Angel's Verdict Part 16
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"How are you feeling, darling?"
"Fine. Just fine."
"You're looking so much better. Who knew that you had such speedy cells!"
Bree laughed. Her face didn't hurt as much as it had before. "You've been talking to Megan Lowry."
"She's quite delighted over the whole business. She said your bones are healing faster than a little kid's. I'm somewhat vague on the details, but apparently very young bones heal faster than ours."
Bree tried to bend her knee. It hurt like h.e.l.l. "Not fast enough."
"Patience, dear. Would you like some soup?"
"I would like to get up."
"I don't think so."
"Among the many things Megan Lowry told you, I'm sure, is that it's fatal to sit around. For your muscles, I mean."
Francesca did what she always did when she needed to call in the troops. "Royal! You get yourself in here! Your daughter's acting up again. Royal! Where is that man? You stay right there, Bree. Don't you move!" Francesca trotted out of the room. Bree leaned over the edge of the bed and looked into Sasha's golden eyes. "Help," she said. "I mean it, Sash. They have to go home. I've got to find that pin. You know what I think, don't you? I think Justine clocked me over the head with that handy frying pan and grabbed the pin out of my briefcase. This"-she swept her hand over her face and legs-"was an unintended consequence."
Sasha c.o.c.ked his head, yawned, and got to his feet. He considered her for a long moment, then turned and trotted off.
Her father, long, lean, with his curious eyes and gentle smile, edged into the room, followed by her mother. "Feeling antsy, pet?"
"I'm feeling less and less like an adult and more and more like an infant. If I don't get up right now, I'm going to revert to my childhood permanently. By the way," she added crossly, "where's my stuff?"
"Those old files," Francesca said. "Your father's been looking through them, just like you asked."
"And he got the downloads?"
"Mrs. Billingsley brought them right over."
"She didn't say anything about them when she came to visit."
"We asked her not to. You need to rest, dear. Your work is far too stimulating."
Royal put his hands on Francesca's shoulders. "I think we can give her a hand out of bed, Chessie."
"But the doctors said-"
"The doctors simply come in to marvel at our good old girl. They say she's doing splendidly. Okay, Bree. Swing yourself over."
"Here!" Francesca shrieked. "The crutches!"
Bree stood up, gave herself a minute to adjust to the crutches, and then swung into the living room, Sasha patiently behind her. Antonia was out. A tag end of a bedsheet peeked from underneath the cus.h.i.+ons on the sofa. Her poor sister. Bree had slept on that sofa bed herself. It had a pesky iron bar right across the middle of the mattress.
Bree headed for the rocking chair by the fireplace, swung herself around, and lowered herself into it. Sasha sat down next to her and then suddenly leaped to his feet, his tail wagging furiously.
The doorbell chimed.
"Oh, for heaven's sake," Francesca muttered. "Not more flowers I hope. And if it's Sam Hunter again, he can just turn right around and go back where he came from. He's positively been haunting this place, Bree."
"I thought you liked Hunter."
"I love Hunter. But all he does is hold your hand and glower. Then Antonia asks him if he's shot Phillip Mercury yet. None of it conducive to proper healing." Francesca disappeared into the foyer, trailing words, and reappeared moments later, looking happy. Sasha bounded past her, ears up. "I never thought I'd actually meet him," she said. "He's such a good-looking boy in person. You have callers, Bree."
Ron and Lavinia came into the room. Bree made an effort to get to her feet. Her father placed both hands on her shoulders and kept her in her chair.
Ron was his usual vital self. He smiled at her mother, who smiled happily back. Lavinia looked-"transparent" was the best word Bree could come up with. Bree knew that her angels had to make an effort to appear in the temporal world. She hoped it wasn't taking a toll on her old friend.
"You poor child," Lavinia hobbled forward, her worn wool cardigan pulled tightly across her chest. "Ron didn't want me to come, but I just had to see for myself." She smiled proudly. "So I come out. I haven't been out for years."
