Chapter Twenty-three 12 page

“That goes for me too, Bailey,” Libby said.

“I know that you and Ralph don’t want to live with your mother, and I agree with you. And I’m going to court fully armed to make sure she doesn’t gain custody. The most important weapon I have, though,” she put her hand on Bailey’s cheek, “is allowing Jessica access to you and Ralph.”

“What do you mean?”

Libby answered, not thinking Tully would mind. “She means Jessica’s representative can’t argue that Tully has denied her liberal visitation. That, along with your and Ralph’s wishes, should make it easy for all of us to get what we want.”

“Can we make it early so I can go to the movie?” Bailey grinned.

“Sure,” Tully said before kissing her forehead. “Why don’t you call Chase and invite her over for dinner, just in case your mother brings up the subject tomorrow. That way I won’t look like a hella dork when I don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“This isn’t an excuse for you to give her a hard time, is it?”

“Libby, after all the fun Bailey’s made of us, would I use this as an excuse for revenge?”

“Of course not.” Libby let go of Tully and put her arms around Bailey. “Go on and call her, and I promise I’ll make your mom behave.”

“You’re cool that it’s a girl, right?” Bailey asked Tully over Libby’s shoulder.

Libby moaned when Tully grabbed her, bent her back, and delivered a long, hot kiss.

“I’m cursing the gods as we speak,” Tully teased when she let Libby up.

Libby’s jambalaya didn’t taste quite like Alma’s, but she had come really close. She stood back with Tully as everyone took a turn filling their plate from the large pot she’d made.

They were both watching the interaction between Bailey and Chase, and Libby couldn’t help but echo the large smile splitting Tully’s face. Bailey had come a long way from the kid she’d met in the coffee shop months before. The surly young woman was laughing and actually flirting with the tall redhead who had rushed over after her call.

“You ready for this?” Libby asked Tully.

“Hormones run amok, you mean?”

She turned so that she was facing Tully, moving closer when Tully’s gray eyes focused on her. “Something like that, yes.”

“I’m having trouble keeping my own hormones in check when you’re this close to me, looking at me like you want to chew my clothes off, so I can’t blame her for enjoying this kid’s company.” Tully pressed her closer and whispered in her ear. “Of course, if Chase hurts her or tries to remove any article of Bailey’s clothing, the new backyard is big enough that they’ll never find her.”

“Spoken like a true mom.”

“Will you guys give it a rest,” Bailey said.

“I didn’t think you’d notice after all the—”

“Mom, just grab a plate and eat,” Bailey said, obviously panicked.

They headed outside to the table by the pool, Tully making a mental note to put a dining table on their shopping list. When the kids joined them, they set aside business for the moment and just enjoyed the lively conversation. From the sound of it, Ralph had teased his sister so much he was going to have to sleep with one eye open.

“You guys weren’t at school long enough last year to appreciate how good this is,” Chase said to Ralph and Bailey. She’d been filling them in on some of the kids at school, while Libby had been telling Jo and Frank about the new house. “Jake Porter’s in rehab.”

“Is that the big kid who thought he was hot stuff?” Ralph asked.

“One and the same,” Chase confirmed for him while she never took her eyes off Bailey.

“What was he into?” Bailey asked.

“He totally freaked on crank.”

“This kid a friend of yours?” Tully asked.

“Jake doesn’t need friends, Ms. Badeaux. He’s a legend-in-his-own-mind kind of dude.”

By the way Chase tripped over some of her words, Libby thought Tully was probably making her nervous, but having Bailey’s hand on her thigh evidently gave her the confidence to go on. “I just heard about it today from a friend. You don’t have to worry about me chillin’ with Bailey—I’m not into the drug scene.”

“You wouldn’t be here if you were.”

“Mom,” Bailey dragged out the word. “Please, you promised.”

“I just mean you’ve got good judgment about people. You telling me you don’t?”

Libby pinched Tully’s side to make her stop laughing at Bailey’s blush.

“You play any sports, Chase?” Tully asked, changing the topic.

“Softball and soccer, ma’am.”

“Shit,” Tully whispered in obvious disgust before standing up and heading inside.

“She have an aversion to balls or something?” Chase asked.

“Weird question when asked about Mom, but no,” said Bailey, and everyone but Chase laughed. “That’s Mom’s usual reaction to thinking of something she should’ve figured out weeks ago.” She gently patted Chase’s leg.

“Thanks for sharing with all of us non-Tully experts, Bailey,” Libby said as she stood to follow Tully inside.

When Libby walked in, Tully was pacing behind her desk, twisting the phone cord into a mess. Libby just leaned against the doorway of the study and watched. While she loved the softer side of Tully, who was a good friend, lover, and parent, she enjoyed this straight-edged side that made her such a successful attorney.

