Читать книгу Lethal Justice - Fern Michaels - Страница 8

Alexis Thorne slipped out of bed and walked over to the window. She loved watching the sun creep over the horizon, loved that a new day was beginning. She was mindful that today was the first day of spring. Finally, finally, she was going to get the justice she deserved. Today, she was ready. She curled up on the window seat with its flowered pillows and hugged her knees to her chest. Excitement rippled through every inch of her.

Once before she’d been in this same emotional state but it hadn’t worked out, because back then she wasn’t ready to exact her revenge against the two people who had ruined her life and sent her to prison. Now, though, she was soooo ready to take them on! Her body just screamed with vengeance.

“Woof.”

Alexis untangled herself and rushed over to her beloved dog Grady, the dog she had thought she would never see again. But here he was and her life was better for it. “Want to go out, huh? Okay, but be quiet, everyone is still asleep.”

The golden retriever dipped his head and it looked as if he understood, which he probably did.

There was nothing fashionable about the flannel robe Alexis slipped into or the fuzzy, worn slippers. Once, a long time ago, before prison or BP, as she referred to that ugly time, she’d had fine things and a fine life. These days, thanks to Nikki Quinn, her attorney, she earned a living as a personal shopper for some of Washington’s elderly residents. It paid the rent, her car payment, and her living expenses. Somehow or other, she managed to save a few dollars each month. It was a far cry from the high salary she used to earn as a securities broker but she’d gotten used to a frugal lifestyle.

Alexis opened the kitchen door to let Grady romp the grounds of Pinewood. She was startled to see Charles Martin on the terrace, surrounded by clay pots of brilliant spring flowers and drinking a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, luv. Can I get you some coffee?” he asked.

“I’ll get it if you don’t mind me joining you. It looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day. I’ve always loved the first day of spring with its promise of warm breezes, gentle rains, and golden sunshine.” Alexis was back within seconds, a cup of coffee in her hands. She sat down on one of the terrace chairs. “A penny for your thoughts, Charles.”

“Right now, my dear, my thoughts aren’t worth a penny. My mind is clear. It’s rare that this happens so I’m trying to enjoy these few minutes.”

“How do you do it, Charles?” Alexis asked. “Keeping it all straight, staying on top of everything, even while you may be missing your homeland? I would never be able to do that. I obsess. I can’t move on and I can’t seem to do two things at one time. Sometimes I think I’m caught in a time warp.”

“Training. I can compartmentalize. Fifteen minute power naps. Protein. I love what I’m doing. It’s part of my life,” Charles replied.

“I envy you,” Alexis said. “When do you expect the others?”

“Myra said by noon. We’ll have lunch before we get down to work. Are you ready, luv?”

“I’m ready, Charles. I think I feel like Myra did when it was finally her turn to seek revenge against the man who killed her daughter. Like Myra, I thought this day would never get here. I am so grateful—we all are—that Myra formed the Sisterhood for all of us to do what the law failed to do for us. Sometimes, especially late at night, I have a hard time believing someone as good and kind as Myra would use her vast fortune to help all of us get our lives back. I don’t know what I’m trying to say here, Charles. Help me out.”

Charles smiled. “You’re grateful. Sometimes the law … doesn’t quite work. Myra wanted to pick up the pieces, to try and make things right for all of you. As you said, her vast fortune allows her to do this.” Charles looked down at his watch. “It’s time to start breakfast. I promised Myra I would make waffles this morning. Is there anything in particular that you would like, Alexis?”

Alexis sighed as she finished the last of her coffee. “Waffles sound delicious. I’m going to run upstairs to take a shower. This was nice,” she said, waving her arms about to indicate the early morning sunshine, the beginning of a new day, and their conversation. “The flowers are so beautiful. I didn’t see them when I got here last night.”

Charles laughed. “Myra will be so pleased to hear you say that. She and I worked all day in the greenhouses potting all those gorgeous flowers. She wanted the terrace to look beautiful as a welcome for all of you. Run along, dear. I’ll give Grady his breakfast.”

As Alexis ran up the back stairway, 63-year-old Myra Rutledge was descending the front staircase. Grady ran to greet her. Myra was always good for a brisk belly rub. She sat down on the stairs and obliged the golden retriever until Charles called that breakfast was ready. Grady ran ahead of her, his tail swishing in anticipation of a tidbit of bacon and maybe a bit of waffle in addition to the dog food he usually got.

Myra walked over to the stove where she kissed the love of her life soundly. So soundly, Charles groaned. “I missed you when I woke up. What time did you get up, dear?”

“A little after three. I had some work to do, calls to make around the globe. Would you like strawberries or blueberries with your waffles?”

“Blueberries and two slices of bacon. It smells wonderful, but then everything you cook tastes and smells wonderful. I thought I heard Alexis earlier. Has she been downstairs?”

“We had coffee on the terrace while Grady romped in the yard. Before you can ask, she said the flowers are beautiful. She also told me she’s ready for her mission. She is, Myra. Our girl won’t back away this time. She’s more confident these days and I do think Grady might have something to do with that newfound confidence.”

Myra found herself smiling as she watched the man she loved with all her heart. He hadn’t skipped a beat when she’d told him she wanted to form a little club to help certain women who fell through the cracks of the judicial system. Charles had jumped in with both feet, both arms swinging to help make it all happen. With her money and his expertise, they’d taken on the bad guys, as she thought of them, and got the justice the women deserved. These days, no one questioned Charles. If he said it could be done, then it could be done. It was that simple.

With the Queen of his homeland on his speed dial, who would dare question him? His personal Rolodex would be the envy of the White House if they knew it existed.

