by Zoe Sharp
“We’re leaving,” I said sharply to Simone. She had just finished rolling a snowball the size of a watermelon for the snowman’s head and was halfway through lifting it onto the larger sphere of his body. She gave me a startled look but must have caught enough of what was in my face to quell any arguments she’d been about to make. She dropped the snowman’s head, which broke in two on the frozen earth. I thrust Ella into her arms and hurried the pair of them back towards Beacon Hill, which ran along the north side of the Common.
“What?” Simone demanded, breathless, as I hustled her along. “What is it?”
“Just keep moving,” I muttered, resisting the urge to glance round until we reached the edge of the park and scrambled up the steps by the Shaw Memorial. Tweed—Aquarium man—was still fifty meters behind us but closing in a leisurely kind of way Like he knew we didn’t have to hurry because he knew we had nowhere to go.
But luck was on our side for once. A lone cab was cruising towards us up the hill with its “for hire” light on. I stepped off the curb and stuck my arm out, abandoning my usual reluctance for transport I didn’t know. The driver swerved slightly towards me and pulled up right alongside, so all I had to do was lower my arm and my fingertips touched the rear handle. I yanked the door open and piled a baffled Simone and Ella inside, climbing in after them and slamming the door behind me.
I gave the driver the address of the hotel and he set off with commendable haste, setting up a wallow in the suspension like an ocean liner.
I looked back through the rear window as we made the first corner by the gold-domed State House building, to find Aquarium man standing by the curb, staring after us. I couldn’t see his face clearly, but it wasn’t difficult to read his body language, even at that distance, and I know anger when I see it.
It took Simone just about until we were back at Rowe’s Wharf before she’d got Ella quietened down enough to turn her attention to me. I greeted Simone’s shocked questions with a meaningful nod towards the back of the cabdriver’s head. For a moment Simone seemed set to protest, but then she looked away, concentrating on distracting Ella instead, and we didn’t speak at all until we were back at the hotel.
But as soon as we’d paid off the cab and headed for the hotel entrance, she grabbed my arm.
“What the hell was all that about, Charlie?” she demanded, keeping her voice low. I don’t know why. She was holding Ella balanced on her hip. The little girl was watching the pair of us intently and looked like she was picking up on every nuance.
“Remember the guy from the Aquarium?” I said. “Well he turned up again at the park, heading right for us. I don’t know if you believe in coincidence, Simone, but I — “
“The guy from the Aquarium,” she repeated flatly, and I didn’t like the dull flush that crept up her cheeks any more than I liked the glitter in her eyes. ‘And that’s what you were panicking about, was it?”
“I did not panic, Simone,” I said, struggling against a rising temper. “I got the pair of you away from what I considered was a possible source of danger. That’s my job.”
“I don’t suppose it occurred to you to tell me what you were up to before you hustled us away from there, huh?”
I stopped and turned round. We were halfway across the lobby, which was almost deserted. Just a gray-haired guy with a short beard talking to the concierge and a middle-aged couple sitting reading guidebooks at the far side. I moved in, getting right in Simone’s face and not caring about the way she flinched back from me.
“I can’t run this as a democracy,” I said through gritted teeth. “If I feel there’s a threat, I can’t stand around and ask your opinion on it. I have to use my judgment and act.”
“Uh-huh,” Simone said, ominous. “And I also don’t suppose it occurred to you that I might have wanted to see that guy again. That he just might have been interested enough in me to have given me his phone number and I just might have given him a call… ?”
“You did what?” I said, and even though I spoke hardly louder than a whisper I heard the cold anger and the disbelief in my own voice. “No,” I said blankly “You couldn’t have been so stupid.”
Simone flushed fully then and opened her mouth to snap back at me when I suddenly realized by the shift in Ella’s gaze that someone was approaching us across the lobby’s polished floor.
