A Jersey Kiss (Jersey Romance Series) (33 page)

“
How was Harry?” asked Paul nosily, settling himself at the end of the bed.

“
He was okay, if I’m being honest.” She shrugged and couldn’t quite hide a satisfied smile. “He’s promised to set up a standing order for Poppy. It’s not what I would have wished for in respect of fatherly love for my daughter, but it serves me right for getting into this mess in the first place. He said he wants to see her occasionally and believes she should know her father, but that I can only contact him via the surgery.” Shani sighed and straightened her baggy top. “It’s better than nothing and maybe one day he’ll choose to tell his wife about his other daughter, but for now I have to be satisfied with that. At least he’s acknowledged her and I could tell he regretted being such a shit to me over all this.”

“
It’s a start,” Bea said, giving Shani a hug. “It’s going to be lovely having you both at The Brae. The house needs a bit of life put back into it.”

“
Thanks, Bea.” Shani stood up and winced. “I think I’m going to need a rubber ring to sit on for a few days.”

Paul groaned.
“Too much information, thank you,” he said, picking up Shani’s overnight bag. “You can take those,” he said to Guy, indicating the two flower arrangements she’d been sent. “Let’s get a move on. I need my bed even if the rest of you don’t.” He narrowed his eyes and glared at Bea. “We all need to get to our beds, don’t we?”

Bea rolled her eyes heavenward. She still felt the need to see Tom and find out what he wanted to discuss, whatever the others thought.

“What?” Shani stopped them before they left the room. “I’m sure something has happened. Tell me what’s going on, or I’m going to keep you all from getting home.” She picked up the baby and gave her a cuddle.

Bea listened while Paul explained about their meeting downstairs with Luke.
“So you see, Miss I’m-gonna-take-charge has decided to ignore Luke.”

“
I never said that at all.”

Paul tilted his head to one side.
“No, you didn’t, but none of us are bloody stupid. We all know what you’re like when you make your mind up about something.”

Shani put the baby back in her crib and sat down carefully on the edge of the bed.
“What are you up to?”

Bea groaned, closing her eyes with tiredness.
“Come on, Shan, I’m exhausted.”

“
We all are, but no one’s leaving this room until I hear you speak to Tom and tell him you won’t be going to visit him tonight.”

Knowing when she was beaten and too tired to argue any further, Bea dialled Tom’s number and spoke to him.
“He wasn’t very happy,” she said not surprised when her friends didn’t seem to care about that comment. “I’ve agreed to meet him in the office early tomorrow morning. I can chat with him there instead, before I have to go to court. Right, happy now?”

****

Bea settled Shani and the baby into her largest spare room and saw Paul and Guy off. As she watched their taxi going down her driveway, she couldn’t help thinking that maybe the reason Tom had been so easy going about not pushing a relationship with her was so he could use her as his alibi to Vanessa, which would have allowed him the space and time to arrange meetings with his criminal connections. She still couldn’t quite believe Tom could be involved in something illegal.

She wasn’t sure what emotion she felt more strongly, fury with Tom and his involvement in something so underhand, or irritation at herself. She couldn’t believe she had remained friendly with Tom all this time and not suspect his occasionally erratic behaviour. Surely she should have noticed something at work? She’d find out more in the morning, whether he liked it or not.
“Come on, Flea, outside,” she said, picking him up out of his bed and placing him down in the herb garden. “You must be desperate for a wee by now.” She kicked off her heels and wriggled her feet, waiting for him to sniff around the borders for a bit before coming back inside.

TWENTY-SIX

Tenth of May - Final Harvest

Bea woke to a balmy, sunny Tuesday. The stillness of the warm May day did nothing to help still the nerves causing havoc with her stomach. D-Day. If only Simon had agreed to the Martin Order she wouldn’t have to sit across from him in court today. She stood in the shower certain Claire would have put the idea to him, but not surprised he hadn’t agreed to it.
“There’s still time,” she whispered to Flea as she rubbed her legs dry with the large fluffy white towel. Maybe not, she thought. Simon had never taken the decent way out.

“
You’d only have been suspicious if he had agreed to your suggestion,” Shani said, patting Poppy’s back lightly, trying to wind the snoring baby a little later in the garden. Shani checked her watch. “There’s still time. You’re not due in court until ten-thirty and who knows, maybe Simon will have agreed to your idea. He was probably too busy doing something fanciful like taking part in one of the posh parties being held all over the island for Lib Day yesterday to be bothered phoning you.”

“
You think?” Bea raised her eyebrows but not her hopes at the thought. “I suppose I was caught up with the wedding and little Miss here having just been born.” She held back from mentioning how hard it had been trying to appear to enjoy the wedding when she’d been grieving for Aunt Annabel during the day.

Shani shook her head.
“Nope, I don’t. You’re just going to have to face the little shit in court. And hope for the best.”

