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“If you know something,” Jade says, “you should tell me. I promise you, I can help. Iwantto help.”
I roll my eyes. “Do you now?”
I drop the cell back into my pocket and sink onto the last chair, the one with the ruined leather armrests. Jade’s voice, her expression—they’re a swirling mess of doubt and desperation. My questions have gotten to her, planted a seed of suspicion that if she’d been paying any sort of attention, would have come up ages ago. Clearly this is a woman who only sees what she wants to see.
And now I’ve given her just enough to get the wheels turning. She might have believed Cam was telling her everything about his business before this day started, but she doesn’t anymore. If nothing else, I’ve accomplished that much, nicked a chink in her belief in her husband.
She stands there, holding the roll of tape like a forgotten cup of coffee, and watches me, frowning. I wait for her to mention the marks in the leather under my fingers, how the tape peeled the top layer of the recliner away like a cheese grater. But then again, furniture is the least of her worries.
“Maybe we should get Cam on the phone again,” she says instead. “If you call him on my cell, I guarantee you he’ll answer. We could ask him how much longer before he gets here.”
“Good idea, but attach the girl to the chair first.”
I urge her into motion with the Beretta and, reluctantly, she tugs Beatrix down the line of recliners. She guides her into one at the far end, kneeling on the carpet by her feet.
“You’ve been such a brave girl,” she murmurs, snagging her fingers in her hair. “But let’s just do as he says this time, okay? Your father will be home soon, and then this will all be over.”
The kid leans forward and whispers something into Jade’s ear. Jade frowns, then whispers something back. I watch the side of her mouth, the way her lips carve out one lone word.
Who.Or maybehoot.Or it could also beshoot. Shoot a gun?
“Hey.” Both heads whip in my direction, both expressions guilty as hell. I flit the Beretta between them. “What are y’all whispering about?”
“Beatrix says she’s hungry. It’s past her dinnertime.”
“And what didyousay?”
“I told her to wait.”
Wait. It’s possible that’s what she said. From the side,whowould look likewait. Especially with that swollen cheek.
I lean back on the buttery leather, gesturing to the roll in her hand. “Less talking. More taping. And hurry. It’s almost go time.”
J A D E
6:25 p.m.
“Sit down.”
I collapse onto the coffee table across from Beatrix, an emotional tug-of-war in my chest, vacillating between gratitude and confusion. I wasn’t expecting to stay here in the media room. I figured he’d march me across the hall and reattach me to the blue chair, but he didn’t. He’s letting me stick close to my daughter, at least for now, and I’m not about to argue.
He digs my iPhone from a cargo pocket, sinking back into the leather of the last recliner, the one Baxter was on. He unlocks the screen then pauses, his finger floating above the glass.
“Okay, here’s how it’s going to go. When Cam answers, you’re to ask where he is, how much of the money he’s got on his person and how long before he gets here. These are the only things you get to say to him, do you understand me? If he asks about the kids or anything else, direct him back to answers for those three questions. Got it?”
I nod, then shake my head. “Is Beatrix allowed to talk to him?”
He smiles. “Oh yeah. She can talk to him. In fact, missy, maybe you can tell him about how you almost got your mama killed. Special treats for anyone who can squeeze out some tears. Ready?”
Without waiting for our answer, he taps Call, then puts the phone on speaker. I stare at the phone, my heartbeat knocking against my ribs. Cam picks up on the first ring.
“Hello, Jade?”
Click. The man hangs up.
I stare at him, my mouth hanging open.
The man gives me a demented grin. “Just messing with you. Let’s do it again.”