“It turns out she is London, Eunice. And you tried to kill her. Only you didn’t get away with it, not like you did with Ginny.”
“For the last time, Zach. I did not kill Ginny.” She pointed toward the nearest chair and said in a voice that was barely above a whisper, “Now, please, sit down.”
“No, thanks.”
“Sit down and drink a cup of tea with me,” she said, lifting her chin proudly. The sirens screamed louder. Closer. Eunice swallowed hard. She was scared, yes, but there was something else in her gaze. Triumph?
Why?
She stared at the woman and was met with Eunice’s chilling stare.
She’s going to beat this…somehow. Adria knew it in an instant. But how? Fear crept through her blood though Zach seemed unintimidated by this woman who was his mother, this monster who had tried to murder her. “You tried to kill me,” she pointed out.
“You were in the way.”
Adria felt it then, the cold hatred whispering through the air. Eunice’s angry gaze slid to her. “Of what?”
“My children’s rights, of course. Their claim to their father’s estate.”
“So it all boils down to money,” Adria charged.
“Money is only part of it. Prestige. Birthright. It all goes hand in hand.” No longer did she bother to mask her loathing. “If you would have left things alone, none of this would have happened. None. The children, my children would have gotten what they deserved from their father’s estate, but you couldn’t stay away, could you? Oh, no.” Her lips flattened against her teeth. “I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of. A lot.”
“Including the kidnapping,” Zach pressed.
Eunice hesitated.
“You did it, didn’t you and let me take the rap!”
“That wasn’t part of the plan.”
“Well, it’s what happened, Eunice.”
“Oh, Zach.”
“Jesus, you’re unbelievable. You did it, didn’t you? You kidnapped a child!”
“Not a child! An interloper!” She shot to her feet and seemed a bit unsteady.
“And later you killed Kat!”
“No, I—” She braced herself on the counter as if her legs would suddenly not hold her steady.
“You always hated her. Hated London.” He pressed his face to within a hair’s breadth of hers. “I’ve thought about it a long time and decided that Kat didn’t kill herself. No way. She was too into self-preservation, self-promotion. No matter how desperate she was, she wouldn’t commit suicide. So either she had an accident, which is damned unlikely, or someone helped her off that balcony.” His lips were bloodless, his eyes dark and knowing. “You’re the only person who hated her enough to do it. Probably all for the sake of your children and their inheritance, the same reason you kidnapped London.”
“No,” Eunice said weakly.
“Come on, Mother, you wanted me here to hear your confession, so let’s hear it.”
“But I didn’t—”
Bam! His fist slammed against the table. The teacup jumped. Adria started. Far in the distance sirens shrieked.
“Oh, God,” Eunice whispered, seeming pathetic. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”
“Bull! You killed her!”
“Yes, okay, yes, yes, yes!” Eunice’s eyes were filled with tears and she blinked rapidly.
Adria, though she’d expected the news, was stunned—to actually hear a confession to murder. “You pushed her?”
“Of course I did!” Some of Eunice’s starch returned. “As pathetic as she was after she lost her daughter, she wasn’t suicidal. Not Kat. God, she was a disgusting creature.” She turned her gaze on Zach. “That surprises you? That your own mother could kill?”
A muscle worked in Zach’s jaw and he’d paled.
“It was easy, really. To slip into her room, to doctor her drink, to lure her onto the balcony…” Eunice’s voice turned to the barest of whispers. “All I had to do was pretend…put on a little girl’s voice…” She did then, sounding suddenly like a child. “Mama…Mama…” Eunice’s eyes glazed for a second, her thoughts turning inward, as she replayed the horrid scene. “She was disoriented, believed that I was London and I hid near the railing…”
“You murdering bitch,” Adria said, shaking all over.
Eunice snapped back to the present. “And I’d do it again. For my children.”
Adria’s blood turned to ice. So it wasn’t over.
“Save it, Eunice. No one’s buying the altruistic act,” Zach stated.
“I don’t expect you to, Zach, but believe this,” she insisted. “I didn’t kill Ginny.”
Zach’s fists curled. “After that last confession, you expect me to trust you?”
The sound of sirens wailing was closer but Eunice didn’t seem to notice. “I didn’t even know where she was.”
“But you admitted to having her kidnap London. Paid her off.” Zach grabbed Adria’s purse from her arm and poured the contents on the table. Lipstick, brush, wallet, keys and letters fell out—duplicates of the notes she’d given to the police. Stabbing a finger at one of the ugly notes, Zach said,” You sent these.”
Eunice stared at the items and a tic developed under her eye as Zach, furious, added, “You also dropped off a dead rat at her hotel room.”
The twitch quickened. Eunice twisted her hands together. Her eyes seemed to glaze.
“And you tore up Adria’s bedsheets and her panties.”
“No…Kat’s bedsheets…Kat’s panties…”
“Not Kat. Adria. London.”
“The same thing,” she said, nostrils flaring as if she’d suddenly noticed a bad smell. “Kat…London…”
“Not at all.”
She held out her hands in supplication and to Adria she seemed suddenly pathetic, an older woman, but not weak. One strong enough to have pinned her to the ground and tried to kill her, a twisted person who could kill a rat and drain its blood, a maniac who could destroy a room, shred clothing, smear a mirror with blood.
“I couldn’t stand the thought of you two together, Zach. Not with Kat. Not Kat…” Her voice cracked and she blinked…as if clearing her head. She wrapped her arms around her middle and started to rock. “I mean, not with London…not with Kat…I couldn’t let that happen…I had no choice.”
“No choice?” Adria repeated, suddenly repulsed. “No choice but to try and kill me?” Who was this woman? A mother. A socialite. A murderer. She took a step away as Zach zeroed in on the woman who had borne him.
“Everyone has a choice, Eunice.” He turned away from her.
“It’s not that easy.” She sniffed, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her velour jacket.
“Sure it is. You made it hard. By trying to kill Adria and when you got hurt, you told Nelson you got hurt by falling when you were chasing the cat. Christ, you’re something. And you expect me to believe you didn’t follow us to San Francisco and kill Ginny?”
She hesitated. “I have an alibi.”
“Convenient. Who?”
She let out her breath and her shoulder’s slumped slightly. She dabbed at her nose with a tissue she’d found in her pocket. “Nelson. On the night Ginny was killed he was here with me.”
“For crying out loud, don’t you think I know he’d lie for you?”
“Possibly, but he doesn’t have to. I was here, Zach, in Lake Oswego when Ginny was murdered.”
“I don’t trust Nelson.”
“Then trust his friend.” She lifted her chin and met Zach’s condemning stare. “Nelson was with someone the night he was here. They didn’t stay all night, of course, because I’m not supposed to know that Tom is Nelson’s lover, but they stopped by for a few hours—just old pals, you know—and we had dinner and played cards. If you don’t believe me or your brother, ask Tom.”
The sirens sounded so close, they screamed through the house.
“You’ll have to tell the police and maybe they’ll buy it, but I don’t.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Of course it does,” he said, then seemed to notice the weird smile playing at the edges of her lips. “Wait a minute…”
“It’s over, Zach.”
“What do you mean? Over?” His gaze shot to the teacup. “What have you done?”
“What I had to, Zach,” she said. “I always do what I have to. You don’t believe me, but everything I’ve done is because I love you.”