Without missing a beat, she replied, “Let’s not get hasty. We just have a few questions.” She looked toward Harry.
Harry asked, “Are you certain your original testimony involving the presence of Samuel’s sister has been contained.”
Patrick looked skeptically toward them, and finally answered, “I think I need to see some identification. How do I know you’re who you say you are?”
Claire reached for her purse and grabbed her wallet. Before she could open it, Harry took it from her hand and spoke, “Mr. Chester, how do we know you deserve to see identification?”
“You contacted me.”
“True, but give me something. How do I know you’re the Patrick Chester who Ms. Nichols needs to contact?”
“What do you want?”
“Tell us exactly why you deserve your annual settlement.”
With sarcasm dripping from his voice, Patrick answered, “I don’t remember.”
Harry pushed, “What don’t you remember?”
“You see, that’s the problem. If I remember -- your mom,” he looked toward Claire, “or your aunt -- well, there’s no statute of limitations on murder in California.”
Claire remained silent while Harry opened her wallet and handed Patrick her American Express credit card with Claire R. Nichols embossed on the front. Patrick took the card, read it, and handed it back to Harry. Claire watched as each man’s eyes glared back and forth.
She reached for her credit card placed it back in her wallet. Breaking the silence Claire said, “Thank you, Mr. Chester, I’ll relay your information, but I can’t make you any promises regarding future installments.”
His glare turned toward Claire. “I think you can, and you will. Tell Anton my memory’s not so bad for an old man.”
She sat taller, “I will.”
Harry interjected, “Do you really want to threaten the man who’s provided you with all of this?”
Patrick sat back against the chair. “I agreed to meet with you because I wanted to see you.” He tipped his head toward Claire. “I haven’t been able to find or contact Anton in twenty-five years. I wanted confirmation he still exists.”
Harry replied, “Your yearly payments weren’t enough?”
“No trace of their origin. Glad to know he’s still kick’n. He was a good kid.”
Claire asked, “So what message do you want me to give that good kid?”
Patrick stood and the others followed. “Tell him to contact me only through the suits in L.A.. I don’t want any more surprise visits.”
Claire nodded and Harry extended his hand as he spoke, “Good bye, Mr. Chester. I believe Ms. Nichols has enough information.”
Going the direction they came, Claire and Harry silently made their way back to the blue Mustang. It wasn’t until they were outside the iron gated community that Claire finally spoke. “Why did you show him a credit card?”
“I didn’t want him to know your address.”
His words added to the unease she’d been feeling at the end of their interview. “Oh, thanks, I didn’t think of that.”
Making their way back to I-5 North, they settled in for the almost six hour drive. Claire inclined her seat, listened to the music from the speakers, and absorbed the sun’s rays.
Her mind wandered from Patrick Chester to Tony. Claire still didn’t know who this mystery woman was, but now they’d confirmed she exists, or existed. Who would Tony be willing to protect with annual payments? He never mentioned another woman. Actually he said he never wanted to be with anyone else. But could she believe anything he ever said? Maybe the woman really was his aunt. However she never heard of any family members. Even the Vanity Fair article said he had no other relatives. Could that woman be the one who sent Claire the box? Why would she willingly upset the man who’d financed her freedom from prison for murder? Or did she or someone else have another motive for sending Claire that information? Maybe the person wanted the box to affect Claire differently? It seemed the new information did nothing but create more questions.
Claire closed her eyes under the sunglasses and fought the ache threatening her temples.
As she was about to drift away when she heard Harry say, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have exposed you to that creep.”
She shrugged, “I’ve met a creep or two before. No harm no foul. I’m just not sure what we gained.”
“We now know for sure there was a woman. Someone Patrick believes is Samuel’s sister. I’d put money on the fact, she killed Samuel and Amanda.”
Claire added, “And Tony is willing to pay yearly to keep that knowledge hidden.”
“Who’s the woman?”
“That seems to be the million dollar question!” She said as she watched the beautiful scenery.
Compromise - better bend than break.
― Scottish Proverb
Chapter 29