Secret Sanctuary Part 9

"The police?" He frowned. "Why would they want to talk to me?"

"They'll want to interview anyone who may have seen Bethany in the last day or so before she died. They'll want to know who her friends were, if she had a boyfriend, things like that."

Fortier's scowl deepened. "How would I know about any of that? She was just my student. A mediocre one at that." He struggled with his latex gloves for a moment, then tossed them to the counter. "What's your interest in all this anyway?"

"Bethany was a student here. Why wouldn't I be interested?"

He studied her for a moment. "You sound more than just interested. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you're trying to interrogate me, Dr. Douglas."

"Not at all." Elizabeth's heart started to pound. She knew it was time to leave, but she hadn't gotten all the answers she wanted. "I'm just asking you a few questions, preparing you for what the police are going to want to know."

"How good of you."

"So...you don't know anything about Bethany's social life?" she persisted.

"I don't keep tabs on my students any more than you do, Dr. Douglas. Although..."

"Yes?"

His expression turned coy. "I seem to recall a rumor going about a few weeks ago that Bethany had been seduced into a cult."

"A cult?" Elizabeth repeated in surprise. "What kind of cult?"

"I have no idea. I don't even know if it's true. You know how students talk. You hear things that more or less go in one ear and out the other. I never put much credence in rumors."

Elizabeth somehow doubted that was true. She had a feeling Fortier paid very close attention to the latest talk on campus because, more often than not, the juiciest morsels involved him.

She turned toward the door, then paused. "By the way, Dr. Fortier, you seem to have torn your lab coat."

He grabbed his right elbow, although Elizabeth had made no mention of where the coat was ripped. "Ah, yes. I snagged it on a nail earlier. I'd forgotten all about it."

"Did you cut yourself as well? That looks like blood on the fabric."

He looked faintly surprised. Then almost amused. "Blood? It may well be. You know how experiments can get a bit...messy at times." He turned back to the counter, away from Elizabeth's probing gaze. "Good day, Dr. Douglas."

"Good day," Elizabeth responded, glancing once again at the blood that had been spilled on the floor.

LUCIAN GAVE HER a sheepish smile when she came out of the building. "Sorry for running out on you like that. I, uh, just needed to get some fresh air."

Why couldn't he just admit the sight of blood made him ill?

Elizabeth thought back to the previous night, to Cullen's discomfort in the solarium. He obviously suffered from claustrophobia, but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to acknowledge it. Why couldn't men just own up to their weaknesses? Why try to hide them? Didn't they know such peccadilloes often endeared them to women?

"Are you okay?"

His grin widened, displaying teeth that were dazzlingly white in the sunshine. "I'm fine. Never felt better. Shall we head back?" They started walking toward the library, keeping a brisk pace against the cold. "How well do you know Fortier?"

Elizabeth adjusted the stocking cap over her ears. It had been warm in the lab, but she was glad to be back outside, even in the freezing wind. Paul Fortier had that effect on her. "He's been here for several years, but I can't say I know him all that well. Why?"

Lucian's expression turned pensive. "He struck me as an odd sort, that's all."

"He is a little on the strange side," Elizabeth agreed. "I'm sure you'll hear the stories about him soon enough."

"What kind of stories?"

She hesitated. "I really shouldn't spread rumors about my colleagues. I wouldn't want them talking about me behind my back."

"Yet you did bring it up," Lucian pointed out. "You must think it's something I need to know."

"Heathrow is an all-girl school as you well know, and there aren't that many eligible young men in Moriah's Landing. Sometimes hormones..."

"Run amok?" he supplied.

Elizabeth blushed, thinking about her own rampaging hormones the night before with Cullen. "There've been rumors about Dr. Fortier and some of his students."

"Are you saying he's had affairs with students?"

"Maybe. There was an incident a few years back that almost got him fired. A student claimed he'd a.s.saulted her. She later recanted, admitting that she'd wanted revenge for a failing grade. Dr. Fortier was completely exonerated, and the student transferred to another school. The talk died down after a while, but it never went away completely. I've always wondered..."

"You've always wondered if he really did a.s.sault that young woman and then somehow bought her off."

Elizabeth drew a long, cold breath. "I really don't think I should say any more about it."

"I understand." They walked along in silence for a moment, then Lucian said unexpectedly. "What kind of experiment do you think he was working on?"

"His field is molecular biology, and I know he has a lot of training in genetics. He used to work for the Ma.s.sachusetts Inst.i.tute for Human Gene Therapy."

"Interesting." Lucian mused. "What brought him to Moriah's Landing, do you suppose?"

Elizabeth gave him a sidelong glance. "I don't know, but I could ask you the same thing." She paused. "Your resume is quite impressive, I understand. You were tenured at a very prestigious university. You could have gone anywhere. Professor LeCroix. Why Heathrow?"

"It's Lucian, remember? I thought we agreed."

"Lucian, then."

She waited for him to reply to her original question. He took a moment to consider it. "I needed to get away."

She glanced at him in surprise. "From what?"

"Boston." He lifted a shoulder. "Without going into a long, sordid explanation, let's just say the offer from Dr. Barloft came at an opportune time."

"I...see." But, of course, she didn't. His answer was vague at best.

As if sensing her curiosity, he shrugged again. "I was in a relationship. It ended badly."

"Oh."

He gave her an amused glance. "To put it bluntly, I was involved with a married woman. I gave her an ultimatum, and she decided to stay with her husband. A graceful exit was all that was left to me."

"I'm sorry." Elizabeth said. "I didn't mean to pry."

