called Meghan to ask if she wanted to have lunchâwhich would mean a bit of shuffling in her schedule, because although the state legislature had ended, it was now cherry blossom time in Washington, and that was always a busy time for her, for reasons she had stopped trying to fathomâMeghan seemed surprised. âThereâs so much to do,â she murmured absently. And thenââYou werenât here, were you?â
âNot on the phone, Meghan.â
âYouâre a good big sister. Thank you.â
âIâm coming over, right now.â
They sat on Meghanâs deck, drinking coffee, two sisters enjoying each otherâs company on a fine spring day.
âThere was a pillowâ¦â
âThat he tripped on?â
âNo, although I did throw Melissaâs Crocs down the stairs. She was always leaving them everywhere, so itâs utterly plausible that he tried to step over them, then fell.â Meghan caught Heloiseâs look, the intent, the judgment, and added: âThey really do think he had some kind of brain function episode. He might have died anyway.â
Uh-huh. âSo whatâs the thing about the pillow?â
âIt was from our bed.â
âWhy was it in the basement?â
âExactly. Heloise, I think someone came in andâ¦made sure to finish what I started. I thought it might be you.â A pause. âI hoped it was you.â
âAs I told you that day, I charge money to sleep with men. I donât kill them. I barely do bondage, and then only with customers with whom I have an established history.â
âThen someoneââ
âAre you sure? Maybe Brian took the pillow down with him, planned to take a little nap or something.â
Heloise knew she was groping and Meghanâs withering look confirmed it.
âIf it wasnât youââ
A large woman came out on the deck of the house next door and gave Meghan a solemn wave. Heloise was impressed by how much compassion the woman seemed to put into that small gesture. She was less impressed by the approximation of sadness on Meghanâs face.
âIâm so sorry, Meghan. Let me know if I can do anything.â
âThank you, Lillian, but youâve already done so much. I might not have to cook for a month, given all the food you and the other moms have brought me.â
The phone rang, and they never finished that conversation. But Heloise remains uneasy with the calculus of it all: If Meghan is right, then someone knows Meghanâs secret. And Meghan knows Heloiseâs secret, so she is drawn into this against her will. Her silence is a crime, and while Heloiseâs business was built on violating several sections of the Maryland, D.C., and even Virginia penal codes, she is scrupulous about obeying other laws, keeping her nose clean. Here at Brianâs funeral, she still feels that grip of anxiety and fear, something she thought she left behind her when she got Val locked up for life.
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I N ALL OF M EGHANâS FANTASIES of Brianâs funeralâand, to be truthful, there were several over the yearsâshe had never thought to imagine her own children. Here they are, shattered, and she wants toâ¦shake them. I did this for you. Okay, perhaps not directly. But if her marriage was going to end, it had to be in a way that would shield her children from financial harm, and she has accomplished that much. She has not only Brianâs life insurance but a whopping policy from his former company, which is still in force because of his six-month severance package. She has not sorted out all the financial implicationsâshe has decided it would be a little unseemly to be too focused on such details, just yetâbut itâs her impression that she and the children can live extremely well, if sheâs prudent. She wonders if Heloise is smart about investments. She canât be planning to be a whore forever,