The gray-haired man who’d been talking to the concierge stopped a few meters away and looked uncertainly from one of us to the other. He was in his late fifties, the neatly trimmed beard giving him a distinguished air. He wore a good coat and expensive shoes. His eyes were darting from one of us to the other, as though waiting for his opportunity to break in without getting clawed.
“Pardon me,” he said politely to Simone, “but you are Simone, er, Kerse, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Simone said immediately, shooting me a defiant glare. “Yes, I am!”
‘Ah,” the man said. He smiled, a little uncertain at the vehemence of her response. “Well, in that case … I understand you’ve been looking for me. I believe I’m your father.”
Eight
You OK back there, Charlie?” Greg Lucas asked. “Comfortable? Warm enough? Shout out if Ella needs to stop to go to the bathroom or anything.”
“We’re fine at the moment, thanks,” I said. It took an effort to keep my voice pleasant. I didn’t think Lucas was being deliberately patronizing, but Simone had presented me more as the hired help than anything else and, so far, I hadn’t found a reason other than pride to contradict the opinion he’d formed. Now, his eyes flicked to meet mine in the rearview mirror and I saw the crow’s-feet at the sides of them crinkle as he smiled at me. I couldn’t see the rest of his face but so far he’d behaved without apparent guile, however hard I’d looked for signs of treachery.
We were in a new-model Range Rover Vogue SE, barreling north out of Massachusetts and into New Hampshire on Interstate 95. Simone up front with Lucas, and me and Ella in the rear seats. Our luggage — including the giant bear with the scowl—was piled up behind us.
It was the day after Greg Lucas had introduced himself to Simone in the lobby of the Boston Harbor Hotel, and, to my mind at least, it was much too soon to be going anywhere with him. Convincing Simone of that, however, had caused major ructions.
From the outset, she hadn’t liked the fact that I’d headed her off from inviting Lucas up to the suite to talk but had instead suggested more neutral territory in the restaurant. He’d momentarily looked a little surprised at my cool reception, but had agreed equably enough. We’d left him to secure us a table in the Intrigue Cafe while I took Simone back upstairs, ostensibly to drop off our coats and change Ella out of her boots, but mainly so I could get her on her own long enough to advise caution.
Not exactly what Simone wanted to hear.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Charlie!” she snapped, and there was a glitter in her eye I didn’t quite like. She was almost feverish with a kind of scared excitement. “Why would he pretend to be my father if he isn’t?”
I could think of over 13,400,000 good reasons, but didn’t voice them. Maybe Simone had realized that as she’d spoken, because she sighed without waiting for an answer and said, “OK, I’ll be careful, but you don’t know how long I’ve waited and wished for this.”
“I know,” I said, gently, “but that’s exactly why you shouldn’t rush into anything now It’s been twenty-five years since you last saw him. You admitted yourself that you couldn’t remember much about him, and he wouldn’t have had that beard while he was in the army. So, he must expect that you’re going to ask questions, that you’re going to be suspicious. Anybody would be. And that’s quite apart from telling him about your win. I certainly would not mention anything about that for a while—at least until you’re sure.”
She was quiet for a moment, then nodded.
“OK, Charlie,” she said, more subdued now but with a stubborn set to her jaw. “But he doesn’t exactly look as though he’s living out
of soup kitchens, does he? And this is what we’re here for, isn’t it? So I could find and meet with him? And now I have found him—or might have,” she allowed when I opened my mouth to interrupt. “Look, either I get to know him a little and find out for sure, or we may as well go home now.”
I shrugged. “OK, Simone,” I said. “Just be careful, all right?”
She smiled, too fast, too bright. “I am being careful,” she said. “I have you with me, don’t I?”
Back down in the dining room, Lucas rose as we approached the table he’d selected near the fireplace at the far end, reminding me of the old-fashioned manners of Harrington, the banker. Lucas had shed his coat and was wearing a polo-necked sweater in some fine-knit wool that could well have been cashmere. He was quite slim apart from a barrel chest that enabled him to carry off a little excess weight around the center of an upright frame, and he looked confident and successful.
