turned my mother into bones in the quiet green deserved the same fate.
“You do that, Aarav. We’d also like to have a chat with you.”
“Do you need me to come into the station?” That’d give the media plenty to salivate over.
“No, we can come to you. Are you available tomorrow morning?”
“Sure.” I considered my options. “But not here.” I couldn’t be certain who might be in the house at the time. “I’ll meet you at my apartment in the city.”
“Ten o’clock?”
Not missing that she hadn’t asked me for the address, I said, “Sure. See you then.” After hanging up, I wondered if they’d already spoken to my father and what he’d told them. Had he spun the same story he’d been trying to sell me, about me being the reason the silk carpet had disappeared that night?
Rain hit the windows with a clatter that had me jumping.
Getting up, I walked over to the balcony and opened up the doors. As I stood there, propped up by my crutches, watching the sky darken, I heard the rumble of a motorcycle engine. The bike appeared out of the rain seconds later, a sleek black thing with red accents. The rider in the front was wearing black leather, his helmet pure black. Someone smaller sat at the back.
When the bike turned into the Henare residence, I knew it was Riki. I didn’t need to see him take off his helmet, but I picked up my binoculars and watched nonetheless. As I’d watched as a teenager, fascinated by the older boy’s life. He didn’t open up the garage, instead parking in the drive and taking off his helmet. He just sat there for long moments, his head lifted up to allow the rain to hit his face and wash down his neck.
His passenger, in contrast, ran over to the dry area shadowed by the front of the house and took off her helmet. Wild black curls tumbled out over her back to kiss her butt. She was laughing and holding out her arms, her face golden brown with finely pointed features. A feline kind of face but the cute type rather than the slinkier version.
Riki finally walked over to wrap her up in his arms and lay a kiss on her.
It was hot and heavy and worthy of a romance movie.
It was also unadulterated bullshit.
I headed back to my desk. I had to think about this. And I did my best thinking at the computer. My phone rang just as I sat down.
“It’s not good,” Gigi said, “it’s fucking great! You’re going to make me rich. I’ve sent it to Finch.” She hung up.
Ego buoyed, I returned to my writing, but all the while, my mind was working on another problem altogether. When Shanti knocked on the door to ask if I wanted to join everyone for dinner, I was deep in the book, but I nodded.
My stomach reminded me that—despite getting pixie girl to carry up the sandwiches—all I’d eaten that day was cake, fudge, and more sweets that I’d grabbed from the drawer. I also wanted to talk to my father. But when I got downstairs, it was to find him in no mood to talk.
“That detective and his sidekick came into my business and interrogated me,” he snarled when I entered the dining room—he was sitting alone while Shanti finished up in the kitchen. “Who do they think they are? I’ll have their badges.”
“They’re just doing their job.” I took my seat. “Don’t you want them to find Mum’s murderer?”
“It was whoever she was fucking.” Vicious words. “She played her games with him, too, and he lost it.”
Knowing I had only a short time until Pari was at the table, I ignored his poison, and said, “I just saw Riki with his new girlfriend. Gorgeous woman.”
My father cackled. “Girlfriend? I don’t think so. He’s a—” He cut himself off from spouting a no-doubt ugly word at the sound of small footsteps getting closer. “Don’t tell me he’s got you fooled?”
“You’re telling me he’s gay?” Pari had gone toward the kitchen, instead of coming into the dining room.
“Your precious mother was the first to figure it out. She saw him kissing some boy.” My father shrugged and took another sip of his whiskey. “I told her to forget it. Hemi’s a good man, doesn’t need that shit getting around.”
“We’re living in the twenty-first century. Riki would be open about it if he was gay—or he could be bi.”
“You taken your funny pills,