money to anyone. She even paid for parking tickets the day after she received them.”
“Yes, Aidan did a background check on her encounters with the Law but it was mostly parking tickets and a couple for speed, but nothing major.”
“Susie respected the Law, that’s why she became a lawyer.”
“As well as seeking revenge from adulterous males. She had an impeccable track record; won every case, or managed to get her goal in early mediations. She was fearless and feared by her opponents.”
“Yes. I’m not really sure; I guess it’s got to do with her dad cheating on her mom and his leaving them…”
“That could be a significant reason. Anyway, Susan seemed to have her life in order. She had a will, and an executioner has it and will get in touch with those mentioned in it.”
“Great. Susie didn’t have any family left, so I’ve got no idea of what’s going to happen to all her stuff.”
“Neither do I. Even if she was well off and had good properties under her name, I doubt the crime was committed for the inheritance; the murder was too passionate , too personal.”
“Any other leads? Did Aidan question anyone else?”
“Susan’s bosses, but both Annabel and Peter had alibis; plus, they have absolutely no reason to do it. They’re both rich, successful, and he’s gay.”
“I always thought he was, but he’s very private about his personal life.”
“Yes. He clearly stated he wanted his sexual preferences to remain confidential. I guess he’s afraid it’ll affect his work environment.”
“I guess . There are still many prejudiced people out there. Anyone else questioned?”
“A few of the people who live in Susan’s building, but none saw anything strange or heard anything out of the ordinary. No one was particularly close to her, they mostly acknowledged each other and went on with their lives.”
“ So what’s next?”
“Tomorrow we’ll meet those closest to her, and start questionings among them. You’ll help us out. Then, if there are no leads, we’ll proceed to clients with whom you’re familiar, because if you were attacked, it means you know whoever killed Susan.”
“Great. I’ve been going over who it could be, but I came up with zilch. I’ve got no idea of who’s behind the murder and the package.”
“Don’t worry about it , Sam, we’ll figure it out before he or she does any further harm.”
“I can only hope so,” I said as I stood up and opened the windows a bit; it was starting to feel stuffed in my apartment.
“I’ll let you get back to your work now. If I learn anything else, I’ll let you know,” Jared said as he stood up, and even though I heard honesty in his voice, there was a hint of reluctance as well.
He left the study and I managed to get some work done , and to go over details of Susie’s cremation. At seven we enjoyed pasta with tomato sauce. I cooked, as Jared seemed to lack the cuisine skills Aidan had. We chatted as we ate, but managed to avoid Susie, which, awful as it may sound, was a relief for me.
After dinner we saw a movie and then went to sleep. I dozed off and had no dreams, no images flash ed before my eyes, and I was glad.
On Wednesday I got up at eight, took a shower, had some breakfast with Jared, and got ready for Susie’s memorial.
I chose a black long-sleeved dress that fell straight down to my knees and black stilettos. Even on high heels, Jared was half a foot taller than me. He wore a black suit and a white shirt with a dark tie; he didn’t share Aidan’s taste in clothes, apparently.
Jared drove my car to the gallery; we arrived at quarter to ten and he helped me rearrange pictures and vases with flowers. I placed the urn on a table next to the photograph I had had printed out.
At eleven people started arriving. Mostly women dressed magnificently, who knew each other from the high class and jet set worlds. They smiled at me when they saw me. Even if some had gotten to know Susie on a more personal