Simone hesitated when she reached him, as though not sure whether to kiss his cheek or shake hands. Lucas took over, putting both hands on her upper arms and leaning back slightly, head on one side as though he was surveying a work of art.
“So, it’s really my little princess, all grown up,” he murmured with a smile. His accent was a strange mixture of American inflection laid over something British and regional. Possibly Liverpudlian, but with all the rough corners knocked off it like a rounded pebble on a beach.
Simone’s answering smile was a little tremulous, her eyes bright with unshed tears. For a moment her throat was too constricted to speak, and Lucas just gave her arms a reassuring squeeze before turning to me.
“And who’s this?” he asked, friendly, casual.
“I’m Charlie Fox,” I said, holding out my hand to avoid the arm squeezing. “I’m here to look after—”
“Ella,” Simone supplied quickly. “Charlie’s here to look after Ella, my daughter.”
His check was so slight as to be almost imagined, but there was a certain reserve when he nodded to me that disappeared as he crouched to Ella’s eye level.
“Hello, Ella,” he said softly. “You know, you’re the spitting image of your mother when she was a little girl. She was beautiful, too.”
Watching his face as he regarded Ella, I was more inclined to trust him then than at any point previously Either that or he should have been working in Hollywood, because the way his expression softened was utterly convincing. Ella suddenly went all bashful, ducking her face under her curls and sidling behind my leg. He grinned at her, a flash of a younger, almost roguish smile, and straightened.
The waiter ushered us into seats and took our drink order before departing. There was a short awkward silence before both Simone and Lucas launched in at once.
“So, how long have you—?”
“How did you-?”
They both stopped, smiled, and both tried to say, “You first,” at the same time, ending up laughing together a little too hard. Simone shot me a hard little look that clearly said, How can you have any doubts about this man when we’re so clearly in tune?
“Ladies first—I insist,” Lucas said, linking his hands together, fingers relaxed, on the tablecloth.
“I was just going to ask how you found me.”
He looked surprised. “But surely you found me” he said, frowning. “That guy you hired—Barry O’Halloran. He came to visit me about a week or so ago, telling me my daughter wanted to make contact.” He said the word “daughter” with a certain wonder, as if he thought he’d lost the knack and had suddenly discovered it again. “Well, that came as quite a shock after all this time, let me tell you, but I told him, sure, why not?”
It was my turn for surprise. “You agreed?”
“Sure,” he said again, with a shrug. “I got no reason not to. She was a terrific kid.” He smiled at Simone again, rueful. “It wasn’t her fault that things didn’t work out between her mother and me. And, well, I’ve changed a lot since those days.”
At the soft sincerity in his voice Simone went a little pink, suddenly fussing with the collar of Ella’s dress. It was left to me to ask, “So, how did you find us here?”
“Well, Barry said he was going to call Simone as soon as he got back to the office and she’d probably fly right over. Then he left and I waited to hear.”
“When was this?”
He raised his eyes, remembering. “Oh, a week or ten days ago, I guess.”
‘A week or ten days,” I repeated blandly.
“That’s not long, Charlie,” Simone said, defensive, even though she’d been the one in the all-fired hurry.
Lucas nodded and smiled at her. “Well, I’ve been kind of busy lately, I admit, but yesterday I started to wonder what had happened and I tried to call Barry, and that’s when I found out about his accident.” He broke off and shook his head. “Poor guy, ending up in a river like that, huh? The winters can be brutal out here. Not like England. You gotta be prepared for the weather.”
“How?” I said.
“Excuse me?”
Simone stabbed me with a meaningful look and I moderated my tone with a smile. “Sorry. I meant how did you find out about the accident?”
“Oh, one of the local cops happened to stop by and I guess he must have mentioned something—or I brought it up—and that’s when I thought I’d better do some checking, just in case you’d flown right over, like Barry said, and were sitting here waiting for me to call.”
