Never Tell (Detective D.D. Warren #10) - Lisa Gardner Page 0,134
things can be forged from bone-deep fury.
The front of Evie’s mom’s stately Colonial is an inferno. Porch windows shattering, flames roaring up in response to the fresh influx of oxygen, dancing around what has to be some kind of fire-rated front door in pure frustration.
Fire is a greedy bitch, I decide. But like all beasts, it’s a slave to its appetites.
With that in mind, I work on a strategy. Rear fire escape. Building has to have one. Cambridge loves its fire codes. Rooms must have a duel egress, meaning if there are bedrooms at the rear of the house, there must be a second way out.
Another glass window explodes. I reflexively throw up an arm as I dash around the side of the house. Out of the corner of my eye, I realize the neighbors are outside, watching the fire in horror.
“Call nine-one-one,” I call out reflexively.
“Someone’s in the second-story bathroom,” the woman screams back. “I saw someone through the window!”
“Thanks!”
Then I spot it, a rickety metal fire escape. I hit the bottom rung and start to climb.
Chapter 41
EVIE, D.D., AND FLORA
I DON’T SPEAK RIGHT AWAY. BESIDE me, my mother stands perfectly still.
As Mr. Delaney steps through the smoke, heading straight for us. He’s holding a handgun, I realize now. My eyes had been playing a trick on me, seeing the past when I need to be focused on the present. I’m not sure what kind of gun he currently has, but his grip is steady, his aim true.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” he tells me tightly, his voice already raspy from the smoke. “You said you had a meeting.”
“I finished early.” My voice sounds strange to me. Too normal. Too polite. Like this is any other conversation we’ve ever had. Like we’re not standing in the middle of the conflagration, and that his comments alone didn’t just reveal that while I wasn’t supposed to be here, he assumed my mother would be.
“You killed my dad,” I say.
Watching him now, the way he holds the gun, the way he moves comfortably through the house—how had I not seen it before? That day, I hadn’t seen anyone leaving the house or scuttling down the sidewalk—all the more reason to think my father had possibly shot himself. Except, of course, there was another option—the shooter hadn’t left the house. Maybe Dick Delaney had seen our car pull up and had simply moved to the front of the building, or even walked upstairs. He knew our house that well, my parents’ oldest and dearest friend. He could’ve cleaned up in one of the upstairs baths while my mother was screaming, I was sobbing. Then once my mother had called him, he could’ve used the ongoing chaos to walk out the front door and walk back in the side door. Neither one of us had been paying attention.
But now … Now I feel like I’m seeing everything.
“My mom told you what she’d done. She admitted that much to me.”
Delaney frowns. He seems agitated, but his grip on the gun is certain. The smoke is building around us, the fire growing closer. It occurs to me, he may have a pistol, but Mom and I have wet towels. Fire doesn’t care about bullets, but it does hate getting wet.
“You always were impetuous,” he snarls at my mother now. She still stands stiffly beside me. She’s thinking something, but I can’t tell what.
“You can’t just call off a hit,” Delaney says impatiently. “Good God, only you would be stupid enough to take one out in the first place, then honestly believe you could change your mind. That’s not how things work with these people.”
“You were one of them,” I fill in now, speaking my suspicions out loud. “That’s how you knew who to call. You were one of them.”
“I did my best,” Delaney says tersely. “I even paid the goddamn bill, once your mother saw the light, told the man it was for his trouble and he’d best go away. But I saw the look in his eyes. Hired killers don’t simply quit jobs. I actually came here that afternoon to warn your father about you.” Delaney glances at my mother. “Trying to kill off his mistress? Good God, you were always dramatic, but that was just plain crazy. Unstable. I tried to tell him. Because we all knew he wasn’t going to change his ways.” Delaney stares hard at my mother again. “Meaning what about the next mistress? Or the one after that?”