didnât really need me, or he wouldnât have parked me on this bench and left me to twiddle my thumbs.â He was gazing down at her, his dark eyes glittering, his voice soft, persuasive. âCome on. Nella will like you to be there. Iâm just a guy, and sheâs missing Mom so bad.â
âI donât know if Iââ
âCara.â
Joe was standing in the doorway. âAnd who is this?â His soft voice had a definite edge.
The boy smiled politely. âKevin Roper, sir.â He dropped Caraâs hand and turned away. âI guess you wonât want to go to the chapel now.â He was heading toward the elevator. âIt was nice to meet you, Cara.â
âGood-bye, Kevin. Tell your sister lâm so sorry.â
âIâll do that.â He got on the elevator. âShe would have liked to meet you.â He nodded at Joe and Cara as the door started to slide shut. âHope all goes well for Eve.â
Joe was still staring at the door as the elevator started down. âIt sounds as if you two had a cozy chat.â
âHis mom just died.â
âAnd you were going to the chapel with him?â
âNo. Yes. I donât know. I thought it might notââ She made a face. âI was confused.â
âAnd this Kevin Roper is very persuasive. I caught that from the body language the minute I walked out of the office.â
âHeâd been in the chapel today with his sister, Nella, praying for his motherâs soul. He said his sister needed someone toââ
âAnd you were in pain and could sympathize.â He was taking out his phone as he spoke. âYou say he was in the chapel today?â
âYes.â
He dialed quickly, then was speaking into the phone. âConnect me to the chapel.â He waited and then spoke again, âI need to talk to Nella Roper. Is she there? Yes, Iâll wait.â He covered the phone and spoke to Cara. âItâs a social-service volunteer. Everyone has to sign in when they arrive. Sheâs checking.â He went back to his conversation. âNo? What about her brother, Kevin? They were supposed to both be there earlier today. Not at all? Thank you, sorry to bother you.â He hung up. âAnd I would bet that Roper had no mother who died in this hospital. At least, not recently.â
âLies,â she whispered.
âVery beautifully executed lies. A handsome young boy who had lost his mother, sits down beside a grieving young girl who needs someone near her own age who might understand what sheâs going through. Very clever.â
âWhy would he want me to go to the chapel? I donâtââ She stopped. âHe took the elevator down, not up. He told me the chapel was three flights up. He wasnât going to the chapel, was he?â
Joe shook his head. âI donât think youâd have made it out of the elevator alive. I imagine he has a few more skills other than being an expert liar.â
âSalazar. Salazar sent him?â
âThat would be my guess. I canât prove it yet. Thereâs a possibility he might be a child molester or some other kind of creep who planted himself in a hospital where a victim is most vulnerable.â
âIf he was sent by Salazar, he was going to kill me?â
Joe was silent. âDo you think I like to tell you that? But I have to lay it on the line. If Iâd come out of that office a few minutes later, I might have missed you. Iâd like to say trust everyone, and you donât have to worry any longer. Iâm not going to do that. I donât know how long youâll have to be careful, but youâre not safe now. Do you understand?â
âHe ⦠was nice.â
âHe was probably deadly.â
She nodded jerkily. âI was used to the idea of a monster, I wasnât expecting someone who looked like one of the guys Iâd see around
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