"Mamma, Daddy, this is Lavinia Mather, my landlady at the Angelus office and a dear friend. Mamma, you've spoken with Ron on the phone. Ron, this is my father."
Ron shook hands with Royal, gave Francesca a hug, and leaned over Bree. "Lavinia insisted on coming," he said into her ear. "I won't let her stay too long."
"She looks-worn," Bree said worriedly.
"It's an effort, at her age." He stepped back and raised his voice a little. "You're looking pretty spry, boss."
"I'm feeling fine. You guys want to see something impressive?" She hopped out of the chair on one leg, grabbed the crutches, and swung herself up and down the room.
Lavinia beamed. "Well, they told me you were coming along fine and I guess it's true."
"I'll be back in the office in no time."
"We'll see about that," Francesca murmured. "And here I am, forgetting my manners. Please sit down, all of you. Let me get you some tea, Mrs. Mather."
"That would be tasty," Lavinia said. "But I'm not staying long, so please don't fuss yourself."
"Sit down right here beside Royal on the couch. Do you take lemon or sweet?"
"I do love my sugar, thank you kindly." Lavinia perched on the edge of the couch and looked around the room. "My goodness, my goodness. This place hasn't changed much at all."
"When were you last here, Mrs. Mather?" Royal asked.
Oh, about 1754, Bree thought. Coming in with the rest of the auctioned slaves to the paymaster's office.
"A while ago," she said with a sweet smile. She accepted the cup of tea from Francesca. "Just had to come and see with my own eyes that she was doing as well as Ron said. I do like to see for myself, when it's important." She settled the fragile cup on the end table and turned to Royal. "Bree told us you were taking a look at all that history Florida Smith dug up about the Haydee Quinn case."
Bree hadn't really intended to turn the case notes over to her father-despite what she'd told Florida Smith- but he wouldn't leave her mother to go back to Raleigh, and her mother wouldn't leave her. He was a restless man by nature, especially when he didn't have any real work to do. The case files had kept him out of the rest of the family's way for days.
"Yes, indeed. Very interesting. Very."
"Is the case making any more sense to you than it is to Bree, here?"
Royal patted his pockets, realized yet again that he'd given up his pipe years ago, and settled for stroking his chin reflectively. "I was eight years old in 1952, and as a matter of fact, I was a witness to the burning of Haydee's body."
"You were?" Bree said. "Good grief."
Francesca shuddered. "What a sight for a young boy."
"Yes, well, as you know, we usually spent the fourth of July here on the river." He smiled a little. "And the-ah-spectacle-was one of the reasons we don't anymore. In any event, I saw him. I'll never forget it. The poor boy was wild with grief. Of course, I was more than usually interested in the handling of the case, so I read everything about it I could put my hands on. And I eavesdropped whenever I could on the adults' conversation. Your grandmother and grandfather, Bree, knew the Bullochs socially, and of course, the whole thing was a huge scandal and the topic of every gathering for weeks. And of course, you knew that Franklin represented the boy at the sanity hearing. It was a big break for him."
"Yes," Bree said. "I knew that."
"So my own theory of the case may be tainted by what I recall. Although I did my best to set aside whatever bias I may have picked up as a youngster when I looked at these notes. She did a good job, this young woman. Very thorough."
"So who killed Haydee Quinn?" Francesca asked.
Royal steepled his fingers and tapped his chin. "There are two questions that need to be answered before I have a legitimate theory of the case. Bree? What would those questions be?"
Bree answered promptly. "Where did she go after she staggered away from the Tropicana Tide with the knife wounds to her chest? And who went with her?"
"Mercy," Lavinia said. "You brought this girl up right, Mr. Royal."
"Thank you, Mrs. Mather. I did, didn't I?" They smiled delightedly at each other. Bree's heart contracted a little. They were both so dear to her. "Daddy," she began. She stopped and chewed at her lower lip.