Bea made a few more notes to her already lengthy list of points she hoped to bring up at the hearing and, unable to eat the bacon baguette Shani had cooked for her, tore off a small bit from the meat and fed it to Flea.
“At least by this afternoon I should know whether or not I’ll be keeping my home.”

Shani placed her free hand on Bea’s shoulder.
“Whatever happens today you mustn’t worry about what Annabel wanted for you. She loved this place and her garden, but above all she loved you and you would have been the most important thing that would worry her. So, whatever happens, we’ll deal with it and I’ll be there every step of the way.”

Bea sniffed back the tears.
“Thanks, Shan. I know she would only want the best for me, but I’m also aware how much this place meant to her, and to me, if I’m honest. My whole life the only constant thing has been coming here. I don’t know how I’d bear to sell it.”

Bea swatted away a fly with her folder.
“I suppose I’d better get moving if I’m to meet Tom. He wants to chat to me before the others get to the office and I don’t want to be late for my own hearing.”

“
Best of luck with court.” Shani gave her a one-armed hug, waking Poppy who immediately began to cry. “Are you sure you don’t want me there? I could always ask Mum to look after Popps for a couple of hours.”

Bea shook her head. This was something she needed to do without any worries about concerned interference from her friends.
“No, I’ll be fine. One way or another I’m going to be okay. I promise I’ll phone you as soon as I know anything.”

****

Bea parked the car in the closest space she could find to the office and stepped out, pressing it to lock as she hurried through the car park. She could have done without having to come here, she thought as she waited at the side of the road for the lights to change, but if it was confirmed that Tom was involved with Luke’s partner in something illegal, she would feel implicated, too. She worked closely with Tom. Chris and Luke weren’t clients’ of hers, she thought with relief, but she surely should have picked up some suspicious behaviour if Tom had been involved in some way? The lights finally changed and Bea stepped out into the road.

“
Bea, wait.”

She stopped instantly at the urgency in Luke’s tone and moved back onto the pavement, uncaring that the driver in the stopped car looked at her as if she was a little nuts.
“What are you doing here?” she shouted, as Luke ran up to her.

“
Sorry, I didn’t mean to nearly get you run over, but when Shani told me you were going to meet Tom, I had to stop you.” He stood in front of her, bent over, his hands on his thighs as he recovered from the exertion of running to her. “I called your house, but you’d already left,” he panted. “You can’t go in there.”

Bea frowned.
“Of course I can.”

“
No, Tom is going to be arrested.” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, but he’s involved in whatever Chris has been doing and they’ve now got enough evidence to arrest him.”

Bea felt sick.
“Seriously?” She suddenly suspected that Tom wouldn’t care if she’d been caught helping him. What the hell had he been going to ask of her? “I can’t believe Tom would want to implicate me in all of this,” she said, aware even she didn’t believe what she was now saying. “Do you think that’s what he wanted to do?”

Luke shrugged.
“Who knows? I should think he was desperate for someone to help him.” He stared at her silently for a minute. “And you’re probably the obvious one to ask, working so closely to him and sharing a history together. I’m so sorry, Bea. I know this must be hard for you.”

They both looked up as two police cars came around the corner and parked outside the office. Bea gasped. If Luke hadn’t stopped her when he did, she’d be in there now.
“Come here,” he murmured, taking her into his arms and holding her tightly. “I’m so sorry, Bea,” he repeated.

She put her arms around him, enjoying the comforting hug.
“I can’t believe he’d expect me to go along with something like that. The very first thing we’re trained to do is look out for cases where people might be laundering, although I’ve never experienced anyone actually doing it, until now.” She looked up at Luke. “He knew he’d get caught eventually, surely? This island is so hot on this sort of thing; they have to be.”

“
True, but who knows what happened to make him do this.”

Bea stepped away from him.
“But what about you? Chris was your business partner.” If Tom was involved in all this, what about Luke? She’d seen the papers with her own eyes telling her of the investigation into his business dealings. Was this just some con to make her believe he was innocent, when in fact it was Tom? Bea stared at him, trying to figure out who she could trust.

“
You think I’m involved in all this, too?” He narrowed his eyes, then widened them as a thought came to him. “You actually suspect that I’m the one who’s involved in all this, don’t you?”

Even now she couldn’t tell him about the paperwork Tom had shown her.
“I’m trying to be logical. Both you and Tom suspect your business partner of being involved in money laundering activities. Tom has, um...” Damn, she wasn’t allowed to say what she desperately needed to.

“
Tom has shown you proof, is that it?” He glared at her. “So, you now think that I’m here to twist your mind into helping me cover up for my involvement?”

Bea didn’t know what to think. She rubbed her forehead with her fingers, trying to ease the headache that was seeping through her brain. Tom. Luke. Both could be involved in one way or another, purely by their association with Chris. Both were clever enough. Tom had shown her proof, but she looked across at Luke, trying to gauge if she could trust him or not, and the hurt in his expression told her that he hadn’t expected her to react in this way.

