The FBI Thrillers Collection Books 1-5 - Catherine Coulter [444]
The good Lord give me patience, Molly thought, looking upward. “We were talking about the fact that my father and Rule Shaker are trying to kill each other. Why didn’t I ever know about this? Why don’t the police know about this? What happened between them?”
“I don’t know about the police, dear. Surely they know. The split was no secret. As for you, why would you have ever known? The split happened when you were a little girl. Just before I left your father, actually. It was only a year later that Rule’s wife left him.”
“Do you know what happened?”
“Yes, dear. I don’t suppose it matters now. You’re all grown up with a daughter of your own. Rule Shaker wanted me to sleep with him, but you see, I was in love with your father. Too, I didn’t really care for him. Rule looked like a gangster, if you know what I mean, the kind of gangster Hollywood put on the screen if they wanted no sympathy for the character, the kind who smokes. Your father never did look like anything but an aristocrat. He still does, in the photos I’ve seen of him over the years.”
“But what happened?”
“Your father walked in on us. Rule Shaker was trying to force me, actually, and in a very crude way. Being a man, your father blamed me as well as his friend. It was the end of our marriage and the end of their friendship and business dealings. It was a very difficult time.”
“I remember we went to Italy,” Molly said slowly. “That was just after this had happened?”
“That’s right. But it’s a long time in the past, twenty years. Now, Molly, let me speak to Emma. I would like all of you to come to Italy for Thanksgiving. No worry about giving anyone a gift they won’t like, just a very good meal. Our cook here, Magdalana, is just excellent. She’d never cooked a turkey in her life until she came to me. Will you come?”
“I’ll have to get back to you on that, Mom.”
“Oh, yes, I did see a photo of your father in Time magazine, with his wife. It appears he’s going to live, yet again. Well, I suppose that’s good. After all, he did remove the threat from Emma.”
“He had Dickerson murdered, Mother,” Molly said, then realized she was a damned hypocrite and said quickly, “Although I wanted to kill him myself. You’re right. No matter what else Father is, he did save Emma from a horrible experience in the courtroom, at the very least.”
“Well, he still should be careful, don’t you think?”
“Naturally,” Molly said. “I don’t think Rule Shaker is the kind of man to give up. I’m sure Father knows him well enough to realize that as well.”
“Oh yes, he’ll think he’s being careful, but it isn’t Rule I’m talking about. I just hope your father knows what he’s doing.”
“Doing about what?”
“Well, dear, it’s his wife. I hadn’t realized whom he’d married. In fact, it seems incredible to me that he would marry her, but evidently he didn’t see any harm. Men are strange, don’t you think? They think with their penises. That’s what my mother always told me.”
Molly shook her head. “I don’t understand, Mom. What’s strange about Eve? Admittedly she’s younger than I am, but many older men have trophy wives, and yeah, I’d probably agree that most men do think with their dicks.”
“Molly, dear, that’s such a crude word. Now, that isn’t what I meant. There was so much bad blood between your father and Rule Shaker and it just kept getting worse. They went after the same deals. Sometimes one would win, sometimes the other, but the rivalry has just gotten stronger over the years. That’s why this is such a surprise.”
“What’s such a surprise?” Molly rolled her eyes toward Ramsey, who raised a black eyebrow.
“Your father’s wife, dear. Eve. There was an excellent photo of her in Time magazine, just after your father was shot that first time. Didn’t you know, dear? She’s Rule Shaker’s eldest daughter.”
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MOLLY WALKED INTO her father’s magnificent