Even I had to admit that he had a disarming quality about him, but, I reminded myself, all the best con men do. Besides, that didn’t explain how he’d tracked us down so quickly.
“So how,” I began, ignoring Simone’s furious glance, “did you know we were staying here —at this hotel?”
“Process of elimination,” he said, the first hairline fractures beginning to appear in his cheerful demeanor now “I couldn’t leave my little girl waiting for me, could I? I started calling the hotels.”
My eyebrows went up. “All of them?”
He nodded. “I started at the top, which was lucky, because this is one of the best in town. As soon as I found out Simone was here, I hightailed it down.”
“But-”
“That’s enough, Charlie,” Simone said, her voice quiet but no less commanding for all that. “Poor…” Her voice tailed off and I realized that despite her earlier confidence, she was struggling to find the right word to use.
Greg Lucas treated her to his brightest, warmest smile. “Just call me Greg,” he said gently. “For the moment, anyways. Let’s take this one step at a time, honey, hm? I know how hard this is for you and I know I haven’t been much of a father to you,” he went on, reaching out and covering Simone’s hand on the tabletop with his own. Ella, I noticed, couldn’t take her eyes off the gesture. “But now we have a second shot at it, and I’ll do anything I can to make it work.”
Simone nodded, her lips pressed together for a moment. Next thing, she’d jumped up out of her chair and hugged him, fiercely. I heard her muffled voice saying, “I’ve missed you, Daddy. I’ve missed you.”
After only a moment’s hesitation, Lucas’s arms went round her shoulders and his hands drew soothing circles on her back. “I know, honey,” he said softly, but his face, visible over Simone’s embrace, was curiously stiff and cold. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed you, too.”
The following day, riding north into a sky heavy with the promise of more snow, I had to admit that Greg Lucas wasn’t behaving like a man who was after Simone’s money—if he knew anything about it. The Range Rover we were riding in was the latest model and so new it hadn’t had time to lose the smell of fresh leather inside. Besides, Range Rovers were expensive enough in the UK, but over here they carried even more cachet. And despite the fact that we were staying in a fancy hotel, Simone still didn’t look or dress or talk like she had money
She’d admitted to Lucas that she was an engineer by training and told him about her split-up with Matt. She carefully blamed Matt’s wandering ey
e for their estrangement and made it sound like he was little more than a distant memory Ella nearly dropped her in it at that point by saying, loudly, “But Mummy, you and Daddy were arguing about the money, too, weren’t you?”
Simone had flushed pink right to the roots of her hair and come up with a hasty excuse that Matt earned less than she did and it had caused some friction.
Lucas had swung his eyes towards me and said, “Well, you must be doing pretty well for yourself if you can afford full-time help for little Ella here.” Simone heard only the paternal pride in his voice, but I heard the trace of suspicion underlying it, and I’m not sure which one of us was picking up the right vibes.
Still, I tried to keep an open mind about Simone’s father. He certainly made every effort to be amenable, taking us on his own guided tour of Boston and for an early evening meal at the Top of the Hub restaurant on the fifty-second floor of the Prudential Center, where we could enjoy a stunning view of the Boston skyline. But I still couldn’t shake the feeling that I didn’t quite trust him.
And when he invited the three of us to stay at his home in New Hampshire, Simone had accepted practically before the words were out of his mouth. Partly, I suspected, to stop me sticking my oar in. She waited until Lucas had gone to the restroom before she quietly tore into me for my intransigence.
“The whole idea of this trip was for me to find my father, and I did not go to all this time and trouble only for you to scare him off again!” she said in a savage whisper. “For God’s sake, Charlie, lighten up!”
‘All I’m trying to do is ensure your safety,” I said, trying to keep hold of my own temper.
“Well, that’s fine and dandy,” she said, glaring. “Just don’t stop me doing what I want to do or I’ll damned well go on my own.”
I’d called Neagley to see what her impression had been of Lucas, but got her answering service. I left a message asking her to call me urgently. I also rang Sean for advice, but he wasn’t helpful.