Savich said in that deep, calm voice of his, “I’m tired of your foul mouth, Cotter. You’re an undisciplined boy in a man’s body. You’re offending me.”
Cotter just stared at Savich for a long moment, then he took a step back.
“I can say whatever I want to, you fuckhead.”
“That’s quite enough,” Elaine Tarcher said, rising gracefully to her feet to face the man who was her son, and who was also certifiable. “You’re not off in the woods with them somewhere, Cotter, you’re here in the living room of my house.”
To my wonder and relief, Cotter said in a calm, controlled voice, “I’m sorry, Mother. I don’t want to make a mess in the living room. You have so many nice things in here.” He’d made the right choice.
“Yes, dear. It’s kind of you to remember. Go find your father now.”
Cotter walked out through the elegant arch of the living room doorway. He turned and said, “Rob Morrison was a fool. He only wanted you for two and a half weeks, Mother. Was he blind? You’re so beautiful the bastard should have been crawling to you. Rob was fucked up, crazy.” Then he was gone.
“I apologize,” Elaine said with a charming smile to all of us. “Cotter gets overstimulated sometimes. My mother was exactly the same way. I believe it’s drinking too much coffee. He doesn’t mean any harm. Now, are you all ready to leave? It’s time, you know. I do have a lot to accomplish this afternoon.”
Sherlock shuddered. Laura said, “Mrs. Tarcher, your son is very seriously disturbed. He’s a sociopath. He needs professional help before he hurts someone or himself. Surely you see that?”
“She’s right,” Savich said. “He’s dangerous, ma’am, and one of these days he won’t back down.”
“I’ll deal with it if and when that day comes,” she said. “He doesn’t need a shrink. That’s absurd. Actually, I believe he got himself involved with that terrible drug of Paul’s. As soon as some time passes, I’m sure he will be all right again.
“I’d like you all to leave now. I’ve been very cooperative, but enough is enough. Why are you staring at me, Agent Savich?”
“You said your son was taking Paul’s drug,” Savich said, his hand still on Sherlock’s shoulder.
“Yes, I’m afraid so. I’m not sure what it was, but he’s seemed more aggressive, not always in control of himself.”
“What we gave Cotter, my dear, was a simple tranquilizer that Paul recommended, nothing more.” Alyssum Tarcher had entered the room speaking these words. He stood tall and imposing in tailored Italian slacks and a white shirt open at his throat. How much had he heard his wife spill?
He continued, “Well, if it isn’t more federal agents, in my living room, threatening my wife and bullying my son. Poor Cotter is in a state. Now, I’ve had it with all of you. If you don’t have a warrant, I want you out of here.”
“Sir,” I said to Alyssum Tarcher, “we came to ask you about Jilly. She’s still missing. I’m very worried about her. Have you seen her? Do you know where she is?”
“We haven’t seen Jilly since before her accident,” he said.
“Do you think Jilly was taking Paul’s drug?” Savich asked. “Do you think she was taking too much of it? That it made her mentally unstable and that’s why she drove off the cliff?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You are upsetting my wife.”
Laura was hurting, I could tell, but she was controlling it well. She said, “Did you know that John Molinas was murdered in Costa Rica at a drug compound run by Del Cabrizo?”
“It was on the national news,” Alyssum said slowly, one eye on his wife. She was sitting very still, her eyes on her ballet slippers. “Neither Elaine nor I have seen John in a very long time. We were saddened to hear of his death.”
“Unfortunately, your niece is missing,” Sherlock said.
“My brother loved his daughter very much,” Elaine said, rising slowly to stand by her husband. “He wasn’t a bad man.”
“I want you to leave now,” Alyssum Tarcher said. “I am innocent of any drug-trafficking charges, these horrible murders that you and your sister, Mr. MacDougal, seem to have brought to us. There is nothing for you here. I don’t plan to fall apart and confess because there is nothing to confess. Get out now.”