“I’m sorry, Luke, but I can’t talk to you about this.” He looked aghast at her and she hated herself for what she was saying to him, but she had no choice. “I really want to, believe me, but legally I can’t.”

He looked stunned and raised his hands before dropping them back down to his sides again.
“Okay, I understand, I think, but please do one thing for me, whatever you think me capable of.”

“
What’s that?” Bea waited for him to speak, wishing more than anything that she worked in some other profession and that she’d never heard of money laundering before.

“
Do not go into that office. If you trust nothing else I’ve said to you, please do as I ask just this once. You can call Tom later. If I’ve lied to you about him being arrested this morning, then he’ll still be around for you to chat to later on; if he’s not, then you know I was telling the truth.”

****

“You’re quite clear what’s going to happen?” her lawyer asked her for at least the third time since they’d arrived at the Royal Court.

“
Yes, I’m going to leave all the talking to you, unless they allow me to ask one or two questions.”

“
That’s correct.” He glanced down at the buff folder in his hand and pushed his round, tortoise-shell glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I put in a request for you to speak when we filed the papers a couple of days ago, but if the judge does ask you to speak, you must ensure you keep to the point. Be clear and do not bring emotions into it at all. Your emotions are not a factor in a court of law. The legal points are all that matter and also whether or not the judge believes your ex-husband should be awarded half the value of the house or not.”

Bea sighed.
“Yes, I understand. No emotions.”

“
Easier said than done, don’t you think?” Luke walked up behind her and Bea turned to find him looking down at her.

Her stomach did a flip and for a second or two she forgot her nerves.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, guiltily recalling their conversation earlier that morning.

“
It’s my hearing today.”

Bea nodded, not sure how to react.
“Ahh.”

Luke raised an eyebrow.
“I’ve been thinking since we spoke earlier. Tom told you they were investigating me, didn’t they?” Bea shrugged. He looked relieved. “I suspected there was something holding you back whenever we,” he hesitated and looked to see whether or not the lawyer was in hearing distance, “saw each other and I know it took a while for me to twig, but when my lawyer showed me some of the paperwork with Tom’s signature on it, I realised he was involved in the reporting of the case and the reason why I’m here today.”

“
Tom reported it? He never said.” Bea clenched her teeth together to stop from saying something she shouldn’t in the hallowed corridors of the Victorian Royal Court building. “Why would he do that if he was implicated?”

“
Who knows?” Luke shrugged. “Hey, don’t be too angry, he was proved to be right about my partner. However, Tom hoped that by implicating me to the authorities he was providing himself with a smoke screen. What he didn’t realise was that I’ve been waiting for Chris to attempt to return to the island, or trip up in some way, so that he can be prosecuted and I can maybe get back some of the money he embezzled from me.”

A door closed loudly behind Bea and she recognised Simon’s clipped tone. She closed her eyes for a couple of seconds to steady her temper. Luke glanced over her shoulder, his expression not altering and took hold of her hand.
“It’s going to be one hell of a morning for both of us, don’t you think?”

Bea forced a smile.
“You’re not kidding,” she said, determined to ignore Simon until absolutely necessary inside the court room. Bea couldn’t believe he appeared so relaxed. Here she was almost sick with fear that she’d be forced to sell her home, when Luke was up against a probable jail sentence. “I don’t think I’d be as calm as you in your position.”

“
They’re only going to decide whether there’s a case to be held, nothing more today, thankfully.” He sighed and bent his head down a little, lowering his voice, “And I’m not as calm as I probably seem.”

Simon walked over and stood next to them.
“Beatrice,” he said ignoring Luke, who Bea noticed seemed amused by the arrogant behaviour, but didn’t leave them alone which she was sure was Simon’s intention.

“
So, you decided not to accept my offer then?” Bea said.

Simon’s eyebrows knitted together.
“I hardly call expecting me to hand over what’s legally mine without recompense a reasonable offer, and I certainly have no intention of being forced by you, or by Claire, into doing something that stupid.” He shook his head and looked at Luke. “Watch yourself with this one she’s got more of a sting than you’d think. She might look all sweet and angelic, but she can stand up for herself with the best of them.”

“
I’ve worked that out for myself,” Luke said, giving Bea a cheeky wink to show there were no hard feelings between them. She relaxed a little. “I’m glad Bea won’t allow anyone to bully her.”

“
Oh, it’s like that, is it?” Simon sniggered. “Good luck to you, mate, she’ll turn on you one day, too.”

“
If she does, I suspect it’ll be my own fault.” Luke shook his head as Simon walked away. “What a jerk.”

Bea shrugged.
“He is a bit of an arse, isn’t he?” She giggled. “I listen to him and sometimes can’t believe I ever thought I was in love with him.” She couldn’t even imagine being married to him now, even so short a time after their split. It was like remembering a film she’d watched, rather than her own life.

“
Mr Thornton, we need to go through now.” Luke nodded towards his lawyer. “I’d better be off.” He gave Bea a quick hug. “Good luck, Bea. I hope the judge comes up with the right verdict for you.”