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“How did it go?” Bell asked in the car. “Still want to be a newspaperwoman?”
“More than ever. The interview was amazing. I can’t thank you enough for getting me in. I read every day and stayed awake half the nights typing up my shorthand notes. Rockefeller told E. M. Hock stories no one’s ever read anywhere. No wonder they locked it up until he died.”
“Edna could get a rhinoceros to confess its life history,” said Bell. “She’d have made a great detective . . . As would you.”
“I don’t want to be a detective. I want to be a reporter like her. Did you know that when JDR was almost seventy years old, he personally negotiated a right-of-way for a pipe line across Persia right under the nose of the Czar of Russia?”
“I always wondered,” said Bell. “Very little of it made the papers at the time. They were all worried about a revolution.”
“Did you know that he traveled to Baku with Van Dorn detectives for bodyguards?”
“That’s an old Van Dorn legend . . . Did he happen to mention which detectives?”
“He told E. M. Hock he could not reveal their names in case they had to operate clandestinely on another case . . . Daddy, do you think Rockefeller deserved to be the most hated man in America?”
“What do the interviews tell you?” Bell countered.
“E. M. Hock wrote in her introduction that she had a personal prejudice because of JDR’s business dealings with her father. Having admitted that, she then said that she thought he deserved to be the most hated man in America. But he kept saying everything he did was right. And he really seemed to believe it. What do you think?”
Bell said, “He brought kerosene light to ordinary people, which allowed them to read and learn at night after work. He did it by imposing order on chaos. He thought he was smarter than most people, which he was. But he was not smart enough to know when to stop.”
“. . . Dad?”
“What?”
“Did you actually know Edna Matters?”
“Miss Matters and I were friends.”
“Friends?” His daughter’s inquiring eyebrow arched as sharply as a miniature Matterhorn.
He ran up and down the Bugatti’s gears while he pondered his reply. She would make a good reporter or a good detective; she was not afraid to ask hard questions.
“Before I met your mother.”
His fierce blue eyes took on a tinge of violet as he recalled trying to “save” Edna from blaming herself for not seeing something that would have somehow given her the power to stop her father and her sister from becoming monsters.
Bell downshifted to pass a New York State Police car.
After the siren faded behind him, he let go of the shifter to take his daughter’s hand and answered with the authority of a man who had known since the 1906 San Francisco Earthquake for whom his heart was spoken.
“I think you know how I feel about your mother.”
“You’re nuts for her.”
“From the day we met.”
