in two or three hours. They are going to freak when they see those stories.”
After what happened to me in the jail, this is too much to absorb. “Ben and those old pressmen are really going to get a paper out?”
She nods in the dim light.
“Well, if you didn’t trust me a few hours ago, at the hospital, why do you now?”
“I’m sorry about that. I was actually on the verge of telling you I had the cache when Jet called. Three minutes later you were outside with her.” Nadine lifts a steaming cup of coffee off a cardboard box and hands it to me. “Maybe this will lessen the sting.”
The coffee fills my mouth like a healing elixir, and the first infusion of caffeine makes me shiver with pleasure. “What made you decide to confide in me at the hospital?”
“You told me about the paper you were planning to put out.”
“I don’t understand. It was you who sent me that PDF file? You’re ‘Mark Felt’?”
“Of course. And I don’t want to hear any damned Deep Throat jokes.”
I hold up my left hand. “Not from me.”
“I sent you that as a test of sorts. To see how you’d handle the information. And you passed. You’re using the material that will hurt the Poker Club members, but you held off on the Mr. Chow stuff, which was potentially more explosive, because you weren’t sure what you had. That told me you were willing to proceed with caution, even after they hurt your father. You’re not trying to wreck the whole Azure Dragon deal without regard for the consequences.”
“Yeah, well . . . I’m not so sure about that now.”
“What did they do to you in the jail? Your forehead looks like it has rug burn.”
“They taught me how to hold my breath.”
“What does that mean?”
“Not now. Have you heard anything about my father?”
“He’s about the same. You should call your mother. She’s sleeping at the hospital tonight.”
I glance at my watch. “Arthur Pine came to see me in the jail. In trying to get me to talk, he told me some things I didn’t know. I think I understand why Sally created the cache now.”
“Is that so? Why, do you think?”
“If she chose you to hold it, then you must know.”
“Actually, I think Sally initially hoped I’d hold the cache without knowing what was in it. But I persuaded her to tell me everything in the end.”
“What’s ‘everything’?”
Nadine bites her lip, still struggling with whatever it is she knows. “The last thing she told me—and it nearly killed her to do it—was that her husband had fathered Jet’s child.”
I don’t know if it brings anxiety or relief to hear someone else say it out loud. But if Nadine got close enough for Sally to confide this to her, then she must know more than anyone else alive—other than Max—about Sally’s death.
“How long have you known about Kevin?” Nadine asks.
“Since about nine o’clock tonight.”
“Wow. You must be pretty freaked out then.”
I drink some more coffee, then wrap my hands around the cup for warmth. “You could say that.”
“It was Jet who hit Max with the hammer tonight, wasn’t it?”
“What makes you say that?”
Nadine leans against a shelf unit behind her. “After the police hauled you off, I pulled her away from Paul long enough to ask if you’d done it. She had the decency to say no. That—and the way she overreacted to that cop arresting you—told me Jet must have done it.”
“Max tried to rape her tonight. By the pool on Parnassus Hill.”
Nadine blinks but doesn’t otherwise react. Nevertheless, I see her mind working behind her eyes.
“I think she’d have killed him with that hammer if I hadn’t been there,” I add. “She hates him.”
“I imagine so. She’s been living a lie for thirteen years. Not many people could endure that. She snapped tonight when she attacked that cop.”
“You don’t like Jet much, do you?”
Nadine takes the mug from my hand and drinks a sip of coffee. “I actually admire her in many ways. I’ve seen her in court. But I think she’s screwed you up pretty bad.”
I hesitate to go further in this direction, but after tonight on the hill . . . “Do you want to elaborate on that?”
“Let’s just say Jet’s another reason I didn’t tell you about the cache before now. I knew you’d tell her about it. And I don’t trust her not to use it for personal reasons.”