"That his body washed up on the sh.o.r.e of Brazil?" Noah asked.
"It"s in all the papers, isn"t it?" Ted said. "AOL even had something about it online."
"And?" Noah prompted. "Don"t you have any reaction?"
"I"m sorry for his parents and his daughter, if that"s what you"re after."
Riley came back from the counter with a giant m.u.f.fin, a fruit-and-yogurt parfait and an apple. Apparently, he planned to eat it all himself; his son was in school so he wouldn"t be sharing it as he did during the summer. "You"re sorry for everyone but his wife?" he asked, quickly picking up on the conversation.
Ted tried not to picture Sophia"s face. He"d never seen a more beautiful woman. She turned heads, including his, wherever she went. He hated that she still had the power to affect him and often reminded himself that her beauty was only skin-deep. "I"m sure she"ll manage. She always seems to land on her feet."
Callie frowned. "You"re so hard on her. I won"t argue that Sophia was a...a difficult personality in high school, but-"
"A difficult personality?" he echoed. "She was the meanest girl Eureka High has ever seen. She stole other girls" boyfriends, toyed with the guys she collected, manipulated anyone who"d let her and used her power and popularity to lord it over the less fortunate. You can feel bad for her all you want, but let"s not forget the facts." He left out that she also had a slew of good qualities. That she"d been s.e.xy and funny and determined and just mysterious enough to keep him guessing. At one time she was all he"d ever wanted. He expected someone to call him on that, but no one did.
"People grow up," Riley said. "She seemed nice when she was coming to coffee."
Because they hadn"t given her the chance to be anything else. Ted was glad she"d changed her mind about trying to be part of their group. He didn"t think she should have the right to hang out with them after behaving so badly, and he"d made sure she knew it. "Don"t let those big blue eyes fool you."
Callie shot him a quelling look. "Ted, she just lost her husband. Can"t you have some sympathy?"
No. He couldn"t. He needed to keep up his defenses, because he knew where any softening would lead. He"d tried to rescue her once before. It"d been years since then, but he"d learned his lesson. "Like I said, I feel bad for her daughter and Skip"s parents. Losing a son or father would be hard, but finding out he cheated almost everyone in town and then died trying to fake his own death so he could start a new life somewhere else..." He"d never liked Skip, but he hadn"t expected him to do anything quite that bad.
"Skip died trying to fake his own death?" Levi sat down with some coffee and a yogurt he slid in front of Callie. "Last I knew, they were a.s.suming it might"ve been an accident-that he fell off the boat and drowned."
"It was no accident," Ted responded. "No one "falls" off a yacht with a waterproof bag containing a disposable, non-traceable cell phone, a change of clothes and a hundred thousand dollars in cash strapped to his back. What you saw must"ve been before news of the FBI probe broke. I doubt anyone would"ve been leaning toward "accident" if they"d possessed that little detail. Maybe suicide," he added.
Brandon poured a packet of sugar into his coffee. "So he meant to go overboard, was prepared for it. Why didn"t he survive?"
Ted shrugged. "No one knows. They"re speculating he had some sort of flotation device that he lost for whatever reason. Maybe he encountered a shark or some rocks or fell asleep and slipped out of it. Or he might have given it up, thinking he could move faster without it. Maybe he underestimated the distance to sh.o.r.e or his ability to fight the currents."
Noah finished his cappuccino. "I could see him doing that. He"s always been over-confident."
"What he"s done, to everyone, is terrible." Olivia wiped the condensation from her orange juice. "Especially little Alexa. How will Sophia ever explain that he died trying to skate out on them?"
Ted shifted to one side so he could cross his ankles without getting in anyone"s way. "I"m just glad I didn"t invest, and I hope none of you guys did, either."
He"d said it flippantly. He hadn"t really believed any of his friends would be victims, but when Kyle and Noah exchanged a glance, Ted sat up straight. "Tell me you didn"t."
"He talked a good talk," Noah said, his face turning red. "I mean, look at his house. Look at the cars he drives and all the trips he takes-or used to take. I thought he knew what the h.e.l.l he was doing."
"He did!" Ted said with a laugh. "He got you to invest, didn"t he?"
Kyle"s expression was just as chagrined as Noah"s but he came out fighting. "Don"t be so d.a.m.n smug, Ted. The only reason you kept your distance was because you didn"t want to give Skip the pleasure of thinking he had anything you appreciated or admired."
