"That's hard to believe, Douglas. You were kissing her like she was a lover."
"No, Lacey, you're way off base. Why are you looking toward the door?''
"I'm waiting for Candice to burst in here. She always seems to show up when you're with me."
"I left her sleeping. She isn't coming here." Then he laughed. "But she'll hate herself that she missed such an opportunity. Here you are in your nightgown in the same room with me. Yeah, she'd go wild."
"Well, I'm not up to anything wild tonight. Are you certain she's home asleep?"
"God, I hope so."
Lacey stood up, her nightgown like a red-patterned tent around her. There was sweet lace around the wrists and the neck. "I think you should leave now, Douglas. I don't want her disturbed. I need to get some sleep. Oh yes, my father would never hurt her. She ran out behind his car on purpose."
"That makes no sense."
She had to smile at that. It seemed to be everyone's litany recently.
She closed the door after Douglas had left. She took a deep breath once she was in the blessed darkness again. She heard her mother's even breathing. She burrowed under the three hospital blankets. It still took her a long time to get warm.
Why had Douglas spoken to her unconscious mother as if she were his lover? Or had she imagined it?
Her head began to pound. She wanted nothing more at the moment than to go home, to Dillon.
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I DIDN'T RUN INTO THE driveway. Your father saw me pruning some oleander bushes. He called out to me, told me he wanted to talk to me about something. When I walked onto the driveway, he gunned his BMW and deliberately ran into me."
Lacey said very quietly, "Mother, there was a witness. He's an old man who lives just down the block from you. He claims you were hiding, then ran out so that Father could run into you."
"Old man Murdock," her mother said, her voice deep with anger. Then she winced at the pain. "That old liar. He wanted me to have an affair with him, years ago, after his poor wife died of breast cancer. I told him where to shove it. So this is his revenge. The malicious old moron."
"It's all right, Mom. Just relax. That's better. Breathe deeply. You can push that button if you want pain medication."
"How do you know what to do?"
"When I was hurt, that's what they told me. It helped. Please, Mom, help me understand what this is all about. Why would Dad want to kill you?"
"To get my money, of course, so he can marry that bimbo lawyer clerk of his."
"What money? What clerk? Danny Elbright is his law clerk."
"I don't know her name. She's new, works with Danny. I don't really care."
Judge Sherlock came into the room. "Ah," he said from
across the room, "you're awake, Evelyn. How are you feeling?"
In a querulous old-woman's voice, Evelyn Sherlock said, "What are you doing here? You're always at the courthouse this time of the morning. What do you want, Corman?"
"This isn't exactly a day to have business as usual. I'm here to see how you're doing, naturally."
"I'll live, no thanks to you. I'll be pressing charges, you can count on that. Oh my, my head feels all soft. What's on TV, Lacey? I always watch Oprah. Is she on yet?"
"Oprah is on in the afternoon," Judge Sherlock said. "Get a grip, Evelyn."
"Oh, then it's The Price Is Right. That's a great show. I can guess the amounts of money better than those stupid contestants. Do turn it on, Lacey."
It was down the rabbit hole, Lacey thought as she switched on the TV, then handed her mother the remote.
"You can leave now, Lacey, I'm not going to die. Your father didn't hit me hard enough. I guess he couldn't build up enough speed to get it done once and for all."
"All right," Lacey said. She leaned down and kissed her mother's white cheek. "You take it easy, okay?"
"What? Oh yes, certainly. I'll bet that powerboat with all that stuff on it costs exactly thirty-three thousand five hundred dollars."
As Lacey walked from the room, she heard Bob Barker call out, "It's thirty-four thousand!"
She wasn't aware her father was there until he stepped into the elevator with her.
"I'll see that she's well taken care of. I've decided Mrs. Arch just isn't keeping good enough control. She never should have let her get away like that. Also, after the new shrink sees her this afternoon, I'll call and let you know what she says. I'll tell you one thing, though. Right now she certainly doesn't sound as if she wants any attention from me. She sounds as if she wants me hung up by my balls."