Third Degree Part 20

Laurel s.h.i.+elded Beth's eyes and walked down to the foyer, then followed Warren to the kitchen. Beth was a lot heavier than she'd been only a year ago. Laurel's back and shoulders were already aching. While Warren stared out the kitchen window, she took a gla.s.s down from the cabinet.

"What are you doing?" he asked, still looking out over the front lawn.

"Getting her some water. She's tired out. No, actually she's not. She's traumatized by what you did upstairs. Probably scarred permanently. What is wrong with you?"

"Give her a teaspoon of Benadryl."

"Is that your professional advice? Drug our daughter to sleep?"

Warren rolled his eyes. "This will be a lot less traumatic for her if she sleeps through it."

Laurel's stomach tightened. "What will?"

"Don't worry about it. She can sleep in the safe room."

Laurel felt as though she were having a conversation with a robot. "Warren, you just killed your business partner. Your office almost burned to the ground. Your employee tried to kill a federal agent. Don't you realize the police will be here any minute?"

"That's why she needs to be in the safe room."

Laurel whispered, "You're not putting our daughter into that room alone. She'd be terrified."

"She'd also be safe. Bullets can't penetrate an inch of steel plate."

A bolt of alarm shot through Laurel, despite her fatigue. "Do you seriously intend to hold us hostage inside a ring of armed men?"

At last Warren's face betrayed some emotion. "This is our house, Laurel. My house. My land. I expect the police to respect our rights and leave us alone to deal with our own family problems."

She closed her eyes, trying to blot out his face long enough to think, but it was impossible. The enormity of what had happened finally sank into her soul, and the floodgates opened. As she cried, she experienced an epiphany that revealed the road to freedom. The pa.s.sword to that road was a lie. But unlike the lies of omission she had been telling for the past year, she was going to have to sell this story. At least Kyle won't have died for nothing, she thought. In death, he was going to do her a service he could never have done in life.

She carried Beth to the built-in banquette in the corner of the kitchen. Beth tried to cling to her, but Laurel set her firmly on the seat and rubbed her forehead for half a minute. "Warren," she said, straightening up and putting her hands on her hips, "I can't let you put Beth at risk like this. I'm going to tell you what you want to know. But first I've got to know that you'll bring this insanity to an end. I don't care what you do to me, but you've got to let Beth leave the house."

Hearing resolve in her voice, he looked away from the window and focused on her. "Do you really think Beth is in danger from me? You're the one who put our children at risk. If you tell me the truth, the real truth, you might be surprised by how things turn out."

Laurel tried to read his meaning, but it was impossible. "Send Beth outside first. As a sign of good faith. Then I'll tell you."

He smiled sadly. "I can't do that. You haven't proved yourself worthy of trust. She's in no danger." He took a step toward Laurel. "Tell me."

She realized then that he wasn't holding the gun. Was it still in one of his pockets?

"I'm waiting," he said.

She pictured the awful scene upstairs, when he had told the kids she was having an affair. That was sufficient to bring more tears to her eyes. "It was Kyle, okay?" she said softly. "I saw him for almost a year."

Warren's eyes narrowed, and he moved closer. Close enough to hit her. "Kyle. You were having an affair with Kyle?"

She nodded. "I didn't love him. But I wanted to hurt you. I knew that would hurt you more than anything else. If I cheapened myself like that."

Warren moved closer, close enough to kiss. "You made love with him?"

"No. I f.u.c.ked him."

Warren flinched. She expected a blow any second.

"And you knew about the other women? About Vida? The nurses?"

Laurel nodded. "That was part of it, I think."

"Did Kyle love you?"

She was about to say no, but then she thought of Danny's letter. "He thought he did. Kyle was crazy. He'd never had anyone like me before. He said he would give up all the others if I would run away with him. But I didn't want that. I just wanted to make you realize what you were doing to me. How you were ignoring me."

Warren tilted his head to the right, like a scientist studying an animal in the midst of some curious act. "You're lying," he said at length.

"You don't know the truth when you hear it."

"If Kyle was the one who wrote that letter, you would have let him shoot me. But you didn't. You warned me."

"Of course I did! I didn't love Kyle! I love you. Besides, you're the father of my children."

Warren shook his head. "You're lying now. Kyle could have smashed your laptop while I ran to answer the kitchen phone, but he didn't. He didn't care about that Hotmail account at all."

"I could have done the same thing."

"No, I was watching you. And you did try, once. Kyle never did. He even screamed at you to tell me the pa.s.sword. He didn't care about your computer, because he knew it was no threat to him."

She searched her mind for some rational argument, but there was none.

"You're still trying to protect someone," Warren said, his voice low and dangerous. "Who is it?" He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her violently. "Tell me who he is!"

"Daddy, stop it!" Beth screeched. "You're hurting Mama!"

"Mom's fine," Warren said, stopping his a.s.sault but not taking his eyes from Laurel's face. "If you were really having an affair with Kyle, you can answer one simple question for me."

Her stomach rolled over.

"Kyle had a unique feature below the waist. What was it?"

She lowered her voice. "I'm not going to discuss another man's genitals with you in front of our daughter."

"Let's go to the great room, then."

Laurel closed her eyes as though disgusted, but she was thinking desperately.

"You don't know," Warren whispered. "Because you've never seen Kyle's...package."

But she had seen it, once. A couple of years ago, at a Halloween party that lasted into the wee hours. A few drunken guests had peeled off their costumes and leaped into their hosts' heated pool. Naturally one of them was Kyle. He'd been standing behind a plastic cubicle that served as a changing room, out of Warren's line of sight but well within Laurel's. After stripping off his pants, he'd turned toward her long enough for her to take in his full nudity; then he'd burst into the open and dived into the steaming water. Laurel had a clear memory of the event, but no matter how hard she focused, she saw nothing but a normal, middle-aged p.e.n.i.s of average size.

