Chapter Twenty-Six
Eva, Luis, and Edward Jamison sat together in Eva’s living room. Mr. Rose, Attorney at Law, had stayed behind at the police station to glean whatever details Officers Scott and Whitson were willing to provide. He’d written down Eva’s home phone number and told her he’d call her first thing in the morning. Luis had chauffeured Eva to the ATAP office. She’d climbed into her car without a word to anyone, started up the engine, and driven home. Two vehicles had followed hers. She’d walked through her front door, grabbing Luis’ note. She left it open.
“Make yourselves comfortable, gentlemen,” she’d said, before she’d vanished into her bedroom. She’d brushed her teeth and taken a long, hot shower. She’d finally reappeared in the living room, barefoot, her hair wet and braided, wearing an old pair of baggy, comfortable sweats. Luis and Eddie Jamison rose to their feet.
“Se?orita…”
“Miss Raines…”
Eva held up a hand and disappeared into the kitchen. She reappeared shortly with a tray containing a pitcher of sweet ice tea, three glasses, and a plate of chocolate-dipped shortbread cookies. She set everything down on the coffee table, poured two glasses of ice tea, handed a glass to each man, poured a third glass for herself, and sat down in an oversized chair, folding her legs beneath her.
“Sit,” she said.
Both men sat.
“Luis,” Eva motioned toward him, “you first. How did you know where to find me?”
“So sorry, Se?orita. Se?or Abbott phoned me today. He was very worried about you. He had not heard from you and he was afraid something had happened. He asked me to come by your house—”
Eva interrupted, “Yes, I grabbed the note when we walked in.”
“Sí. I waited for you at Se?or Abbott’s home. Do you remember? We had planned to have breakfast together?”
“Oh Luis, so much happened that I completely forgot. I’m so sorry I left you waiting.”
“It is of no consequence, Se?orita. I was at the home when Se?or Abbott called me. He asked if I had heard from you and of course, I told him that you had not arrived as planned. He was very upset, Se?orita. He had been calling your cell phone for hours.”
Eva interrupted again. “I lost my cell phone yesterday, after the wedding.”
“It is in the church office, Se?orita. I called and the secretary answered. She is keeping it for you. I came here, to see if I could find you and when I could not, I went by the church and checked the parking lot to see if your car was there. Se?or Abbott was very distressed, Se?orita Eva. I think he was prepared to call the police.”
“Is that how you found out where I was?”
“I don’t know how he knew where you were, Se?orita. He called me and told me you were at the Napa police station and said I should drive there to make sure you were all right. Are you all right, Se?orita? A young woman like you should not be in a police station. It makes no sense to me. Yo no comprendo, Se?orita.”
“Pero yo comprendo, Luis. Soy bien, muchos gracias.” Eva turned to Eddie Jamison. “Now, Mr. Jamison…is it Eddie or Sam?”
“Eddie Jamison, Miss Raines.”
“All right, Mr. Jamison, first of all, let me say that your means of getting my cell phone number was quite creative. I commend you. Second, does your client intend to reimburse the expenses I incurred just so she could get her kicks? Twenty-five hundred dollars may be pocket change to her, but it comes close to cleaning out my savings account.”
“I haven’t spoken with my client, Miss Raines. And I’m sorry. I was paid to do a job. I did it. I want you to know I had no idea something like this would happen. The minute I learned what my client had done, I contacted an old colleague of mine in the Napa Police Department and I phoned Mr. Abbott and informed him of what had happened. I doubt my client plans to reimburse you, at least, I doubt she will reimburse you without some incentive. I advise you to do as Officer Scott suggested and speak with him tomorrow about filing a complaint against Miss… against my client. I’ve given him the name of a gentleman who is willing to come forward and give a statement to the police.”
“The man who contacted me? The fake Jerry Harding?”
“Yes.”
Eva shifted restlessly in her chair. Both men remained silent as she stared out the window into the darkness for quite some time. Eva reached a decision.
“Luis,” she said, shifting in her chair again, “Thank you for riding to my rescue. It means a lot to me. Could you please do me an enormous favor and call Gabriel to let him know I’m all right?”
