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“Then if she knows about you, why would she worry about him going off with the odd prostitute?”
“In that scene: A mistress is one thing, almost acceptable, in some marriages, but being caught with street walkers is another.”
“He didn’t even use high-class escorts?”
She shook her head. “He liked to walk on the wild side, so to speak.”
“Oh?” I frowned and thought about this for a moment. “You mean trannies?”
She nodded slowly. “Uh-huh. Now if anything would put a lady off her scones and tea, it would be her husband bum-fucking a man in a frock.”
I had to giggle at her dry delivery of what sounded like another story of a rich lord behaving badly. And here I was thinking that my little world was screwy.
I puffed away on my cigarette, and from the large bay window, I watched an elderly couple walking a poodle wearing a cute, checked sweater.
“Oh well, I guess you’ll have to attract some new rich guy.”
She shrugged. “I’ve got money.”
“Oh, that’s right, two billion pounds.”
“Less than that. Will owns half.”
“Oh, gee, one billion pounds. You’re virtually destitute.”
“Enough of that.” She stubbed her cigarette abruptly into a crystal ashtray.
“Wouldn’t they confiscate it if he’s in prison?”
“It’s tucked away in a foreign account.”
“Did he kill their father?” Savvie spoke often about the loss of her dad, and for her sake, I wanted to know.
“He had nothing to do with it. It was some hitman-come-hacker who was meant to get Lovechilde’s thumb print for his personal Swiss account, not kill him. But apparently, he woke up, and that was when he was strangled.”
“But Will arranged it,” I said.
“He arranged the robbery but had no intention of murdering Harry Lovechilde. That weighed heavily on him. He liked Harry.”
She poured another drink, then held up the decanter, which I declined.
“You can stay, you know. I didn’t mean what I said earlier.”
I studied my mother for a moment and noticed tiredness. Or was that loneliness? I’d never seen her like that before.
Was she finally showing vulnerability?
“I might for tonight. I’m exhausted.”
“Then why don’t we go out somewhere for a meal?” she asked.
I got the feeling that she’d been alone for a while. Using people didn’t lend itself to collecting friends.
That was me, too, before my grandmother had accepted me into the Lovechilde world. If I were her, I would have rejected me after I’d stolen from her, treated everyone like shit, and flirted with Crisp.
I’d dodged a bullet there. Only the price was enormous. I’d lost Drake.
Had I?
