The Bone House - Brian Freeman [84]
Amy sat on the edge of the sofa with her hands in her lap. She thought she looked like a woman at a tea party, with a yardstick up the back of her dress. Relax, she told herself.
Gary sat down in the armchair and crossed his legs. He wore a burgundy button-down shirt, black slacks, and dress shoes. The skin on his mostly bald scalp was suntanned. On his left hand, she noticed the glint of silver where he still wore a wedding ring. He never took his eyes off her. She crossed her arms over her chest when she noticed his gaze drifting to her breasts. It made no difference. She may as well have been stark naked.
'You did really well in Naples,' Gary told her. 'You bring a real athleticism to your routines. It's a pleasure to watch you perform. I mean, let's face it, there's a sensual quality to dance, and the best dancers know how to exploit it.'
'I don't really think about that,' Amy said.
'No, of course not, it comes naturally. I can see it in the grace with which you move your body.'
Amy played with her curls and felt uncomfortable. 'Thanks.'
Gary stood up again. 'I was about to open a bottle of wine. Would you like a glass? Our little secret.'
'Um, sure, I suppose. Not much, though, I still have to drive.'
'I'll be right back,' he told her. 'The TV is inside the big cabinet there. I've got the DVD of the team performances in the machine. Check it out.'
'Yeah, OK.'
Gary retreated from the living room, and she heard his shoes on the hardwood floor of the foyer. She hurried to the doorway. She heard Gary in the kitchen on the other end of the hallway, behind a swinging door. On her left was a wide winding staircase with a wrought-iron banister leading to the second floor. She noticed a roll-top desk in the foyer with envelopes sticking out of cubbyholes, and she pulled out several of the envelopes to see what they were. Most were bills and bank statements. She wanted something, anything, to connect Gary to Glory Fischer, but she didn't know where to look. Quickly, she yanked his Verizon bill out of the open envelope, but before she could review the dialed numbers, she heard the clink of crystal in the kitchen. She stuffed the bill and envelope back into the slot and ran back into the living room. She could feel a flush on her face, and she was breathing heavily.
Gary strolled into the room with two glasses of wine in his hands. 'You didn't turn on the TV?' he asked.
'I couldn't find the remote,' Amy said.
'It's right on top of the cabinet,' he said, smiling.
'Oh, duh. Sure.'
'You OK?' he asked, noticing her jittery demeanor.
'Yeah, I'm fine.'
He opened the walnut doors of the cabinet, revealing a wide-screen television inside. He clicked on the power and pushed the play button on the DVD machine. Amy saw the arena at the Naples hotel and heard the chatter of the crowd in the bleachers. On screen, girls from her Green Bay team were rehearsing before their first event. She recognized herself, doing stretches on the mat, her legs spread apart. Gary's camera seemed to focus on her body.
Gary handed her a glass of wine. 'Here you go.'
'Thanks.'
He clinked her glass. 'To you, Amy.'
She drank a sip. The wine was cold and dry. 'This is great.'
'I'm glad you like it.'
'That was quite the week in Florida,' Amy said.
'I love Naples. Someday I'd love to get a condo down there.'
'Yeah, that would be great.' She drank more wine in a nervous gulp. 'Did you hear about what happened on Saturday night? A Wisconsin girl got killed. Pretty scary.'
Gary sat down in the old armchair again and swirled the wine in his glass. 'I did hear about it. Terrible.'
'She was from Door County. That's not far away.'
'No, it's not.'
'I saw her picture in the paper. I think I saw the girl in the hotel.'
'Really? You saw her?'
'Yeah, what about you? Do you remember her?'
Gary shook his head. 'No.'
'I suppose when you're around a couple hundred teenage girls, they all start to look alike.'
'If she was on one of the other teams, I'm sure I would have noticed her.'
'Yeah, probably. It makes you think,