“Jude, we can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done tonight for the symphony,” Graham Scott, San Antonio’s mayor, said. “They’ve been struggling to survive for a long while.”
“I’m pleased to see such a strong turnout,” Jude replied. “With the proceeds from tonight’s tickets as well as the merchandise donated for the silent auctions, the symphony should have enough money to cover their operating costs for the coming year.”
“When we first discussed this benefit,” Glenn Kingston, one of the businessmen in the group, said, “we knew we’d have to deduct the cost of the event from ticket sales. Because of your generosity, all the money raised will be available for operating costs. We owe you a great debt of appreciation, Crenshaw.”
Jude grinned. “Don’t worry. I can afford it.”
The other three men laughed at his matter-of-fact statement. Of course he could afford it. He was a Crenshaw of Texas, after all.
Since arriving in San Antonio, he’d diligently built up his image as a rich and rather indolent playboy. He’d made the rounds of art shows, museum functions and symphony performances. He’d made certain that he was seen with a beautiful woman, always a different one, at each of the functions, which quite often put his face in the society section of the paper.
His reputation was now in full swing. Not one of these men had much respect for his lifestyle. Oh, they played the political game. Each man knew that he didn’t want to get crossways with a Crenshaw, even if this particular one didn’t have much ambition. So he was received everywhere, including the country club where he played golf with several members.
Now it was time to make his move.
Jude continued to watch Carina as she moved toward her assigned table. He noticed that a couple already seated were waiting there for her, and he recognized her parents. He waited for a lull in the conversation around him before he casually asked the group, “Who’s the dark-haired woman in the red dress?” He nodded toward Carina.
Clint Jackson, a city councilman, answered. “Her name is Carina Patterson. She’s the only daughter of Christopher Patterson. Chris and his wife, Connie, rarely attend social events. I’m pleased to see them here.”
Jude pretended to think for a moment. “The name means nothing to me. Who is he?”
“Before his stroke a couple of years ago, he was quite active in the community. He imports merchandise from around the world, such as antique furniture, rugs, marble figurines, that sort of thing. Because of his health, he turned the business over to his sons, Alfred and Ben.”
Jude deliberately focused on the three people sitting across the room before he turned to the group and said, “Carina looks like her mother. They have an exotic look about them.”
Clint responded by saying, “Connie Patterson comes from a wealthy family in Mexico City. I understand that Chris took one look at her and fell in love.”
“I can understand why,” Jude responded with a grin. “She looks more like Carina’s sister than her mother. Carina is truly stunning. Do you know if she’s seeing someone?”
“I don’t think so,” Clint said. “Just in case you’re thinking of making a move in that direction, here’s a friendly warning, okay? Al and Ben, who are several years older than Carina, are highly protective of her. They wouldn’t take kindly to someone hurting their sister in any way.”
“You don’t think I meet their standards?” Jude asked with amusement.
“I didn’t say that,” Clint said with a chuckle. “You’re a Crenshaw, after all. However, you do have a reputation around town of playing the field. Let’s face it, Jude, you’re a great catch for any woman and they tend to throw themselves at you.” He grinned. “My wife thinks you’ve got movie-star looks as well as charisma. I have to take her word for it since you’re just not my type.”
Jude laughed. “That’s good to know.”
“The thing is, if Al or Ben thought you were leading Carina on, there’d be hell to pay.”
“Duly noted. Now would you introduce me to them?”
“Sure.” As they walked across the room, Clint added, “I can see that you don’t scare off very easily.”
“I don’t scare off at all.”
Several people stopped them along the way, thanking Jude for his generous contribution to the symphony. He smiled, shook hands with them and thanked them for coming. When they finally reached the Patterson table, Jude saw that Carina’s brothers and their wives had joined the group.
Clint said, “Good evening, Chris,” and offered his hand to the older man. “I’m so pleased to see you here.”
Patterson lifted his left hand and clasped Clint’s hand. “Wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” he said gruffly.
“I’d like you to meet Jude Crenshaw. I understand he twisted a few arms for donations to the silent auction in order to make certain tonight was a success.” He turned to Jude. “Jude, it gives me great pleasure to introduce Christopher Patterson, his lovely wife, Connie, his daughter, Carina, his son, Alfred, and Al’s wife, Marisa, and his son, Ben, and Ben’s wife, Sara.”
Here was a stroke of luck Jude hadn’t expected. Meeting the entire family was well worth the money and time he’d spent on tonight’s benefit. In addition, his contribution was truly for a good cause.
“I’m pleased to meet each one of you,” he said, shaking hands.
Carina looked up at him. “Thank you for tonight,” she said in a husky voice.
“You’re quite welcome, Ms. Patterson.” Their eyes met and he winked at her. She looked a little startled at first and then grinned at him.
So far, so good.
From the corner of his eye, he caught Al watching them closely. Without appearing to notice, Jude turned away. He and Clint returned to the bar, refreshed their drinks, and went to the head table.
