I said, "How much do you know about the situation at Wood/Warren?"
She gestured impatiently. "Business is a bore. I use that section of the paper to line the cat box."
"You have no interest in the family split?"
"What split? You mean with Lance? I have nothing invested one way or the other. He and Ebony disagree. She wants me to vote with her. The way she explains it, it's to my advantage. Lance will have a fit, of course, but who gives a shit? He's had his chance."
"You're siding with her?"
"Who knows? Probably. She's smarter than he is and it's time for new blood. He's got his head in the toilet half the time."
"Meaning what?"
"Let me give you the lowdown on my brother, honey-bun. He's a salesman at heart. He can charm your socks off when it suits him. He's enthusiastic about anything that interests him, which isn't much. He has no head for figures. Absolutely none. He hates sitting in an office and he can't stand routine. He's good at generating business and lousy at follow-through. End transmission."
"You've seen this firsthand or is this Ebony's claim?"
"I hear about what happens at the plant every day. Terry's a workaholic and most of what he talks about is business."
"How do he and Lance get along?"
"They knock heads all the time. Terry's obsessive. It drives him crazy when people fuck up. Excuse the scien-tific term. Lance has poor judgment. Everyone knows that. Meet the woman he married if you have any doubts."
"What about the rest of the family? Can't they vote him out?"
"Nope. The rest of us combined only own forty-nine percent of the stock. Ebony wants to put the squeeze on him, but she can't actually force him out. She can bring him to heel, which I suspect is what she wants."
"I take it Bass isn't involved since he lives in New York."
"He shows up for board meetings occasionally. He enjoys playing mogul, but he's harmless enough. He and Lance are usually thick."
"Who will Ashley side with?"
"She could go either way. Obviously, Ebony's hoping she can persuade us all to mutiny."
"How does your mother feel? This couldn't sit well with her."
"She hates it. She wants Lance in charge. Not because he's good, but because it's less hassle."
"Do you think he's honest?"
"Lance? Are you kidding? No way."
"How do you and he get along?"
"I can't stand him. He's a very tense person and he's soooo paranoid. I hate to be around him. He gets on my nerves. He's my brother and I love him, don't get me wrong. I just don't like him much." She wrinkled her nose. "He always smells like garlic and sweat and that nasty Brut cologne. I don't know why men wear it. Such a turnoff."
"Have you heard any gossip about the warehouse blaze?"
"Just what Terry's told me. You know Lance borrowed money against the company two years ago and now he's losing his shirt. He'd love half a million bucks."
"Oh really. That's the first I heard of it."
She shrugged carelessly. "He went into the printing business, which is foolish in itself. I've heard printing and restaurants are the quickest way to go broke. He's lucky the warehouse burned down. Or is that the point?"
"Why don't you tell me?"
She rested her elbow on her knee and propped her chin up on her fist. "If you're looking for answers, I've just run out. I don't care about Lance. I don't care about Wood/ Warren, to tell you the truth. Sometimes the politics amuse me in a soap-opera kind of way, like Dynasty, but it's still boring stuff."
"What do you care about?"
"Tennis. Travel. Clothes. Golf. What else is there?"
"Sounds like a fun life."
"Actually, it is. I entertain. I do charity work when I have the time. There are people who think I'm a spoiled, lazy bitch, but I have what I want. That's more than most can say. It's the have-nots who wreak havoc. I'm a real pussycat."
"You're fortunate."
"Like they say, there's no such thing as a free ride. I pay a price, believe me."
I could see what an exhausting proposition that must be.
We heard someone at the entrance, then footsteps along the hall. By the time Terry Kohler reached the bed-room door, he was already in the process of removing his coat and tie.
"Hello, Kinsey. Olive mentioned you'd be stopping by. Let me grab a quick shower and then we can talk." He looked at Olive. "Could you fetch us a drink?" he said, his tone peremptory.