The FBI Thrillers Collection Books 1-5 - Catherine Coulter [496]
She rose slowly to her feet. She took a hard breath, her face set. “I’m not lying to you. That’s exactly how I met Jilly. I don’t personally know much of anything about infertility. How long does it take for someone to become concerned about not conceiving? I haven’t a clue. Maybe she’s been trying for quite a while and just didn’t tell you. That’s certainly possible, isn’t it? Jilly might not have been very well educated, but she wasn’t stupid.”
“You really believe Jilly was uneducated?”
“That’s what she told me. She said she barely scraped through high school, said that one of her teachers wanted to get in her pants and so he passed her, helped her graduate. She was always talking about how brilliant Paul was, what a genius he was, and how she was content to just be in the background and take care of him. I thought that was ridiculous, but it was what Jilly really believed, evidently what she really wanted. She said she wanted his child. She asked if I could begin to imagine how bright his child would be? Then she’d shudder and say that if the kid had her brains and her no-talent they’d all be in big trouble. I didn’t tell her that I think Paul is too skinny, doesn’t take proper care of himself, that he’s losing his hair, and that I hope he doesn’t pass that along to a kid.”
If she was lying, I’d never in my life heard anyone better. I said, “This is all pretty strange, Laura. I guess then Jilly never told you that she’s a scientist, a researcher with a master’s degree in pharmacology? That she’d completed all her course work for her Ph.D. but put it on hold because she was more interested in the projects she was doing than writing a silly thesis, her words?
“Why would she lie to you? Why would Paul back up her lie when you were with the both of them? Come on, Laura, if someone saw you last night, you’d better dredge him or her up because, frankly, I don’t believe you. There’s no proof of any crime yet, no proof that someone took Jilly from the hospital against her will, but as far as I’m concerned, I’d say you need an alibi.”
“Wh-what?”
I thought Laura was going to pass out. She turned utterly white and leaned at the last minute against a white wall, barely missing a mirror with a brightly colored frame. She was shaking her head slowly, back and forth. The thing was, I wanted to comfort her, to hold her and pat her back. I wanted to bury my face in that long straight hair of hers.
“Squawk.”
She looked wildly over at Nolan and spread her hands in front of her. “No, you’re making that up, Mac. Jilly told me she was a housewife, that she didn’t have a single skill. I always just laughed at her when she went off on those self-bashing kicks of hers. She was so very beautiful, you see, and she had this natural confidence that made everyone respond so eagerly and positively to her. She was bright, well spoken. I can’t believe it. A scientist? A master’s degree?” She looked suddenly as if she was going to cry. She was still shaking her head, her hair swinging. She looked shaken and confused. It couldn’t be an act, I told myself. No one was this good.
“I was sleeping all evening, all night. I was alone. Why did Jilly lie to me?”
I said, “Paul told me there was no party at all last Tuesday night, the night of Jilly’s supposed accident. He said that they ate dinner alone. He said that Jilly left at nine o’clock to drive around in her Porsche and he was in his laboratory, working.
“He also admitted, finally, that he hadn’t slept with you, that he’d wanted to but you weren’t interested.”
She looked like a blind person, feeling her way along the back of two chairs until she finally collapsed onto a section of the sofa. She lowered her head to her hands, her hair falling forward. “This is crazy,” she whispered