“Se?orita, I think you should call him yourself. He wants to hear your voice, to speak with you.”
“I’m tired, Luis, I want to crawl into bed and I can’t talk about this anymore tonight.”
“But Se?orita, he will be upset if he does not hear from you.”
“Then he’ll have to be upset.” Eva turned toward Eddie. “Mr. Jamison, despite everything, I want to thank you for intervening when you found out what had happened. You didn’t have to do that. You could have hidden behind the rules of client confidentiality and nobody would have blamed you.”
“I would have blamed me,” Eddie replied.
“Well,” Eva said, “as my Jewish grandmother would say, that means you’re a mensch.” Eva looked toward Luis. “A good man,” she explained.
Luis nodded his agreement.
“Well, gentlemen,” Eva unfolded her legs and rose from her chair. “I can’t say that it’s been fun, but I’m exhausted, so if there’s nothing else, goodnight. I’m going to bed.”
“Goodnight, Miss Raines,” Eddie took her hand, “And again, I apologize.”
“Thank you,” Eva replied.
“Buenos noches, Se?orita,” said Luis. “Sleep well.”
“Goodnight Luis.” Eva leaned over and kissed the older man on the cheek, “And thank you.”
“I still think, Se?orita, that you should call Se?or Abbott. He will be beside himself,” said Luis.
“I can’t right now, Luis. Tell him I’m sorry, but I just can’t talk to him right now.”
“All right, Se?orita Eva. Goodnight then.”
The two men left together. Eva locked the front door behind them. In a daze, she carried the pitcher of ice tea into the kitchen and placed it in the refrigerator. Eva walked through the house slowly, turning off lights. She sat on the edge of her bed for a moment, nibbling on a piece of shortbread, hoping the dry cookie would settle her stomach, but it didn’t seem to work. Eva finally gave up and crawled under the covers. She switched off the light on her bedside table and curled into a ball. The tears she’d held back for hours finally spilled out and her body was racked with sobs. Eventually, exhausted beyond measure, Eva quieted and fell into a fitful sleep. She had a lot to do in the morning.
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Eva picked her cell phone up from the church secretary at six forty-five a.m., just before early Mass began. She drove back to Napa, to the ATAP office, where she met with Ruth. She gave her the office cell phone, the credit card unit, and the extra set of keys and asked her to cover for her until Tom and Marcus returned on Wednesday. When Ruth asked why, Eva told her something unexpected had come up and she would be gone for a while.
After Ruth left on her assignment, Eva put in a call to Ted Rose, the attorney Gabe had sent to the police station the night before. When she finished her conversation, she checked to make sure everyone’s schedule was set for the week. She replied to the voice mail messages left on the landline over the weekend, aside from Gabe’s multiple messages. She checked the faxes and responded to anything that required immediate attention. She flipped on the computer, checked the emails, and starred the emails she wanted Tom and Marcus to pay special attention to, then she opened the word processing program and wrote a letter of resignation and an itemized statement. She printed up two copies of each on official ATAP letterhead, one copy of each for her bosses and one copy of each for herself. She signed the letter of resignation, slipped it into an envelope and wrote Tom’s name in bold letters with a Sharpie. She left it front and center on Tom’s desk beneath his seashell paperweight along with the itemized statement. There was no way he’d miss it.
Eva opened a storage closet and assessed the ATAP uniforms. She searched until found one that appeared to be the correct size. Leaving the trousers and the polo shirt on the hangers, she walked out to her car and laid them on the passenger seat. She grabbed her own uniform and returned to the office, changing out of her jeans and tee shirt in the bathroom. She pulled her long hair back and arranged it into a neat ponytail. Eva slipped on her black tennis shoes. She opened the storage closet and removed a wheeled cart. She hoped it would fit into the back seat of her car, because the trunk was filled with her carry-on bag, six bottles of wine, caviar on ice, and the remainder of the food and supplies she’d purchased for the phony Jerry Harding. Finally, Eva retrieved her purse from the office, turned off the computer and the lights and left the office, checking to see that the door locked behind her. She climbed behind the wheel of her car and headed to the White’s house.