"What is it, my dear?"
"Do you think . . ."
"That young Alex had anything to do with it?" He tilted his head to one side. "This case has been getting at you . . ."
Bree made a dismissive gesture.
"Well, something's been getting at you. But if it's a concern that Franklin was involved with a coverup, it shouldn't be." He frowned with distaste. "Not Franklin. No. Not knowingly, at any rate. That kind of dealing just wasn't in your . . . uncle. You're not thinking logically about this, Bree. Again, what do you need to do before you can come to a rational conclusion about whether an injustice has been done?"
"Follow the body," Bree said.
"If an injustice has been done-and I suspect it might have been-the answer lies there. Follow the body, Bree."
"The missing witness," Bree said. "Of course. Ron, do you think Petru could come up with a list of the employees at the Tropicana Tide?"
"From 1952?" Royal said. "That'd be quite a feat of research."
"It would," Bree agreed. "But you don't know Petru. If it exists in a record somewhere, he'll dig it up."
"You're thinking that the barkeep or one of the dancers might have seen Haydee after she staggered off into the night?" Royal patted his pockets for his long-gone pipe.
Bree had the flutter in her chest that meant there just might be a crack in the case. "The odds are pretty good, aren't they? The Tropi was what Dent calls a hangout for lowlifes."
"Who's Dent?" Francesca asked. "That poor sorry soul who keeps leaving you daisies?"
"Is that where they came from?" Bree said. "Anyhow, Daddy, I doubt that any employee of William Norris's would be all that interested in helping the police."
"I like it," Royal said.
Lavinia murmured in admiration. Bree looked at her. Was she imagining it? Or was Lavinia fading, just a little? She glanced at Ron, a worried question in her eyes.
"Oh my," Ron said promptly. "Do I hear the phone?"
"I didn't hear it, but then, I turned the ringer down so it wouldn't bother Bree," Francesca said. "It's probably Florida Smith again. She's been trying to reach you, but I told her business would have to wait until the weekend was over."
"Mother," Bree said, "you can't just summarily dispose of my phone calls."
"Oh! There it is. Such sharp ears you have, Ron." She rose, crossed the small living room, and picked it up.
Lavinia put her hand on Royal's knee. "Is this child getting around okay, Mr. Royal? Able to take a shower and such?"
"She's made a remarkable recovery."
"She looks good," Lavinia said judiciously. "Needs fattening up, but that's nothing new. I made her another batch of my Brunswick stew, by the way. Soon as she gets back to the office, I'll make sure she eats a pint or two."
"Not much going on at the office at the moment," Ron said with a casual air. "She'll be able to ease back into the caseload. Of course, if she's out too long, things will begin to back up."
"Now that'd be stressful," Lavinia agreed. "Waiting too long to get back."
They both smiled at him. Bree knew those smiles. She looked down at Sasha, who thumped his tail in a rather mischievous way.
Francesca hung up the phone. "That was home, dear. There's a tax question come up about the a.s.sessment on Plessey. And that big old live oak fell over and dammed up the creek. Art Johnson's raising a hullabaloo. Says it's going to flood his cow pasture. Gurney thinks we should come home, but I told him not while my darling girl is laid up like this."
"Your darling girl is doing just fine," Ron said. "She has me to run her errands . . ."
". . . and me to stuff her full of my good food," Lavinia added, "and to wash her hair if she needs a hand."
"And Antonia to take care of everything else," Bree said. "Please, Mamma. I love you. You're driving me crazy. I have to get back to work."
"It's time to go, Chessie." Her father got up and enveloped her in his arms. "She's going to be just fine."
Francesca sighed, looked from Ron to Lavinia and back again, and threw up her hands. "Okay, okay. I give. But the instant something else goes wrong, I'm all over you like a Persian rug."
Like much of what Francesca said, it made sense. Sort of.
Twelve.
There is a divinity that shapes our ends,
Angel's Verdict Part 16
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