“Tell the cops? I think that ship’s sailed. Hire a lawyer? I’ve got one.”
“It’s not right. The police hounded you for a year. Now they or somebody’s hiding behind lawyers and detectives to keep on hounding you? There should be a way to make them stop.”
“There’s no law against asking questions. And they’re not hiding. They want me to know who’s paying for the questions, the answers.”
“Who? And don’t say it’s none of my business,” she snapped out in case he tried to. “That jerk approached me. And he implied I refused to cooperate because we had a personal relationship, which easily translated to sleeping with you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No.” As he’d pulled his hand free, she just grabbed it again. “You won’t be sorry. And if we did have a personal relationship, the kind he meant? It’s none of his damn business. We’re adults, we’re single. And there’s nothing wrong, nothing immoral, nothing period about you moving on with your life. Your marriage was over before your wife died. Why shouldn’t you have a life that includes a relationship with me, or anyone?”
Her eyes, he noted, turned a particularly glowing green when she was angry. Really angry.
“It sounds like this upsets you more than me.”
“Why aren’t you angry?” she demanded. “Why aren’t you seriously pissed?”
“I spent plenty of time being pissed. It didn’t help a hell of a lot.”
“It’s intrusive, and it’s—it’s vindictive. What’s the point in being vindictive when . . .” It hit her, clear and strong. “It is her family, isn’t it? Lindsay’s family. They can’t let go.”
“Could you?”
“Oh, stop being so damn reasonable.” She stalked away, toward the verge of foaming water. “I think, if she’d been my sister, my mother, my daughter, I’d want the truth.” She turned around, faced him where he stood, just watching her.
“How is hiring someone to come here, ask questions here, a way to find the truth?”
“So, it’s not especially logical.” He shrugged at that. “And it’s not going to be productive, but they believe I killed her. To them there’s no one else who could have or would have.”
“That’s close-minded and shortsighted. You weren’t the only person in her life, and not, even at the time she died, the most important. She had a lover, she had a part-time job, she had friends, worked on committees, she had family.”
She stopped, noting the way he frowned at her. “I told you I followed the case, and I listened to Hester. She felt able to talk to me when it was harder to talk to you or your family. I was someone who cared about her but was not really connected. So she could unload on me.”
He didn’t speak for a moment, then nodded. “It must’ve helped her to have you to unload on.”
“It did. And I know Hester didn’t like her, not one bit. She would’ve tried to, and would have made her welcome.”
“I know that.”
“What I’m saying is Hester didn’t like her, and it’s very unlikely Hester was the only person in the world who didn’t. So like most people, Lindsay had enemies, or at least people who didn’t like her, had grudges or hard feelings.”
“None of them were married to her, had a public fight with her the day she died or discovered her body.”
“With that line of thinking I hope to hell you didn’t ever consider representing yourself.”
He smiled a little. “That would give me a fool for a client, so no, but those are all valid points. Add all that to her family’s list of grievances. I put my needs and ambitions above hers and didn’t make her happy, so she sought happiness elsewhere. She told them I neglected her then complained about the time she spent on her own interests, that she thought I was having affairs, that I was cold and verbally abusive.”
“Even though there was never one shred of evidence—even after a thorough police investigation—that you were having affairs—and she was? Or that you were in any way abusive?”
“I was pretty verbal the last time I spoke to her, publicly.”
“You both were, from what I read. And all right, I understand the need for family to support, to rationalize, to do whatever comforts. But siccing a private detective on you, here? There’s nothing here. You haven’t been here in years, so what could he find?”
Yeah, he could see having her to unload on had helped his grandmother. Despite his own reluctance to cover old ground, he knew it