The 9th Judgment - James Patterson [22]
“One of life’s mysteries,” she said.
“What you meant to say was, ‘I’ll make it up to you tonight, sweetie.’ Isn’t that right?”
Sarah ducked Trevor’s glare and dipped her spoon into the bowl of cereal. She was going to have to step up the schedule. Maybe it wasn’t right, but she was going to get rich or go to jail.
There really wasn’t any other choice.
Chapter 28
SARAH WENT THROUGH the yard. Everything was dark except for the twinkle of the small light on the back porch, and where moonlight filtered through the tree limbs. The light was a signal that the back door was unlocked behind the screen.
The door swung open under Sarah’s hand, and she walked quietly up to the woman who was washing some dishes in the sink. Sarah put her arms around the woman’s waist and said, “Don’t scream.”
“Wow. You got here fast,” Heidi said, spinning around.
“Terror was passed out, as usual,” Sarah said, kissing Heidi, swaying with her in the dim light of the kitchen. “Where’s Beastly?” she asked, referring to Heidi’s husband.
Heidi reached up to a cabinet, took out two glasses, and said to Sarah, “You know what he always says. ‘Anywhere but here.’ Want to get the bottle out of the fridge?”
The staircase creaked under their feet, and so did the floorboards in the hallway that led past the kids’ room to a dormered bedroom at the back of the second floor.
“How long can you stay?” Heidi asked. She turned up the baby monitor, then unbuttoned her pale-yellow sweater and stepped out of her jeans.
Sarah shrugged. “If he wakes up and finds me gone, what’s he going to do? Call the police?”
Heidi undressed Sarah, carefully undid the oversize shirt one slow button at a time, unzipped the low-riding jeans, marveled as she ran her hands over Sarah’s lean runner’s body. Sarah was so strong.
“Your body is the next best thing to having a body like this myself,” Heidi said.
“You’re perfect. I love everything about you.”
“That was my line. Get into the bed, now. Go on.”
Heidi handed Sarah a glass and eased in next to her love, her sweetheart. The two women got comfortable in the iron bedstead under the eaves, Heidi putting a hand on Sarah’s thigh, Sarah drawing Heidi closer under her protective arm.
“So what’s on our travelogue tonight?” Heidi asked.
Sarah had a list of three places, but she had a special feeling about Palau. She told Heidi, “It’s so far from anywhere. You can swim naked in these amazing grottoes. Nobody cares about who you are,” she said.
“No problems with a quartet of two women, two kids?”
“We’ll say we’re sisters. You’re widowed.”
“Oh, because the family resemblance is so strong?”
“Sisters-in-law, then.”
“Okay. And about the language? What is it?”
“Palauan, of course. But they speak English, too.”
“All right, then. To life in Palau,” Heidi said, touching Sarah’s glass with hers. They sipped and kissed with their eyes open, then the glasses were put aside and they reached for each other, Heidi listening to the baby monitor, Sarah with an eye to the window, fear driving their passion into high gear.
As Heidi stripped off Sarah’s panties, Sarah was thinking, We can escape as soon as the last jobs are done. As soon as the jewels are sold.
“Sarah?”
“I’m here, Heidi. Thinking of the future.”
“Come to me now.”
Sarah had a sudden thought. She should tell Heidi about that woman and child she’d heard about who were killed in a parking garage, warn her to be very careful—but a second later, the thought faded and another came into focus.
She would sell everything but that yellow stone. One day soon, she’d give it to Heidi.
Chapter 29
IT WAS EIGHT in the morning when Jacobi dragged his chair into the center of the room and called us together. Yuki sat beside me. Claire stood behind Jacobi, arms crossed over her chest, just as emotionally invested in the young, deceased Darren Benton as Yuki was in Casey Dowling.
I noticed the stranger sitting in a metal chair in the corner: suntanned white