Simple Genius (Sean King & Michelle Maxwell 3)

Michelle looked at him. “Which is?”

“Valerie Messaline.”

Hayes groaned. “Damn. I was afraid you were going to say that.”

CHAPTER

49

HORATIO BARNES SHOOK HANDS with Viggie as Alicia Chadwick nervously watched. They were in the small parlor at the B&B where Horatio was staying.

Before Horatio could say anything Viggie sprang up and settled herself in front of the small upright piano situated in one corner of the room. She began to play. Horatio rose and joined her on the bench. As she played away, he said, “Mind if I jump in?”

She shook her head and he waited a moment, studying her rhythm and then began playing smoothly. They performed a duet for about five minutes and then Viggie abruptly stopped. “I’m done.” She plopped back in the chair while Horatio resumed his seat across from her, studying her carefully.

“You’re an excellent pianist,” Horatio said. “And I hear you’re quite the whiz at math too.”

“Numbers are fun,” Viggie said. “I like them because if you add the same numbers up you always get the same answers. There aren’t many things that do that.”

“Meaning life is too unpredictable? Yes, I’d agree with that. So numbers feel very safe to you?”

Viggie nodded absently and looked around the room.

Horatio continued to study her while she did so. Body cues were often as important as verbal communication in his field. He asked a few preliminary questions about her life at Babbage Town. Horatio had intended to tread carefully around the subject of Monk Turing, but Viggie’s next words exploded that strategy.

“Monk is dead. Did you know that?” Viggie asked him. She plunged on before he could answer. “He was my father.”

“I know, I heard. I’m very sorry. I’m sure you loved him very much.”

Viggie nodded, picked up an apple from a bowl on the table next to her and began eating it.

“And how about your mother?”

Viggie stopped chewing. “I don’t have a mother.”

“Everyone has a mother. Do you mean she’s dead?”

Viggie shrugged. “I mean I don’t have a mother. Monk would’ve told me.”

Horatio glanced at Alicia, who looked pained by this exchange. She shook her head helplessly at him.

“So you remember nothing about her?”

“About who?”

“Your mother.”

“You’re not listening. I don’t have a mother.”

“Okay, what did you like to do with your father? He was good at numbers too, right? Did you play games with numbers, maybe?”

Viggie swallowed a bite of apple and nodded. “All the time. He said I was smarter than he was. And he knew about quantum physics. Do you know about that?”

“My IQ is not where it needs to be to understand that particular field.”

“I understood it. I understand lots of things people don’t think I do.”

Horatio glanced over at Alicia, who nodded at him encouragingly.