Maximum Security Read Online Free PDF Page B

hands.”

    “Whatever you think.” Louisa stands and walks to the window. “I should tell you,” she says, her back to me, “that I was planning to leave Herb.”

    My stomach tightens and I lower into the chair again. “Did he know?”

    She turns and walks back across the room toward me. “I hadn’t told him yet,” she says, her eyes lowered, “but I think he knew.”

    “Does anyone else know?”

    “Yes,” she says, and she sits too. “My lawyer, Fred Watkins.”

    No problem there; it’s privileged. And I know Fred Watkins. He’ll take every one of his clients’ secrets to his grave.

    “And my financial advisor.”

    Problem. I make a check next to Steven Collier’s name on my legal pad.

    “I’m glad you told me, Louisa. It may turn out to be important. Let me give it some thought. One more question before I go, though.”

    She nods.

    “Was Herb having any difficulties other than what you’ve already told me?”

    She thinks for a moment, then shakes her head. “No, just his…”

    “Function,” I finish for her. I grab my briefcase and stand yet again.

    Louisa stands too. “So how is Harry Madigan?”

    If there was a segue in her mind, I don’t want to know about it. “He’s well,” I tell her.

    “We went to law school together, you know.”

    “He mentioned that.”

    “I was quite fond of him.”

    Not as fond as he’d hoped, though. I bite my tongue.

    She laughs. “He used to call me Mona Louisa.”

    Too much information. I head for the double doors. It’s time to get out of here.

    “You’re his law partner?” Louisa follows me.

    “That’s right.”

    “Such a dear boy,” she says to my back.

    Of course. Harry’s still twenty-five in her mind’s eye. A boy.

    “I’ll never understand it,” she says. “He’s brilliant, don’t you think?”

    “I do.”

    She falls into step beside me and shakes her head. “Graduated near the top of our class. Could have had any job he wanted. Chose that awful criminal work.”

    Louisa doesn’t seem to remember that just yesterday she asked him to do some of that awful criminal work on her behalf.

    “I was so pleased,” she continues, “when I saw he’d opened a private office, gotten away from that public defender business. But I understand he’s handling the same dreadful cases, just doing it under his own roof.”

    Perhaps I should mention that one of the dreadful cases under his roof is hers.

    “And what about you, darlin’? Where did you go to law school?”

    I pause at the front door, but not for long. I’ve had enough darlin’ s for one day. “Same as you and Harry,” I tell her. “I was two classes behind you.”

    “Really? You and I were on the same campus for a year and I didn’t notice you? I can’t imagine that.”

    I can. “Are you from Georgia, Louisa?” I’m surprised to hear myself ask the question.

    “Good heavens, no,” she says. “I’m a North Carolina girl, a Tarheel through and through.”

    Of course. Carolina Girl.

    Louisa’s expression suggests North Carolina and Georgia are in different galaxies. “Why do you ask, darlin’?”

    I shrug. I don’t know why the hell I asked. So she could call me darlin’ one more time, maybe. I wanted this conversation over five minutes ago. “Our associate is from Atlanta,” I tell her. “I thought your accent sounded a bit like his.”

    Louisa arches her perfect eyebrows at me. “I can see we’re gonna have to teach you a thing or two about the South, honey chil’.”

    Maybe darlin’ wasn’t so bad.

    I turn back toward the front door and notice what looks like the face of a touch-tone telephone on one side of it. “A security system?” I ask.

    She nods.

    “Was it activated on Sunday?”

    She shakes her head. “We had it installed when we renovated,” she says, “but neither one of us was very good about making use of it. We were never even good about locking the doors, for that matter. I’m not sure I’d