DAVID GREETS ME AT THE DOOR OF HIS CONDO, an impatient frown pulling at the corners of his mouth. He's wearing jeans and a polo shirt, and he has a leather jacket slung over one arm. "I thought you'd never get here. I'm going to be late. Tammy expects me at four."
Tammy isn't expecting anyone.
Ever again.
I furrow my brow in a puzzled expression of surprise. "She didn't call you?"
He crosses his arms over his chest, and the frown deepens. "What do you mean?"
"I mean she told me she would call you before leaving town. She didn't?"
"No. She didn't call me. What do you mean leaving town?"
I push past him and move from the door into the living room. Gloria reclines against sofa cushions on the couch. She's dressed in a silk sweat suit, her hair swept back from her face in a ponytail. Her face, though pale and devoid of makeup, brightens as she catches our conversation.
I want to warn her not to get her hopes up, that this does not change our bargain, but first, I continue the farce with David. "She had a family emergency. Back in Pennsylvania. I can't believe she didn't call."
David pulls his cell phone out of a pocket and lets his jacket fall to the back of the couch. He finds her number, punches the "send" button and puts the phone to his ear.
I have an image of the phone ringing in some inner circle of hell. I don't expect it to be picked up. It isn't. David leaves a message, a rather snarky message, and snaps the phone closed.
"Shit. I bought all this food." He gestures vaguely toward a couple of grocery bags sitting in a corner near the front door.
"Well, I'm sure Gloria is getting hungry. Aren't you, Gloria?"
She nods and David heaves a disgruntled sigh, but he gathers up the bags and takes a step toward the kitchen. "I can't imagine why she'd call you instead of me," he grumbles.
"I told you she was a flake."
He stops and turns around. "No. You told me you didn't know her very well. That she might be a flake. Thanks for nothing, Anna."
So once again, I'm the bad guy. First with Gloria, now with Tamara. I can't win.
David bangs things around in the kitchen while Gloria and I cool our heels in the living room. The silence between us is uneasy. I have nothing to say to her.
The sun is low over the water, casting an orange red glow that bathes the room. In a few minutes, the moon will rise. I wonder if Sandra can feel it. If Avery realizes that he is doomed.
I hope he does.
I'm restless and anxious to get out of here. I'd be gone already if I didn't think David would kill me. I have a feeling one of the reasons he made the date with Tamara was to avoid spending this first night alone with Gloria. I need to stay at least until she's in bed-her own bed-and asleep.
"Anna?"
Gloria's breathy whisper pulls me back.
"I want to thank you for what you've done. Jamie was here this afternoon. She told me Jason spoke to the police. DNA tests came back, too. They found something on Rory's clothes. It's not my DNA. Now they'll have to widen the investigation. They're issuing search warrants for the homes of Benton's board of directors. And Rory's corporate offices. He has to have a copy of the contract with the French company somewhere. Laura had to retract most of her story. She had to admit that Jason was telling the truth about what Rory said that morning."
That, at least, is good news. "Did Jamie find out why O'Sullivan would sell the formula instead of going ahead with its production on his own?"
She shrugs. "Your father offered one possible reason. He told Jamie pharmaceutical companies operate like any private industry-for profit. Foreign countries often don't require the same kind of expensive, time-consuming clinical trials our FDA does to approve a new drug. They may have offered to buy the formula and proceed on their own. Rory saw a way to make a lot of money right away. Cash in now and not have to wait. Or share. He took it."
O'Sullivan got greedy and impatient. Look what it cost him.
Gloria adds, "Jamie thinks it won't be too long before charges against me are dropped."
"Unless, of course, they nail you for that stupid fake suicide."
Without missing a beat, she says, "It was stupid, I know. I got so sick. I thought I'd get woozy, maybe, since I didn't really take that much. Flushed most of the pills down the john. I really didn't expect-"
She's telling the story like the worst part was getting caught with puke all over her nightgown. "God, Gloria. You are truly the most self-centered bitch I've ever met. Do you know the trouble Jason could get into if his part in your asinine scheme comes to light? He's a kid. Do you care?"
My voice shakes with the effort to keep from screaming at her. "Protecting him is the only reason I don't turn you in myself. You are a menace and should be locked up."
She looks so shocked at my tirade that if I weren't so angry, I'd laugh. The bitch really thinks she did nothing wrong.
David walks in then, and although he didn't catch the words that passed between Gloria and me, he does catch the tension.
"Jesus Christ. I can't leave you alone for five minutes. If you think I want to sit through dinner with the two of you, you're crazy. Anna, why don't you leave? I think you've done enough damage for one day."
"Damage? What damage? What did I do?"
He glares down at me, hands on hips. He's snorting like a bull ready to charge.
He works his jaw a few times and says, "You really expect me to believe Tamara called you to break our date? Just like that. A woman you claim not to know very well. I think you were the one who broke the date. I don't know why. Yet. I'll find out. She can't avoid my calls forever. I'll get to the bottom of this. Trust me."
He starts back into the kitchen, pausing once at the door to add, "Did you hear me? You can leave, Anna. Now would be good."
Gloria remains wisely silent, doesn't so much as raise her head to watch me leave. So much for making sure those two don't revert to the old ways. If they end up fucking, David has no one to blame but himself.
I close the door quietly behind me.
Well, I got my wish, I'm going home.
Thrown out of two houses in two hours. A new record.