Double Take - Catherine Coulter [83]
Sherlock said, “We understand you asked Kathryn Golden to contact your parents, but she was unable to.”
“She told me she got nothing but static during her attempts. Very odd, she told me, that something like that rarely happened to her.”
“And so you sought out Soldan, or did he come to you?” Savich asked.
“He offered his services to me, as I recall.”
Julia said, “And yet you don’t feel complete satisfaction with Soldan, that is what you said.”
“That’s right, Julia. Sometimes I feel we’re speaking of issues my parents and I discussed some time ago, a sense of déjà vu, if you will, as if we’re not making much progress. It’s frustrating, but there you have it.
“Now, I have answered your questions. You will answer mine. Why are you so interested in my sessions with mediums?”
Savich said, smooth as the dark India tea Isabel had made him for breakfast, “As a successful businessman, you would never consider information gathering a waste of time. It’s what you do, it’s what we do. Do you have any idea who killed Dr. Ransom?”
CHAPTER 40
Do you know,” Thomas Pallack said slowly, still fiddling with his pen, "the inspectors from the SFPD never even asked me that outright. I’ve thought about it over the months, Charlotte and I have discussed it. Would any of his colleagues kill him? Were they jealous of him because of his success, or perhaps his wealth? Yes, probably, but that is commonplace in the world—it doesn’t seem a likely motive for murder. From what I hear, many of his colleagues worshipped him.
“I’ve come to believe it had to be one of his many clients, past or present, perhaps someone he inadvertently harmed with information he passed on to them, or someone he enraged at something he told them.”
Cheney said, “Evidently there were a couple of dozen people Dr. Ransom was seeing at the time of his death. The SFPD concluded that none of them seemed likely. You included, sir.”
Thomas Pallack shrugged. “Well, it certainly wasn’t you, Julia. The idea that you married August for his money is ludicrous. I mean, even if you’d wanted to, there is no way August would have been unaware of your intentions. But you know”—he cocked his head at her—“I suppose it was natural for them to wonder why you did marry him.”
“Perhaps you can ask Soldan,” she said.
“Perhaps I can,” he said.
Cheney asked,"You saw Soldan Meissen last night, Mr. Pallack?”
“Yes. Normally my visits are on Wednesdays and Saturdays. However, because of an unavoidable commitment on Wednesday, I had to see Soldan last night. I assume you already know my regular schedule.”
Cheney nodded. “And you were left feeling dissatisfied again last evening?”
“Agent Stone, my parents weren’t very talkative last night. I was disappointed, but this sometimes happens. They appeared to have a lot on their minds, their focus seemed scattered. They weren’t interested in discussing my problems.”
Julia said, “What do your parents think of Charlotte?”
That was a conversation stopper, Savich thought.
“My wife?”
“Yes, what do they think of her, Thomas? I’m simply interested because, like August and me, Charlotte is much younger than you. Does this disturb your parents?”
“They have no problem at all with Charlotte. My mother thinks she’s beautiful. As a matter of fact, she is always telling me Charlotte is well-meaning, a positive influence on me.”
Since Julia had brought up Charlotte, maybe it was time— maybe—and so Savich said, “Mr. Pallack, speaking of your wife, when did you last speak to your brother-in-law, David Caldicott?”
To everyone’s surprise, Thomas Pallack shoved back from his desk, bounded to his feet. He was quick for his age. “What is this about, Agent Savich?”
Surely this show of temper was over the top. Savich said easily, “It simply came to mind, sir. I gather you are aware your brother-in-law failed to show up for the symphony performance last night. His girlfriend has reported him missing.”
Pallack sucked in lots of air,