Dinner was first-class and the speeches were mercifully short, for which Jude was thankful.
The orchestra changed from playing quiet dinner music to show tunes to encourage dancing. Jude excused himself from his table and crossed the room to the Pattersons. The only ones there were Mr. and Mrs. Patterson.
“Mr. Patterson, may I have your permission to ask your wife to dance? I promise not to run off with her afterwards, although I’ll admit the idea is tempting.”
Patterson chuckled. “Of course you can. Just remember that I saw her first.”
Jude turned to Connie Patterson and saw that she was blushing. “May I have this dance?”
She nodded, and Jude held out his hand. She took it and gracefully rose from the table. Once on the dance floor she said, “You helped make tonight a success, Mr. Crenshaw. We all are quite grateful.” He heard a slight accent in her voice.
He smiled in acknowledgement and said, “Please, call me Jude.”
“If you’ll call me Connie.”
“Thank you. You’re a very good dancer, by the way.”
Her smile held a hint of sadness. “Chris and I used to dance a great deal before his stroke. I know he misses dancing as much as I do. You were kind to offer.”
“Believe me, it’s my pleasure.” The orchestra segued into another song with a similar beat. “Will your husband be all right on his own a little longer?”
She glanced toward the table and smiled. “He’s not alone. Carina has returned to the table.”
They finished the dance and walked back to where Carina and her father sat watching them.
Patterson was the first to speak. “You look wonderful out there, dear,” he said to Connie. “Please enjoy this opportunity and don’t worry about me.”
She sank into the chair beside him. “I’m too out of breath to dance any more at the moment.” She smiled at Jude. “Thank you again.”
“You’re quite welcome.” He turned his gaze to Carina. “Ms. Patterson, may I have this dance with you?”
She glanced at her mother’s radiant face and said, “Yes.”
Once she stood he took her hand, led her to the dance floor and took her
in his arms. She was smaller than her mother. Her head barely came to his shoulder. She was delicately boned and she reminded him of a Dresden figurine—fragile and exquisite.
“It was kind of you to ask my mother to dance. She doesn’t get out very much.”
“She mentioned that she and your father used to love to dance.”
She nodded, her eyes glistening. “Yes. They were something to watch—so graceful and talented. They moved as one. I know they both must miss it terribly.”
After a moment, he asked, “When did he have his stroke?”
“Two years ago. He’d always been so active and healthy that none of us were prepared for his sudden illness. There were a few days when we weren’t certain he would pull through, but he has a very strong will. He’s done everything he could to keep his body as toned as possible.”
In his most casual tone, Jude said, “I understand he has a thriving business in imports.”
“My brothers are in charge now. They keep him informed about the business, which has actually grown under their management.”
“He must be relieved to be able to depend on them.”
“He never talks about his infirmity. He’s very matter of fact about being in his motorized wheelchair.” She glanced over at her table. “We’re all very proud of him.”
“How about you? Do you get out very often?”
She smiled ruefully. “Not really, no.”
“Would you make an exception for me?”
She looked at him in surprise. “You’re asking me out?”
“Yes, I am. Like every man here, I noticed you as soon as you walked in tonight. I’ll admit I coaxed Clint into introducing you and your family to me. I’d really like to see you again.”
The song ended and another one began. He continued to dance and she made no comment about wanting to return to her table.
“What did you have in mind?” she finally asked.
He burst into laughter. “Now there’s a loaded question if I ever heard one. My intentions are quite innocent, I assure you. I thought we could have dinner some evening, perhaps next Saturday, if you’re available.”
She seemed to relax a little. “That sounds innocuous enough.”
“I swear on my Boy Scout honor that you will be safe with me.”
He led her into a couple of turns, which she followed like a pro.
“You dance very well,” she said with a smile.
“Thanks. My mom would be proud to hear you say that. I wasn’t one of her best pupils, but I manage to get by.”
She tilted her head slightly and asked, “Are you a musician, by any chance? You have a natural rhythm, like most musicians.”
He laughed. “’Fraid not. The only instrument I play is the radio.”
She groaned. “And yet you support the arts,” she pointed out.
“I’m not a priest, and yet I support the church.”
She laughed, a glissando of musical sound he found delightful. “Good point.”
The music stopped and the orchestra took a break. Jude took the opportunity to say, “Why don’t you give me your phone number? I’ll call you later in the week.”
She reached into the minuscule purse that hung from the tie at her waist. “Here’s my card. That has my home phone and cell phone, as well. I spend my Saturdays with my parents, so you’ll need to pick me up at their place.”
“I can do that.” As he helped her into her seat, he leaned near her ear and said, “I’m looking forward to seeing you again.” He straightened and spoke to Chris and Connie. “I’m very pleased to have met each of you. I hope to see you again.”
They responded in a friendly manner and he walked away.
By the time the evening ended, Jude was more than ready to go home.
