Honor Kills by Nanci Rathbun

Author:Nanci Rathbun [Rathbun, Nanci]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Chocolate Press LLC
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Just walk out of your house and never go back.

You’ve just committed pseudocide.

—James Altucher

AAAA Auctioneers was located about midway between my office and Bart’s. I placed a call from my car, hoping to find Marcy there. “Quad A. Larry.” The brusque greeting no longer surprised me. Larry ran a business on a shoestring and was perpetually in a rush.

“It’s Angie Bonaparte, Larry. Can I speak to Marcy?”

“Yeah, sure. Hang on.”

In a few seconds, her cheerful voice came on the line. I hated the thought of what my news would mean to her, but there was no way around it. She had to know. “Marcy, I have new information concerning Hank. Can we meet at my office today?”

“Can’t you just tell me?”

“There’s some physical evidence that I think you should see.”

“Um, okay. What time?”

“Whenever you can get there.”

“I’ll leave now.” After a brief hesitation, she said, “Is it bad?”

“It’s … unexpected. I’ll be waiting for you.”

I called Bobbie, told him about Bart Matthews’ take on the situation, and asked him to sit in on the meeting with Marcy. “This will be a tough one,” he said. “I’m on my way.” Then I texted Susan, asking to reserve the conference room and letting her know the meeting would be difficult. She responded that she was at a client’s office and would plan to stay away until tomorrow.

Marcy might be roaring angry or deeply sad at the news of what her husband had done. I didn’t know if there would be tears, screams, silence, or some combination of all of them. Once there, I readied the conference room by placing two chairs next to the upholstered love seat, setting a box of tissues on the side table and heating water for tea. I put the myriad of papers that led to our uncovering Hank’s real identity into order and made a set of copies for Marcy. Then I sat at my desk, centering myself for what would be one of the toughest things in my PI career.

Marcy arrived first and I ushered her into the conference room. “I have water boiling, if you’d like some tea.” She nodded.

As I prepared a cup in the outer office, Bobbie popped inside. I nodded toward the conference room and said, “Hi, Bobbie. Marcy’s already here. Would you like some tea, too?”

“No, thanks.” He hung up his coat, squared his shoulders and walked over to greet Marcy.

I locked the outer door and entered the small room, setting Marcy’s teacup on the table next to the love seat. Tension vibrated between the three of us. I picked up the paperwork and sat facing her.

“Bobbie and I did some undercover snooping at the nursing facility where Jim Beltran died. Remember I told you about the aide who disappeared that night?”

She nodded.

“His name is Karl Jorgensen.” I handed her a copy of the ID picture. “I’ll just flat out say it, Marcy. Jorgensen was another of Hank’s aliases.”

“What?” Her voice rose in shock. “How could he be Jim Beltran and Jorgensen?”

“He couldn’t.

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