“I accepted him, made him my friend,” he continued after a moment. “I can’t believe I didn’t see him clearly until I happened to walk in on him and your mother.
“He’s tried to kill me, twice. I’m going to have to deal with him once and for all. I don’t like having to constantly look over my shoulder. Gunther worries. He isn’t happy about any of this either.”
“Rule Shaker didn’t try to kill you.”
Her father looked at her with amazed contempt. “What did you say?”
“No,” she said, very slowly, as if she were speaking to a dim child. “He didn’t ever try to kill you. Actually, it was your wife.”
Her father bounded to his feet, his face paling, then weaved where he stood. She saw waves of pain washing over him, started to go to him, then stopped, realizing that he hated anyone, particularly her, to see any weakness in him. He chopped his hand in the air, waving her back. “Eve? You’re saying that Eve tried to kill me? You’re trying to blame Eve? That’s absurd, Molly, absolutely absurd.” Then he turned to dial his private telephone. “We’ll see about this. Where the hell do you get off accusing Eve of anything? You’re just jealous of her, aren’t you, Molly? You can’t stand her because she’s everything you’re not, you’re-”
“She blew Louey up as well.”
He slowly straightened and looked at her. He slowly laid down the receiver. He was shaking his head as he said, “No, it was Rule. He wanted you and Emma and Ramsey dead in order to bring Louey into line. That silly little bitch daughter of Rule’s wanted the jerk. No, Rule blew Louey up by mistake. Because his intention was to kill you and Emma, I had to retaliate. He would have taken my daughter so I took his. Now, enough of your venom, Molly. I won’t have any more of this. I’m getting Eve in here.”
“She’s not here. She left”- Molly looked down at her watch-“probably about ten minutes ago. She’s not coming back and you’re not going after her.”
She would swear she saw a fine tremor in his right hand. But his voice was calm with authority as he asked in that barely tolerant cold voice of his, “What is this all about, Molly?”
Slowly, Molly rose from the leather chair. She walked to her father’s desk and splayed her palms on the rich mahogany surface. “Listen to me, Dad. Eve is Rule Shaker’s daughter. After her mother’s death, Eve continued her schooling in Europe, then went to school at Harvard. She didn’t go back to live with her father and younger sister, which is why you never heard of her. Your wife has a master’s degree in business, Dad. Her forte is financial analysis. She and Rule Shaker planned to take you for as much as they could. You just admitted that you’d lost more to him in the past couple of years than you’d wanted to lose. It wasn’t just coincidental. Eve was feeding him business information.”
She realized the instant he believed her. She saw his eyes go cold, saw the deep shifting of his eyes as images developed, changed, evolved in his mind. She said very quietly, “You’re not going to kill Eve. It’s over, all of it. No one will try to kill you and you won’t try to kill Shaker.”
His face was flushed, he was shaking his head. “No, it’s impossible. I knew Eve. Do you think I’m stupid? I had her checked out completely before I married her. She’s Swedish, from a little town north of Stockholm called Uppsala. I know all about her family. Her father’s an engineer- he let her keep one of his diplomas. It’s in our bedroom. Her mother is a schoolteacher. She teaches French, for God’s sake. She has two younger sisters. I know everything about her. She’s fluent in English because of an English nanny she had all during her childhood. I know she never went to college, that she-”
“Her name is Janice Claire Shaker. The last time you saw her, she was all of four years old, just a very little girl. You probably have no memory of her at all. When Rule Shaker and his wife divorced, Janice went with her mother to Boston and Rule Shaker kept Melissa, who was just two years old at the time. They split their kids just the way you did with me and Teddy.