Identity (A Fina Ludlow Book 2) by Ingrid Thoft

Author:Ingrid Thoft [Thoft, Ingrid]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2014-06-26T04:00:00+00:00

Fina went home for a couple of hours and gathered all the information she could about the Reardon Center, Danielle Reardon’s philanthropic efforts, and Dimitri Kask and Hank’s waterfront development deal.

As far as Fina could tell, the two Mrs. Reardons were demanding that the city’s upper crust choose sides. Photos from major charity events featured either Danielle and Hank or Juliana, but rarely were all three in attendance. Both of the women seemed to be staking a claim, and Fina could imagine that the gossip mills were feverishly at work trying to keep up. The Reardon Center was clearly Juliana’s pet project, but there were a few blind gossip column items about the new Mrs. Reardon starting a charity in the Reardon name that might eclipse Juliana’s. Philanthropy as a blood sport; it was absurd.

Fina’s digging into the waterfront development didn’t yield much information, so she called Hal, her finance guy.

“Where are you?” she asked over the thumping bass music emanating from the phone.

“Jiggles,” he hollered.

“The strip club? I didn’t think you were into that sort of thing.”

“I’m not. I’m here with a client. Please tell me you need my immediate assistance.”

Fina smiled. “I need your immediate assistance. Get over here or else.”

“If you insist. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

Fina tossed her phone onto the couch and sat down at her laptop. Patty had e-mailed her Haley’s school calendar, which included holidays, special assemblies, and parent-teacher conferences. She’d also attached the schedule for the JV field hockey team and a plea that Fina attend a game. Patty had started her campaign over the summer to get Haley more involved in school activities, and apparently she’d had some success. Patty may not have been a Ludlow by birth, but her tenacity made her an honorary member of the club. Contrary to people’s assumptions that Fina wasn’t interested in team sports below the professional level, she had always loved field hockey. There was something incredibly satisfying about striking a heavy ball with an even heavier stick without having to worry about form.

Fina dialed Haley’s number.

“Hey,” Haley answered.

“You’re back at school, right?”

“Yes. School sucks.”

“I agree, but you’re required to attend by law.”

“You’re required by law to do lots of things that you blow off.”

“Use me as a cautionary tale, then. Aunt Patty sent me your field hockey schedule. The first game’s in a couple of weeks?”

“I guess. The first home game.”

“You don’t sound too enthused.”

“I don’t know. It seems kind of stupid.”

“You know,” Fina said, walking over to the windows overlooking the harbor, “there’s nothing wrong with enjoying normal, dumb stuff.”

“I know.”

“Okay, just checking. So do you want me to paint my face or come up with a few cheers? Maybe get some pom-poms?”

“Believe me, if you showed up with pom-poms, the dads would be psyched.”

“Okay, scratch that idea.”

“I’ve got to go.”

“Bye, Hale.”

Fina watched a line of planes snaking around Logan. A field hockey game. It was like a gateway drug to motherhood and domesticity. She’d have to stay on guard.

Her reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door.

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