That was true. Like almost everyone else, he"d been tempted by the promise of easy money, especially when so many people he respected seemed to be jumping at the opportunity. It was Skip"s connection to Sophia that had stopped him.
For once his history with her was actually in his favor. "Doesn"t matter what saved me, I didn"t invest." He leaned his elbows on the table. "So how much did you two lose?"
"I don"t want to talk about it," Noah said. Kyle didn"t answer.
"You didn"t give him a lot, did you?"
Obviously defensive of the man she loved, Adelaide put an arm around her husband. "You didn"t do anything wrong, honey. He did. I bet lots of people in Whiskey Creek lost more than you."
"I hope not," Noah said, aghast. "What hurts the most is that I turned him down the first couple of times he called. Addie and I have had a rough year, as you guys know. But once our personal problems cleared up, the oily b.a.s.t.a.r.d offered me "the opportunity" again. And he made it sound so...safe and lucrative." He pushed the table, which was crowding him, a few inches away. "I had every reason to believe him. He"s been the richest man in town for years. None of us drive a Ferrari or have our a.s.ses chauffeured to work."
"You want a chauffeur to drive you ten feet from your door to your bike shop?" Levi teased.
"No, but I"ll take one of the Ferraris."
"Too bad he"s not alive so I could punch him out," Kyle grumbled.
"Come on, how much did you guys lose?" Ted eyed Noah, since he"d had him in his sights first.
Noah flipped him off, but then relented. "What the h.e.l.l. I admit I was a stupid sucker. Fifty thousand. I lost fifty grand."
The way he said it showed how humiliated he was.
Brandon whistled; Callie dropped her spoon. "That"s a lot!" she exclaimed. "Maybe Levi and I should be glad for my medical bills. We didn"t have enough money for him to bother with us."
Ted turned to Kyle. "And you? How much did you lose?"
"Kiss my a.s.s," Kyle replied, his nose in his cup.
"Noah just gave us a figure," Brandon said.
Kyle scowled at him. "So? I"m not telling."
Ted couldn"t help smiling at his petulant response. That meant he"d lost even more than Noah. "I"m sure there"ll be a list of victims in the paper at some point."
"Then you can just wait and read about what a d.a.m.n fool I was," he said flatly.
Riley leaned forward so he could catch Kyle"s eye. "Your business has been doing great. Why would you invest with DeBussi?"
"The demand for solar panels is going up. I wanted to expand the factory, but I guess I"ll be putting that off for a while."
Ted tapped Brandon"s calf with one foot to get his attention. "I"m surprised he didn"t come to you, too, Mr. Extreme Skier. I"m sure he knows you made some money in your heyday."
Brandon"s mouth curved in a self-satisfied grin.
"What?" Kyle said, cluing in.
"He did come to me," Brandon told him. "Last time he was in town. I pa.s.sed on the offer."
"s.h.i.t!" Kyle smacked the table, rattling the silverware. "Are you kidding me?"
Brandon rocked back at this unhappy response, but he was chuckling when he did. "What? You wish I"d gotten ripped off, too?"
"Pretty much," Kyle mumbled.
"Misery loves company, huh?"
Everybody laughed except Kyle. It was always interesting to watch him interact with his stepbrother, to see how they got along, particularly since Brandon married the woman Kyle had wanted. Every once in a while, Ted saw Kyle look at Olivia with a touch of longing. It made him sad because he knew he did the same thing with Sophia, even though he professed to hate her.
Brandon polished off his second doughnut, which he must"ve bought on the way in, because Black Gold didn"t sell doughnuts. "Yeah, well, thanks for that, big brother."
Kyle didn"t have a chance to respond. Olivia spoke up. "Do you think..."
When she paused, everyone waited expectantly. "What?" Riley asked.
She winced as if she hated saying what she was about to suggest. "Do you think Sophia could"ve known what Skip was doing?"
"No." Callie shook her head, adamant. "Sophia wouldn"t go along with him cheating anyone, especially the people here in town."
"I don"t think so, either," Riley said. "It was all Skip. The guy had no shame. I heard he scammed his own parents. Took them for their retirement, their savings, everything."
Olivia shoved the tinfoil lid of her orange juice into the plastic cup. "That"s tragic, but I"ve never been a fan of the DeBussis."
"Who could be a fan of his brother?" Brandon asked. "That dude"s a mess."
"I wasn"t talking about Colby," she told him. "At least Colby doesn"t act as if he"s better than everyone else. It"s Skip"s parents who swagger around this town like they own it. You"ve seen them-in the Fourth of July parade, showing off their fancy cars." She took a bite of the coffee cake she"d been sharing with Brandon. "Still, I would never have wished anything like this on them."
