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“Maybe. But maybe not.”
“I guess I’ll never know,” she said wanly. “In any case, she was suddenly gone. Essentially, so was Dad. He was never the same. Before, he drank an occasional beer. Two at most. I guess you could say that he began drowning his sorrow.
“He fooled himself into thinking that he covered it well, that no one knew, not even Lisa and me. But of course we did. That Easter weekend wasn’t the first time he had left us without notice and stayed away from home for days at a stretch.”
“Was he drinking that Saturday?”
“At the time, I didn’t think so. I remember being glad of it. I was wishing for an Easter without Lisa and me pretending not to notice that he was drunk. Functioning, but drunk. We had to do that a lot.”
With the tip of her finger, she traced the wood grain pattern of the table. “In hindsight, I suppose he was steadily drinking all day. But when he gave me that goodbye kiss, I didn’t smell liquor on him.”
Ledge asked when she’d learned about the store burglary and Foster’s death.
“Dad still hadn’t returned by Monday. Lisa was on spring break from college, but because she had to take care of me, there were no trips to Padre or Cancún for her. She planned to spend that week working on a paper that was due when classes resumed. The school bus picked me up that morning as usual.” Ruefully, she added, “I didn’t know it then, but that was the end of my usual. Forever.
“When the bus dropped me off that afternoon, there were several squad cars parked in front of our house. The officers had come to question Dad about his whereabouts on Saturday night.”
Ledge said, “The burglary at Welch’s had been discovered that Monday morning when employees reported for work. Only one was unaccounted for.”
“Mr. Foster,” she said. “Dad’s employment at the store was short-lived. He didn’t take his dismissal well, called it unjust. He was particularly bitter toward Mr. Foster.”
“Why?”
“His termination had come from higher-ups, but it was Foster who’d hand-delivered Dad his severance check.”
“Huh.”
That was a previously unknown fact that Ledge tucked away for further review.
“According to people who witnessed the exchange,” Arden said, “Dad was verbally abusive to Foster.”
“So, when the human remains found in the lake were identified as his, and Joe Maxwell and the stolen cash were nowhere to be found…”
She raised a shoulder. “The logical conclusion was that Dad was the culprit, that possibly he’d coerced or blackmailed Mr. Foster into opening the store and the safe, then killed him.”
“That’s the logical conclusion, yes. But do you believe it?”
“No.” When he continued to look hard at her, she repeated the denial. “Dad drank. He would get emotional and sentimental, but never violent. Not once. It wasn’t in his nature.”
“Sober, maybe.”
She gave a stern shake of her head. “Even drunk. He was maudlin, but never mean.”
“It was well known that he was struggling financially.”
“That’s true,” she said. “It’s possible that Dad had become desperate enough to clean out the store safe with Brian Foster’s help. I could almost accept that. But I don’t believe Dad could have killed him aft
erward. He didn’t have it in him to kill anybody, no matter the circumstances.”
“Arden,” he said softly, “with half a million dollars at stake, circumstances can turn ugly in a heartbeat.”
Chapter 17
That night in 2000—Brian Foster
“…in addition to hiding the money,” Rusty said, “we need a fall guy.”
“Someone to take the blame?”
