The In Death Collection Books 26-29 - J.D. Robb [35]
“Did you both adhere to those terms?”
Ava looked away. “I did. Over the last few months I suspected…I thought Tommy might have been bringing women into the house while I was away. I found some lingerie in my drawer, another woman’s lingerie Greta must have laundered and put away believing it was mine. Some of my perfume went missing. Little things.”
“Did you confront him?”
“No. I was hurt, I admit it. Hurt and disappointed. Angry, too. I’d decided to take the time during this trip with my friends to decide how to handle it. He let someone into our home, and now he’s dead.” Her hand fisted in her lap. “I’m so angry with him, so angry with him for leaving me over this.”
“Do you know the names or the agencies of the professionals he used?”
“No. We’d agreed not to bring that up. It was outside. It wasn’t us. It was outside of us.”
“But your payments to Charles Monroe came out of your debit account where your husband could see them.”
She let out a half laugh. “Tommy never looked at my personal accounts.”
“Did you look at his?”
Color rose into her face again. “Yes, I did. I did when I suspected he was bringing women home. I couldn’t find anything there. I’m not sure what I’d have done if I had.”
“How did you select Charles Monroe?”
“My friend Sasha recommended him. She knows. Unlike Brigit, Sasha’s very open. Even a little wild, by some standards. She told me he was very smooth, very skilled, and very discreet. I was a nervous wreck the first time I went to him. He put me very much at ease.”
“Is he the only LC you’ve engaged?”
“Yes. I liked him, trusted him. I could think of our appointments as going to a therapist.”
“Are you willing to give consent for Mr. Monroe to speak to us about your relationship?”
“Oh God.” Ava pressed a hand to her face. “I suppose there’s no place for pride or privacy any longer. Yes, I’ll consent to that. In return, I need your word you’ll keep as much of this private business out of the media.”
“You can have my word on that.”
“I’ll have to tell Bridge,” Ava murmured. “I’m going to disappoint her.”
“Mrs. Plowder strikes me as a woman who sticks,” Peabody said, and Ava smiled a little.
“Yes, you’re right. She is. She does. Am I to blame for this? Am I responsible? If I’d been more open, more flexible about what he wanted, Tommy would still be alive, wouldn’t he? I keep asking myself that.”
“The killer’s responsible, Mrs. Anders. That’s your answer.” Eve rose. “Thank you for your time and cooperation.”
When they stood inside the hammered steel of the elevator, Peabody shook her head. “Tough spot for her, the guilt on top of the grief. She can’t help but ask herself is this because she has sexual hang-ups, or because he went over-the-top. Since he’s the one who’s dead, she’s probably going to settle on door number one.”
Eve only said, “Hmm.” When they hit the lobby, she dug out a card. “Thanks again, Detective.” She offered her hand, then the card to Frank. “You can reach me at any of those contacts, should something strike you.”
“Can do.” He tucked it into a pocket. “Luck, Lieutenant. Detective.”
“Yeah,” Eve muttered, striding to the car, “we’re going to need it.” She got behind the wheel. “Sounds like the vic took a hell of a turn after, what, more than a dozen years of marriage.”
“Happens, doesn’t it? Divorce litters the land, so does adultery. And LCs do good business for a reason.”
“All true.” Eve danced her fingers along the steering wheel. “Marriage is mostly a sucker bet.”
“Spoken by the woman with Dream