Secrets To The Grave Part 60

"We have a victim ID," Mendez said. "You're not going to come out on the right side of this, Mark. You need to think about how you can salvage something out of this mess. If Darren killed Marissa-"

"Darren didn't kill Marissa."

"How can you know that-unless you were with him that night."

"I know because I-"

Dixon rapped on the door and opened it, grim faced. "Mr. Foster's attorney is here. Courtesy of Darren Bordain."

93.

"He was going to confess!" Mendez exclaimed. "Ten more seconds and he would have confessed! He was going to say he killed Marissa. Ten more seconds!"

They had adjourned to the war room while the Bordain attorney consulted with his new client.

Vince tuned out Mendez's rant. He went to the whiteboard and made a new entry on the timeline for Wednesday evening.

Apx. 6:00-6:30pm: G. Kemmer abducted by M. Foster.

Gina's explanation had been sketchy and piecemeal. She hadn't been able to give them more than a few words at a time before exhaustion pulled her back under. The doctor had finally intervened and kicked them out of her room.

"Let's think this through," Vince said, turning away from the board. "Go back to Wednesday. Gina is scared. We'll a.s.sume because she knows who killed Marissa. She decides she needs to get out of town before something happens to her. She goes to Mark Foster. If she thought Mark Foster killed Marissa, she would never have gone to him."

The excitement drained out of Mendez's expression, leaving just the frustration. "But he was about to say-"

"What you wanted to hear?" Vince asked. "He could have just as easily been about to confess to having been with Darren Bordain."

"Why else would Foster have tried to kill her?" Hicks asked.

"She threatened him," Vince suggested. "She knew about him and Bordain. She and Marissa facilitated the relationship. They were together as a foursome a lot. Foster and Bordain both gave Gina as their alibi for part of Sunday night."

"She was a beard," Hicks said.

"So she's desperate for cash to get out of town. If he hesitates, that's the thing she has to hang over his head. Maybe it's like I said to Foster: She threatened to expose them to Bordain's father. He sits on the board at McAster. Bruce Bordain can ruin Mark Foster's career. Gina can ruin Mark and and Darren. The next thing Gina knows, she's in the trunk of a car." Darren. The next thing Gina knows, she's in the trunk of a car."

"And Foster just happens to dump her in the same abandoned well Marissa's killer dumped the b.l.o.o.d.y sweatshirt?" Mendez said, skeptical.

"That well is a public dumping ground by the sound of it," Vince said. "It's located equidistant between Marissa's home and the Bordain ranch. Foster could have hiked out there in those hills. Or Darren could have told him. Or Darren could have been the one to take her there for all we know at this point."

"Either way," Mendez said. "I don't think it was a coincidence that sweatshirt was down there. I think we've got to give a hard look at both Bordain and and Foster now. Even if Gina didn't suspect Foster, that doesn't mean he didn't do it." Foster now. Even if Gina didn't suspect Foster, that doesn't mean he didn't do it."

"At least we know the girl is going to make it now," Dixon said. "As soon as she's strong enough, we'll get the whole story.

"Do we know if Darren Bordain owns a weapon?"

"We can't find out until tomorrow," Hicks pointed out.

"In the meantime," Dixon said, "we'll get a warrant to search Foster's home and office. And we sit on Darren Bordain. I'll get Trammell and Campbell to take the first watch."

"It's coming together, boys," Vince said, almost satisfied ... but not quite.

He picked up dinner at Piazza Fontana on the way home, begging off from the gla.s.s of wine Gianni Farina wanted to share. All Vince wanted was to get home, back to Anne and Haley.

He had been loath to leave them that afternoon when he had gotten the call that Gina Kemmer had regained consciousness. Haley had been restless and out of sorts, acting out in little bursts of anger.

Anne felt she was probably struggling with the memories and emotions that had shaken loose when she had witnessed Anne being attacked by Dennis Farman. If those memories were starting to bubble up to the surface of Haley's consciousness, an ID of her mother's murderer could be forthcoming.

Meanwhile, Anne was struggling with her own feelings. Between the PTSD and her doubts and depression over how she had handled Dennis Farman, she was in a tough place, and Vince wanted nothing more than to be there for her as a sounding board, or to rea.s.sure, or just to hold her.

He knew how she was feeling. He still couldn't help but wonder if he had handled Zander Zahn more carefully, if Zahn would still be alive.

As he turned into their driveway, his car filled with the aromas of lasagna and chicken piccata. He thought how different it was to come home to someone who could share his day, and he could share hers, instead of locking up his professional self at the end of the day and trying to be someone he wasn't with someone who didn't really know who he was.

"You're a lucky man, Vince," he said, and headed into the house to spend the evening with his wife.

94.

"I want to see my kitties!" Haley whined.

They sat at the breakfast table trying to start the day in between Haley's outbursts. First she hadn't wanted to get out of bed, then she hadn't wanted to get dressed. Anne had given in on that one for the moment, saving it as a bargaining chip for after breakfast. Next had come the raisin toast rebellion, now this.

Anne knew where the bratty att.i.tude was coming from. The little girl was struggling with the memories and emotions that had been churned up because of Dennis's attack. She was frustrated and afraid of those feelings, and didn't have the tools to deal with them. Consequently, they came out in little fits of temper, and her attempts at taking some control over her environment came out in small acts of defiance.

Of course, understanding didn't make it any easier on the nerves to listen to a whining child.

Vince gave Haley a look that made her sit down on the banquette. "Enough," he said quietly. "Or you won't be going anywhere, young lady."

Big tears welled up in Haley's eyes and she started to wail.

They both ignored the tantrum.

"Are you sure you're feeling up to doing this?" Vince asked.

"No, but I think it will be a good diversion," Anne said. "For both of us."

