Cactus Heart (David Mapstone Mystery 5)

“What did you tell your brothers? That they were going on an adventure with you and Uncle Win?”

“Jack Talbott!”

“Jack Talbott was in the city jail sleeping off a drunk. He was nowhere near the house that night. The boys were taken out by you and your Uncle Win.”

“That was more than fifty years ago,” Yarnell spat.

“And the man who saw it is still alive,” I said, watching the words register on his face. “He’s already signed a statement.”

Yarnell’s mouth opened, a dry paste clinging to his lips. He said, “Paz.”

“Paz saw you and your uncle carry Andrew and Woodrow out to a car and drive away that night.”

“I…”

“How did it go down?” My voice was quiet but still echoed off the walls.

Yarnell found his poise again, folded his arms and looked at me contemptuously. All the Scottsdale charm was gone. I wouldn’t be invited back to the gallery.

“You’re the history professor,” he said. “Tell me a story. I bet it will be a good one. Then I’m going to get the best law firm in Phoenix to sue Maricopa County and you personally for harassment.”

The closeness of the underground chambers seemed to advance on us as I started talking. “How’s this story? Win Yarnell had been thrown out of his father’s company because he couldn’t keep his gambling under control. Then he was thrown out of the will. He staged the kidnapping to get enough money to repay Bravo Juan. Or maybe as leverage to get back into the will. Either way, the twins were the only assets he could grab.”

I stared hard at James Yarnell. “Where does a sixteen-year-old snot-nose kid come in?” I asked. “Maybe you liked to come down here and gamble with your uncle. It must have been very forbidden and exotic to hang out with gangsters, even the small-timers Phoenix was growing then.”

“Jack Talbott…”

“Jack Talbott was an accomplice,” I said. “Nothing more. He was your uncle’s gambling buddy. My guess is that the plan was for Talbott to hold the twins until the money was paid. Maybe he was just the bagman. Either way, somebody screwed up. Talbott implicated your uncle as he was being led to the gas chamber. Only your grandfather’s influence kept it out of the newspapers.”

Yarnell smiled with a perfect set of teeth. “Is that the best you can do?”

“Isn’t that good enough?”

“No,” he said. “To hell with you.” He started up the ladder.

I said quickly, “Maybe you didn’t care about Andy and Woodrow because they weren’t really your brothers.”

He took a hand off the rung and faced me with fury in his blue eyes.

“I have the birth certificates. It names twin boys born on Andy and Woodrow’s birthday in 1937.” A muscle in his neck started throbbing. “The mother is named as Frances Ruth Richie, age twenty. The father is listed as H.W. Yarnell. Senior. Your grandfather. Andy and Woodrow weren’t your brothers. They were your uncles.”

“Those records were sealed!” Yarnell hissed. “No one was supposed to…”

“Frances Richie was Hayden Yarnell’s mistress,” I said. “When I met her, she kept talking about this man she loved, and I assumed it was Jack Talbott. She meant your grandfather.”

“He was an old fool, a dangerous old fool.” He shook his head violently. “And that little whore.”

“Nothing new under the sun,” I said. “Families have been killing each other since Cain and Abel.”

Before he could turn to climb out, I fired my right fist at him, a nasty hook. If it had connected, it would have broken his nose, easy. I was counting on something else.

He caught my fist with his hand, a fast, graceful motion. He was strong, damned strong.

“Appearances are deceiving,” I said. “You’re a lot tougher than you look.”

He pushed my hand away, then drove the flats of his palms into my chest to push me back. “Leave me alone!” he shouted. It hurt like hell, but I wouldn’t let him see it. I cuffed his wrists away with an outward swing of my arms, then I shoved him roughly against the ladder. It clattered but stayed in place.

“You think we’re talking history here, Yarnell? You seem strong enough to drive a stake into a man’s chest. I think you killed your brother. Max started asking questions after we found the remains. You couldn’t have that, could you?”