“What would you do to keep your parentage private, Mr. Whittier?”
“Nearly anything. Nearly. The fact of it, the fear of it has ruined my mother’s health. If this is exposed, it might kill her.”
“Samantha Gannon’s book exposed quite a bit.”
“It didn’t make the connection. And my mother doesn’t know about the book. I can control, somewhat, what she hears about. She needs to be protected from those memories, Lieutenant. She’s never hurt anyone, and she doesn’t deserve to be put on display. She’s not well.”
“I’ve no intention of doing that. I don’t want to have to speak to her, to force her to speak to me about any of this.”
“You want to shield your mother,” Roarke said quietly. “As she shielded you. But there are prices to be paid, Steve, just as she paid them in her day. You’ll have to speak for her.”
“What can I tell you? For God’s sake, I was a child the last time I saw him. He died in prison. He’s nothing to do with me, with any of us. We made this life.”
“Did the diamonds pay for it?” Eve wondered, and his head snapped around, insult plain on his face.
“They did not. Even if I knew where they were, I wouldn’t have touched them. I used nothing of his, want nothing of his.”
“Your son knows about them.”
“That doesn’t make him a killer! That doesn’t mean he’d kill some poor girl. You’re talking about my son.”
“Could he have gotten access to the security codes?”
“I didn’t give him the codes. You’re asking me to implicate my son. My child.”
“I’m asking you for the truth. I’m asking you to help me close the door your father opened all those years ago.”
“Close the circle,” Steve mumbled and buried his face in his hands. “God. God.”
“What did Alex Crew bring you that night? What did he bring to the house in Columbus?”
“What?” With a half laugh, Steve shook his head. “A toy. Just a toy.” He gestured to the shelves, and the antique toys. “He gave me a scale-model bulldozer. I didn’t want it. I was afraid of him, but I took it because I was more afraid not to. Then he sent me upstairs. I don’t know what he said to my mother in the next few minutes, other than his usual threats. I know I heard her crying for an hour after he left. Then we were packing.”
“Do you still have the toy?”
“I keep it to remind me what he was, what I overcame thanks to my mother’s sacrifices. Ironic really. A bulldozer. I like to think I razed and buried the past.” He looked over to the shelves, then, frowning, rose. “It should be here. I can’t remember moving it. Odd.”
Antique toys, Eve mused while Whittier searched. Gannon’s ex had antique toys in his office and an advance copy of the book.
“Does your son collect this sort of thing, too?”
“Yes, it’s the one thing Trevor and I shared. He’s more interested in collector’s values, more serious about it than I from that standpoint. It’s not here.”
He turned, his face was sheet-white now and seemed to have fallen in on itself. “It doesn’t mean anything. I must have misplaced it. It’s just a toy.”
Chapter 13
“Could it have been moved?” Eve studied the shelves. She had a vague sort of idea what a bulldozer looked like. Her knowledge of machines was more finely tuned to urban style. The maxibuses that belched up and down the avenues, the airjacks that tore up the streets in the most inconvenient places at the most inconvenient times, the droning street-cleaning units, the clanking recycler trucks.
But she recognized models of old-fashioned pickup trucks and service vans, and a shiny red tractor, not unlike the one she’d seen on Roarke’s aunt’s farm recently.
There were toy replicas of emergency vehicles that were boxier, clunkier to her eye than what zipped around the streets or skies of New York. And a number of bulky trucklike things with scoops or toothy blades or massive tubes attached.
She didn’t see how Whittier could be sure what was missing, or what was where. To her eye, there was no rhyme or reason to the collection, but a bunch of little vehicles with wheels or wings or both cobbled together as if waiting for a traffic signal to turn green.
But he was a guy, and her experience with Roarke told her a guy knew his toys very well.