As much as she didn't want to spend time with Milo Bordain, Anne had decided it would be a good day to take Haley to see her kittens at the Bordain ranch. Let Haley get some fresh air and exercise, and focus on things that were external instead of trying to cope with the tangled ball of feelings inside her head.

The same went for herself. Fresh air and the chance to be around animals and the beauty of nature would do her a world of good.

"Don't let that woman rattle you," Vince warned. "She thinks she's going to a-d-o-p-t. No one has told her yet that she has no standing because the paternity isn't what she thinks it is."

Vince had explained the situation to her as they knew it so far. Everyone was waiting to hear from Gina Kemmer, who was probably the only person involved who knew the true circ.u.mstances of Haley's birth.

Anne was trying to put the possibility that Haley had parents out in the world out of her mind. She had to make herself believe that Marissa Fordham-who by most accounts had been a caring, wonderful mother, and a caring, wonderful person-hadn't stolen this precious child. There had to be another explanation.

Haley had given up on her little fit and was nibbling on a piece of blueberry m.u.f.fin.

"We're going to take a ride in a police car, Haley," Anne said. "That'll be fun."

"Why?"

"Because," Anne said, "if you finish your breakfast and brush your teeth and get dressed, the deputy will take us out to your auntie Milo's ranch to see your kitties."

Haley lit up at that.

That was the end of the bad att.i.tude.

Vince went off to the hospital to see if Gina Kemmer would give them more revelations as she regained her strength.

Anne dressed in jeans and an oversize blue flannel shirt, accommodating both her stiffness and her bandages, and brushed her hair back into a ponytail. She put Haley in bib overalls, a little turtleneck, and pigtails, and off they went to the country.

The day was beautiful, as was the drive through the valley to the Bordains' ranch. Anne and Haley sat together in the backseat of the radio car, behind the cage like a couple of common criminals.

Haley looked out the windows. "This is the way to my house," she said. "Do you think if we went to my house my mommy would be there?"

"No, sweetheart. Your mommy is an angel in heaven, remember? Do you think your kitties will be excited to see you?"

She nodded and played with the stuffed cat Milo Bordain had given her, practicing her meowing.

When they pulled into the Bordain yard and parked, Haley couldn't get out of the car fast enough. Milo stood waiting for them, dressed in riding breeches and a hacking jacket, every hair perfectly in place.

Haley ran toward her. "Where's my kitties? Where's my kitties?"

"How about a h.e.l.lo for your auntie Milo first," Anne said.

"h.e.l.loauntiemilo, where's my kitties?"

Milo Bordain smiled one of her very practiced committee-chairwoman smiles. "Anne, I'm so glad you decided to bring Haley. I've missed her so much!" She bent over, trying to get Haley's attention. "I've missed you so much, Miss Haley!"

Haley scowled. "Where's my kitties!!"

"Haley," Anne warned. "No bad att.i.tude or we go home."

"The cats are in the barn," Bordain said, defusing the moment by leading the way.

Tucked back against the hills, the ranch was like something from a magazine. Every inch of it was landscaped for effect with old climbing roses and white potato vines and purple morning glories dripping from fences and arbors. Pepper trees and huge spreading oaks studded the property. Flower beds full of pansies edged the paths and outbuildings. Beautiful gray horses with long flowing manes and tails grazed in green paddocks. Colorful chickens hunted and pecked, scattered around the setting like the perfect farmyard accessories.

"This is absolutely beautiful," Anne said.

"Thank you. It's been a lot of work, but I enjoy it," Bordain said. "We were city people for so many years, but we love it here. Oak Knoll is a wonderful town. We both enjoy being involved with the college and the various civic groups. Bruce enjoys playing the gentleman rancher on the weekends."

"Is Mr. Bordain here very often?" Anne asked, trying to fill in the blanks of Marissa Fordham's life. If Milo was here on her own most of the time, it made sense that she had more or less adopted a second family in Marissa and Haley.

Milo Bordain forced a little laugh. "He's a very busy man. He's expanding his parking lot kingdom to Las Vegas now. He's there today."

She was a lonely woman, Anne thought. And now her son was coming under the scrutiny of detectives in the death of her surrogate daughter. The tension was showing in her manner and in the fine lines across her forehead and around her mouth. She was probably feeling threatened. Marissa had been taken away from her, now her son ... She would want more than ever to maintain her connection to Haley.

Haley ran ahead of them into the barn.

"She's struggling a little bit with the memories that are coming back to her," Anne said. "That's manifesting in some difficult behavior."

"She's remembering more?"

"Yes. At first she was very vague. Now she's starting to talk in more detail about what happened."

"Really? But she hasn't named the killer."

"No."

"Well, I wish she would so the detectives would stop trying to blame my son. It's ridiculous to think Darren would want to harm Marissa. It's absolutely ludicrous," she insisted, anger rising. "I have to say I'm very disappointed in Cal Dixon."

Haley came racing out of the barn. "Mommy Anne! Hurry up! Come and see my kitties!!"

Thankful for the interruption, Anne picked up her pace, reaching out her hand. Haley grabbed hold and tugged at her, dragging her toward the barn and the promise of kitties.

95.

Gina was awake and alert when Vince got to the hospital. Though she still looked worse for wear, there was some color in her face, and her eyes were clearer.

"I hear they're moving you to a regular room today," Vince said. "That's a big improvement. We thought we'd lost you, young lady."

"I guess I'm tougher than I look," she said, but she didn't sound strong. She still sounded weak and fragile, and Vince knew what energy she had would be quickly spent.

"I think you're probably tougher than you ever imagined," he said. "That's good to know, huh?"

"But I wish I hadn't had to find out," she confessed. "Did you arrest Mark?"