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St Kilda Consulting 04 - Blue Smoke and Murder

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milled around the free food and drink, but even more fanned out to the perimeter of the room, where hundreds of paintings and sculptures were arrayed behind metallic gold ropes.
    “It’s not too late,” Zach said abruptly, putting the controller aside.
    “For what?” Jill asked.
    “To let Ramsey Worthington, Lee Dunstan, and Tal Crawford make you a multimillionaire.”
    “I’d rather watch them eat their words about the greatest masculine painter of the American West.”
    “You sure? Worthington is right—it will be some time before theart historians sort out the new status of Thomas Dunstan/Justine Breck.”
    “Long enough to bankrupt that son of a bitch,” Jill said flatly.
    “Which one?”
    “The one who’s been pumping up the price of Dunstans and rigging an auction so that he can trade his Dunstans for a whacking tax debt.”
    “Tal Crawford,” Zach said.
    “That’s the son of a bitch I had in mind,” she agreed.
    “By the time he goes bankrupt, your inheritance might be worth thousands, not millions,” Zach pointed out. “Western art collectors can be a macho, pigheaded lot.”
    “All the sweeter,” she said with a grim smile.
    He hesitated, then decided Jill might as well know what Faroe had just told him. “Even though it was Caitlin, not Tal, who hired Score?”
    Jill turned toward him so fast her short hair flew. “What?”
    “St. Kilda hacked some phone records,” Zach said, tucking a flyaway strand behind Jill’s ear. “Caitlin Crawford was the one pulling Score’s strings. Paying for it out of her household account, which Tal funded but never asked where it went.”
    “Some account,” Jill muttered.
    “The rich are different. Bottom line is that Tal didn’t know what his wife was doing.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “He swore he’d take a lie detector test,” Zach said. “Faroe believes him. Said the old boy about stroked out when his wife screamed at him that he’d ruined everything, that she’d die poor and it was all his fault because he’d lost his business edge.”
    Jill didn’t say anything.
    “Does that change anything for you?” Zach asked.
    “Like what?”
    “The auction. Your paintings.”
    Jill’s eyes narrowed. Her fingertips tapped a slow rhythm on his thigh.
    Zach let her think while he watched the TV. He recognized a surprising number of people from his years with Garland Frost. Men from Texas with beers and bolo ties, women with wineglasses held nipple-high, the better to display their five-and six-carat diamonds. The diamonds were real. Most of the breasts weren’t.
    One screen showed a Montana art dealer who wore a rodeo cowboy’s championship belt buckle—one he’d earned the hard way rather than a pawnshop trophy. Another screen showed a pig farmer from Arkansas who owned the second-largest string of slaughterhouses in the West. His wife was the trophy variety, wearing second-skin designer jeans, a lacy flesh-colored bra, and a black suede vest that had been carefully tailored to barely cover her.
    Others screens showed a prematurely bald Hollywood producer with so much vanity he shaved and polished his head. Near him was a pleasantly cutthroat venture capitalist with his intelligent, gracious wife.
    “She thought she was helping her husband?” Jill asked finally.
    “You mean Caitlin?”
    “Yes.”
    “She was helping herself,” Zach said. “She’s pathologically afraid of being poor.”
    Jill let out a long breath. “And I’d rather be poor than play a rich man’s game of blue smoke and murder. Let her sink.”
    Zach shifted suddenly, lifting Jill onto his lap. “I really like that about you.”
    “What?”
    “You know what’s real and what isn’t.”
    “Rapids are real,” she said, putting her arms around him. “You’re real. I’d like to teach you about my favorite rivers.”
    “Sold,” Zach said. “As long as I get to show you my favorite junkyards and teach you about old muscle cars along the way.”
    “Still looking for that hemi whatever?”
    “That’s a convertible Hemi-cuda, the Holy Grail of muscle cars.”
    She laughed and leaned closer. “I suspect you’ll learn the rivers real quick, but I have to warn you, I’m not good at the car thing. It could take me a long time to learn.”
    Zach’s arms tightened around her. “I’m counting on it.”

About the Author
    E LIZABETH L OWELL’S many novels include New York Times bestsellers The Wrong Hostage, The Color of Death , and Die in Plain Sight.

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