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A few minutes passed while the pair stood there, swaying in the sand together.
Finally, Valerie pulled away, took a tissue from her pocket and wiped her eyes. “Look, can we just go somewhere a little more private than this. I… I mean…” She took a deep breath. “I should hate you, but I don’t. That first night in the bar when I blew you off, I left there thinking I was the biggest idiot in the world, because I could just sense there was far more to you.” She added quietly, “Far more than I ever saw in my marriage. So can we please just go somewhere?”
“Sure, we can go somewhere, Valerie,” Sean said. He took her hand. “But it can’t be more than that. And I know this is going to sound crazy, but I don’t think you want it to be more than that either.”
“Why?”
“Because I think you’re still in love with your husband.”
“This is really wonderful,” the voice said. “Really special.”
They both looked up at the man as he walked toward them.
“Oh my God!” Valerie hissed.
Ian Whitfield limped across the sand.
Sean stepped in front of Valerie. “This is not really what it looks like, Whitfield.”
Whitfield stopped directly in front of Sean. “You don’t really want to go down that road, do you? Because bullshit lies might make me even more upset than I already am. And that would be quite an accomplishment, I can tell you.”
“Ian, don’t!” Valerie said frantically.
He didn’t even bother looking at her. “You had drinks with my wife, then you had dinner with her and now you’re walking on the beach holding hands. Are you suicidal or just stupid?”
“And if you knew all of that, why am I still standing here? Why didn’t you have your goons take me out after the Mojito at the bar?” Sean took a step back and braced himself as the other man looked ready to start swinging.
“I’m not the mob, King. I don’t have people whacked. I’m just a civil servant working for the American people.”
“Okay, Mr. Civil Servant, piece of advice, work less and spend more
time with your wife. The American people will understand.”
Whitfield glanced over at Valerie, who shrank back. “So you’re a marriage counselor now? I thought you were just an incompetent private investigator.”
“Just trying to do my job.”
“Your job includes seducing my wife?”
“I didn’t seduce your wife. And your wife keeps brushing me off because I think she loves you. Why, I don’t know. So maybe instead of playing the heavy with me, you and she might want to find some place private and talk it out. It’s up to you, big guy.”
Whitfield took a step back. Sean glanced at Valerie. “You want me to stay?”
She shook her head and mouthed the word, “No.”
Sean looked back at Whitfield. “Don’t blow it.”
Sean marched off leaving Whitfield and Valerie looking at each other as the beach wind swept over them.
CHAPTER
70
MICHELLE SAT ON THE FRONT PORCH steps of Alicia’s cottage. Horatio had left and Viggie’s sobs could still be heard from inside the house. Finally, Michelle rose, stepped inside and spent a minute plunking a nameless tune on the piano. The sobs finally stopped. Michelle took a deep breath and headed up.
She didn’t bother to knock on Viggie’s door, she just went in. Viggie was lying on the bed on her stomach, her head underneath a pillow. Her body was still shaking with grief. Michelle gently lifted the pillow off. Now Michelle could hear that Viggie was reciting numbers, very long numbers.
Michelle thought to herself, She lost her father and I’ve treated her like shit. Never really bothered to understand how much she’s hurting.
