Alex Kava Bundle - Alex Kava [519]
Marley stood by the door waiting for someone coming down the hallway. Perhaps it was that girl reporter. Luc had seen her in the reception area when he came in. Thank goodness she didn’t recognize him, but then she probably couldn’t see without her glasses.
Marley was in what Luc called his funeral director position, shoulders squared, back straight, his hands coming together below his waist, folded almost reverently as if in prayer, but his chin was up, showing an amazing amount of strength and authority. And there was the look that went with the posture.
Luc had observed Jake Marley so many times that he could catch the transition process though it happened quickly, within a blink of an eye. The man was an expert. He could go from any range of facial expressions, whether it be anger with an employee, sarcasm or even boredom, then within seconds the man could transform his entire face into an expression of complete compassion and sympathy. Complete, but Luc knew complete didn’t necessarily mean genuine. In fact, he knew Jake Marley’s expression wasn’t genuine. It was just a part of his job, a skill honed and perfected. One necessary for his profession, like a fine craftsman’s eye for detail, or in Luc’s case, like a mail carrier’s ability to memorize strings of numbers. But there was something about this skill of Marley’s that seemed…hmm…Luc couldn’t remember the word. Sometimes he had trouble remembering the right words. He scratched his jaw, trying to remember.
Holy crap! He had forgotten to shave.
Then he glanced down at his feet—dad blasted! He still had his slippers on.
He looked back at Marley to see if the funeral director had noticed him. Maybe he could slip out the back. He twisted around in his seat. Shoot! This room didn’t have another door. And now Marley was escorting two women in, directing them to the coffin. He gave Luc a slight nod of acknowledgment but nothing more. Marley’s attention was, instead, on the two mourners, and Luc knew he didn’t have to worry about Marley paying any more attention to him.
The elderly woman had artificial silver hair and big red-framed glasses that swallowed her small pigeonlike face. She leaned on her companion with every step. It was the companion who assured Luc he didn’t have to worry about Marley. The woman wore a tight-fitting blue suit that accentuated her full figure in all the right places. She wore her long dark hair pulled back to reveal creamy, flawless skin.
Yes, she would have Jake Marley’s full attention. She already had his hand on her lower back as he escorted them to the front of the room. Luc wondered if Marley was imagining his hand a few inches lower. Of course, he’d never slip. He was one smooth operator. Luc had observed him many times. Just as he had caught the sudden subtle face transformations, Luc had also watched Marley smooth talk and literally handle the pretty ones with a touch on the arm, the half pat, half stroke of the shoulder, the hand on the lower back. Luc had seen all of Marley’s moves.
Maybe the women found it comforting, Luc told himself. Marley wasn’t obnoxious about it. He wasn’t a bad-looking guy, either. Sort of plain, but put him in one of his five hundred dollar black suits and the guy seemed to ooze strength, comfort and yes, authority. And women seemed to love guys with authority, especially when they were at their most vulnerable.
Luc watched the two women now at the casket, gazing at their loved one, whispering to each other as if not to wake her.
“Her hair looks beautiful,” the older woman said, then added, “She wouldn’t have worn that color of lipstick.”
Luc smiled. See, he knew it wasn’t her shade. He flipped his notebook open again and jotted down, “No whispering. Make people talk in normal tones.”
The young woman glanced back at Luc and smiled. Her eyes were puffy, though she wasn’t crying anymore. He smiled back and gave her a nod. In his