Then add in the information about your father and the fact that he was the one who found the newspaper article in your office and passed it to Bittle."
"Really." She nodded. "I didn't know that."
"A little too pat, to my way of thinking. Connections usually aren't coincidences in my line of work. You had a little run-in with him yesterday at Bittle."
"And how do you know about that?"
"Ms. Newman. She's got good eyes and ears, and a sharp nose." He grinned. "I asked her to report any unusual incident, officewise. She's another who didn't like the way Thorn-hill smelled, so to speak. And she stood by you from the start."
"Excuse me?" Kate tapped her ear as though her hearing had gone suddenly off. "Newman stood by me?"
"First interview I had with her on this business, she said if I was looking in your direction I was looking in the wrong one. She said Katherine Powell wouldn't steal so much as a paper clip."
"I see. I always thought she disliked me."
"I don't know whether she likes you or not, but she respects you."
"Are you going to bring Roger in for questioning, then?"
"Already have. I had to move a little quicker after I learned you'd had a face-off with him. So I paid him a little visit last night. He was already packed and on his way to the airport."
"You're kidding."
"No, ma'am. Had reservations for a flight to Rio. He's been living on the edge since you were cleared. Whatever you said to him at the office yesterday broke his nerve. He lawyered himself pretty quick, but we figure to cut a deal by the end of the day. They call this sort of thing a victimless crime. I guess that's a misnomer this time around."
"I don't feel like a victim," Kate murmured. "I don't know what I feel."
"Well, I'd feel right pissed - if you'll pardon my French. But..." He shrugged his shoulders. "His career's in the toilet, and he's going to be paying off fines and his lawyer for a long time to come. And the federal government is going to have him as their guest for a while."
"He'll go to prison." As her father would have gone to prison, she thought. For a mistake, an error in judgment. A moment of greed.
"Like I said, we're cutting a deal, but I don't see him walking away without doing some time. You know, the way things work today, you could sue him yourself. Defamation of character, emotional pain and suffering, all that. Your lawyer would tell you."
"I'm not interested in suing Roger. I'm interested in turning the page."
"I figured that." He smiled at her again. "You're a nice woman, Ms. Powell. It's been a pleasure meeting you, even under the circumstances."
She thought about it. "I suppose I have to say the same, Detective Kusack. Even under the circumstances."
He stepped toward the door, stopped. "It's about opening time, isn't it?"
She glanced at her watch. "Just about."
"I wonder..." He tugged on his ear again. "My wife's got this birthday coming up. Tomorrow, actually."
"Detective Kusack," she beamed at him, "you've come to the right place."
Kate told herself she felt wonderful, revived. All of her troubles were behind her. She was starting the next phase of her life.
There was no reason to be nervous about going to Byron's. It was the middle of the day - lunchtime. He wouldn't be home. She would simply pick up her things, as he'd requested, and thereby close that chapter cleanly.
She would not regret. It was fun while it lasted, nothing lasted forever, all good things came to an end.
And if another cliche popped into her mind, she would scream.
She pulled into his driveway. The key she had meticulously removed from her own ring was in her pocket. But when she reached in to pull it out, she found herself holding Seraphina's coin. Baffled, she stared at it. She would have sworn she'd put that in the top drawer of her jewelry box.
She turned it in her hand. The sun caught the edge and shot out dazzling light. That was why her eyes watered, she told herself. It was the reflection off the gold, and she'd taken off her sunglasses. It wasn't because she felt a sudden, wrenching connection to that young girl, standing on the cliff, ready to throw her life away.
Kate Powell was not throwing her life away, she told herself firmly. She was facing it. Only the weak tossed away hope. She had years of happiness