Lies Too Long by Pamela Ridley

Author:Pamela Ridley
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-58571-550-3
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2012-07-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

Soft, rhythmic grunts came from somewhere in my living room. Perplexed, I called out, “Mac?”

“I’m here. You’re late.” Hidden by the couch, Mac was on the floor doing crunches in gray sweat pants and a red T-shirt. “Two hundred, two hundred one, two hundred two.”

He counted for my benefit, I suspected. We laughed as I sat down on the couch to watch. Probably his count was closer to fifty, but he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him and with his washboard stomach, two hundred was not out of the question.

“Did you have any luck?” I asked.

“Surprisingly, Helin and his three attorneys spoke to us without a fuss. Swears he knows nothing about nothing. Volunteered for a lie detector test. He’ll be in Delaney on Monday.”

“If he were behind Bob’s murder, he wouldn’t sully his hands with a phone conversation to Truman, but maybe, if he knows anything at all, it will show up. What about Nathan and Paula?”

“They are out of town this weekend.”

“How convenient.” I sighed, folded my arms and paced. Mac didn’t even breathe hard through his sit-ups. If I had tried to join him, I’d wheeze like an asthmatic husky on the Iditarod Trail. Physical exercise beyond a nice, brisk walk or exuberant lovemaking was simply unnecessary torture in my book.

“We put it out they are wanted for questioning. It would be bad PR for Stroud to refuse to cooperate with a police investigation, but we’ll see. As an attorney, Mayfield knows cooperating or not is her call. Unless there’s outside pressure, I’m betting she’ll decline to say anything and we don’t have enough to arrest her.”

“Yeah, maybe American Financial Services will prod her to do the right thing. Our company reputation could be on the line,” I said. “If she knows anything, that is.”

Rolling gracefully to his feet, Mac wrapped a towel around his neck. “I admit what we have is sketchy, but it’s about getting in the game, Laurel. If we wait for something more concrete to fall into our laps, we’ll be waiting indefinitely. Many times something as simple as seeing the head honcho questioned makes the peons nervous. Nervous people make mistakes.”

“I understand,” I said. Noticing the linen he’d harvested from the closet, I snapped loose a sheet for him to make up the couch as a bed.

Taking one end of the sheet he asked, “You usually go to bed this early? It’s not even ten.”

I yawned on cue. “Sorry. I sleep a lot these days.” I felt bad there was no TV in the living room to entertain him, but he could hear the low murmur of Rachel’s if he listened hard.

“Well, get your rest. When and where is the meeting with Butler tomorrow?”

“In Silver Spring, back down I-95, I’m afraid. It’s at four.”

“I thought I’d hang out. Maybe your friend Nathan and his girlfriend will come back tomorrow. I don’t mind driving to Silver Spring, by the way. Did the visit with Emma go okay?”

“Yeah, sorta, not really. Nothing I’m not used to.

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