Riverstar (3) (12 page)

“Rouse. Rhymes with louse,” said Annie, almost under her
breath.

Bella looked over at Genevieve. “Couldn’t Graham have let poor Sabrina bury her sister first? Talk about lack of sensitivity.”

“You know how it is, Bella,” said Stefan. “They’re only worried about the budget.”

“The show must go on and all that,” added Gennie with tears in her eyes. “I can’t stop thinking about Sabrina. Tiffany was her whole life. They have no other family that I know of. I called her three times already but she’s not picking up the phone. I wanted to offer to pay for the funeral, you know, considering what you told me about their finances.”

 “Sabrina told me last night they’re broke,” said Bella to the
others. “The drugs and careless living, you know…” she trailed off. Nothing more needed to be said than that. They all understood.

She glanced up at Ben. His eyes were lidded and cold. It was hearing talk of Graham, she realized with a start. Already Graham was so much a part of her past that she forgot it would bother him. She slipped her hand into his and rested her head on his arm.

It occurred to her then that Annie should be at the restaurant already. “Why aren’t you at work?”

“Billy’s got it covered.” Annie put her arm on Ben. “The gang at the restaurant’s ready to stand behind you. Tommy and Lee said they would help however they can.” Annie motioned toward the exit. “Come on. Let’s go home. Peter and Cleo are supposed to arrive in an hour or so. They flew down from Seattle and Drake sent a car to the airport. I’ll make dinner and we can talk about what to do next. Stefan and Genevieve, won’t you join us?”

“That would be lovely,” said Gennie. “Or, it would be for me, if it’s okay with you, Stefan?”

“Whatever
you
want,” said Stefan, softly.
Adoring
, thought Bella.
That was the only way to describe how the man was looking at
Gennie.

ONCE HOME AT DRAKE’S,
Ben and Bella, both grimy, went to their separate quarters to get cleaned up, leaving Gennie and Stefan in the kitchen with Annie and Drake.

After Bella was showered and dressed in clean jeans and a sweater, she heard a knock on the door. She figured it was Ben but it was Annie, bringing a plate of cheese and bread. “Thought you might need a snack before dinner.”

“You know me too well.”

Annie, smiling, set the plate on the table between the soft chairs by the gas fireplace. “What happened with you and Ben last night?” She sat, munching on a cracker.

Bella sat across from her, grabbing a piece of cheese—it was white and soft, Havarti, locally made, probably—and a chunk of bread. “We agreed to try. Hard. You know, to figure out what this is between us.” She paused, putting her piece of bread and cheese back
on the platter. “Annie, I know how it looks, but he didn’t do this. I know him in a way that belies how long we’ve actually known one another.”

“Honey, I know. He’s been living with us for three months. We know him too.” She tucked her legs under her. “I just want to say one thing.”

Bella laughed. “Oh, here it comes. What?”

“He’s vulnerable in a way a man never wants to be. You have to stick by him for real. Like dig deep and figure out how to support him through this. It could get ugly.”

Bella looked at Annie for a long moment, trying to think of how
to describe this feeling of inevitability, of destiny that was Ben. “I get
it.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah, no flighty stuff, or selfish stuff. No being self-centered
and immature and reckless. You know, no being me.”

This time Annie laughed. “That’s not who you really are, but yeah, that.”

“I’ll show you you’re not wrong about me, Annie. I made him a promise.”

“Good girl. Now eat something.”

Bella smiled mischievously. “I bet you never thought you’d have to say that to me.”

After Annie left, Bella dried her hair and put on a little makeup before heading to the kitchen. Annie and Drake were chatting with Gennie and Stefan like they’d known one another for years. Annie’s pretty face was flushed and glowing as she stood at the stove making some kind of reduction sauce the color of burgundy wine. Stefan and Gennie sat at the kitchen counter nibbling on rosemary bread dipped in olive oil and sipping white wine.

Drake, opening a bottle of red wine, made eye contact with Bella. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” She glanced toward the other end of the house. “Hey, where’s Alder?”

