I kept my mouth shut, not sure what to say.
"If he's innocent, then he'll be fine," Maxwell said. "The evidence isn't stacked up against him like it is against Catelyn here. Now, that's my news, what did you two have to tell me?"
"I found the book," I said.
Maxwell's eyes widened and he put his coffee cup on the table in front of him. "The second book Alice was working on?"
I nodded.
"Where? How? What did it say?" He could barely stay sitting in his excitement—or was it agitation? I couldn't tell.
"It's safe. I can set up a meeting with the killer. I'm going to make a public statement, let the world know I have it and know who killed my mother, and wait for that person to contact me."
Maxwell shook his head. "Absolutely not. It's too risky, and there are too many legal ramifications to consider. Why not go straight to the police?"
"Because I don't trust them." My voice wavered and Ash squeezed my hand. "I want the information out. I have details about high-profile people who were, and are, corrupt, people my mother knew and had gathered evidence on. This needs to be made public before they can make this information disappear again."
"I don't like it," Maxwell said.
"You don't have to." I sipped my coffee and ignored my shaking hand. "It's my decision and I've made it."
He stood, reaching for his briefcase. "Fine, I'll set up a press conference. I just hope you know what you're doing." He walked to the door and let himself out.
After he left, I leaned against the wall and exhaled. "So do I."
Ash trapped me with his body, his breath hot against my mouth. "We don't have to do this, you know. There are other ways."
"None that make as much sense as this. If he's the killer, he'll act before the information goes public."
"And what if he's not the killer?" Ash asked. "What will you say if you're forced to go ahead with the conference?"
I took a deep breath. "I'll say I found the book."
He squinted his eyes at me.
"Because I have, Ash. I know where it is."
"What?" Ash stood back and stared at me. "When? How? Where is it, Catelyn? You have to tell me."
"I can't, Ash. Bridgette's life might depend on no one else knowing."
Chapter Twenty Nine
Indecent Proposal
THE NEXT FEW days passed by uneventfully. My medication began working, my headaches and blackouts virtually disappeared, and Ash continued to train me with guns and self-defense. I was actually getting to the point where I felt more confident in my ability to handle myself when I passed Mr. Davenport while getting a bottle of water at the gym.
"Catelyn, how are you? I didn't know you worked out here." He carried a tennis racket and had a white towel around his neck and sweat dripping down his face.
"Yes, just recently. Ash has been giving me some self-defense lessons. Are you just finishing up a game of racquetball?"
He looked down at his racket. "Yes. I try to get down here a few times a week. Good for the heart. How are things going with the investigation into Bridgette's kidnapping?"
The woman behind the counter handed me the water and I took a sip. "It's been hard. I miss her and we're doing everything we can to figure out what happened. I just feel so helpless."
"I heard you've been looking for the book your mom was working on when she died. Did you ever find it?" He asked this with a carefully manufactured casualness that belied his intensity.
Ash saved me from answering by putting an arm around me. "Dad, what are you doing here?"
"Just the usual, son. You should come by the house more often. Your mother misses you." With that, Mr. Davenport left.
"He was asking about the book," I told Ash as we left the gym. "How would he even know about it?"
"I don't know," he said, opening the car door for me. "Someone is talking when they shouldn't be.”
***
When the day of my public statement arrived, I nearly backed out. My headaches came back with a vengeance and I spent the morning throwing up in our bathroom. Ash called through the door. "I'm canceling this, Catelyn. It's not worth it. Let me in."
"No and no," I said, taking deep breaths to calm myself. "I have to follow through with it. I'll be all right. Just, please, get me some water."
He came back with a glass of ice water and I drank greedily and took another shower, then put on a classy but conservative pantsuit and heels. I called Detective Gray on the way to the press conference which Maxwell had scheduled to be outside the police department for added security. "Are you ready?"
Gray coughed. "Yeah, we're ready."
"Just keep an eye out. The killer will be after me once I give my statement."
"I'll keep an eye out."
I wasn't sure if I could trust him, and I wasn't convinced he'd ruled me out as a suspect, but I had to hope he'd do his job, or at least someone in the police department would.