“If we go now, Calvin, no one’s going to find out. Your office runs those queries at all hours,” Tully said, before reversing and heading in the opposite direction. “Okay, I promise I won’t forget, so call me when you get there.”

“Problems?”

“Not if I can deliver clubhouse tickets at LSU’s opener later this year.” She seemed distracted as she flipped through a stack of papers on her desk.

“Not what I meant, Counselor. Who was that on the phone?”

The phone rang and Tully mouthed “I’m sorry” before she picked up the receiver. “Punch in a travel query for the entire year of 1993.” She flipped the pages to the very front and spelled out Kara Nicolas’s name. “If you don’t find anything from our research, go back and forward a year, but you should find it in 1993.”

Pasco joined them, still taking bites from the plate he’d brought with him.

“Who’s Calvin?” Libby asked.

“A college friend of Tully’s who’s a customs agent now,” Pasco said after rinsing his jambalaya down with a big swig of beer. “His kid brother was one of the few criminal cases she ever took on.”

“What’d he do?”

Pasco moved closer to her and continued in a low tone. “Went for a joyride with a friend who ended up robbing a convenience store and shooting the store clerk. The guy who did the shooting fingered Calvin’s brother when they got caught.”

“Did he kill the clerk?” Libby asked.

“He lived, but it took him a while to heal. Calvin drove straight to Tully’s office after seeing his kid brother in central lockup.” He put his plate down and blew out a long breath. “I don’t know how he talked her into it, but it was one of her best closing arguments. After that, Calvin’s brother went on to college and did well.”

“Did he know what the guy was going to do the night they went for a ride?”

“If he did, the only person he told was his attorney.”

When she glanced at Tully, Pasco asked, “Does that bother you?”

“Even the guilty deserve a defense—that’s what they teach us in law school.”

“You sound like you don’t agree with that philosophy.”

“I’m not supposed to question the difference between right and wrong. I’m there to represent my client.” Libby patted his hand and briefly made eye contact. “That’s what Tully has stressed in our study sessions together, and that’s probably why she’s so picky about what cases she takes.”

“And when they’re not of her choosing?”

“I think they’re all of her choosing. You said so yourself. It was one of her best closing arguments. The kid didn’t know what he was getting into, and if he did, his attorney was the first person he lied to.”

“Good point.” He stopped talking when Tully slammed the phone down. “What’s up, boss?”

Tully put her finger up as she sat down and began an Internet search. “Hacienda del Lago,” she said, pointing at the screen once she found what she was looking for. “I’m willing to bet that’s where our bird flew off to when she disappeared.”

“She went to a spa?” Libby asked. “At least that’s what it sounds like.”

“It’s a treatment center for drug addiction. Dr. Nicolas landed at Guadalajara International Airport two days after you lost her trail. She didn’t return to the States for six months and then started back at school for the fall semester.”

“So why are you so sure that she was at this Hacienda place?” Libby asked.

“Twenty minutes from the airport and on a lake where you’re sequestered as well as secluded—call it a hunch. A vacation spot this is not.” She checked travel information next. “What Chase just said made a few things click in my head. Something’s off about Kara Nicolas, and her behavior as well as some of her physical oddities are characteristic of an addiction. Let’s keep an eye on that possibility.”

“That’s a leap, honey.” Libby folded her arms over her chest. “Granted, Kara sounds paranoid, but that doesn’t mean she’s hooked on something.”

“If that was all, Pasco would still be chasing down those missing months, but add to that the hyperalertness, sweating, chapped lips, and rapid speech pattern, and I’d guess she’s not only hooked, but hooked on crystal meth.” She steepled her fingers together and sat back in her chair. “I should’ve thought of it sooner, but because of her profession, I didn’t consider the possibility.”

“Wow.” Libby dropped her arms to her sides. “A surgeon hooked on drugs? Of course, with all that access—”

“It would explain what happened to Evangeline, wouldn’t it?” Tully picked up the pen she’d been using to take notes, and just as quickly it snapped in her hand. “And this is what Jessica wants to expose my kids to.”

“Let’s verify your theory before you make any rash decisions,” Libby said.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to be incredibly thorough, but if I’m right, I’m going to bury Nicolas and plant Neil Davis alongside her. If he knew and is trying to cover for the hospital in his capacity as administrator, I’ll have his ass.”

Taking Libby’s advice to go slow, Tully scheduled one last meeting with Neil Davis and the hospital’s counsel, Victor Williams. With the Heberts’ permission to negotiate on their behalf, she set out to get as much of what they wanted as she could.

“Come to our senses, have we?” Victor asked. “Neil’s original offer was more than generous, and we’re still willing to stand by it.”

