Obstruction of Justice (39 page)
The young woman came on board quietly. In her mid-twenties, with black hair so long it hung almost to the hem of her dress, the girl wore strappy sandals that crept up her calves like trained ivy. Nina thought someone should say hello and show her the way to the bar. She started toward her, but after a quick glance around, the girl dropped her coat on a chair in the corner, collected a glass of champagne from a passing tray, and downed the first half of her drink, edging over to blend into a group of people standing by the door who apparently knew her. "Rachel, honey. Somehow we didn’t expect to see you here tonight," a snickering, booze-laden voice called out to her.
Nina wandered off to find Paul, who was watching the great wheel make its waterfall at the back of the boat.
The enclosed main deck, a huge dark cave alive with undulant bodies, pitched with music from a live band. Far from deflating once the honored guest had eaten his cake and endured a shower of fantastic presents, the party was heating up. Nina dragged Paul to the dance floor, where they danced and danced some more. When a moment of clearheadedness intruded on her whirling brain, she moved outside to get a breath of fresh air, losing Paul somewhere along the way.
At the front of the boat next to the staircase, she leaned unsteadily against the wall of the cabin. They had reached Emerald Bay and the boat was circling Fannette Island, the rocky islet at its center.
In the shadow of the western mountains the water was indigo streaked with green, like shot silk. Fannette rose in solitary splendor out of the bay into a treestudded, granite hill. At the top, the ruin of a rich woman’s teahouse presided over the whole sweep of bay.
Nina had always wanted to visit the tiny island. The stone ruin at the top looked inviting under the fading tangerine glow of the sky. She imagined what the teahouse must have looked like back in the twenties, the rustic table and chairs for furniture, candlelight, a roaring fire; and Mrs Knight, coercing friends from the city into the steep climb up to her aerie, long dresses hiked up, waiters with trays and tea sets leading the way.
Someone on the deck above spilled a drink and laughed, then complained about the chill. Whoever was up there went back inside, and the night fell into the shushing of the paddlewheel and the drone of the boat’s motor. Nina closed her eyes and sank into a woozy meditation on the high life, and what to do with Paul after the party was over. Questions swam through her mind as the night’s cool air, balmy and soothing, wrapped itself around her.
The door opened, and two people stepped out. They didn’t see her tucked away beside the stairway. She didn’t feel like starting a conversation, so she said nothing. She would be leaving in just a sec, just as soon as she adjusted her shoe around the new blister forming on her heel.
"I thought you were going to wait for me at the marina," a man said quietly. "We would have been back in another hour."
"I just couldn’t wait." The voice was a young woman’s and it sounded a little defiant.
"Did you know about this crazy surprise thing?"
"No," said the girl. "Have you told her yet?"
"With all our friends around?"
"You swore!"
"Honey, how can I? I thought we’d be out here with strangers."
"Liar!" the girl said, sounding near tears.
"I will after this is over, later tonight," murmured the man. "I promise I will." The voices stopped. Nina started to rise, then heard whispers. They were embracing, kissing. Oh, great.
Now feeling the cold herself, she waited, hoping they would pack it in soon. Then she heard a cry, and the violent crash of a glass breaking close by them.
Someone new had entered the scene.
"Oh, no. Mike. Oh, my God, no." Nina immediately recognized Lindy Markov’s voice. "What is this?"
Oh, no was right. Nina stayed out of sight behind the stairs, stuck like a fox with its leg in a clamp.
"Lindy, listen," Mike said.
The first woman’s voice, younger and more highly pitched than Lindy’s, interrupted. "Tell her, Mike."
"Rachel?" said Lindy, in a quavering voice.
Nina peered around the corner. No one was looking her way. Markov stood next to the dark-haired girl Nina had noticed arriving late. Lindy stood about four feet away, facing him, her hand over her mouth.
"Oh, Mike. She’s got to be thirty years younger than you are," Lindy Markov said.
"Mike and I are in love. Aren’t we, Mike?" The girl moved to take his hand but Markov pushed her hand away.
"Be quiet, Rachel. This isn’t the place..." "We’re getting married! You’re out, Lindy. We don’t want to hurt you..."
"Oh, shit," said Mike. "Shit."
Nina, who for all the attention they were paying to her might as well have been invisible, silently agreed with him.
"Marry you?" Lindy said, her voice shaking. Nina didn’t think she had ever heard such fury contained in two words.
