I put the binder down and called Lucy. No one home.
She probably hadn’t the heart to disappoint Ken.
Or maybe she’d held her resolve and had gone away for some solitude.
Either way, I’d wait. We had our work laid out for us.
That evening, as I was playing guitar and waiting for Robin and Spike to come home, my service called in with an emergency message from Wendy Embrey.
Now what?
“Dr. Delaware?”
“Sure, put her on.”
Click.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Wendy.”
“How’s Lucretia?”
“Fine, but—”
“You’ve seen her recently?”
“Yesterday.”
“This may be nothing, but I just got off the phone with a woman I think you should talk to. I know there are two sides to every story, especially with this kind of thing, but after listening to what she said, I strongly advise you to call her.”
“Who’s the woman?”
She told me. “I reached her through her father—he’s the head of the real estate company. I was trying to collect—not important. Anyway, I gave her your name, said you might call.”
“Just in case I can’t reach her, give me a summary of what she told you.”
She did. “Which might explain a few things.”
“Yes,” I said, feeling cold. “It might.”
I hung up and punched numbers frantically.
Then I scrawled a note to Robin and ran out to the Seville.
Lights shone from the second story of the house on Rockingham Avenue. Ken’s Taurus was in the driveway, but no one answered the bell.
I ran around to the side gate. Locked. I climbed over.
He was out on the terrace, slumped in a chair, head down. Half a vodka bottle on the table, along with a glass full of melting ice.
When I got ten feet away, he looked up groggily. Then, as if a button had been pushed, he sat up mechanically.
“Doctor.”
“Evening, Ken.”
He looked at the bottle and pushed it away. “Little nightcap. Evening cap.”
His voice wasn’t slurred, but the words were coming out too carefully. His hair was mussed, his glen plaid button-down shirt wrinkled.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Just dropped by to see how Lucy’s doing.”
“Oh . . . she’s not here.”
“Where is she?”
“Dunno, out.”
“Out driving?”
“Yeah, I guess.” He sat up straighter, tried to finger-comb his hair.
“Any idea when she’ll be back?”
“Nope, sorry. I’ll be sure to tell her you stopped by. Everything okay?”
“Well,” I said, sitting. “I’m not sure. That’s why I’m here.”
He moved his chair back. The wrought iron grated on the flagstone. He looked up at the second story.
“You’re sure she’s not here, Ken?”
“Of course.” His faced changed, turning piggish.
Suddenly, his hand moved toward the bottle. Mine got there first and put it out of reach.
“Listen,” he said, “I don’t know what this is about, but I’m bushed, doc. All this crap we’ve been going through, a guy deserves some R and R, right?”
“We? You and Lucy?”
“Exactly. I don’t know what your problem is, but maybe you’d better get out of here and come back when you have an appointment.”
“Are you making her appointments now, Ken?”
“No, she—listen.” He stood and smoothed his pants and smiled. “I know Lucy likes you, but this is my place, and I want some privacy. So . . .” Crooking a finger at the gate.
“Your place?” I said. “Thought it was the company’s.”
“That’s right. Now—”
“I just spoke to your second ex-wife, Kelly. She told me you haven’t worked for the company for over a year. She told me the company belongs to her father, and that since the divorce you’ve been persona non grata there. That’s why the company’s insurance doesn’t cover you. That’s why you’ve got an answering machine instead of a secretary. She also told me you stole computer records and that’s how you get addresses of places to crash. Along with lots of other things.”
“Oh, boy,” he said, backing toward the doors to the house. “It’s a divorce case. You believe her, you’re as stupid as she is.”
“I know,” I said. “There are two sides to every story, but Kelly says there are court records that document your drinking and your violence. Not just to her. You beat up your first wife too. And she says it’s also public record that you threatened your father-in-law and tried to run him down with your car. That you put your older girl, Jessica, in the hospital with a broken jaw.”