“On behalf of my clients, we decline that offer. This is what we want for starters: reimburse their funeral expenses, give them a reasonable settlement for the loss of their daughter, and waive all the expenses still pending from Evangeline’s treatment.” Tully lifted out the first page in the file that listed everything she’d just mentioned.

“This amount seems reasonable,” Neil said as he read over the document. “What’s the catch?”

“The apology they want from Kara Nicolas and an explanation as to what happened to their daughter. A detailed explanation backed up by at least two other people who were in that operating room.”

Neil tossed the page back to her and stood up. “The kid was sick, and sick kids don’t do well in surgery sometimes. That’s the best and simplest explanation I can give them. It’s tragic, but it isn’t liable.”

“I don’t agree with their wishes either, Neil, so calm down and sit.”

Tully never raised her voice, but Neil dropped back into his chair. “Finally you’re being reasonable.”

She shook her head and smiled. “I think the settlement they’re asking for is way too low, but that’s their prerogative. But this is the last time I’m coming here and trying to work this out among ourselves.”

“Don’t try to bullshit a bullshitter, Tully. You’re bluffing because there’s nothing to this case. Neil’s right. It was a tragic accident, but in reality it brought the little girl’s death a couple of weeks sooner than had nature taken its course.” Victor smiled and transparently tried to sound as compassionate as he could muster. “If you don’t take this offer,” he showed her his own sheet, “then I’ll have no choice but to fast-track this in court.”

“Go ahead.” Tully ripped the page he’d handed her in half and placed it on the conference table. “Like you said, I’ve got nothing, and by bringing this case to trial soon, you can only vindicate your side that much quicker.” She pushed her chair out and stood up, taking her time to button her jacket and collect her files. “Just so we’re clear, you’re turning down our offer, right?”

“If that’s all you have, Tully, you’re wasting our time,” Neil said.

“See you in court, Victor.”

Her laugh as she headed to the door made Victor twitch in his chair. It wasn’t the usual merriment of a woman who had nothing.

“Neil, now’s the time to tell me what’s going on with her.” Victor quickly dragged Neil’s chair closer and glared at him. “God knows I’d love to wipe that condescending smirk off her face, but I can’t go into court and have her blindside us with something you’ve kept from me and the hospital board. I’ll be the first one to make them sign a waiver of liability if this thing goes wrong, because I’m pinning it on you and whatever you withhold from me.”

He knew that legally he couldn’t do this, but hoped he’d rattled Neil enough to bluff him. Ignorance wasn’t a defense.

“There’s nothing to talk about, so clear this as soon as you get a court date. Tully’s got her ass in a twist because Kara’s screwing Jessica, nothing more.” Without another word Neil got up and walked out.

“Mom, you can’t go and leave us here,” Bailey said in the biggest whine she’d used in forever. “We’re in this with you and we can help.” She stomped for emphasis.

“Bailey, school’s already started, and your mother already gives me enough grief about any day I let you stay home. If I could’ve gone sooner I swear I would’ve, but sometimes the world doesn’t stop on a dime just because I want it to. I had court, and unfortunately some of the things couldn’t be continued. I’ll just be gone two days, tops. Remember that it’s a business trip, not a vacation.”

“We’d only miss Thursday and Friday. Big deal.” Bailey was arguing with the top of Tully’s head, since her mother was busy searching through some of the boxes in her office for a file. They’d started the packing process so they’d be ready to move into the new house the first of September.

“It’s not like I’m sending you to your mother’s. Libby’s staying with you guys until I get back.” Obviously having found what she was looking for, Tully faced Bailey. “You can help her plan our commitment ceremony.”

Bailey had opened her mouth to give her next reason for going with Tully when Libby placed her hand over it. “The phone is for you,” she said softly in her ear.

“We’re not finished yet,” Bailey said to Tully.

“Excuse us a minute, honey, but don’t go anywhere.” Libby pointed at Tully to keep her from wandering off.

After a quick conversation with Bailey in the hall, she returned and closed the door before sitting on Tully’s lap. “I want you to take us all with you, no matter how much school the kids miss.”

“Baby, you can’t give in to her on every little thing,” Tully said about Bailey.

“This isn’t about Bailey or Ralph. Well, it is, but it’s mostly about me.”

“Something wrong?”

“Nothing being with you all the time won’t cure.” She tried to sound teasing, but when Tully put her fingers under her chin and made her look up, Libby knew she’d failed.

“Just tell me, darlin’.”

“There’s a storm in the Atlantic and it scares me. Bad weather always makes me remember my parents and how I lost them. If you go and we stay behind and something happens to you, I don’t know how I’d handle it.”

Tully drew her closer and rested her cheek on the top of Libby’s head. “It’s headed for Florida and I’m going in the opposite direction, and I saw the news this morning. It’s just a small thing that will probably blow apart before it makes it across the state, if in fact it hits Florida at all. You know how unpredictable these things are. They haven’t even named it yet, so it might fizzle out before it turns into a hurricane.”