Myra beamed with happiness. “The best thing that ever happened to me was when your cover was blown and the Queen spirited you away to our shores. I cannot imagine what my life would have been without you beside me.”

Charles raised his eyebrows. “Are we feeling sentimental this morning, Myra?”

“A little. It is the first day of spring. I always expect wonderful things to happen on this day. I don’t know why that is. Do you know, Charles?”

Charles thought about the question. “Everything comes alive in the spring. The long cold winter goes back to sleep and the sun comes out. It’s just a beautiful time of year. Alexis was saying the same thing earlier. She’s equating this day with her mission. Do you want to get married, Myra?” Charles chuckled. “This is proposal number 4,756 if you’re counting.”

“I would love to marry you, Charles. One of these days. I don’t want you stewing and fretting about … you know … getting caught. I know husbands and wives cannot be forced to testify against each other. They can stick needles under my toenails and I would never mention your name nor the names of our girls to anyone in authority. I am prepared to take the sole blame for our … our little endeavors. We’ve discussed this many times, Charles. Perhaps when all our missions are complete, we can revisit your marriage proposal. In the meantime, isn’t it enough to know I love you body and soul? It’s so boring being made an honest woman.”

Charles laughed. “Point taken, my dear.”

Myra leaned across the table and whispered. “Do you remember the time you fashioned a maypole in the back yard and we danced naked in the moonlight?” Myra burst out laughing when she saw her companion of many years flush a bright pink.

“It’s one of my finest and fondest memories. Now that I know how to make a maypole complete with streaming ribbons, I’m up for another dance. Just say the word.”

It was Myra’s turn to blush. “I’ll let you know. Go! I can see you’re getting antsy. I’ll clean up. I think I hear Alexis on the stairs.”

“Her waffles are in the warming oven. Call me when the others arrive.”

Myra nodded.

Alexis, dressed in a bright turquoise pantsuit, leaned over to give Myra a morning hug. “It’s a wonderful day, isn’t it? The terrace looks absolutely delicious. It’s like looking at a rainbow. You must be so happy living here all year long. I can’t even begin to imagine what that would be like. I mean, the permanence.” Alexis’s voice turned wistful. “Living here with the man you love has to be a wonderful feeling. It doesn’t get any better than that, does it, Myra?”

Myra bit down on her lower lip. “For a time, it was like you said. I was the happiest woman in the world. I had it all, my cup runneth over, that kind of feeling. Then my world turned upside down when that Chinese diplomat’s son killed my daughter. Now, Pinewood is simply a place to live. A place where we all conduct our business. If I had to leave here, I could do it. Your day will come, dear. You’ll find the happiness you deserve, you’ll be vindicated, and then you can get back into the world you were forced to leave because of those hateful greedy people.”

Alexis picked up a blueberry, wondering where it came from at this time of year. “One can’t go home again, Myra. I think I’m a little nervous about what will happen to me after … after I’ve been vindicated. How do you go back to your old life, pick up the pieces and …?” Alexis threw up her hands in frustration at her inability to finish her thought.

“You aren’t going to go home again, dear. You’re going to go forward to a new life that isn’t ugly and controlled by greedy, manipulative people. Once you get your reputation back, you may well decide you don’t want that kind of life anymore. When you’re whole again, then it will be time to make decisions. Whatever those decisions turn out to be, all of us will be behind you. Is there something else bothering you? I’m a good listener, Alexis.”

Alexis picked up another blueberry and bit into it. “I have this fear that we’ll get caught and I’ll have to go to prison again. I can’t go back there again, Myra. I just can’t. I have awful dreams, night after night. Even in the bright daylight, I hear that cell door clanging shut. In my dreams my hands and feet are raw and bleeding from kicking and hitting the bars. I sleep with the lights on and my bedroom door wide open. I thought about going to therapy but what good would it do? It happened. I can’t change that. The fear is real. More real because of what we’re doing. You’d think I would have run long and hard instead of opening myself up to the possibility of going to prison again when Nikki invited me to join the Sisterhood. Is there something wrong with me? When I’ve been vindicated, will I feel differently? Will the past go away?”

Myra knew she was in the tall grass and that the young woman sitting across from her needed answers she wasn’t sure she had. Still, she had to try. “The short answer is, I don’t know, Alexis. When I was vindicated, so to speak, I thought … I hoped … the pain would go away. It didn’t. There is nothing worse in the whole world than losing a child; especially painful is losing your only child. I had to accept the fact that no matter what we did to that horrible man it wasn’t going to bring my daughter back to me. Did I get personal satisfaction out of caning and skinning him? Yes. I know he will never, ever, kill anyone again. No other mother will have to go through what I went through at his hands. I still dream of my daughter. I hope that never stops. When I wake in the morning, my pillow is wet.

“I am well aware that if we get caught, which I don’t think will happen, I will go to prison. I’m prepared for that because I know that with my help, your help, Charles’s help, the others were vindicated. Whatever happens, you’ll be able to handle it. You will, Alexis. Did that help at all?”

Always truthful, Alexis grimaced. “Yes and no. It’s one of those wait and see things. I wish I were as tough as Kathryn, as gentle as Isabelle, as smart as Nikki, and had the inner peace that Yoko has. I wish … I wish …”

Myra laughed. “Charles always says, be careful what you wish for because you might get it.” This brought a smile to Alexis’s face.

“I think I can handle it. No, that’s not right. I know I can handle it.”

Myra nodded sagely. She wanted to say “you have no other choice” but she held her tongue. Alexis would prevail, just the way she and the others had.

It was a given.