Never Tell (Detective D.D. Warren #10) - Lisa Gardner Page 0,122

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“I’m not going to apologize,” he says sharply. Which catches me off guard. “Your father was my best friend. When he died, I took it as my personal responsibility to look after you. I’ll never apologize for that.”

“You lied to me!”

“When?”

“That’s lawyer-speak and you know it. Lies by omission. Never mention I have my own money—”

“I thought your mother had told you.”

“Really? As evidenced by my big house, my shiny car, my new clothes?”

“You were never into those things, Evie. Your mom is the one who needs appearances. You took a job at public high school where you could use your gifts to make a difference. I didn’t question your lifestyle; I admired it.”

I scowl at him. I want to hate this man. How dare he be nice to me now.

“You never told me my husband had an assumed name.”

“It wasn’t my story to tell.”

“Bullshit! You want to keep me safe? I was living with an impostor and didn’t even know it!”

“Conrad told me his reasons. In addition, I looked it up. His parents’ deaths. His father’s work. It all checked out. If he felt it was safer for you to continue to know him as Conrad—again, not my story to tell.”

“I sat with you just yesterday. I cried about my marriage. I told you I thought the problems were all my fault. I had secrets, so I assumed my husband had secrets. And you never corrected me!”

There, the true source of my rage. That I really hadn’t been wrong. That Conrad really had lied to me. And even if he claimed he had good reason—well, so did Mr. Delaney, and my mother, and once upon a time my father. Everyone had their reasons for lying to poor little old me. And I hated all of them right now.

Except I also wanted Conrad back, so I could throw my arms around him and tell him how sorry I was to hear of his parents. What a terrible burden that must have been to bear. I would’ve shared it with him. I would’ve helped him. We could’ve grown closer, dealt with it together.

Instead, we lived in a house full of secrets. Both of us fearing the other. Neither of us able to confess.

We loved each other. We hurt each other. And now Conrad is gone, and neither one of us will ever be able to make it right.

I wipe at the tears on my face. Mr. Delaney uses the opportunity to pull me in his arms and hug me hard.

“I hate you,” I say, my words muffled against his heavy wool coat.

“I’m so sorry, Evie. If I could turn back the clock. If I could make things better for you.”

“I am sick to death of regret.”

“I know, honey. I know. Shh …”

I finally stand still, accepting his fatherly embrace. It occurs to me that I haven’t been hugged in a very long time. Have had no one offer me comfort in what felt like forever. Our marriage had grown that strained. I’ve been that lonely.

“Did Conrad love me?” I hear myself ask, though I’m not sure I want the answer.

“Very much. He told me so himself. Before you, Conrad was totally fixated on the past. With you, he had a future.”

Which had to terrify him as much as it terrified me. All the years of undercover work—I don’t know what else to call it—digging into his father’s past cases, taking on new identities to approach criminals such as Jacob Ness. How awful it must’ve been to dive into that world, seeing such horrors and depravity. Then come home and have to pretend everything was all right, he’d merely been out quoting custom window designs, nothing to talk about here. And all the while, still not finding whatever he was seeking, and still having to worry that one day, his other work might follow him home.

He’d been so tense these past few weeks. What had he finally discovered—and, dear God, how much had it cost him? His life, our house, now Mr. Delaney’s house.

But it occurs to me just how dangerous my life has become. My husband shot. My home burned to the ground. My attorney’s home incinerated. Conrad must’ve finally learned something, and just because I have no idea what that was doesn’t mean it won’t cost me and my baby everything.

I need to focus. I do still have work to do today. While Delaney was distracted with the fire, I’d made a second call regarding my father’s death. And this