"That’s right," said Rachel.
"What kind of crap is this? Mike? What’s she talking about?"
In a high, triumphant voice, Rachel said, "Look at this. See? A ring! That’s right. A big fat diamond. He never gave you a diamond, did he? Well?"
"Get out of here before we both kick you from here to kingdom come," Lindy replied, her voice wobbling.
There was silence. "Lindy, I’ve tried to tell you," Mike said finally. "You just won’t listen. It’s over between us."
"Mike, tell her to leave so we can talk," said Lindy.
"I’m not going anywhere!"
"Calm down now, Rachel," Mike said, sounding remarkably composed, Nina thought. "Now, look at me, Lindy," Mike said. "I’m fifty-five years old tonight, and I feel every minute of it. But I have a right to choose my own happiness. I didn’t plan this. I’m sorry it had to happen this way... but maybe it’s for the best."
"Five minutes alone with you, Mike. That’s my right."
"We don’t expect you to understand," said Rachel.
"Who are you to talk to me like this! Mike loves me!"
"Oh, now she’s playing that game, where she can’t see the nose on her face," Rachel continued, lifting her words over Lindy’s. "This is real life, Lindy. Pay attention for once."
"Shut up!" Did only Nina perceive Lindy’s desperation, the menace that suddenly shot through the air?
"You had twenty years! Five more minutes won’t change anything. Mike, come on. Tell her."
But Mike apparently could think of nothing to add to Rachel’s remark.
"I said shut up!" Lindy rushed toward the girl, knocking her off balance against the railing. She fell. Nina and Mike both winced at the sound of her cry, then the splash as she hit the lake.
"Lindy!" Mike said. "Jesus Christ!"
Nina searched for a float to throw. She found one, but a rope was snagged around it. She fumbled to get it loose, her fingers working clumsily at a knot.
Lindy and Mike stood by the railing, their backs to Nina, too deeply engulfed in their own private hell to care what she did. Mike leaned over the side, peering into the darkness. "Rachel can’t swim!" he yelled.
"Good!" Lindy said.
"Look what you’ve gone and done now, Lindy! My God, you just don’t think! Now, listen. You keep an eye on her. I need to get help." Before he left he ran along the railing calling to Rachel, reassuring her
"What I’ve done?" Lindy said, coming up close behind him.
Nina recognized that she was beyond reason, out of control. "Look at what I’ve done?"
The lifesaver suddenly fell into Nina’s hands.
"Mike!" Nina said, preparing to toss it the few feet between them. He knew where Rachel might be. She didn’t.
Mike turned to face her, putting his arms out to catch.
And Lindy, catching him completely off gurad, bent down and took his legs in her hands, heaved mightily and tipped him neatly overboard. "Go get her, champ!" she yelled, and the explosion of maledictions that followed was swallowed up by the sound of a second splash.
The authors gratefully acknowledge the following people and organizations: Nancy Yost, our agent at Lowenstein Associates Inc., for her outstanding support, professionalism, and editing assistance; Marjorie Braman, our editor at Delacorte Press, for her steady support, hard work, and excellent editing; Patrick O’Shaughnessy, attorney at Rucka O’Boyle Lombardo & McKenna, for reading the manuscript and making many helpful suggestions; Jeffrey L. Sellon, P.E., forensics electrical engineer, for kindly contributing his help as a lightning expert; the makers of the Public Broadcasting Service television series Nova, for the show titled "Lightning"; Jeffrey P. Schaffer, author of The Tahoe Sierra (Wilderness Press, 1979), for information regarding trails on Mount Tallac; and, always, our families. Any factual errors, naturally, are the fault of the authors.
PERRI O’SHAUGHNESSY is the pen name for two sisters, Pamela and Mary O’Shaughnessy, who live in California. Pamela graduated from Harvard Law School and was a trial lawyer for sixteen years. Mary is a former editor and writer for multimedia projects. The authors of Acts of Malice, Breach of Promise, Obstruction of Justice, Invasion of Privacy, and Motion to Suppress, they are currently working on their next Nina Reilly novel. Readers can contact Perri O’Shaughnessy at [email protected].
By PERRI O’SHAUGHNESSY:
Acts of Malice
Motion to Suppress
Invasion of Privacy
Obstruction of Justice
Breach of Promise
Move to Strike
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