Why not Eduardo? Billy wanted to know. Didnt you trust him?
Of course I trusted him! I was going to tell him, but it slipped my mind. And then he disappeared.
Hand to the neck. Eyes squinting. Shoulders raised. Voice at a slightly higher pitch. Any one of those things could be a sign of deception. Together, Claudia felt absolutely confident they indicated Mary-Francis was lying.
Maam, Billy said, excuse me for saying so, but your story is ridiculous.
Ill explain better, then, Mary-Francis said, losing her composure for the first time. Eduardo was suspected of killing some drug dealer. The FBI was closing in, and Eduardo was scared of going to prison. I believe he fled to Mexico, thinking he would take the coins with him and sell them, so he could start over in comfort. But then he couldnt find them because Id moved them, and he couldnt very well ask me about the matter. I was supposed to think he was dead.
Your loving husband wanted you to think he was dead? Billy asked.
He must have thought that would be better than going to prison, she grumbled. He knew the police would question me, and he figured I couldnt tell them where hed gone if I didnt know.
Later, he got in touch with Angie somehow, thinking she would help him find the coins. Her words were rushed, a little desperate. Maybe he promised her some moneyAngie would believe anything he told her. She would do anything for him.
But Angie couldnt find the coins, either, so she came to me, thinking she could weasel where Id hidden them, said she wanted to keep the coins safe, put them in a safe-deposit box, but that makes me laugh. She would turn them over to her father. Or sell them, probably for far less than theyre worth. My daughter is not the smartest
How much are they worth? Billys interruption halted Mary-Franciss avalanche of words.
Her body language changed abruptly. While telling her story she had been leaning forward, her face open and animated, gesticulating with her hands. Now she pulled into herself and smoothed her hair, another self-soothing gesture.
I dont really know.
Billy glanced at Claudia. She shook her head slightly.
So your daughter asks about the coins, Billy says, and you draw the conclusion that your husband is alive. He leaned back and folded his arms, a classic male territorial display designed to intimidate.
Youre not getting it, Mary-Francis said. My daughter absolutely did not know about those coins before Eduardo disappeared. Now suddenly shes full of questions. She knows. Because Eduardo told her.
So what do you want us to do? Billy challenged. Should we tell the police to let you out of jail because your daughter mentioned a coin collection? Its preposterous.
I want you to find Eduardo. I know he is alive, and you must find him. Hes probably running out of money by now, and hes desperate for the coins. Maybe you could set a trap. I can give you the names of friends and relatives he has both here and in Mexico. But first, I need for you to warn my sister. Sooner or later Angie will figure out I gave the coins to Theresa. Tell her to hide them well.
Why cant you contact Theresa yourself? Billy asked. Advise her to move the coins to a safe-deposit box.
I cant get hold of her. She doesnt respond. Tears sprang to Mary-Franciss eyes. She has myoh, what is the word, where she can sign my name?
Power of attorney, Billy supplied.
Mary-Francis nodded vigorously. I am afraid she has turned her back on me like Angie.
If Eduardo is alive, Claudia asked softly, how do you explain all that blood?
Evidence can lie, Mary-Francis said. The police are corrupt.
Billy was still stuck on the coins. Mary-Francis, how valuable are those coins? he asked again. You must have some idea.
Mary-Francis hesitated. Im not sure. They are old Spanish escudos, from sunken ships. Maybe a million dollars?
CHAPTER TWO
A MILLION BUCKS WORTH of old Spanish coins? Billy said once they were safely back in his truck. It better be Jean Lafittes treasure.
If theyre gold, Claudia said, they could be pretty pricey just based on the meltdown value alone. Historical significance would add to their value. She could be right.
I guess it doesnt really matter what the coins are worth, Billy said. The question that concerns us is, does she really believe Eduardo is alive? If so, is she deluding herself?
She seems sincere to me. Claudia sounded tired. Im starving. Can we stop somewhere and eat?
Sure. Any suggestions? Billy didnt recall seeing much in the way of classy restaurants in the closest town, Gatesville. Though it was the county seat and the spur capital of the world, it was definitely a small town.
