Fool Me Once(77)

“Who killed my boy, Mrs. Burkett? Who murdered my Theo?”

Maya told Raisa Mora that she didn’t know the answer.

But she was starting to think that maybe she did.





Chapter 26


When Maya got back in her car, she just stared out the front windshield for a little while. She wanted so much to lower her head and cry. But there was no time. She checked her phone. Two more hang-ups from Leather and Lace. They must be getting desperate. Maya decided to break protocol. She called the number back and asked for Lulu.

“May I help you?” Lulu asked.

“Enough with the cloak-and-dagger. I’m in Philadelphia.”

“One of our best girls got sick, so we have an opening for you to dance tonight. If you want the job, it’s urgent that you come in.”

Maya held back the eye roll. “I’ll be there.”

Using her smartphone, she googled Christopher Swain, the soccer team co-captain, who had been on that yacht that night. He worked in Manhattan for the aptly named Swain Real Estate. The family had tons of holdings in all five boroughs of New York City. Great. More super wealth to navigate. She found an email address for him on the Franklin Biddle alumni page and sent him a short message: My name is Maya Burkett. My husband was Joe. It is urgent that we speak. Please contact me as soon as you can.

She included all her contact information.

Two hours later, Maya pulled into Leather and Lace and parked in the employee lot. She started to get out of her car when the passenger door opened and Corey slipped inside and ducked down.

“Drive,” he whispered.

Maya didn’t hesitate. She put the car in reverse and was out of the lot in a matter of seconds.

“What’s wrong?” she asked when they reached the road.

“We need to take a ride.”

“Where?”

He gave her an address in Livingston, off Route 10.

“Livingston,” Maya said. “I assume this has something to do with Tom Douglass?”

Corey kept looking behind him.

“We aren’t being tailed,” she said.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“I needed to get out of there. I don’t want them to know.”

Maya didn’t ask why. It wasn’t her concern. “So where are we going?”

“I’ve been tracking Tom Douglass’s emails.”

“You personally?”

In the corner of her eye she saw him smile. “You probably think I have a big staff.”

“I know you have a lot of . . . ‘Followers’ seems too weak a word. More like they worship you.”

“Until they don’t. I can’t trust them. I’m just the new cause célèbre. People get distracted easily. Remember ‘Kony 2012’? So yes, I do most of it myself.”

Maya tried to get him back on track. “And you were following Tom Douglass’s emails?”

“Right. He still uses AOL, if you can believe it. The guy is four steps behind old-school. He does very little by email. Not one has been read or sent in almost a month.”

Maya veered to the right and got on the highway. “Which is when his wife says he vanished.”

“Exactly. So earlier today Douglass got an email from a guy named Julian Rubinstein for an unpaid bill. From what I gather from the email, Rubinstein rents Douglass his storage shed behind a body shop in Livingston.”

“A car body shop?”

“I guess so, yeah.”

“Weird spot for a storage shed,” she said.

“There’s no automatic payment by credit card, no paperwork, nothing like that. He pays the guy in cash.”

Trying to keep it all off the books, Maya thought.

“So I guess Douglass missed his last payment,” Corey said. “That’s why Julian Rubinstein emailed him a reminder. It was all friendly, like, ‘Hey, Tom, long time, no see, you’re behind,’ that kinda thing.”

Maya’s hands tightened on the wheel. This sounded like something. “You have a plan?”

Corey lifted a gym bag into view. “Ski masks, two flashlights, a chain cutter.”

“We could just ask his wife for access.”

“If she has the right to give it to us,” he said. “And what if she says no?”

He had a point.

“There’s something else, Maya.”

She didn’t like the tone.

“I didn’t lie, but you need to understand. I had to test your loyalty.”

“Uh-huh,” Maya said.

They stopped at a red light. Maya turned to him and waited.

“I didn’t tell you everything.”

“So tell me now,” she said.

“Your sister.”

“What about her?”

“She sent me more material on EAC Pharmaceuticals than I told you about.”

Maya nodded. “Yeah, I figured that.”

“How?”

There was no reason to tell him everything either. “You knew the Burketts were up to something illegal, but you didn’t have anything specific. That’s what you said at first. Then you pointed out about EAC Pharmaceuticals. I figured that she had to have given you more.”