Catherine Coulter – FBI 3 The Target

Savich said, “Safe bet, huh?”

“As for Molly, well, she seems to deal with him pretty well. When we showed up here, I could practically taste her fear of him, the pressure to be the helpless little girl grateful for her daddy’s help, but at the first insult from him, she dug in her heels.”

“You backed her up, I assume?”

“Yeah, even though I didn’t know the players then. I didn’t realize then what a big deal it was for him to back down. I do now. And he did back down, Savich.”

“You’d have to be blind not to notice what he thinks of her. That’s got to have been tough on her. Jesus, I hope he doesn’t show his stripes too obviously in front of Sherlock. She’d take a strip off him.”

“I bet she would. Good choice, Savich. I like her. She’s tough and she’s smart and she seems to think you’re pretty hot.”

“Ramsey, what do you really think is going on here?”

Ramsey slowly rose. He was nearly dry. His back was beginning to hurt. He’d probably pay for the exercise, but right now, he was still glad he’d done it. He picked up a big dark gold towel and wrapped it around his shoulders. It was very soft, money soft. He shook his head, lifted an end of the towel, and wiped his face. “What’s going on here?” he repeated, still drying his left ear. “I don’t know, Savich, any more than you do. I’m too close. I care too much for the players. I do know one thing: To put a bomb in that Mercedes means that someone here on the premises had to have done it. No one could have gotten in here and planted that bomb without being seen. But nobody’s coming right out and saying it. I wonder what Mason Lord is going to do.”

“How much do you know about Molly Santera?”

Ramsey cocked a dark eyebrow not at the question itself, but the seriousness of Savich’s voice. He said slowly, “I know she’s fiercely protective of Emma. I know she’s brave and tough, just like Sherlock. I know she can focus on one main thing and disregard everything else. She’s also got great hair. Red like Sherlock’s, but not at all the same shade. It’s more like a sunset I once saw when I was on the west coast of Ireland.”

Savich didn’t say anything to that. He looked away, wishing things could be different, but, of course, they weren’t. He said finally, “Did you know that one summer when she was about twelve years old she supposedly let her younger brother drown?”

Ramsey dropped the towel. He stared at Savich. He was shaking his head. “No,” he said, “oh no. I can’t believe that, Savich. That’s not at all like her.”

“I’m sorry. Sherlock discovered it in fifteen-year-old records. I’m sorry if you think she was spying on something that wasn’t her business, but Sherlock is a professional to her fingertips. She looks at everything.”

“I have no problem with Sherlock checking out my birthmark if she thinks it’s relevant to this case, but I’m telling you that this thing with Molly’s brother, it had to be an accident. Molly could never just watch her own flesh and blood die. No way. And that includes that son-of-a-bitch father of hers.”

Savich shrugged. “There was an investigation, of course, but the results were inconclusive. The general belief at the time was that she hated her younger brother because Daddy made it clear he was the favorite, the heir, the only one worth anything. You told me yourself that Mason doesn’t have much use for his daughter. Maybe you’re right, maybe that’s one reason he married Eve. He wants another boy child.

“Mason and his first wife, Alicia, were divorced when Molly was around eight years old and her brother was six,” Savich continued. “She went with the mother back to her mother’s home in Italy and the boy stayed with the father. Molly was visiting here one summer when this happened. When she was eighteen, she went to Vassar. She left after a year and moved in here with her father.

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