“He’s with Ellen tonight,” said Annie. Ellen was Lee’s grandmother and Alder’s caretaker when Annie was at work. “We
thought it best if we could talk about all this without him here. I’m grateful he was at school when the police came. He’ll be scared to think Ben’s in trouble. They’ve grown tight the last couple of months.”

“Sweetheart, speaking of tight with Ben, did you call Mike?”
asked Drake.

Annie, spoon in air, nodded yes. “He said to tell Ben to lawyer up.”

“Peter Ball will help us figure out who really did this,” said Drake.

There was the sound of a car coming up the driveway. “I bet that’s Peter and Cleo now,” said Annie.

***

Bella’s impression of Peter Ball and Cleo Tanner remained intact. They were like an advertisement for athletic clothing with their honey-hued hair and glowing skin and muscular physiques. Cleo’s refined, even features and a long patrician neck made Bella think of old Hollywood, like the actresses Richard’s mother had so admired, Grace Kelly or Tippi Hedren, delicate and dewy. All of which would be a beautiful contrast on-screen to the sultry and sensual Gennie with her dark hair and olive complexion.

After drinks and introductions were made, they all feasted on a dinner of pork loin with port sauce over mashed potatoes, one of Ben’s favorites, of which he ate little. Afterward, Annie took Gennie, Stefan, and Cleo out to the front room for a nightcap while Peter, Drake, Ben, and Bella met in the kitchen around the table near the window. It was dark out, drops of rain sliding down the glass, wind
rustling the trees. A storm coming in, thought Bella. How
appropriate.

Peter sat at one end of the table, Ben the other, with Bella
perched on the windowsill. Drake paced between the stove and the table, listening.

“Who were the men following Tiffany in the parking lot? This seems to me to be the first question,” said Bella.

“I agree,” said Drake, stopping and leaning against the pantry
door.

“Tell us what they looked like, Ben,” said Bella. “Actually, tell us everything.”

Peter chuckled. “Bella, I’m supposed to be the cop here.”

“Oh, sorry. Of course,” said Bella, flushing.

Peter ran his hand through his blond, wavy hair. He was nice-looking but the way his eyes seemed to focus and drill into you was
somewhat disconcerting and made Bella feel like she wanted to
confess to every past sin. “That’s fine. I left my partner Brent at home so
you’ll have to help me out. And, she’s right,” said Peter to Ben,
taking out a small notepad from the pocket of his suit jacket. “Tell us about the two men.”

Ben looked up at the ceiling, the way people did when they were trying to recall something accurately. “Lefty’s is at the first stoplight,
Peter, coming into town, and I was waiting for it to turn green and happened to glance over at Lefty’s. There were two men in suits standing under the awning outside the front entrance, looking like
they were waiting for someone. I found it odd, given Lefty’s usual clientele.”

“You found what odd?” asked Peter.

“The suits. But then I figured they were associated with the
film.”

Peter nodded, jotting something down in his notebook. “What happened next?”

“Just then Tiffany came out the front door, wobbly in these
ridiculous high-heels, given the mud in the parking lot, and a tight dress that looked hard to walk in. I recognized her, obviously, from the movies.”

“What color dress?”

“Purple.”

“Go on.”

“She kind of stumbled down the steps and into the parking lot and the men followed her. I don’t know why, but my radar went up. Without thinking, I veered into the parking lot and found a spot next to Tiffany’s car, just as she was trying to unlock it. I rolled down my window and looked both men square in the face. I said, ‘You two need something?’ I don’t know what got into me, honestly, but like I said, something about them seemed dangerous. Anyway, they didn’t answer me, just turned away and went back inside the tavern. I was prepared to wait, just to make sure she got into her car okay until I realized she was hammered.”

“Was there any indication that Tiffany recognized these men?”

“No way. She walked right past them. If she’d been afraid I’m sure she would’ve turned around and gone inside.”

Peter twirled his pen on the table, almost absently, watching
Ben. “Go on.”

“She kept pushing the button on her key, pumping her arm up and down like it was broken. But it must have been the lock button instead of the unlock button.”

“How’d you get Tiffany to go with you?”

