Sullivan's Last Stand

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“Oh, the money’s important to my sister.” Bailey gave a humorless smile. “She was determined to hold out for a millionaire.”

“You don’t sound like the two of you are that close,” Ainslie said cautiously. Sullivan shot her a warning look, but after a moment’s hesitation Bailey answered her.

“I’d like to have been closer, and maybe it was my fault we weren’t,” she said slowly. “I know that since our parents were killed in a car accident six years ago, Angelica made it clear that she was going to live her own life, with no interference from me. At seventeen she quit school, found a job and rented an apartment with a couple of other girls. It wasn’t until a lot later that I learned she was working underage in a bar, thanks to some fake ID an obliging boyfriend had obtained for her. But even from the day she became part of the family, I felt as if she saw me as competition. It wasn’t hard to figure out where that came from, though,” Bailey added fairly. “Her mother had been an addict, and from the little I know about the first five years of Angel’s life, love was a pretty scarce commodity. It’s no wonder she went for something she could actually be sure of when she married.”

“How sure?” Sullivan said suddenly. “Aaron Plowright, as determined as he must have been to get his new little eighteen-year-old plaything into his bed one way or another, certainly wasn’t a lovesick boy when it came to his fourth marriage. Did he get her to sign a prenuptial agreement?”

Bailey looked at him, startled. Slowly she dabbed at her lips with the serviette, her gaze thoughtful. “I seem to remember she did, although she wasn’t happy about it. Like I said, Angelica’s blond and she puts on that dumb act when it suits her, but she’s not stupid when it comes to money.”

“Which means it’s also unlikely she’d be impulsive enough to jeopardize her marital status by fooling around.” Ainslie eyed the last slice of pizza in the box and then shook her head. “You take it, big guy.”

“I hadn’t thought of that, but you’re right,” Bailey said, her gaze darkening. “Dammit, if my little drama queen of a sister staged that phone message just for effect, I’m going to wring her neck when I see her!”

“I’d say go for it, except for one thing,” Sullivan said with a frown. “Hank’s missing, too.”

Ainslie fiddled unnecessarily with the lid of the pizza box, and Bailey looked down at her hands. Neither of them spoke, and Sullivan’s jaw tightened.

“I thought you agreed with me on this.” His tense comment was directed at Bailey, and reluctantly she met his gaze.

“I’ll admit, back at his house I was halfway convinced. The fact that you say he can’t drink rye, the missing towels, the wrecked computer, the files all over the floor.” She bit her bottom lip. “But to be honest, I think it was the atmosphere that really got to me. For some reason I had the creeps the whole time we were there.”

She shrugged helplessly. “But don’t you see, Sully, there was nothing there that couldn’t be explained away, if only you’d accept that Jackson—” She broke off, not wanting to complete the sentence. Ainslie did it for her.

“He’s a friend, and you’re loyal to a fault to your friends, bro,” she said brusquely. “But he likes the bottle, and when he’s gone off the wagon in the past he’s been a mean drunk. He even trashed the office of Sullivan Investigations when it was just a two-man operation in that seedy location in the South End years ago. Uncle Sean almost fired him over that, remember?”

“Sean liked the bottle a little too well himself, and his stories always got embellished in the telling,” Sullivan said tightly. “Hank never tried to hide the fact that he had a problem, but in the past few years he’s gotten it under control. What are you saying—that he trashed those files himself?”

He sounded incredulous, and Bailey saw Ainslie’s eyes spark with anger. “At least admit it’s a possibility,” she snapped. “For God’s sake, loyalty is one thing, but there comes a point where you have to turn your back and walk away.”

“I did that once.” Her brother’s voice was ice. “I promised myself I’d never do it again. Jackson’s one of my men, Lee, and I won’t let him down. I’m going to find him, and if anything’s happened to him I’m going to find the person who did it.”