CHAPTER
82
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, Travis?” she demanded.
He let the file drop to the desk. “Looking for your phone. Your mother called. She wanted to reach you. I knew you didn’t have your phone with you at the hospital. I was trying to find it. It wasn’t at—”
She held up her hand. “Just stop, okay? Please, just stop. Who cares about a phone or my mother?” She glanced down at what he had been holding. “Wonderful Dr. Wyman.”
“Who?”
“Don’t pull the stupid act, okay? I’m really tired from sucking in all that gas.”
“Okay. Then let’s talk about this, but not with the gun pointed at me.”
“I told you to drop the stupid act. The gun is going nowhere.”
She seemed like a totally different person now. He also had the impression that perhaps the Jill Tapshaw he thought he knew was an act. Maybe this was the real version.
He picked up the file. “You and Sara were having a baby together?”
“That was the plan. It didn’t end well. But you know that, right?”
“And your brother was the sperm donor?”
“Why not? He was perfect.”
“I also understand that he’s dead.”
By the look on her face, Devine wished he hadn’t mentioned that.
“Who told you he was dead?” she said quietly.
“Your mother. I mentioned that I wanted to let him know about your being in the hospital, and that’s when she told me he died.” He paused. “Only she didn’t tell me how he died.”
Tapshaw held up the gun. “He put one of these in his mouth and pulled the fucking trigger.”
“Why would he do that? You said he had everything going for him.”
“Because Dennis desperately wanted to transition to being a woman, and my ‘brilliant’ father couldn’t accept that. That’s why my parents finally divorced. He was awful to Dennis. Never one minute’s peace, never any support. He drove him to suicide. I wanted to kill him, but he ran away to Canada, and nobody knows where he is.”
“Wyman said he didn’t know who the sperm donor was.”
“He didn’t. Neither did Sara, at first.”
“So you and Sara were in love and were having a baby? Why didn’t anyone know about that?”
“You met her parents, so do you really have to ask the question? Sara wasn’t about to tell them about me. And it’s not like my father would have been thrilled with two, as he would see it, alien children.”
“But no one even knew you and Sara were dating? That’s hard to believe.”
“Sara wanted it that way. She wanted to move up in her field.”
“There are lots of gay people in the world of finance.”
“Not that many gay women.” She bit her lip and looked unsure for a moment. “And Sara was . . . confused, it seemed to me, about her sexuality.” Tapshaw’s face twisted angrily. “She needed to make up her mind, so we kept things quiet. Very quiet.”
“So you two broke up? And she terminated the pregnancy. Why?”