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“Emory is highly regarded among her colleagues.”
“I read about her going to Haiti after the hurricane,” Knight said. “Volunteered for weeks at a time.”
“She’s made three trips and is planning to go again when she can work it into her schedule.”
Grange wiped sugar glaze off his fingertips with a paper napkin. “What does she do about her practice when she takes off like that?”
“Other pediatricians cover for her, and they’re glad to do it because she never forgets a favor and always returns it.”
“Sounds like she’s got a kind spirit,” Knight said as he reached into the box for a second doughnut. “A genuine humanitarian.”
“She is, which is just one of the reasons why I love her. But with all due respect,” Jeff said as he folded his half-eaten doughnut into a napkin and replaced the cap on his Styrofoam cup of coffee, “you’re telling me things about my wife that I already know. When are you going to tell me something that I don’t know? Like why you can’t find her and what’s being done to remedy that.”
“We’re working on it.”
“So you’ve said. Dozens of times. But I see no evidence of it.”
“There weren’t any developments overnight. We’re hoping for better luck today.”
“You’re depending on luck? Jesus.”
He turned away from the rearview mirror, choosing to look out the window rather than into Knight’s woeful eyes. They had exited the main highway and were now on one with only two opposing lanes and an occasional passing lane. It was a twisty road, the curves coming so frequently that the backseat ride was making Jeff carsick.
“Don’t be discouraged,” Grange said. “We’re working on other angles.”
“You mentioned those last night,” Jeff said. “You failed to specify what those angles are.”
“Well, for one, there’s the money.”
Jeff’s head snapped around to Grange, who was watching him over the back of his seat.
“Emory’s money,” the detective clarified, as if Jeff didn’t know to whose money he referred.
“Your wife is loaded,” Knight said. “Family fortune. She could up and quit and never have to ask another kid to say ‘aah.’” He laughed. “If I was that rich, I’d never turn a lick.”
“That’s offensive,” Jeff snapped.
Knight looked at him in the mirror. “Sorry, Jeff, I didn’t mean—”
“Emory would be sorely offended by remarks like that. She works harder because of her inheritance.”
“Is that right?”
“She never mentions her wealth, much less flaunts it. In fact she’s almost apologetic about it.”
Grange said, “Which explains why she gives so much of it away.”
“She’s pledged two hundred grand to an upcoming marathon.” Knight addressed the information to his partner, but Jeff realized the older man had said it for his benefit. “Might take some time,” he went on, “but I guess if she applied herself to it, she could eventually give all her money away.”
“Which wouldn’t leave any left over for her beneficiary.” Grange looked back at Jeff. “Which happens to be you, doesn’t it?”
He gave the smug deputy an icy glare. “I believe you already know the answer to that.”
“Well, Jeff, we have to check these things out. It’s routine when a spouse goes missing.”
The folksier Knight’s tone became, the less Jeff liked and trusted it. Didn’t they realize that he was smart enough to know when he was being played? He said, “If you’ve checked out Emory’s finances, then you know that I don’t manage her portfolio. In fact, all her investments are with another firm.”
“Yeah, the top guy at your place of business told me that.”
