sounded to her like the perfect caustic, disbelieving note. It was so perfect, she tried again. “You don’t,” she said, drawing out the syllables a bit too much this time. Still. Not bad.
“I don’t. I swear to you, I don’t. But again, Leo is my client—”
“We all understand attorney-client privilege, George,” Jack said. “You don’t have to keep saying it.”
“Well, then—respectfully—why are you here?”
“We’re here because your cousin—our brother—has essentially fallen off the face of the earth,” Bea said. “He’s vanished and it’s worrisome, to say the least. We want to try to figure out where he is and if he’s okay. What if he needs help?”
George pulled out a chair and sat. “Look,” he said. “I don’t think Leo needs help.”
“You do know where he is,” Jack said.
“I don’t. I have my suspicions. I could make an educated guess. But I don’t know anything for sure.”
“Then how do you know he doesn’t need help?” Melody asked.
George rubbed both sides of his face with his hands vigorously, inhaled deeply, and exhaled. “At one time, Leo had money that Victoria didn’t know about. An account in Grand Cayman. To be clear, I don’t know this as his attorney. He mentioned it years ago when he first opened it and, you know, I thought it was not a bad idea, given how things started to go with Victoria, to keep some money separate.”
“And you hid it during the divorce?” Jack said.
“I didn’t hide anything. Leo filled out the asset sheets, I asked if they were truthful, he said yes. He didn’t list an offshore account and I didn’t ask.”
“How much money?” Jack said, evenly.
“I don’t know,” George said.
“Enough to have paid all of us back?” Jack asked.
“At one time, I believe there was enough in there to have paid you all back. But now? Who knows. It’s Leo. He could have spent that money a long time ago.”
“Or he could have doubled it,” Jack said. “He had enough money to take off. It had to be a decent amount.” Even though he’d told himself over and over that Leo had money hidden, he was stunned.
“I would agree with that assessment,” George said. “But I’m guessing, just like you are.”
“You were right,” Melody said to Jack. “You were right all along.”
“This is so messed up,” Bea said.
The three Plumbs looked at one another, lost in their confusion, trying to process a betrayal much more significant than the one they’d been dealing with mere minutes earlier.
“I don’t understand how this happened,” Melody said.
“It’s not hard,” George said. “Anyone can open an account like that. It’s perfectly legal—”
“I’m not talking about banking!” Melody snapped at George, who leaned back as if she’d slapped him. Melody’s face fell. She started crying. Bea poured everyone water. For many agonizing minutes, the only sound in the room was Melody hiccuping and blowing her nose. “I’m sorry,” she finally said. “I’ll be okay.”
“Of course you will,” George said, attempting to soothe.
“I mean, I’ll be broke and we’re going to have to sell our house and tell the girls there is no college fund and I guess we’re genetically connected to a sociopath—” The tears started flowing again and when she spoke, her voice was choked, “But I’ll be fine!”
“If it makes you feel any better,” Jack said, “we’re probably losing our summer place.”
“It doesn’t make me feel better,” Melody said. “Why would that make me feel better? I feel absolutely horrible for all of us.”
Jack tried to console her. He wanted her to pull it together; he hated displays. “It’s just an expression, Mel. I mean that I know how you feel. I do.”
“I’m worried this is my fault,” Bea said. She told them all about her story, how it was based on the night of the accident and how she gave it to Leo to read, wanting his approval. “Maybe if I hadn’t done that, if I’d just thrown it away—”
Jack interrupted. “Don’t. This isn’t anybody’s fault. This is who Leo is.” What he didn’t say out loud was that he knew who Leo was because he was that person, too. He’d always seen too much of Leo in himself. Maybe not quite as bad as Leo (Leo Lite, for once and for always), but close enough to know that if he had a big bank account somewhere and could get on a plane and disappear, he might do it, too. “Leo has always been this person. Self-preservation at all costs.”
“What about Stephanie?” Melody turned to George. “She’s