“I just got out of my car and approached her slow so she didn’t get spooked. I asked her if she was all right and she said yes but that her car wouldn’t unlock. She was slurring her words and her eyes were all unfocused. I held out my hand and asked if she wanted me to try. She gave me the keys and I slipped them in my pocket. I don’t know why I did that, actually. It was a weird thing to do but again I was just trying to keep her from driving. I asked her if I could give
her a lift and she turned her face toward me and then upwards
towards the sky. The rain was coming down even harder and it was almost poetic the way she held her face up like that and let the rain wash over her face. Then she said something that scared the hell out of
me.” He closed his eyes, as if trying to remember it exactly. “She
said, ‘I was going to get in my car and drive out of town as fast as I could until I found the river and then I was going to drive into it with the
windows open and let the river fill it and me until we both just
drifted away.’” Ben stopped talking and looked over at Bella. “It was the saddest thing I’ve ever heard anyone say.”

Goosebumps ran up and down Bella’s arms. She shivered,
thinking of poor Tiffany. The world had eaten her alive from the inside out until there was nothing left but a shell of her sad, sunken soul.

“Then she said something about how she couldn’t drive and if she was stopped they’d throw her into jail this time instead of just
rehab,” continued Ben, turning toward Peter once again. “I knew
then I
had to get her around people, maybe get some food in her and so I
took her by the arm and helped her into my car and drove to Riversong.”

Ben went on to tell Peter about taking Tiffany to the lodge and how she’d gotten sick almost immediately. “I stayed until it seemed safe to leave her and put her into bed, still fully clothed, by the way.”

“Was Tiffany coherent at this point?”

“Yeah, she’d sobered up by this time, a little anyway. She
thanked
me and then curled into the fetal position and appeared to pass out
cold. I left my card on the bedside table and told her to call me if she needed anything.”

“And what time did you leave?” asked Peter.

“I believe it was around 11:55. I remember looking at my watch as I closed the door, hoping Bella wasn’t going to be mad it had taken so long.”

“Did you see anyone else in the hallway or elevator on your way
out?”

Ben sat up straighter in the chair. “No one asked me that today. So I didn’t think of it until just now. There was a man who got out of the elevator as I was walking in. And you know what? The elevator was coming down, which means he had come from a floor above.”

“Can you describe him?” asked Peter.

“About my age, I would say. Maybe a little older. Salt and
pepper hair. Medium build. Totally unremarkable. Dressed in sweats and a T-shirt. He was typing into his phone so his head was down, making it hard for me to really see his face.”

Salt and pepper hair and typing on his phone? It had to be Graham.

Ben slumped in his chair, resting the side of his face in his hand. Bella looked over at Peter, who was staring out the window, perhaps thinking through everything Ben had told him. “Peter, can we let Ben go to bed now? This has been a long day for him.”

“What? Yes, of course. I’ll let you know tomorrow if I have any further questions,” said Peter.

***

Bella and Ben walked hand in hand across the driveway to the guest quarters without speaking. Once upstairs in the bedroom, Ben sank onto the bed and took off his shoes, leaning over as if it hurt to
do so. Then he collapsed onto the bed and put an arm over his eyes. “I keep expecting to wake up from this nightmare but it keeps
going.”

She sat on the side of the bed, stroking his forearm until he took
it from his face and looked at her. “It’s going to be all right,” she
said. “Peter Ball’s the best there is. Regardless if the local cops try and pin this on you, he’ll get to the truth.”

He rolled to his side; she leaned her back against the headboard
and gathered his head onto her lap. “Do you think Drake or Annie think I could’ve done this?” he asked, sounding like a frightened
child.

She stroked his hair. “No way. They know you.”

He looked up at her. “I don’t know what to do about work.”

“Just keep on doing what you normally do. No one’s accused you of anything yet.”

“If I get arrested, I’ll lose my job. That scares me almost more than anything. I never realized until now how it’s been everything, all I have, my complete identity.”

Ben closed his eyes. She felt him relax as she continued to stroke his hair and face. After a few minutes his breathing became steady.
She shifted him onto a pillow and placed the extra blanket on the
end of
the bed over him. She stood, watching him sleep. How was it they
were so happy for a brief few hours and now this?