Any place is Oh, look, a Tubbys. Lets go there.
Tubbys? Youre kidding, right? Claudia Ellison wanted to eat lunch at a greasy spoon with a gravel parking lot filled with beater cars and trucks?
I havefond childhood memories. But if youd rather eat someplace else
No, this is fine. Billy tried to picture what Claudias childhood might have been like. He assumed shed come from wealth. She had an aristocratic bearing and a way of speaking that he associated with old money. No Texas twang, so he doubted she came from around here. Maybe shed eaten at Tubbys while on a family vacation?
He had a hard time picturing little Claudia with her upper-class family, dining on ribs or chicken-fried steak. The mental image wouldnt gel.
I thought youd be more of an upscale-French-restaurant sort of person, he said once they were inside and seated at a booth with a faded green Formica table between them. Out of habit, Billy had selected the table and placed his back toward the wall, where he had a good view of the front door and a plate-glass window into the parking lot.
Mais oui, I love ze French food. But this placethey have the best banana splits here. She opened one of the plastic menus the waitress had dropped in front of them and gravely looked over the offerings as if about to make a decision of importance.
After a minute or two she looked up at him. What? Why are you smiling?
I just never expected a Tubbys restaurant to delight you, of all people.
She suddenly became self-conscious, and he wished he hadnt ribbed her about her lunch choice. I guess I needed something happy to focus on after being in that prison. She shivered delicately. What an awful place.
And Tubbys is a happy place?
She looked around, perhaps assessing it through her adult eyes. The restaurant was half-filled, mostly with men in work clothes and a couple of tables of boisterous teenagers.
Yes, its happy, she declared. These men are so relieved to sit in the air-conditioning for a few minutes break from their construction jobs. And those kidsblowing their allowance money on burgers and ice cream, flirting, away from parental controlyeah, happy.
But her smile was slightly bittersweet.
You ready? the waitress asked.
Yes, Ill have the chicken finger basket and a Diet Coke.
Billy ordered a standard burger and fries and the waitress left.
No banana split?
It probably wouldnt be as good as I remember. Now. About Mary-Francis.
I think shes a lying schemer. Please, cant we write this one off? No way could her husband be alive.
Ah, sorry. She was telling the truthabout some things, anyway. The coins exist. She believes theyre worth a million dollars, and her daughter did visit. She believes Eduardo has been in contact with Angie. All thats true. She was lying about one thing, though.
What?
She didnt merely forget to tell Eduardo about giving the coins to her sister. I think she deliberately kept the information from him. Their marriage was on the skids. But she couldnt just divorce himhe was violent. She might have wanted to keep those coins for herself, so she could escape and make her own fresh start.
Forgive me for pointing this out, but a million-dollar coin collection is a nice motive for murder.
She believes hes alive, Claudia said flatly.
Then shes delusional. The blood evidence was clear-cut. Maybe she had some sort of psychotic break and she forgot she murdered him.
Give me some credit. I think I would notice if the subject was psychotic.
Their food arrived, and for a time they didnt speak, focusing on filling their empty stomachs. Once Billy had taken a few bites to dull the edge of his hunger, he sat back and observed Claudia as she devoured her chicken fingers, coating each one with a few dribbles of ranch dressing. She took small bites, closing her eyes to savor each one.
He again wondered why this place was special to her. He tried once more to picture her as a little girl. Long blond hair in pigtails, maybe. She had such a slight build now, shed probably been thin as a child, all knees and elbows. Had she been a tomboy, or a Little Miss Priss? Probably the latter.
Youre smiling again.
Billy quickly schooled his features. Damn, that was careless of him, letting his musings show on his face. His life no longer depended on hiding his true self every waking minute. But he still preferred to keep his feelings out of public view, and the one person he ought to be more careful around was Claudia Ellison. He might not believe in her body-language junk science, but she was perceptive.
They finished and paid with a company Visa, then headed back into the sizzling hot afternoon. Claudia removed her pale blue suit jacket. Her blouse was damp, clinging to her breasts in a way that made Billys mouth go dry despite the huge soft drink hed just sucked down.
