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15. Thursday Morning
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157 15 Thurs day Morn ing Cu biak found a note from Ruta on his desk. “Beck’s house 11.” What the hell? Cu biak thought. There hadn’t been time at Ruby’s open ing for him to tell Beck about the Con ser va tion League meet ing, but he couldn’t im a gine that with the fes ti val mov ing into its sec ond day, he’d be sum moned to the house for that. Heavy traf fic made him late and ill tem pered. Poised for a face-toface en coun ter with Beck, he rang the bell and was sur prised when a middle-aged woman opened the door. She wore a black dress and the un mis tak able white-lace apron of a maid. She looked dis ap prov ing. “I’m ex pected,” Cu biak said. “Yes.” The hired help led him through the liv ing room and down the rear hall to the fam ily room where he’d first met Cate. The view by day was as im pres sive as by night. “Where’s Beck?” “Please.” The maid in di cated a small sofa near the win dow and dis ap peared. Ig nor ing the couch, Cu biak ap proached the glass wall, aware of the thick car pet under foot and an in tense over bear ing still ness. The air in side the house was chilly. 158 “I’m sorry, but Beck’s not here.” A woman stood in the door way, di min u tive and over dressed, her parch ment com plex ion un seemly in a re sort com mu nity that wor shiped sun and placed a pre mium on healthy out door ac tiv ity. She floated across the room and ex tended her hand. “We’ve met, haven’t we? I’m Eloise Beck.” Cu biak re mem bered her from Beck’s pre sea son party. She’d been tipsy and in sou ciant that eve ning. “We have. I have an ap point ment with your hus band. Where is he?” Cu biak said. “Who knows?” Eloise eased into a chair. “Please, sit down. I in sist. I get so few vis i tors, though you’re the sec ond today.” She raised her eye brows at Cu biak, in vit ing his cu ri os ity, but he ig nored the hint. He wasn’t in the mood to play games or fill out her so cial cal en dar. “I told you, I came to see Beck, but I can come back an other time,” he said, turn ing to leave. “No, wait. Please. I sent for you, not Beck,” Eloise said. “You? Why?” She pointed to a fac ing chair. “I thought it was im por tant. There are things you need to know if you’re going to work for my hus band.” “I don’t work for Beck.” Eloise ran her hands up and down the arm rests. “Every one works for Beck. You’re work ing for him now, aren’t you?” Cu biak hes i tated. “More like a favor.” “I see. And just how do you think you got the job at the park in the first place? Beck pulled a lot of strings to get you up here. He ob vi ously did it for a rea son.” Cu biak sat down. “You got ten min utes,” he said. “My hus band is an am bi tious bas tard. He’s good with plans and mak ing things hap pen. He lets noth ing stand in his way, and he’ll do any thing that gives him an ad van tage. He mar ried me, a girl from the wrong side of town who worked in one of his fac to ries, be cause he thought he could mold me into the per fect dot ing wife. Didn’t quite work out that way. He was des per ate for a son but what he really wanted [3.147.42.168] Project MUSE (2024-04-20 03:34 GMT) 159 was a clone. In stead he got Barry, our late-stage mir a cle baby, who was more me than him. The kid never had a chance.” Cu biak glanced at his watch. “Sorry, that’s of no inter est to me.” “Just wait. It gets bet ter. You know Alice Jones, the girl who was killed...