People always like to think the worst.
I also knew the detectives had spoken with Van Zandt. What did he think of that?
Javier thought only of his work, of which he had too much with both girls gone.
Yes, the other girl was gone too. Had he known Erin Seabright very well?
No, he didn"t. He was nothing to those girls because he could not speak English very well.
That makes things hard, I said. People don"t respect you. It never occurs to those people that you could
feel the same way about them because they don"t speak Spanish.
Young girls think only of themselves and the men they want.
Erin had her eye on Senor Jade, yes?
Yes.
Did Senor Jade have his eye on her?
No answer.
Or maybe Van Zandt was the one?
Javier only did his job. He didn"t mind the business of other people.
That was the best way to be, I agreed. Why borrow trouble from others? Look at Jill. She said she knew
something about Stellar"s death, and look what happened to her. The dead tell no tales. His gaze flicked past me. I turned to find Trey Hughes coming up behind me. "By golly, Ellie, you"re a woman of many talents," he said. He seemed subdued, not his usual drunken, jovial self. "Speaking in tongues."
I lifted a shoulder. "A language here, a language there. It"s nothing every girl in boarding school doesn"tget." "I"ve got all I can do with English." "You"re not riding?" I asked, taking in his casual attire. Chinos, polo shirt, deck shoes. "Paris is taking him today," he said, reaching past me to touch the gray"s nose. "She can undo all the confusion I wreaked on him in the last go-round Friday."
He looked at my outfit and lifted a brow. "You don"t exactly look yourself today either."
I spread my hands. "My disguise as one of the common folk."
He smiled a sleepy kind of smile. I wondered if he had taken the mood elevator down with a little
chemical a.s.sistance.
"I heard a little rumor about you, young lady," he said, watching me out of the corner of his eye as he feda stalk of hay to his horse. "Really? I hope it was juicy. Am I having a flaming affair with someone? With you?" "Are you? That"s the h.e.l.l of getting old," he said. "I"m still having fun, but I can"t remember any of it." "Then it"s always new and fresh." "Always look on the bright side." "So what did you hear about me?" I asked, more interested in whom he had heard it from. Van Zandt?
Bruce Seabright? Van Zandt would spread the news to turn people against me for his own sake.
Seabright would have told Hughes because he valued his client more than he valued his stepdaughter.
"That you"re not who you seem to be," Hughes said.
"Is anyone?"
"Good point, my dear." He came out of the stall and we walked to the end of the aisle to stand looking out. The sky had gone gray with the threat of rain. Across the road the water of the lagoon rippled silver under the skimming breeze. "So, who am I supposed to be-if I"m not who I seem?" I asked. "A spy," he said. He didn"t seem upset, but strangely calm. Perhaps he was tired of playing the game too. I wondered just how key a player in all this he was, or if he had simply allowed himself to be sweptalong by someone else"s current. "A spy? That"s exciting," I said. "For a foreign country? For a terrorist cell?"
Hughes gave an elaborate shrug, tipping his head to one side.
"I knew that I knew you," he said quietly. "I just couldn"t quite place the face. The old brain doesn"t fire like it used to."
"A mind is a terrible thing to waste."
"I"d get a transplant, but I keep forgetting to call."
It was a terrible thing, I thought as we stood there side by side. Trey Hughes had had it all going for him:
good looks, quick wit, money to do or be anything. And this was what he had chosen to become: an
aging alcoholic wastrel. Funny, I thought, people who had known me along the way might say a similar thing: She had everyadvantage, came from such a good family, and she threw it all back in their faces. For what?Look at her now. What a shame.
We can never know another person"s heart, what gives them strength, what breaks them down, how they define courage or rebellion or success.
"How do you think you know me?" I asked. "I know your father. I"ve had occasion to call on his services over the years. The name made it click.Estes. Elle. Elena Estes. You had the most glorious mane of hair," he reminisced. He had a faraway lookas he stared through the haze of his memory. "A friend tells me you"re a private eye now. Imagine that."
"It"s not true. Call the licensing board and ask. They don"t know me by any name."
"Good business to be in," he said, ignoring my denial. "Christ knows there"s never any shortage ofsecrets around here. People will do anything for a dime." "Kill a horse?" I asked. "Kill a horse. Kill a career. Kill a marriage." "Kill a person?" He didn"t seem shocked by the suggestion. "The oldest story in the world: greed." "Yes. And it always ends the same way: badly." "For someone," he said. "The trick is not to be that someone." "What character do you play in this story, Trey?" He tried a weary smile. "The sad clown. All the world loves a sad clown."
"I"m only interested in the villain," I said. "Can you point me in a direction?" He tried to laugh, but didn"t have the energy for it. "Sure. Go into the hall of mirrors and take a left." "A girl is dead, Trey. Erin Seabright"s been kidnapped. It"s not a game." "No. It"s more like a movie." "If you know something, now"s the time to tell it." "Honey," he said, staring out at the water. "If I knew anything, I wouldn"t be where I am today." He walked away from me then, got in his convertible, and drove slowly away. I watched him go, thinking I had been wrong at the start of this, when I had said everything led back to Jade. Everything led back to Trey Hughes-the land deal with Seabright, Erin getting the job with Jade, Stellar. All of it came back to Trey.
