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Mia
Mia saw a flash of revulsion. And fear? “Kent Harper had something to do with your wedding being called off?”
Juliet shrugged, but Mia saw her fingers digging into her pant legs. “Let’s just say Kent is Kent. And if you’re with Alex, Kent is a part of the package.”
Mia said, “I had a boyfriend once whose best friend was always hanging around. It came to feel like I was dating both of them. Is that how it was with you?”
“Well, yes, I suppose so.”
“Did Kent have something to do with your breaking your engagement with Alex?”
“I’ve told you, the decision was mutual, Ms. Briscoe, and we do deserve some privacy, don’t you think?”
Mia looked down at her tablet, as if she were checking her notes, looked up. “I understand Mr. Harrington and Mr. Harper have always been like brothers, from their earliest years. Gaming was and still is one of their major pastimes?”
“Gaming, yes, and most anything else they could do together. Alex and Kent both played lacrosse at Bennington Prep and then, of course, at Harvard. But you’re right, gaming was their staple growing up. They’ve cut back now that they have to be responsible adults, particularly Alex and the political path he wants to take. From what I hear, they’re both doing well. I imagine they’re still very close.”
“You mentioned Alex played lacrosse. Do you remember if he was ever injured?”
“No, I don’t remember. And I wasn’t even here. I was in England until I was eighteen and then I was off to Juilliard.”
“Pamela told me this morning she believed you were too delicate to deal with Mr. Harrington on equal footing, that you wouldn’t have been able to deal with all the demands that would be expected of you as the wife of an ambitious politician. She hinted Mr. Harrington was really the one who wanted to break off the engagement.”
Juliet chose her words carefully. “Pamela knows I never had any desire to oversee and direct other people’s lives. Of course I hope to move people in my concerts, but that’s only for their pleasure, nothing more. As for Alex wanting more than I to break off the engagement—well, who knows? Perhaps Pamela saw something I didn’t. It really doesn’t matter now, does it?”
“Ms. Calley, let me be honest. You seem to me to be a strong woman who’s making every bit of use of her talent. I’d hardly call you delicate. I don’t think calling off your engagement was mutual or had anything to do with your being unable to deal with Mr. Harrington’s personality or with being the wife of a politician. I think it was your own decision.”
“You think I’m strong? That . . . that is very kind of you to say, but you only just met me.” She looked away briefly, then back at Mia. “It’s appropriate the two of them marry, they match up perfectly. And Pamela was smart enough to recognize Alex as the man she’s been looking for. I do wonder why she said I was delicate. She’s never said that to me.”
“Come now, that’s easy. She’s jealous of you and perhaps even more to the point, she wants to protect him. If it were known you were the one who dumped him, there’d be endless speculation and questions, like, did he cheat on you? Pamela doesn’t want anyone to doubt his honor, his trustworthiness. Be honest with me, you broke off the engagement and not because you didn’t suit, no, you broke it off because of something else entirely.”
Juliet jumped to her feet. “As I told you, Ms. Briscoe, I don’t wish to share that experience with your readers. If that’s all you wish to know, I should go see to my mother.”
Mia slowly rose. “Ms. Calley, I have no intention of writing about what happened between you. You’re the only person who’s been really close to Alex who suddenly cut him out of your life. I wasn’t sure whether to show something to you, but now I will. And I hope you’ll tell me the truth.”
Mia pulled the two photos out of her bag. “Please look at these photos, Ms. Calley. Do you recognize Kent Harper or Alex Harrington? You must remember how they looked seven years ago.”
Slowly, as if reaching to touch a snake, Juliet took the photos. She walked slowly to the window and held them up to the light. Mia watched her, stayed silent. Juliet went tight as a rubber band, but she didn’t turn. She said over her shoulder, her voice not quite steady, “Where were these photos taken?”
“Seven years ago at a fraternity rave on my campus, Godwyn University in Pennsylvania. My best friend is the girl in that photo. She disappeared after that party. We all think she was roofied, and I think those two men were responsible. Of course we have to accept she’s dead. Her name was Serena and she was my best friend. She was also a big gamer, like Kent. I imagine he used that to get her trust. I think he and Alex drove all the way from Boston to that fraternity rave at Godwyn because they knew there’d be lots of prey and they wouldn’t be recognized. So many students there, graduate students as well, so they wouldn’t stick out, they’d fit right in. The hand reaching toward Serena’s glass—look at it, Juliet—that’s Alex’s hand, isn’t it? After they roofied her, they set a fire in the kitchen because something went wrong and they had to get her out of there without anyone noticing.”
“No! That would mean they killed her—no!”
It was now or never. Mia stared Juliet right in the eye.
“You broke off the engagement because you realized something wasn’t right, with Alex, or with Kent, right? Did you overhear something they said about women, about sex, did you see something that frightened you, disgusted you? You didn’t know what to do so you did the only thing you could do—you broke off the engagement. You let everyone believe it was mutual because you didn’t want to cause a scandal. Did you ever even tell Pamela why you broke it off?”
Mia studied Juliet’s white face, added quietly, “We never found Serena, of course, because they buried her after they’d killed her. I wonder when they started that fine sport. As teenagers at Bennington Prep? Probably, and they got away with it. They were smart enough and rich enough to travel as far as they needed to. I wonder if any other girls they roofied have died?”
Juliet Ash Calley stood motionless, her back to the bow window in the opulent living room that screamed old money, excellent manners, and good breeding. Her hands were fisted at her sides, and she was staring into space to a point beyond Mia’s left shoulder.
Mia said quietly, “No, it wasn’t overhearing them speak about women and sex. It was more, wasn’t it? It was personal. They roofied you, too, didn’t they? Alex Harrington, your own fiancé, and his best friend, Kent? The man you thought loved you, raped you along with his best friend? Is that why you broke it off, Juliet?”
A shudder went through her body. Then she squared her shoulders, looked Mia in the eye. “You can never write about this.”
“Of course not. Please, tell me, help me.”