So youre going to recommend Project Justice not take on this case? Claudia asked.
Its kind of fantastical.
Yesbut dont you think we should at least check a few things out? For example, lets sic Mitch on Eduardo. If the guy is alive, hes leaving signs of his presence somewhere in cyberspace. Mitch is so amazing when it comes to that, and we have that list of friends and associates Mary-Francis gave us.
I guess that would be okay, if Mitch doesnt mind. Mitch Delacroix was Project Justices resident computer geek and missing person locator. I can put Daniel off about a decision for a few days.
And I want to visit Theresa and see what she has to say about this illustrious coin collection.
Yeah, Ill admit Im curious. If Theresa has some supervaluable artifacts in her home, we should advise her to take them to the bank and put em in a vault. Especially if her drug-addict niece wants them.
As Claudia climbed into the passenger seat of Billys truck, she offered him a healthy flash of thigh, and his heart leaped into his throatwas that her panties he just saw? Then he realized she was wearing a lacy-edged slip.
How Victorian. Howintriguing.
She was definitely concealing something, Claudia said once they were back on the road. She gave at least a dozen signs of it.
A dozen? Come on. No one could give themselves away that thoroughly.
You knew she was lying. How did you come to that conclusion?
Cause she told a stupid story about a million-dollar treasure and a dead husband come back to life. Doesnt take an expert to figure out its a crock.
My hunch is, you read all the body-language signals on a subconscious levelthe direction of her feet, the angle of her body, voice inflection, how fast she talked, where she looked, what she did with her hands, nostrils, lips, whether she swallowed a lot
It would take me a year to catalog all that. Isnt it easier just to listen to what a suspect says? Yet merely listening to the words someone spoke hadnt always told him what he needed to know. Hed missed some vital clues during that last operation with Sheila.
Just thinking about Sheila filled him with a profound sadness. Hey, Claudia, can you tell what Im thinking now?
I read body language, not minds, she said tartly.
Whats my body language telling you?
She actually took him seriously, studying him from head to toe in a slow perusal that made him hotchecking him out the way a woman does at a bar when she wants you to return the favor. If he was as good as he thought he was, though, Claudia would have no idea how badly hed like to kiss those moist, full lips of hers and muss up that elegant blond hair.
Youre bored, she finally said. You dont like this assignment, you dont like Mary-Francis, and youd rather be working on something else.
Uncanny, he said as relief washed through him. He still had it. He could still hide his true feelings.
Im not so ready to wash my hands of Mary-Francis, Claudia said, abruptly returning to business. Im going to talk to Angie. If shes in contact with her supposedly dead father
Whoa, wait, Claudia. You probably shouldnt confront her. She could be dangerous.
Claudia seemed insulted. I know how to deal with addicts, even violent ones. Ive had clients come at me with knives, try to choke me with drapery cords
In a clinical situation, where Im guessing you have a panic button, or people waiting in the next room wholl come running if you scream. Jeez, and he thought his job was dangerous.
I know a little something about dangerous people, she said. I wouldnt be dumb enough to confront her in an unsafe environment.
Ill go with you, he said, surprised at how happy it made him to have an excuse to spend more time with Claudia. Now that he knew for sure she couldnt see inside his head as though it was a fishbowl, he wouldnt be so irritated if he caught her studying him again. In fact, he might not be irritated at all. Did she always wear lacy slips? What was that about?
Im sure you have better things
Once Daniel makes up his mind to check out a potential client, he wants it done right. Its my job to run around interviewing people connected with the case. Its what Im being paid to do.
Im on a hefty retainer, Claudia reminded him.
Then well confront Angie together, he said, settling the matter.
* * *
GOOD MORNING, CELESTE, Claudia said as she entered the Project Justice lobby the next morning. Im here to meet Billy Cantu.
Celeste Boggs, Project Justices office manager and self-proclaimed head of security, looked up from her Soldier of Fortune magazine with a stern expression and pointed to a clipboard. Sign in there, please.