"What"s Sophia going to do?" Callie asked, her voice filled with concern. "From what I"ve heard, Skip took all the money they had left, and now that the feds have his cash, they won"t give her a cent of it. How will she get by?"
Ted got the impression she was asking him-maybe because she glanced in his direction. "How would I know?"
"She"ll have to go to work to support her daughter," Kyle said.
Riley disagreed. "No, her in-laws will help."
"I don"t think they can," Eve said. "Not after this."
Levi set his cup down. "He ripped them off that badly?"
Eve gave him a helpless look. "From what I"ve heard. I doubt Sophia has many options. That"s why I encouraged her to apply for Ted"s housekeeper position."
Ted nearly fell off his chair. "You what?"
"Well, I didn"t actually speak to her," Eve said with a sheepish expression. "I just...left a message telling her that might be an option."
"Well, it"s not an option," Ted snapped. "That position"s not open to her."
"Why not?" Callie asked, immediately taking Eve"s side.
"Forget it." He waved her off. "She"s been a kept woman her whole life. She probably doesn"t know the first thing about scrubbing toilets and making dinner."
"I don"t think she"s ever had a housekeeper," Callie pointed out.
She"d had the money to hire an army of domestic servants. "I bet she"s had one all along," he argued. "Besides, I"m offering $2,500 a month. That wouldn"t even cover her spa treatments."
"You wouldn"t give her a chance if she applied?" Eve asked.
"I don"t have to answer that because she"ll never apply. I"m sure she"ll find another sugar daddy before life gets too grim, even if it means moving away." He hoped she would leave town. Then there"d be no more risk of b.u.mping into her when he went out. He"d spent years trying to avoid her.
Thankfully, Olivia shifted the focus of the conversation. It was a slight shift but at least his friends were no longer suggesting he employ his ex-girlfriend. "Does anyone know when the funeral will be?"
"Skip only washed up a couple of days ago," Ted replied. "I doubt they"ve set a date, considering it"ll take some time to get the body home from Brazil."
Kyle hooked an arm around the back of his chair. "If anyone"s interested, the funeral should be announced in the Gold Country Gazette."
"That"s a weekly," Noah said. "It wouldn"t be the place to go for information if they decide to have it soon."
"Word spreads like wildfire in this town," Brandon told them. "I"m sure we"ll hear about it."
Riley gazed around at the group. "Who"s planning to go? Kyle and I aren"t. That"s for d.a.m.n sure. I bet Noah won"t, either."
Noah confirmed that with a muttered, "h.e.l.l, no."
"What about the rest of you?" Riley asked.
Ted raised both hands. "Don"t look at me."
"I"ll go, to support Sophia." Callie wiped her mouth with a napkin.
"Me, too. It"s not like any of this is her fault." Eve sent Ted an accusing glare.
"You don"t know that," Ted insisted. She"d certainly stirred up enough trouble in high school. She"d also stirred his heart-and a lower part of his body-but he didn"t like to acknowledge that these days.
"We"re giving her the benefit of the doubt," Callie said. "You should try it sometime. Anyway, I"m guessing Gail will go, too." Gail DeMarco-O"Neal had grown up in Whiskey Creek, but she"d left for college and never moved back. After starting her own PR firm in Los Angeles, she"d married one of her clients-box-office hit Simon O"Neal-and was so busy she didn"t visit often.
"Since when did Gail become friends with Sophia?" Ted didn"t remember any type of rapport between them. Sophia had been part of a rival clique, was actually the leader of it-until the girls who were part of her posse moved away.
Eve c.o.c.ked an eyebrow at him. "Gail invited Sophia to her wedding, remember?"
Seeing that the line to order food was gone, Ted stood up, intending to get his coffee. "I remember, but I thought it was strange then, and I think it"s strange now."
Callie folded her arms. "Why?"
"Because Scott Harris was her big brother"s best friend. She knew him well."
"I don"t think you can hold Sophia responsible for what happened to Scott," Callie said. "She didn"t force him to drive drunk."
He pulled out his wallet. "If it wasn"t for her, he wouldn"t have left the party."
Callie wasn"t about to back down. "She was sixteen or seventeen, Ted. She made a mistake."
"Oh, well. Actions have consequences. Ask Scott"s family about that the next time you see them, okay?" He"d given in to Callie"s kind of thinking once before, and Sophia had made him sorry he had.