Family Secrets

As he unlocked his office door, his cell phone rang.  He didn’t recognize the number.

“Bellini.”

“Ben, Mick.  How’s she doing?”

“I don’t really know.  She staved off her headache with alcohol last night.  She really isn’t much of a drinker.  I’m afraid she’s going to have a hangover this morning, and she’s got a 9:00 a.m. with Telco’s CEO today.”

“Oh boy.  Well, I hope to have something back from the lab this afternoon.  And, there’s something that I think you might find interesting.  Have you got some time today?”

Ben looked at his calendar.

“I’m scheduled for a preliminary hearing today, but I should have some time this afternoon.”

“Great.  Give me a call on my cell when you break free.”

Ben hung up and dialed Lane’s home number.  She answered on the fourth ring.

“Hey, Red, you up?”

“Yes and dripping all over the place.  You caught me just stepping out of the shower.”

He wished.  “How’s your head”

“Surprisingly clear and headache free.”

“Glad to hear it.  Go get dry and have a peach of a day.”

“Thanks. Hey, good luck in court.  I’ll talk to you later.”

Lane smiled as she walked back to the bathroom, retrieved, and do

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With the local Fox affiliate morning show in the background, she began drying her hair.  She rarely had the time to dry her hair completely.  It was so thick and heavy that to completely dry and style it would take at least forty-five minutes.  She always wore her long strawberry blonde hair up for work.  She would dry it to slightly damp then put it up, either in a French braid, French twist, or a bun.  She looked at the time displayed at the bottom of the TV.  Eight-ten. Time to quit putzing around and get dressed.  She put the finishing touches on her make-up and went to the closet.  She was glad that she was in the habit of working her way from left to right through the suits in her closet.  She spent no time worrying about what to wear.  She pulled a sage green silk suit from the left side of the bottom rod in her closet, and a creamy white silk, sleeveless shell from the top rod.  She pulled a plastic grocery bag from the top drawer of the nightstand, put it over her head to protect both her clothes from her make-up, and her hair and make-up from her clothes, and pulled the shell on over her head.  She removed the bag and walked to the dresser where she pulled out a new pair of ivory panty hose.  She went to her shoe closet and selected a pair of sage and cream Susan Lucci pumps. She bent down and pulled a matching hobo style purse from the bottom shelf.  She checked the time display on the TV again and quickly transferred the necessities from her Coach bag.  She paused at her jewelry armoire and pulled out a peridot cross pendant, earrings, her father’s Elgin watch, and the diamond te

It was fifteen minutes before nine o’clock when she walked by Meg’s empty desk and into her office.  She pulled out her laptop and pushed it into the docking station.  She pushed the start button, and unlocked her desk.  She pulled out a file folder, stuck it into her portfolio, and headed for the door.  Meg had returned and handed Lane a cup of tea with one hand a small stack of messages and a print out of her Wednesday schedule with the other.

“There’s nothing urgent; mostly vendors trying to get appointments to do dog and pony shows.  You’re with Mr. Edwards until eleven o’clock.  You have a lunch meeting with Mick McGuire at eleven-thirty at Ke

To Lane’s amazement, Meg had done the whole spiel without taking a single breath.  She took the tea, messages, and calendar and headed down the hall to the big corner office occupied by Telco Unlimited CEO Albert Edwards.

Lane wasn’t worried about the meeting.  She had them every month.  But, she was a little concerned because she hadn’t been able to reach him to let him know about the murder investigation she’d gotten herself involved in.  He’d been out of the office for two weeks on a sort of working vacation.  She’d called his cell and gotten voice mail.  She didn’t think it was the kind of message one should leave on voice mail, especially to a new bridegroom, so she just left a message for him to call her as soon as he got a chance. He hadn’t called back, but given the circumstances, she wasn’t surprised.  Al had been in Las Vegas for a trade show where he’d surprised friends, family, and colleagues by getting married.

Al’s first wife, Michelle, had died in a skiing accident in Vail, Colorado the first year Lane was in Kansas City.  Friends had introduced him to Barbara about a year ago.  Barbara, Babs to her friends, herself a widow was an attorney who specialized in estate pla

Al’s door was closed.  His administrative assistant, Gayle, told Lane to go on in.  She opened the door and found Al sitting behind his desk; his chair was turned to face the window.  He was just ending a phone conversation with whom Lane assumed to be his new bride.  Lane hung close to the door to allow Al his privacy.  No matter how old they get, she mused, newlyweds are lovebirds.

Al hung up and turned to face Lane.

“Al, I think congratulations are in order,” Lane said as she approached him and extended her hand.  “Good to have you back in the office.”

“It’s good to be back,” he replied as he gestured toward the visitor chairs.

“Well, I hope you still feel that way after we’ve talked.”  Lane smiled and told Al about the nightmare she’d been living for the past four days.

“Lane, how awful for you.”  Al had moved from behind his desk and sat in the chair next to her.   He put his hand on her shoulder.  “I think you should take a few days off.”

Lane was a bit surprised.  “Al, surely you don’t think I murdered that man.”

Al smiled as he shook his head.  “Lane, no one who knows you could think you would kill anyone.”  He patted her shoulder.  “And, you see, I do know you.  I know the way your mind works and, I know you won’t rest until this is resolved.  You need the time so you can give this matter your full attention.”

Lane nodded.  She knew he was right.  She needed time to figure out for herself who killed Paul Gardner.  She smiled and reached up to touch Al’s hand. “Al, you’re right.  I’ll let Meg know that I’ll be out for a few days.  Now, tell me about the trade show.”

When their business discussion ended, they stood and Al hugged her.  “Lane, call me any time.  You know Babs and I are here for you, whatever you need.”

As she walked toward her office, Lane dialed Ben’s cell phone number.  As she expected, she got his voice mail.  She smiled. Ben always turned his phone off when he was in court.  “Hey, it’s me.  I just finished my meeting with Al, and I’m going to take a few days off.  You know me. I just need some time to think about what’s been happening.  I have some things I need to wrap-up today.  It’s Wednesday so you have hoops.  And, it’s the last Wednesday of the month, so I have book club.  Call me on my cell later.”

As she passed Meg’s desk, Lane asked Meg to come into her office.  “Close the door,” Lane said as she sat at the small conference table.