"I was. I just got back and I need to talk to Mr. Lafferty."
She let that sink in. "I suppose you might as well come in." She stepped aside to let me enter, frowning with annoyance when she caught sight of Rags. She barred him with a quick foot and pushed him out of the way. That's the kind of person she was, a cat-kicker. What a bitch. As I stepped into the foyer, I spotted a small overnight case sitting near the door. She'd set her purse on the console table and she paused to check her reflection in the mirror, adjusting an earring and an errant strand of hair. She opened her purse, apparently searching for her keys. "Nord's not here. He collapsed this morning and I had to call the paramedics. He's been admitted to Saint Terry's. I'm on my way over to take him his toiletries and robe."
"What happened?"
"Well, he's desperately ill," she said, as though I'd been stupid to inquire. "All this upset over Reba has taken its toll."
"Is she here?"
"Of course not. She's never here when he needs her. That's a job that falls to Freddy or me." Her smile was self-satisfied and brittle, her manner brisk. "Well now. What can we do for you?"
"Is he allowed to have visitors?"
"You must not have heard me. He's ill. He shouldn't be disturbed."
"That wasn't what I asked. What floor is he on?"
"He's on the cardiac ward. If you insist, I suppose you could speak to his private-duty nurse. What is it you want?"
"He asked me to do a job. I'd like to give him my report."
"I'd prefer you didn't."
"But I don't work for you. I work for him," I said.
"She's in trouble again, isn't she?"
"I guess you could say that."
"You don't understand what this has done to him. He's had to rescue her all his life. Reba keeps putting him in the same position. She sets it up so that if he doesn't step in, she'll be doomed, or so she'd like him to think. I'm sure she'd deny this, but she's really still a child, doing anything she can to get her father's attention. If anything happened to her, he'd forever blame himself."
"He's her father. He gets to help her if he wants."
"Well, I may have put an end to that."
"How so?"
"I called Priscilla Holloway, Reba's parole officer. I thought she should be aware of what's been going on. I'm sure Reba's been drinking and probably gambling as well. I told Ms. Holloway Reba left the state, and she was furious."
"You'll get her sent back to prison."
"That's my hope. We'd all be better off, including her."
"Great. That's perfect. Who else did you tattle to?" I meant the question as a piece of sarcasm, but the silence that followed suggested I'd scored an unexpected bull's-eye. I stared at her. "Is that how Beck found out where she was?"
She dropped her gaze. "We had a conversation on the subject."
"You told him?"
"That's right. And I'd do it again."
"When was this?"
"Thursday. He came to the house. Nord was sleeping so I spoke to him myself. He'd been looking for her and he was very concerned. He said he didn't want to cause a problem, but he thought she'd taken something. He was quite uncomfortable and I had to work very hard persuading him to tell me what it was. He finally admitted she stole twenty-five thousand dollars. He said he didn't want to make trouble, but I thought that was nonsense and told him where she was."
"How'd you get Misty's address?"
"I didn't have her address, I had yours. Nord scribbled a note to himself the night you called. The Paradise Motel. I saw it written on the pad beside his bed."
"Lucinda, Beck manipulated you. Don't you see that?"
"Hardly. He's a lovely man. After what she did to him, I'd have told him even if he hadn't asked."
"Do you have any idea what you've done? A man was kidnapped because of you."
She laughed, tucking her purse under one arm as she picked up the overnight case. "No one was kidnapped" she said, as though the notion were absurd. "Really. You're just like her, creating drama where there is none. Everything's a crisis. Everything's the end of the world. It's never anything she's done. She's always the victim, always expecting someone else to pick up after her. Well, this time she'll have to take responsibility. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get over to the hospital and leave these items for Nord."