“It’s no problem at all. I’ll just . . .”
She trailed off as Felicity came in, another glass in her hand. “Anna, you left your coffee in the kitchen.” Felicity passed the glass, then walked straight to Eve. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Both of you. I’m absolutely riveted by the Icove story, and desperately hoping you’re here to ask me to consult on some fascinating murder.”
She laughed when she said it, bright and easy, and obviously not at all serious. She wore her hair short and brightly red, and her eyes, a deep, dark green, held warmth and ease.
“Actually, Doctor VanWitt, we’d like to ask you some questions about Winston Dudley.” And Eve watched that warmth and ease die.
“Winnie? I don’t know what I could tell you. I haven’t seen him in years.”
“You were engaged at one time.”
“Yes.” The smile remained in place, strained at the corners. “That was practically another life.”
“Then you can tell us about that life.” Deliberately Eve picked up her coffee, sat.
“I’ll just be in the kitchen,” Anna began.
“No, please stay. Anna’s family,” Felicity said. “I’d like her to stay.”
“That’s fine. How did you meet Dudley?”
“At a party, at my cousin’s—at Patrice Delaughter’s. She knew him a little. She was seeing Sylvester Moriarity, and in fact became engaged shortly after the party. Winnie and I started seeing each other, and were engaged for a short time.”
“Why short?”
“I wish you’d tell me why this matters to anyone. It was nearly fifteen years ago.”
“I wonder why it’s difficult for you to talk about it, after almost fifteen years.”
Now Felicity sat, picked up her coffee for a long, slow sip as she studied Eve. “What has he done?”
“What makes you think he’s done anything?”
“I’m a psychologist.” Both her face and her voice sharpened. “You and I can play cryptic all day long.”
“I can only tell you he’s connected to an investigation, and my partner and I are conducting background checks. Your name came up.”
“Well, as I said, I haven’t seen or spoken to him in a very long time.”
“Bad breakup?”
“Not particularly.” Her gaze shifted away from Eve’s. “We simply didn’t suit.”
“Why are you afraid of him?”
“I’ve no reason to be afraid of him.”
“Now?”
She re-angled in her chair. Stalling, Eve noted, trying to pick the right words, the right attitude.
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nbsp; “I don’t know that I had any reason to be afraid of him then. You’re not here because you’re doing simple background, because he’s connected to an investigation. You’re investigating him. I think it’s reasonable for me to know what and why before I tell you anything.”
“Two people are dead. Is that enough?”
Felicity closed her eyes, lifted a hand. Without a word, Anna moved over to sit on the arm of the chair, take that hand in hers.