"So now you know why I came to Heathrow." He stopped and when she gazed up at him, he said softly, "I can't help wondering why you've stayed."

"At Heathrow? I told you. It's the first place I ever truly felt at home."

His gaze on her deepened. "You had an unhappy childhood?"

She hesitated, not certain how much she wanted to reveal about herself to a stranger. "I had a lonely childhood."

"You were an only child?"

"Until four years ago. Now I have an adorable little brother."

He seemed intrigued by the notion. "Why did your parents wait so long to have another child?"

"I've wondered that myself," Elizabeth admitted. "I think it was becausea"" They'd given up on me, she almost blurted. "They were both approaching middle age. Maybe they had some sort of crisis. Instead of buying sports cars or having affairs, they decided to have a baby."

As he stared down at her. something flashed in his eyes. A look of regret. Was he thinking about the woman he'd left behind in Boston? Was he wondering if he'd done the right thing?

"I'm not sure how we got off on this topic," Elizabeth murmured. She turned and resumed walking toward the library.

"Neither am I. You were telling me about Dr. Fortier. He used to work in geneticsa"" Lucian broke off, and Elizabeth glanced up at him. He was gazing straight ahead, his expression wary.

She turned then, following his gaze, and her heart almost leaped from her chest. Cullen was at the bottom of the library steps, pacing back and forth in the cold. He had on his long, black overcoat, not elegantly fitted as Lucian's was, but loose and flowing, hem flapping in the wind. He didn't wear a hat, but he wasn't impervious to the weather. His complexion was ruddy with cold, and his hands were shoved deeply into his pockets.

When he spotted Elizabeth and Lucian, he stopped pacing and strode toward them. "Elizabeth." He gave her a curt nod.

"Cullen." What was he doing here? How had he known where to find her? Or was she being presumptuous? Maybe his being here was just coincidence, and he wasn't even looking for her.

But his expectant expression told her that he was. Elizabeth remembered in Technicolor detail the way he'd looked at her last night, his obvious fascination with the low cut of her gown. Then he'd fled her house in great haste because...why? He'd realized suddenly that she was a woman? That he might be attracted to her?

That he wanted her?

A thrill of adrenaline shot through Elizabeth's veins. It was a heady experience, the possibility of having a mana"two men, she amended, glancing at Luciana"interested in her.

But at the moment, neither of them was paying her the slightest bit of attention. They were too busy sizing one another up. And by the look on Cullen's face, he wasn't all that impressed with Lucian. The latter was harder to read.

Elizabeth said quickly, "Cullen, I'd like you to meet Professor Lucian LeCroix. Lucian, this is Detective Ryana""

"We've met," Cullen said, not happily.

"Last night," Lucian explained. "Detective Ryan spoke with most of the guests, I believe."

For the first time in her life, Elizabeth felt completely at a loss for words. There was no reason in the world for the encounter to be so awkward, and yet it was. She even felt a little guilty, and she couldn't for the life of her figure out why.

But Cullen was obviously displeased with her about something. He frowned down at her. "Do you have a minute?"

"I was just showing Lucian around campusa""

"It's quite all right," Lucian said graciously. He turned to Elizabeth and took her hand. "I've taken up enough of your time, but I enjoyed the morning immensely."

"So did I. I hope you'll be happy here at Heathrow."

"Oh, I think the chances of that are quite excellent," he said with a knowing smile. He brought her gloved hand up to his lips. "Till next time, Elizabeth."

Once he'd walked away, Cullen turned with a smirk. "That's laying it on thick. Who does that clown think he is anyway?"

"Shush! He'll hear you," Elizabeth snapped.

Cullen's brows soared. "Since when does Lizzie Douglas worry about what anyone thinks?" He reached out and yanked on her stocking cap.

"Don't call me that. I detest that name." Elizabeth batted his hand away, annoyed that he seemed intent on returning their relationship to the teasing one they'd had in high school. Those days were long gone. She wasn't a little kid anymore, and Cullen d.a.m.n well knew it.

And that, Elizabeth thought, was the problem. At least for him.

She gave him a challenging glance. "So what are you doing here?"

He couldn't quite meet her gaze. "I came looking for you."

"And how did you know where to find me?"

He shrugged. "Someone mentioned you were meeting LeCroix here at the library this morning."

"Who told you that?"

He glanced at her then, his expression slightly reproachful. "I never reveal my sources, Elizabeth."

"You don't have to. I know who it was." No one but Becca Smith knew about her meeting with Lucian, but why would Becca tell Cullen? Why would the subject even come up...unless they'd been discussing Elizabeth in the first place?

Don't read too much into that, either, she warned herself. The conversation had probably been in reference to Bethany's murder. Hadn't Lucian said that Cullen had talked to everyone at the ball?

Still, it gave Elizabeth a strange feeling to think of Cullen talking about hera"in any regarda"with her friends.

"Why were you looking for me?" she tried to ask nonchalantly.

"I came to ask for your help."

Elizabeth gaped at him in astonishment. "My help? With what?"

"The case."

"The casea"" Surprise turned to suspicion. Elizabeth narrowed her eyes as she studied him. This had to be a trick. The Cullen Ryan she knew would never have made such an about-face over the course of a few hours. Not unless somethinga"or someonea"had persuaded him to. "Was this your idea or Chief Redfern's?"

"Redfern's?" His brow furrowed. "Why would you think that?"

Elizabeth lifted her gloved hands and blew on them for warmth. "Because you made it clear last night you didn't want my help. Why the change of heart?"

"Does it matter?" He stared out over the campus, his tone and demeanor impatient. "Why do you have to make this so d.a.m.ned difficult?"