He spoke to several people on his way to his sports car. Once he negotiated San Antonio’s downtown streets, he reached the highway and headed north. The house the agency had rented was located in the hills north of the city, and had a scenic view of the Hill Country.
He could reach the family ranch in a couple of hours, although he hadn’t been to see them very often. They knew he was working an undercover assignment and gave him the space he needed. He missed them, though. He’d have to get up there soon.
Jude turned off the highway and followed the snakelike road up through the hills until he reached the summit. The house was surrounded by a thick, stucco six-foot wall. Once there, Jude keyed in the security numbers for the day and waited until the gate opened, then followed the curving driveway up to the house and parked in the three-car garage. He noted the other cars were there. The agents were probably asleep by now. He knew he was more than ready to hit the sack.
Once inside, he went to the den where a large screen projected the various scenes shown by hidden cameras located throughout the property. Their team had several computers at work in the room…one collecting data, another running probabilities and another waiting instructions.
Jude picked up the phone and tapped in a series of numbers. His call was answered on the first ring. Without waiting for a voice, Jude said, “I made contact tonight. Looks like we’re in.”
Three
Jude opened the file containing information on the Patterson family. The files were so detailed that he probably knew more about them than they knew about each other.
He knew that forty-two-year-old Alfredo de la Cruz Patterson kept a mistress in Houston and paid for her penthouse condominium.
He knew that Benito spent much of his time out of the country, ostensibly selling and buying merchandise. Jude needed to find out exactly what he was buying and from whom.
He hoped the brothers were the only ones involved in the smuggling activities and that the rest of the family wasn’t aware of what they were doing. It would be a shame to arrest Christopher Patterson for aiding and abetting as well as obstructing justice.
Jude stood and stretched. He turned off the light and went upstairs to bed, feeling good about what he’d accomplished so far. He’d finally made contact and Carina had accepted his invitation to go out with him.
The following Thursday morning Carina met her sister-in-law Marisa for coffee at one of their favorite bakeries.
“Thanks for calling me to meet you this morning,” Marisa said. “I need someone I trust that I can talk to.”
“Trouble with Al?” Carina asked, sipping her coffee.
“It seems that’s all we have anymore. I’m thinking about divorcing him.”
Carina reached out and placed her hand over Marisa’s hand. “It’s gotten that bad, has it?”
“He’s been ignoring me for the last several months, which is upsetting enough, but now he’s ignoring the children, as well. It breaks my heart to see them wanting his attention while he brushes them off.”
Six-year-old Chris was the first grandchild and had been named for his grandfather. His sister, Tina Maria, was a precocious four-year-old. Carina loved them, as she loved Ben and Sara’s daughter, Beth. She knew they were each a handful and needed both parents.
“I think there’s another woman,” Marisa said in a low voice.
“Oh, surely not,” Carina replied. “What makes you think such a thing?”
“He’s been going on what he insists are ‘buying trips,’ which is something he’s always left to Benito before. Sara says that as far as she knows, Bennie does most of the buying for the company. I’ve been thinking about hiring an investigator.”
“Be careful,” Carina said. “Alfredo has a temper. I wouldn’t want him to hurt you in any way.”
“I told him last night that I wanted a divorce and he just laughed and asked if I was trying to get a higher allowance for household expenses. He refuses to take me seriously.”
“But what would you do if you found out there was someone else?”
Marisa sighed. “Accept that I really don’t have much of a marriage and that the kids and I need to go somewhere else. My mother keeps wanting me to go visit her in Dallas
for a while and I’m thinking seriously of doing just that.”
“I want to see you and the kids happy, Marisa. I feel bad that I’m the one who introduced you to him.”
Marisa smiled, her first smile since they’d met that morning. “Hey, you didn’t force me to marry him, you know. I made that decision all on my own.” She took a bite out of her pastry. “I’m sorry to dump all this on you just because you’re my friend. You’re also Alfredo’s sister. I don’t want you caught in the middle here.”
“Don’t be silly. You and I have been friends since high school. Nothing’s going to change that, not even a divorce.”
“Don’t say anything to the folks until I make a decision. I think getting away is just what I need to give myself some time to think about things. I’m glad school’s out for the summer. It may be that I’ll start Chris in school in Dallas for next year.”
“You do what you need to do, Marisa. Just remember, I’m here for you.” Carina looked away for a moment before she said, “Neither of us did too well in the men department, did we?”
“At least you knew Dan loved you.”
“Of course he did. That’s why he had a woman with him the night he was killed. I was such a fool to think he was in love with me and not the Patterson name. Al wouldn’t have hired him if I hadn’t been engaged to Dan and you know it.”
“I guess you’re right. All men are slimeballs and we’re both better off without them,” Marisa said politely with no expression on her face.
Carina laughed and Marisa joined in. After they polished off their pastries and got more coffee, Carina said, “This probably isn’t a great time to mention it, but I have a date with Jude Crenshaw Saturday evening.”
Marisa stared at her, her cup of coffee halfway to her mouth. She set the mug back on the table.
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