Killing Her Softly (24 page)

"I haven't heard a peep out of either of them," Quinn said.

Usually Marcy was up by seven at the latest and ordinarily would have had breakfast prepared. Aaron, on the other hand, would sleep until noon, unless told to set his alarm. "Want me to wake them?"

"Yeah, if they're not up in the next five minutes. I'm expecting Judd Walker, a lawyer from Chattanooga, to show up around eight. We spoke on the phone last night and I may be hiring him to take Kendall's place."

"It's awful about Ms. Wells. I know you liked her a lot, that you two were friends as well as. . ."
Jace
cleared his throat. "Do the police think you killed her? If they do, they're crazy."

Yes, Kendall had been his friend. And his lover. And a basically good person. Lulu's death had been tragic and had gotten him into a heap of trouble. It seemed impossible to believe someone so vibrant and alive was gone. He'd cared about Lulu, but not in the same way he'd cared for Kendall. In time, Lulu would have been nothing more than an old lover, but Kendall would have always been his friend.

"I'm sure I'll wind up being a suspect in Kendall's murder just as I am in Lulu's, since I don't actually have an alibi for a couple of hours yesterday evening."

"How come you don't have an alibi? You were here with Aaron and Marcy until you left for Ms.
Wells's
house. There couldn't have been more than thirty minutes while you were driving over there that you were alone."

"I made a stop along the way," Quinn said, but didn't elaborate. He didn't want anyone to know about the odd spells he'd had the night of both murders. Not exactly blackout spells, but something similar. Once things were cleared up about Lulu's and Kendall's deaths and he was allowed to return to Houston, he intended to make an appointment with his personal physician and find out if something was physically wrong with him. The thought had crossed his mind that maybe he had a brain tumor, but he'd dismissed the notion. Quinn Cortez was invincible, wasn't he? He'd spent the past twenty years proving to the world that nothing could conquer him, that no matter what the situation, he was the kind of man who came out on top.

"Didn't anybody see you wherever it was you stopped?"
Jace
asked.

Quinn shook his head, put his coffee mug on the table and then sat. He eyed the newspaper. "Did you take a look at it?"

"Yeah."

Quinn could tell by the tone of
Jace's
voice that the news was bad. He picked up the
Commercial Appeal
and flipped it open so that the entire front-page was visible. Holy shit! It was a lot worse than he'd imagined. There on the front-page were three photographs. Kendall on the left. Lulu on the right. And smack dab in the middle was a picture of him. The headline read:
cortez real lady-killer.

"You can sue them for slander, can't you?"
Jace's
voice quivered with outrage.

"Probably not," Quinn replied. "My guess is that they stopped just short of calling me a murderer. There's a thin line between journalistic freedom and slander."

Quinn scanned the article. Just as he'd thought. The implication was that he was a suspect since the only connection between the two women was the fact that they had both been personally involved with Quinn Cortez. Although the expression lady-killer could be taken more than one way, its use in the headlines would be viewed in the worst possible light, whereas in the article, the reporter referred to Quinn as having a reputation as a charming, playboy-type lady-killer.

Quinn's gaze paused on one particular line in the article.
Although the police are not free to give out the exact details of either murder, we have discovered that both women were murdered in the same way, leaving the police to believe the same person killed both Kendall Wells and Lulu
Vanderley
.

"When Judd Walker arrives, I want to see him alone, so after you wake Aaron and Marcy, tell them I'd like all three of you to go out for breakfast. On me, of course." Quinn folded the newspaper, laid it aside and lifted his coffee mug to his lips.

"Don't you trust us?"
Jace
asked, a hurt expression on his face. "You think there are things you can tell your lawyer that you can't tell us. Is that why you want us to leave?"

"You shouldn't take my request personally. Stop and think for a minute. What I tell my lawyer is privileged information."

"Oh, yeah, you're right. Sorry. I wasn't thinking."

Quinn reached up and patted
Jace
on the arm. The boy had little self-esteem and was one of the most sensitive people Quinn had ever known. He seemed to thrive on the attention Quinn gave him. Aaron said that
Jace
hero-worshiped Quinn. God, he hoped not. Being a professional role model to boys like
Jace
was one thing, but he sure as hell didn't want anybody imitating his actions in his personal life. He'd never done anything purposefully to harm another person and he'd always tried to be up-front with the parade of women who came and went in his life. But here he was nearly forty and he had no one truly special in his life. No wife. No children. No real family. And until recently, those things hadn't really mattered to him.

He could easily continue being a lady-killer, going from one lovely, entertaining woman to another. Why not? Other men envied him, didn't they? What guy wouldn't want to have his life?

He could tell himself that Lulu's murder, followed by Kendall being killed, had affected his way of thinking about life in general. And although that was true enough, their deaths alone hadn't made him question his personal values. He'd been restless for a couple of years, but especially the past few months. Neither his work nor his love life gave him the pleasure they once had. And then there was Annabelle
Vanderley
, a lady who'd gotten to him in a way no other woman ever had. They were all wrong for each other, even on a temporary basis. The lady was a class act in every way. He on the other hand had been called a wetback, a bastard (although his birth certificate stated his parents had been married), a son of a bitch, a lady-killer, a womanizer and even a shyster. He had made something of himself, become rich and powerful despite his humble beginnings, but all the money in the world couldn't buy him what Annabelle possessed. Class. Real class. And it had nothing to do with how wealthy she was.