And so, the big money question was: was he at the center of the storm because he was the storm, or had
the storm blown up around him? Trey had an eye for the girls. That was no secret. And scandal was his middle name. G.o.d knew howmany affairs he"d had in his lifetime. He"d had an affair with Stella Berne while Michael was his trainer.He"d been with her the night his mother died. It wasn"t hard to imagine him having his eye on Erin. Butkidnapping? And what about Jill Morone?
I couldn"t imagine any of it. I didn"t want to. Monte Hughes III, my first big crush.
I know your father. I"ve had occasion to call on his services over the years.
What the h.e.l.l had he meant by that? Why would he have needed the services of a defense attorney the caliber of my father? And how would I find out? Call my father after all these years of bitter silence and ask him?
So, Dad, never mind that I defied you at every turn and dumped my education to become a cop. And never mind that you were always a lousy, distant, uninvolved parent, disappointed in me for the simple fact that I was not a child of your own making. Water under the bridge. Tell me why Trey Hughes has needed your esteemed expertise.
My father and I hadn"t spoken in a decade. It wasn"t going to happen now.
I wondered if Landry had interviewed Trey. I wondered if he"d run his name through the system as a matter of routine. But Landry hadn"t asked me any questions about Trey Hughes, only about Jade.
I went to my car and climbed in to sit and wait. Paris would be getting on Hughes" gray soon. Trey would come back to the barn after for the postmortem of the ride. And when he left the show grounds afterward, I would be behind him.
Trey Hughes had just become the center of the universe. It all revolved around him. I was going to find out why.
Trey Hughes never came back to Don Jade"s barn. I waited in my car, checking my watch it seemed every three minutes as the time ticked on toward six.
Javier led the gray, draped in a Lucky Dog cooler, away from the barn and came back leading Park Lane. Paris and Jane Lennox returned in the golf cart, then Lennox climbed into a gold Cadillac and drove away.
I checked my watch again: 5:43.
At another show grounds some few miles away, Landry and his team from Robbery/Homicide would be in place, waiting for the kidnappers to show.
I wanted to be there to see how the drop played out, but knew I wouldn"t be allowed anywhere near the place. I wanted to know where Jade and Van Zandt were, what they were doing, who was watching them. I wanted to know where Trey Hughes had gone. I wanted people reporting these facts to me. I wanted to be running the case.
The old rush of adrenaline was there, speeding up my metabolism, making me feel a hum of electricity running just under my skin. Making me feel alive.
Paris emerged from the barn in street clothes, climbed into a money-green Infiniti, and drove toward the truck exit. I started my car and followed, leaving a pickup truck between us. She took a left on Pierson and we began winding through the outskirts of Wellington, pa.s.sing through Binks Forest.
Molly would be in the Seabright house, tucked away in a corner like a mouse, eyes wide, ears open, breath held, waiting desperately for any word of Erin and what had happened at the ransom drop.
I wish I could have been there for her, as much as for myself.
I hung back as Paris brought her car to a stop at Southern-a busy east-west drag that led to Palm Beach one way or the rural county the other. She crossed to the Loxahatchee side of the road and continued down B Road, into the wooded darkness.
I kept my eyes on the Infiniti"s taillights, very aware that we were traveling in the direction of Equestrian Estates.
A creepy sense of deja vu crawled down my back. The last time I"d driven these side roads at night, I"d been a narcotics detective. The Golam brothers" trailer wasn"t far away.
The Infiniti"s brake lights came on. No blinker.
I slowed and checked my rearview as headlights glared through my back window. My heart rate picked up a beat.
I didn"t like having someone behind me. This was not a heavily traveled road. No one came out here unless they had to, unless they lived here or worked at a nursery or a mulch-grinding place.
I was revisited by the sick feeling I"d gotten in the pit of my stomach that morning when Van Zandt had shown up at the farm and I had thought I was alone with him.
Until later, he had said when he kissed my cheek.
Ahead of me, Paris had turned in at a driveway. I went past, catching a quick glimpse. Like most of the places out this way, the house was a seventies vintage ranch style with a jungle for a yard. The garage door went up and the Infiniti rolled inside.
Why would she live out here? I wondered. Jade had a good business. Paris should have been making decent money. Enough that she could have lived in Wellington near the show grounds, enough to afford
an apartment in one of the many complexes that catered to riders.
It was one thing to stick the grooms out here in the sticks. Rent was cheap-relatively speaking. But Paris Montgomery with her money-green Infiniti and her emerald and diamond heirloom ring?
The lights in the rearview brightened as the car behind me closed the distance between us.
Abruptly, I hit the brakes and turned hard right onto another side road. But it wasn"t a road at all. It was
a cul-de-sac ringed by several freshly cleared lots. My lights caught on the frame skeleton of a new home.
The headlights turned into the cul-de-sac behind me.
I gunned the engine around the curve of the drive, beating it back toward the main road, then hit the