Chapter
Forty-nine
Ben
looked up at the knock on his door. Since Janelle was in his dad’s office, she
couldn’t screen visitors. He rubbed a weary hand over his forehead. He wasn’t
getting anything done today. “Come in.”
The
door opened, and the scent of perfume entered his office with Corrine Hackle.
She must have just sprayed some on.
“Hello, Ben.” Holding a black purse under her arm, Corrine
was dressed in a shiny red satin blouse and pencil-thin black skirt.
“Uh,
hello. Have a seat, Corrine.” He motioned to one of the two chairs in front of
his desk. “What can I do for you?”
The
air stirred as she gracefully sat down, and Ben almost sneezed at the sweet
smell.
She
leaned forward. “I was hoping you would accompany me to lunch. There’s a
new restaurant between here and St. Louis that has marvelous entrees. My treat,
of course.”
He
took a deep breath, and coughed. “Sorry, I have too much work today.” Was she
here to take another stab at asking him to liquidate his company and work for
her? He needed to put her on the
defensive. “You know, there’s a few people around here who think you murdered
my dad.”
Her
painted lips parted. “Ben—”
“I
never did get a clear testimony about what happened between you and Dad that
day. Sheriff Horton says you were closed-mouth when he talked to you, too.”
She
sat back and folded her arms. “What happened between your father and me is no
one’s business but our own.”
“Except
that he was murdered, Corrine—and the bra was made by your company, and the
scent of your perfume was in his office.”
“Someone
tried to frame me. Isn’t that obvious?”
“But
you were in his office that
afternoon. I’d like to know what you were doing there.”
She
huffed out a breath. “All right, I confess.”
Ben
raised his eyebrows. “You killed him?”
“I
confess—that Jed Thorne was the only man I ever loved.” Her eyes brightened
with tears. “I know your father was ruthless, and he had other women, but he
loved me, Ben.” She sniffed. “And I loved him. In fact, we were talking about
getting married, and then—” She pulled a tissue from her purse and covered
her nose. “His murder ruined my whole life.”
Ben
sat back. Married? Corrine Hackle as his stepmother? Was she telling the
truth?
If not, she was a very
convincing liar.
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I like the perfume part, it's very realistic. :)
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