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Corpse Suzette

Corpse Suzette

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Autoren: G. A. McKevett
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her several times after that, left messages on her
machine, but she never returned my calls.”
    The two women sat quietly
for a moment, as Savannah allowed Clare a moment to compose herself.
    Finally, Savannah said,
“This was a year ago, you say?”
    She nodded.
    “Are you aware that she did break up with him, toss him out on his ear, just about that time?”
    “I heard that they had
split. I didn’t know when. But it doesn’t matter anyway, because if Suzette
threw him out ten times, she would take him back eleven. He was some kind of
sick addiction for her. I’ll never understand why.”
    “Me either,” Savannah said.
She thought of her own sister, Marietta, in Georgia, who changed men constantly
and just as frequently made terrible choices. “There’s just no accounting for
taste or judgment.”
    “And Suzette’s smart, too.
Not just in the obvious way, as a doctor with a thriving practice. She’s wise
and kind. She can give you the best advice in the world when it comes to your
own problems. She’s savvy in every area of her life, except with men.”
    “That’s a big ‘except.’”
    “Isn’t it though?” She
shook her head in disgust. “I got over that ridiculous ‘bad-boy appeal’
business when I was in high school. Some women never learn.”
    Savannah thought of Dirk,
and how—for all of his foibles—he was reliable, sensible, and loyal. Long ago,
Savannah had come to realize just how sexy “responsible” could be.
    “You’re absolutely right,”
she replied. “‘Predictable’ is highly underrated in a man.”
    “And that isn’t all,” Clare
said. “That isn’t the only reason I hated Sergio or Leonard Roy, or whatever
his name was. He hit my sister. She denied it, but I know he did. I saw her
with more than one black eye and other bruises on her face, not to mention the
fingertip bruises on her upper arms where he’d grabbed her. I know he abused
her. And she tolerated that, too. She was way too smart for that! In her career
she’s repaired several women’s faces, pro bono, after their husbands messed
them up. She knows how dangerous domestic violence can be, and yet she kept
going back to him. I’ll just never, ever understand her.”
    Savannah reached for one of
the photo albums and began to flip through the pages, getting to know Suzette
Du Bois better with each page. Her childhood, her adolescence. And on each
page, memories shared with her sister.
    “Where do you think she
is?” Savannah asked softly, hating the fact that she had to hurt this graceful
woman even more.
    But Clare’s answer
surprised her. “Oh, who knows? She’s hiding out somewhere, I’m sure. She’ll
come back when she’s good and ready.”
    Savannah didn’t want to
alarm the woman or even rob her of what might be a self-protecting state of
denial. But she needed to get to the truth. “If she’s just hiding out, wouldn’t
she have come to Sergio’s funeral today?”
    “If she knew about it.
Usually she heads for the hills, someplace she can commune with nature, far
away from phones and newspapers and televisions.”
    “Usually? She’s done this
before?”
    “Oh, many times. When she
was a teenager, she drove our mom crazy, running away any time she didn’t get
her way or didn’t like what was going on around her. She’d just walk out, then
come back a few days later, sunburned from lying on the beach somewhere, and
relaxed, after making the rest of us nuts worrying ourselves sick about her.
She spent most of her high school years grounded... at least theoretically.
Enforcing it was a bit difficult. She could always climb out her bedroom window
and shinny down Mom’s garden lattice.”
    “She sounds like a corker.”
    “Oh, you don’t know the
half of it.”
    “So, do you think she’s
lying on a beach somewhere, soaking up some sun?”
    “I’m sure she is.”
    “But her new spa, Emerge,
was scheduled to open. The promotion was at its peak—press ready and public
interest high.” Clare shrugged. “That’s my sister for you. When things are the
busiest, the stakes the highest, that’s when she freaks out and splits.”
    Savannah wasn’t going to
sit and argue with a woman who knew Suzette Du Bois probably better than anyone
on earth. And if Glare wasn’t worried, maybe they had no reason to be either.
    Perhaps it was just a weird
coincidence that one partner in a business went missing and then another got
himself murdered.
    But, of course, Savannah
didn’t

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