He'd done the lady a big favor last night by allowing her to read Griffin Powell's report on him. Even after learning the truth about him, she would have still given him the benefit of the doubt if he hadn't warned her to run like hell.

You implied that you wanted her the way you
d
wanted and had countless other women. You lied to her. She's nothing like any other woman you’ve ever known. And the way you want her is different because she's different.

"I'll go get Aaron and Marcy up and herd them out of here before your lawyer comes,"
Jace
said. "Is there anything I can do for you before we leave?"

"I can't think of anything," Quinn told him. "Y'all give me about an hour alone with Judd Walker and if I'm not here when y'all get back, I'll leave a note. I figure the police will want to question me sometime today."

Marcy heard a loud gasp. Her eyelids flew open and she shot straight up in bed. Only then did she realize she was completely naked and she wasn't alone. After grabbing the sheet up to cover her breasts, she cut her eyes toward the open door.
Jace
stood in the doorway, his hazel eyes wide and round behind his glasses, an expression of pure shock on his face.

"What do you think you're doing?"
Jace
asked in a trembling, wispy voice. "You slept with Aaron? I thought you loved Quinn. How could you—"

"Put a lid on it, will you?" Aaron rolled over, yawned and draped his arm across Marcy's belly. "It's none of your damn business who Marcy sleeps with. And hell, man, we all love Quinn, don't we? But none of us are screwing him, so we
gotta
look elsewhere for our fun."

Marcy jabbed Aaron in the ribs. Clutching his side and moaning, he scooted away from her and got out of bed. Standing there totally naked, with a morning erection, he winked at her when she glared at him.

"You're vulgar, you know that, Aaron?"
Jace
frowned, the action scrunching his facial features.

Aaron grabbed his discarded pajama bottoms and slipped into them. "Yeah, so what else is new? What are you doing coming into Marcy's room without knocking?"

"I did knock,"
Jace
said. "But when she didn't say anything, I came in to wake her. Quinn wants us out of the house for an hour or so. He's expecting some lawyer in from Chattanooga anytime now and they'll need some privacy."

Marcy wanted to get up and run, to escape from this embarrassing moment and from having to talk to Aaron after spending the night having sex with him. Three times. The first time, she had pretended he was Quinn, but the next two times, she'd known exactly who was giving her so much pleasure. But that didn't change the fact that she wasn't in love with Aaron. Not the way she was in love with Quinn.

"What's the lawyer's name?" Marcy asked, trying her best to act nonchalantly as she sat up in bed and pulled the sheet up to her neck.

"Judd Walker,"
Jace
said. "Ever heard of him?"

"Judd Walker? Yeah. One of the only cases Quinn ever lost was in Chattanooga, about seven years ago," Marcy said. "Walker was with the DA's office back then. The man's good. I mean if he can beat Quinn . . ."

"He may be good and he might have won that case, but he'll never be as good as Quinn,"
Jace
said adamantly.

"No, of course not." Aaron rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. "
Jace
, there's something you've got to realize—Quinn Cortez
ain't
God!"

Jace
blushed. "Just get ready, will you? Quinn said for us to go out for breakfast." Just as
Jace
turned around so that his back was to Marcy and Aaron, the doorbell chimed. "Hurry up, will y'all? That's probably Mr. Walker now."

"Why don't you go let Mr. Walker in," Marcy said. "Aaron and I will be ready to go in just a few minutes."

When
Jace
disappeared down the hall, Marcy slid out of bed dragging the top sheet off the bed and wrapping herself in it.

"What the hell are you doing?" Aaron laughed. "Honey, I've already seen it all. And touched it. . . and tasted it."

"
Jace
is right. You are vulgar." But the way he'd called her honey reminded her so much of the way Quinn called her— and every other woman on earth—honey. Aaron's voice had even sounded a lot like Quinn's.

"I think the kid's a virgin. And probably asexual. I've never seen him ogling a girl or another guy. And if he's ever had a hard-on, I've never noticed it."

"Are you in the habit of noticing other men's hard-
ons
?"

Aaron laughed. "Hey, the guy and I share a room sometimes. And most guys, especially nineteen-year-olds like
Jace
wake up with a woody. He doesn't. That kind of thing you notice."

"Whatever you do, don't ever say anything to him about it. He's a sweet kid. A little strange, but sweet."

Aaron came up behind her, grabbed the edge of the sheet and whipped it off her. Standing there naked Marcy groaned. "Forget it. It's not going to happen," she told him.

"Is that a not now or not ever?"

Good question. Did she want a repeat of last night? What if
Jace
told Quinn that she and Aaron were sleeping together? So what if he did? Quinn wouldn't give a rat's ass.

She hurriedly picked her clothes up off the floor. "It's a not now."

Aaron popped her on her naked butt. "I'm grabbing a quick shower. Are you sure you don't want to join me?"

Pulling on her pajama bottoms, she turned and glared at him. "Quit wasting time. You heard
Jace
. Quinn wants us out of here pronto."

"Quinn, Quinn, Quinn. I'm beginning to hate hearing the man's name. You know you called it out last night, the first time you came."

Marcy blushed. Her fingers stopped in their task of buttoning her pajama top. "I'm sorry."

"Don't sweat it," Aaron said. "I knew you were pretending I was him."

Only the first time, she wanted to tell him, but didn't. It wouldn't be fair to let Aaron think there could ever be more to their relationship than sex. Maybe Quinn could never be hers, but that didn't mean she'd ever stop loving him.