Deal Breaker
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“Very impressive.”
“Win was playing it in the car.” This was an old game of theirs. Guess the Quote.
She fiddled with her water glass, making little water circles and then inspecting them for clarity and definition. Eventually she created an aquatic Olympics logo. “I’m not sure what I’m trying to say to you,” she said at last. “I’m not sure what I want to happen here.” She looked up. “One last confession, okay?”
He nodded.
“I came to you because I thought you would help. That was true. But that wasn’t the only reason.”
“I know,” he said. “I try not to think about it too much. It terrifies me.”
“So what do we do now?”
His chance. He hoped there would be others. “Did you get your sister’s file?”
“Yes.”
“Have you gone through it yet?”
“No. I just picked it up.”
“Then why don’t we open it now?”
She nodded. The crispy duck and squab package with pine nuts appeared. Jessica took out a manila envelope and slit the seal. “Why don’t you look at it first?”
“Okay,” he said. “But save me some food.”
“Chance.”
He started sifting through the papers. The top page was Kathy’s high school transcript. After her junior year her ranking had been twelfth in a class of three hundred. Not bad. But by the end of senior year her ranking had slipped considerably—to fifty-eighth.
“Her grades dropped senior year of high school,” Myron said.
“Whose didn’t drop senior year?” Jess countered. “She was probably just goofing off.”
“Probably.” But usually that meant A students got B’s or C’s. Kathy had gotten one A, three D’s and an F in her final semester. Her clean record was also muddied with several detentions—all in her senior year. Strange. But probably meaningless.
“Do you want to fill me in on what happened today?” Jessica asked between bites.
She was even beautiful when pigging out. Amazing. He started by telling her about Win’s discovery in the six magazines.
“So what does it mean,” she asked, “her picture being only in that one rag?”
“I’m not sure.”
“But you have an idea?”
He did. But it was too early to say anything. “Not yet.”
“Did you hear from your friend at the phone company?”
He nodded. “Gary Grady placed two calls after we left. One was to Fred Nickler’s office at Hot Desire Press. The other was someplace in the city. There was no answer when we called it. We got the information kind of late in the day.”
“And the handwriting analyst?”
Best to dive right in. “The handwriting matches. It’s either Kathy’s or a very good forger.”
That slowed her chopsticks. “My God.”
“Yes.”
“Then she’s alive?”
“It’s still just a possibility. Nothing more. That envelope could have been written before she died. Or like I said, it could be a clever forgery.”
“You’re reaching.”
“I’m not so sure,” he said. “If she’s alive, where is she? Why is she doing all this?”
“Maybe she’s been kidnapped. Maybe she’s being forced to.”
“Forced to address envelopes? Now who’s reaching?”
“Do you have a better explanation?” she asked.
“Not yet. But I’m working on it.” He started looking through the file again. “You ever hear of a guy named Otto Burke?”
“The big record company magnate who owns the Titans?”
“Right. He also knew about the magazine.” Myron quickly summarized his visit to Titans Stadium.
“So you think Otto Burke might be behind it?” she asked.
“Otto has a motive: knocking down Christian’s asking price. He certainly has the resources: lots of money. And it would also explain why Christian got a copy in the mail.”
“He was sending Christian a message,” she added.
“Right.”
“But how would Burke forge my sister’s handwriting?”
“He could have hired an expert.”
“Where did he get a writing sample?”
“Who knows? It can’t be that difficult.”
Her eyes glazed over. “So this was all a hoax? This was all some plot to gain leverage in a negotiation?”
“It’s possible. But I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“Something just doesn’t mesh. Why would Burke go through all that trouble? He could have blackmailed us with just the photo. He didn’t have to put it in a magazine. The photo was enough.”
She grasped on to his hope as if it were a life preserver. “Good point,” she said.
“The question then becomes,” he continued, “how did Otto get a copy of the magazine?”
“Maybe someone in his organization picked up a copy at a newsstand.”
“Very unlikely. Nips”—the word felt grungy again, good—“has a very low circulation rate. The chances that someone in the Titans organization bought that particular magazine, had time to read it carefully, somehow spotted Kathy’s picture in the bottom row on a page of ads in the back—it’s fairly remote at best.”
Jessica snapped her fingers. “Someone mailed it to him too.”
He nodded. “Why should Christian have been the only one? For all we know, dozens of people were sent that magazine.”
“How do we find out?”
“I’m working on it.”
He managed to salvage a sliver of crispy duck before it was sucked into the black hole. It was delicious. He turned his attention back to Kathy’s files. Her bad grades continued during her first semester at Reston. By second semester, her grades had picked up considerably. He asked Jessica about this.
“She settled into college life, I guess,” she said. “She joined the drama group, became a cheerleader, started dating Christian. She went through culture shock in her first semester. It’s not uncommon.”
“No. I guess not.”
“You don’t sound convinced.”
He shrugged. Myron Bolitar, Señor Skepticalo.
Kathy’s recommendation letters were next. Three of them. Her high school guidance counselor called her “unusually gifted.” Her tenth-grade history teacher said, “Her enthusiasm for life is contagious.” Her twelfth-grade English teacher said, “Kathy Culver is bright, witty, and fun-spirited. She will be a welcome addition to any institution of learning.” Nice comments. He scanned down to the bottom of the page.