finished his drink, he stood from the bar and said good night. The smile was back on his face and it was no longer forced.
He was confident that he could persuade Verna Sallinger to become a foot soldier in his cause. Her personal relationship with Patrick Morhardtâthe drunken foolâwould prove invaluable. Once Patrick was trapped and Verna Sallinger gone, heâd be left with Ann Lesage, and oh what wonderful surprises he had in store for her. His blood rushed with the thought of it. He could hardly wait.
CHAPTER 12
âY our mother called.â
The news soured the coffee Patrick had just swallowed. He put his cup down on the kitchen table. âWhen?â
âWhile you were in the shower.â Irene lifted his cup and set it on the sink counter with a thud.
âWhat did you tell her?â Patrick asked warily.
âThat youâd already left and I didnât know if you were heading straight in to the office this morning or not.â
He should have been out the door an hour ago. He had planned to stop at the office before his morning appointment, but last night had done him in. Heâd spent most of it in the den, thinking, drinking. He lifted a shaky hand to his eyes, rubbing until they were sore.
âAnd whatâs with your brother lately, anyway?â she demanded.
Patrick frowned at the change of subject. Even that reflex hurt, and he had to think hard to change gears. âWhat are you talking about?â
âJonathan. Heâs been stuck up Annâs ass like an enema all week.â
âChrist, Irene, thatâs crude.â
âIâm running out of niceties, Pat. Iâm sick of this.â
He took his briefcase from the counter and stepped toward the door to the garage without answering.
âTalk to me, damn it!â
Patrick looked back at her, his gut churning. It occurred to him that he hated her. He wished he had it in him to hurt her, physically
hurt
her for all her derision and complaints over the years. Nothing had ever been good enough.
âI didnât get the financing,â he said. âThat should have been it, but Ann went ahead with the commercial shoot anyway. Momâs pissed. She blames me. She wants this bloody doll and she expects me to find the money to pull it off. Weâre out the cost of the commercial because Ann wouldnât back down. And theyâve both got their drawers in a twist over going back on our word with the Chinese. So Iâm going to have to think of another way.â
Irene stared at him, then she groaned as she leaned against the refrigerator. âYou canât do anything right,â she said.
He thought again of putting his hands around his wifeâs throat, tightening, squeezing. Patrick took a deliberate step into the garage instead.
âWhat do I tell Felicia if she calls back?â Irene called after him.
âThat I told you I was going to try one more bank before I went to the office.â
He was bone-tired and the day hadnât even started yet. Patrick closed the door behind him. A minute later, he was in the Volvo wagon, heading for the train station.
He wasnât going to a bank. He was going to a lawyer.
He had worked with Ann for too many years. She wouldnât have taken his word on the bank situation. By now she would have contacted them herself and checked his version of the story. She had probably even figured out that he had never spoken to Margin at all. Sheâd call him on it if he couldnât sidetrack her by miraculously producing the money she needed.
How the hell had she done it, he wondered as he left his car in the lot and headed for the train. How had she usurped him so completely over the years? Heâd kept his eye on the little bitch from the first time sheâd set foot in Hart Toyâs mailroom. But it wasnât just Felicia she had wowed. Sheâd taken everyone by storm. Part of it was that chilly intelligence. The rest