"Time's up," Warren said. "You lose."

"There's nothing different about him."

Warren's smile was triumphant. "Kyle had hypospadias. Do you know what that is?"

Laurel had heard the word, but she couldn't recall what condition it described.

"His urethra opens on the underside of his p.e.n.i.s, rather than at the tip. It's fairly common. One in three hundred live births. And if you'd been sleeping with him, you would definitely know about it."

She looked away.

"You can go check his corpse, if you're curious. No? Then I repeat: tell me who you're trying to protect. If you don't-"

The kitchen phone rang loudly. Warren let go of her, glanced at the caller ID, then walked to the kitchen window. "And awaaay we go. It's started now."

Laurel stood on tiptoe. Over the hedges in front of the window, she saw a Sheriff's Department cruiser parked at the end of their driveway. One man inside.

Warren pressed the speakerphone b.u.t.ton, then came back to the window. "This is Dr. s.h.i.+elds. Who's this?"

"This is Deputy Ray Breen, Doctor."

"Afternoon, Ray," Warren said in a cheerful voice. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, Doc, I just drove out to check on some things."

"Is that right? What things would those be?"

"Well, your wife and daughter for one. We heard y'all might be having some trouble out this way."

Laurel closed her eyes as Breen's deep drawl echoed through the house. This was why she hadn't called 911 in the beginning.

"No trouble," Warren said. "Nothing serious, anyway."

There was a long pause. Then Ray Breen said, "Well, I'm afraid your boy says different. He's over to the neighbors' house scared half out of his wits. He says maybe you shot somebody."

Warren laughed loudly. "No, no. Kyle Auster and I were cleaning a pistol, and it accidentally discharged. Put a hole in the floor, but other than that, no harm done."

This time the pause was longer. "I'm glad to hear it, Doc. But I'd feel a whole lot better if I could just say hey to everybody for a second. One at a time, if you please."

Warren's tense face gave the lie to his nonchalant voice. Maybe Deputy Breen wasn't so dumb after all. Warren took the phone off speaker, picked up the receiver, covered the mouthpiece with his palm, and whispered to Laurel, "Tell him you're fine. Everything's fine."

"I won't."

"If you don't-if you say something's wrong in here, or that I shot Kyle-you can bet your life they'll come busting in here with guns blazing. And I can't be responsible for what happens after that."

She wondered if this was true. So far, she'd seen only one car outside. But there had to be more. And the local cops she'd met seemed more likely to use guns than diplomacy to resolve a standoff. She nodded once, and Warren held the phone up to her face. "Deputy Breen?"

"Yes, ma'am. Can your husband hear me?"

At that moment, Warren pressed his ear to the receiver. "No."

"Are you all right today?"

"Yes."

"Are you in any danger?"

"Danger?"

"We heard there might have been some gunplay in the house."

"Just an accident. It's all right now."

"And your daughter? Is she all right?"

"Oh, yes."

"Could I talk to her?"

"Of course."

Warren knelt in front of Beth and said, "Say h.e.l.lo to the man, Beth. He's a nice man."

"Hel-lo," Beth said, reverting to her usual telephone ritual. "What's your name?"

"She's busy, Ray," Warren said, standing erect with the phone. He listened for a few seconds, then said, "Kyle's busy right now, too.... Uh-huh.... I understand that. Look, our practice is being audited by the IRS right now, and we're having a pretty tense day going over our books. Kyle is deep into them with the calculator right now, but as soon as he's done, I'll have him call you."

Laurel couldn't believe what she was hearing. In all the time she had known Warren, she had hardly ever heard him lie. Now he was spinning out bulls.h.i.+t with the facility of Kyle Auster. As he continued to evade Breen's questions, she thought about what the deputy had said. Grant had obviously reached a neighbor's house, probably the Elfmans'. He would be terrified, but Bonnie Elfman would take good care of him.

"Listen, Ray," Warren said, his tone growing testy. "The thing is, I'm waiting for something in here. We're running a computer program, and we're waiting for a certain result. Once I have that, we'll all come out and visit with you guys for the rest of the evening, if you want. But this is business, Ray. It's important. You know what I mean?...Of course you do. All right. As soon as I have what I need in here, we're all coming out.... Kyle, too, absolutely.... Good talking to you, too."

Warren hung up, jerked the curtains over the kitchen window, and turned to Laurel with manic energy. "Get some sheets out of the laundry room to cover Kyle. I'll stay with Beth."

Laurel started to argue, but then she remembered that her clone phone was sitting on the shelf in the laundry room. Warren was letting her go alone because he knew she wouldn't leave Beth inside the house with him. "I'll be right back," she said, touching Beth's arm. She walked into the pantry, which led to the laundry room.

"The door to the garage is bolted," Warren called, in case she had a lapse of maternal judgment.

She reached up and slid her Razr off the detergent shelf. Her heart leaped when she saw 3 NEW MESSAGES on its LCD screen. Flipping open the phone, she bent over the laundry basket and made rummaging noises among some folded sheets. The first message read, I'm not going anywhere. I'll b close by if u need me. I love u. So much hope and relief suffused her heart that she felt giddy. The second message read, Saw both cars home. What should I do?

"What's the holdup?" Warren called.

Laurel picked up two folded sheets as she read the third message: Text me the instant u r out of there! Crazy with worry!

"Me, too," she whispered, sliding the phone into her back pocket.

She carried the sheets out to the kitchen and set them on the granite countertop. "What now?"

"I'm going to move Kyle out of the hall," Warren said softly. "You're coming with me."

"I think I'm going to give Beth that Benadryl after all," Laurel murmured. "If we're lucky, it'll cause short-term memory loss."