be clinched before a New York primary happened, but she couldn’t afford to lose his support. “Back in full swing,” Martha said. “I’ll never stop missing Sacha. But I’m pushing forward, fresh each day.”

“Good, good. Here, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

As Martha was led away, her phone rang with Ted’s distinct ringtone. Ted knew her schedule — he wouldn’t interrupt unless it mattered.

“Sorry,” Martha said. “I need to take this.”

The host frowned. “I hope you’re not long.”

Ted was breathless. “Remember the blogger who interviewed you at LaGuardia?”

“Yes.” Martha hoped this was important enough for her to have snubbed the host.

“He knew Sacha as a kid.”

“Yes.” Martha, of course, already knew this. Though the photograph in Sacha’s box was still nagging her. Could skin color lighten as someone aged? She thought of Michael Jackson and realized that anything was possible.

“The blogger is trying to solve the case through the Internet. He knows about the suicide note, but he doesn’t believe Sacha killed herself.”

“I’m at a party, Ted. For work. Can we talk about this tomorrow?” But Martha’s mind had kicked into gear — how could Lorenzo already know about the suicide note?

“Sure,” Ted said. “Sorry. I forgot you were doing that. The soiree still shows as canceled in your calendar. I’ll email you the link to this latest blog post. You can check it out whenever.”

Whenever might as well be immediately. Martha slipped into the bathroom and pulled out her BlackBerry. She clicked the link Ted had emailed her.

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