The Wages of Sin
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“Did Ivy talk about it yet? Does she understand what happened?”
“More than you can believe. She knew they were watching her. Because she had a general idea of what her mother and Larry were involved in: that they worked for Smokey in the drug trade, as well as the food business. And Nell was the cook. Barbeque and meth.”
“Poor baby. Poor baby girl.”
Elsie nodded. “If that kid gets half a chance, I think she’s gonna overcome all this shit. That girl is incredible. She has, what’s the word? An indomitable spirit. Like the unsinkable Molly Brown. You know?” She picked up the safety pin on her desk. “If I’m going to wear this suit again, I have got to get a bigger pin.”
“Maybe you need a new suit.”
Elsie pulled a face. “Not in the budget, Bree.”
Bree donned her maternal face. “If you didn’t blow all your spare cash at the Baldknobbers, you could save a buck.”
Elsie nodded in agreement, frowning. “I think I’ll give up drinking.”
Bree’s brow lifted in surprise. “Really.”
Elsie scoffed. “No, not really.” She paused, then said, “Maybe I’ll give up gin.”
Bree shifted in her chair. “Well, shit.” She hesitated, then rose and walked over to Elsie’s refrigerator. “Wish I’d known. I got you a present. Kind of a ‘let’s make up’ thing.”
When Bree opened the refrigerator door, Elsie saw four miniature green bottles of Tanqueray and two small bottles of Schweppes tonic water.
She cocked her head, taking in the sight. “I changed my mind,” Elsie said. “You got cups?”
Breeon couldn’t hide a knowing grin as she pulled two Styrofoam cups from her purse.
“You stole those from the coffee shop.”
“I didn’t steal. He gave them to me.”
“Well, all right, then. That’s not diet tonic water, is it? I hate diet tonic water.”
“I know what you like, hon.”
Bree made the cocktails with brisk efficiency, and the women tipped them together to toast.
“Aaaahh,” Elsie said with an appreciative moan. She picked up the bottle and spoke to the label pasted onto the green glass. “I’ll never leave you again.”
Breeon took a meditative sip. “I’ve been doing some thinking. You know, girl, we don’t have to agree on everything.” She gazed at Elsie with regret. “I shouldn’t have turfed you over the death penalty. Our friendship is important. To me, anyway.”
Elsie chugged her Styrofoam cup and unscrewed the green bottle to pour another. In a low voice, she said, “Here’s a dirty little secret. When I read that text and heard the jury gave Larry Paul life imprisonment, it was like a boulder rolled off my back.”
Breeon nodded.
Elsie gave a humorless laugh. “Maybe I can sleep through the night now. You know, Bree, it’s one thing to think philosophically, or hypothetically, that a man should die for his sins. But being a person who personally bears responsibility for his execution . . .” Her voice trailed off.
“I get it. Believe me.” Breeon poured another dose of gin into her cup. Lowering her voice with mock seriousness, she said, “I suppose you know we’re violating state law by drinking spirits in the courthouse?”
“Aw, chill your tits.”
Breeon squawked in reply; and they laughed together.
Elsie rose from her chair. “I probably ought to lock us in here. You never know who’ll be nosing around.”
As if conjured by the suggestion, Madeleine appeared in the open doorway. Elsie froze, cup in hand. Madeleine looked at the desk, now littered with bottles bearing labels of Tanqueray and Schweppes.
She and Elsie locked eyes. Madeleine’s appearance was still bandbox fresh: her bobbed hair smooth, makeup pristine, clothes unrumpled.
Elsie waited for the hammer to fall. And not just for drinking in the courthouse. Elsie had run out on the trial, in which she represented the State; she missed the verdict. Waiting for the volcano to erupt, she held her breath.
After a protracted pause, Madeleine let out a long sigh. “I’ll see you ladies tomorrow. Have a nice evening.” And she pulled the door shut with a click.
Elsie listened to Madeleine’s footsteps as they retreated down the hallway. Turning to Bree, she widened her eyes in amazement.
Breeon smiled. “The times are a-changing.” Lifting her cup, she said, “Here’s to you, kid.”
Elsie tapped her white cup against Bree’s, splashing the liquid onto Bree’s pants. “Here’s to us, girlfriend.”
Acknowledgments
Bringing The Wages of Sin to the page was a joy, and I had fantastic help along the way. Many thanks to the team at HarperCollins/Witness Impulse: Dan Mallory, Nicole Fischer, Shawn Nicholls, Maria Silva, and Nancy Fischer. And words can’t express my high regard for Trish Daly, who helped bring Elsie to readers and edited my first three books.
I’m beyond fortunate to be represented by Jill Marr of the Sandra Dijkstra Literary Agency. Thanks, too, to Andrea Cavallaro of SDLA and Kevin Cleary of Pooka Entertainment for their help this year.
Closer to home, I am most grateful to John Appelquist and Susan Appelquist, for legal expertise; to Dr. Manuel Salinas, for providing answers to medical questions; To Brandi Bartel of The Victim Center, for sharing her wealth of knowledge; to Detective David Asher, for his excellent assistance; and to Daphne Meine, for serving as my editorial assistant and making sense of my hand-scrawled manuscript.
As always, love that Missouri State U; thanks to Dean Bryant and to my friend Kim Callahan for their support. To my LAW students and my advisees in Alpha Kappa Psi, who make it a pleasure to come into Glass Hall: I heart you all. To Lance Rycraft, for his help in the launch of Book 2: many thanks!
The best for last: to my wonderful husband Randy and my marvelous children, Ben and Martha: I thank you; I love you; you’re the light of my life.
About the Author
Nancy Allen practiced law for 15 years, serving as Assistant Missouri Attorney General and as Assistant Prosecutor in her native Ozarks (the second woman in southwest Missouri to serve in that capacity). During her years in prosecution, she tried over 30 jury trials, including murder and sexual offenses, and is now a law professor at Missouri State University. The Wages of Sin is her third novel.
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