M Is for Malice

exposed to."
    "How so?"
    "Feelings are running high and your showing up at this point is only going to make things worse."
    "That was my first reaction, but then I got to thinking. I mean, Donovan called me. I didn't call him," he said. "Seems to me if the three of them are offering a truce, I should at least be willing to meet 'em halfway. It can't hurt."
    I suppressed an urge to start shrieking at him. Shrieking, I've discovered, is really not a sound method for persuading other people to your point of view. I'd seen his brothers in action and Guy was no match. I wouldn't trust those three under any circumstances. Given Guy's emotional state, I could see why he'd be tempted, but he'd be a fool to go into that house without counsel. "Maybe it's a truce and maybe not. Bader's death has brought up all kinds of issues," I said. "You go in unprepared and you'll end up taking on a whole raft of shit. You'd be walking into a nightmare."
    "I understand."
    "I don't think so," I said. "Not to criticize your brothers, but these are not nice fellows, at least where you're concerned. There's a lot of friction between them and your appearance is only going to add fuel to the fire. I mean, honestly. You can't imagine the dynamic." I noticed the pitch and volume of my voice going up.
    "I have to try," he said.
    "Maybe so, but not that way."
    "Meaning what?"
    "You're going to find yourself in exactly the same position you were in when you left. You'll be the fall guy, the scapegoat for all their hostility."
    I could hear him shrug. He said, "Maybe we need to talk about that then. Get it out in the open and deal with it."
    "It's out in the open. Those three aren't shy about anything. The conflicts are all right out there in front of God and everyone and believe me, you don't want their venom directed at you."
    "Donovan doesn't seem to bear me any ill will and from what he says, Bennet and Jack don't either. The truth is, I've changed and they need to see that. How else can I persuade 'em if it isn't face-to-face?"
    I could feel my eyes cross while I tried controlling my impatience. I knew I'd be smarter to keep my mouth shut, but I've never been good at keeping my opinions to myself. "Look, Guy, I don't want to stand here and try to tell you your business, but this isn't about you. This is about their relationship to each other. It's about your, father and whatever's been going on in the years since you left. You'll end up being the target for all the anger they've stored up. And why put yourself through that?"
    "Because I want to be connected again. I screwed up. I admit that and I want to make it up to them. Peter says there can't be any healing unless we sit down together."
    "That's all well and good, but there's a lot more at stake. What if the subject of the money comes up?"
    "I don't care about the money."
    "Bullshit. That's bull. Do you have any idea how much money we're talking about?"
    "Doesn't make any difference. The money doesn't matter to me. I don't need money. I'm happy as I am."
    "That's what you say now, but how do you know that won't change? Why create problems for yourself later on? Have you talked to Tasha? What's she say about this?"
    "I never talked to her. I called the office in Lompoc, but she'd already left for San Francisco and after that, the secretary said she was taking off for Utah on a ten-day, ski trip."
    "So call her in Utah. They have phones up there."
    "I tried that. They wouldn't give me her number. They said if she called in, they'd give her my name and number and she'd call if she could."
    "Then try someone else. Call another attorney. I don't want, you talking to your brothers without legal advice."
    "It's not about legalities. It's about mending the breach."
    "Which is exactly what's going to make you a sitting duck. Your agenda has nothing to do with theirs. They don't give a shit about forgiveness, if you'll pardon my French."
    "I don't see it that way."
    "I know you don't. That's why we're having this argument," I shrieked. "Suppose they try to pressure you into making a decision?"
    "About what?"
    "About anything! You don't even know what's in your best interest. If your sole aim is to make peace, you're only going to get screwed."
    "How can I get screwed if I don't want anything? They can keep the money if that's the only thing standing between us."
    "Well, if you don't want the money, why not give it to the church?" The minute I said it, I wanted to bite my tongue. His motives were clean.