Truly, Madly by Heather Webber

Author:Heather Webber [Webber, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Mystery, Romance, Adult, Contemporary, Fantasy
ISBN: 9780312946135
Goodreads: 6681523
Publisher: St. Martin's Paperbacks
Published: 2010-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

FOURTEEN

"Ms. Valentine? Did you find Jennifer?"

I spun in my chair, stared at the building across the alley. "Not quite yet." Clearing my throat, I said, "But I did find Rachel Yurio. She's dead, Michael, and has been for years."

Silence stretched. "What are you talking about? Rach? What does she have to do with anything?

And what do you mean you found her? If she's been dead for years . . ."

"Have you been listening to the news? About the body found in Great Esker?"

"Yeah. Creeped me out. I walk Foo there all the time. You don't mean . . . Rachel?"

"Unfortunately, yes. And unfortunately, the police have linked me to you and you to Rachel."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that because I found Rachel you're now a suspect in her death because you're my client."

"You're joking! I didn't have anything to do with her death."

"I know."

"How did all this happen? How did you find her? I'm lost."

"I can't explain it, Michael. I just wanted to warn you the police would probably be contacting you."

"Two guys, bad suits, one balding, one with glasses?"

"They're already there?"

"Yeah."

"Do you have a lawyer?"

"No. Jesus, do I need one?"

"My advice? Get one fast. And don't talk to the police without one."

"But I didn't do anything! I don't have anything to hide."

"I know. But you're now their focus, and they're not going to leave you alone until they hear what they want. Get the lawyer. I'll get you out of this mess, I promise. Give me time to sort it all out."

I hung up, dropped my head onto my desktop. I doubted anything like this had ever happened to my father. If the papers thought it shocking that my father had an affair, they'd go ballistic if / when they heard about this. How long did I have? Not long, I figured, before my name was plastered all over the newscasts as having been the one to find Rachel Yurio's body. It was necessary for Valentine, Inc., to go into full damage control mode. It was not good that Michael was being questioned. He had come to me to find him a mate--not send him to jail.

Talk about bad for business.

Don't panic, don't panic.

I dialed my mother's cell first. There was no signal whatsoever, no voice mail. I called my father's cell next--again nothing. I knew they both had international calling, so either they didn't have service on the island or their phones were dead.

I had no idea what new hotel they were staying at, but I needed to get in touch with them. I was in over my head.

When I dialed Raphael's cell, he answered on the third ring. Pots and pans banged in the

background.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"Downstairs."

Downstairs? "At the Porcupine?"

"Long story, Uva. I'm filling in for the head chef."

This was a story I had to hear.

"I can't talk now," he said.

"Real quick--do you know where my parents are staying in St. Lucia? The new place?"

"No, Uva. Is something wrong?"

"No, no," I lied. "I'll see you soon.

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