“I’d just feel better if you took us with you, even if it’s a stupid request.”

Without displacing Libby, Tully leaned back, grabbed the phone, and punched in the number to her travel agent. “Three more tickets. Just have them delivered to the office in the morning.”

“Thank you,” Libby said before kissing Tully in a way that conveyed how she felt and what kind of future they’d have together.

“Nothing to thank me for, and nothing that you feel so strongly about is stupid to me. Try to remember that.”

“Neil called me in today,” Kara said. She turned her head so that Jessica could hear her. They had left the hospital early and spent the afternoon in bed. Kara was enjoying having Jessica lying on her back. “He said your ex came in to see him and Victor again.”

“For what?”

“Something about it being his last chance to take some chump-ass offer. He said it was a really low number, so he figured she was up to something.”

“Tully’s always up to something. You just have to figure out what it is so you can turn it around on her and beat her at her own game. If she bid a settlement low, then she’s definitely up to something.” Jessica kissed her shoulder. “Why did he turn her down?”

“Part of the deal was handing my head over on a plate to make those hicks happy.” Kara laughed, knowing she didn’t have anything to worry about. “Neil just couldn’t figure out why she didn’t flinch when Victor talked about going to court as soon as possible so we can all show our cards.”

“She wants to fast-track this with what she has?” The way Jessica posed the question sounded like she didn’t really expect an answer. “You told Victor everything, didn’t you?”

“Not this fucking shit again.” Kara pushed Jessica off her, disgusted.

“Listen to me, Kara. I lived with Tully a long time, and while she’s cool under all kinds of pressure, going to court just for kicks isn’t in her. If she didn’t try to talk Victor into slowing things down, then she has something.”

Jessica sat up and took a deep breath, clearly not trying to appease Kara for a change. “How much money did she want in the settlement? Did Neil tell you that?”

“Five thousand. It was what it cost to bury the kid.” Kara stopped talking and watched Jessica massage her forehead as if trying to erase any unpleasant thoughts from her head.

“She’s willing to let the hospital off the hook for five thousand dollars? Doesn’t that seem odd to you?”

“You said so yourself, she’s an idiot. How do I know why she asked for so little?”

Jessica grabbed Kara’s arm. “The night before I left her to come here, Tully was celebrating her latest win. In that case the patient survived but lost a leg, I believe. She’s won so many cases like this that I stopped listening to the details a long time ago. Between the doctor and the hospital, the guy ended up collecting close to two million dollars.”

“See, that’s what’s wrong with health care today. Fucking vultures like the bitch you lived with are sucking us all dry.”

Jessica squeezed Kara’s bicep. “Focus, honey. It was a leg, and she raked them over the coals she lit, fanned, and got red-hot. In this case I would’ve expected her to come out with something so outlandish that two million would’ve sounded like small change. Five thousand tells me something is very wrong.”

“If I had any secrets, I buried them a long time ago on the shores of a lake no one here has ever heard of, so stop worrying.”

“It’s not the secrets from your past that’ll sink you, honey. She’ll just use anything like that to start the bleeding before she throws you into the tank and releases the gators. It’s the secrets you have now that Tully will use to gut you.”

“Are you going to share anything with her?” Kara didn’t move away as her anger started to take over. She slitted her eyes and came close to laughing at how quickly Jessica let go of her.

“I’m telling you this not because I admire Tully, but because I want to help you.”

“If you want to help me, then don’t mention her name to me again.”

Chapter Twenty-three

“When’s your flight?” Pasco asked.

“Tomorrow at six a.m. We should be in Guadalajara in plenty of time to drive down to the clinic and gather some information.” Tully yawned and stretched.

They had been trying to find their way back into the routine of having Bailey and Ralph in school again. With Libby still in the pool house but attending the same campus as the kids, she was in their kitchen every morning fixing breakfast so they could all ride together.

“I figure by Friday afternoon we should have discovered plenty, so we can head back into town.”

“I’m not up on the privacy laws in Mexico, but hopefully they’ll be a tad bit more relaxed than they are here. Just to catch you up on the other thing you wanted, in my latest report I added some details on our twenty-four-hour surveillance. So far, nothing.”

“You can say it again, if you want.”

“That you could be wrong?” Pasco asked. “You could, but in this case I’m praying a novena that you’re not. I want to see this bitch go down more than anyone. I’ll get in touch if I find anything.”

“Thanks for all the time you’re putting into this one, pal.”

“My youngest needed braces, so it was a godsend,” Pasco teased.

He stepped out, waving to Roxanne as he left.

Roxanne, in her ever-efficient manner, laid a few folders on Tully’s desk. “The doctor settled in the case where our client lost her nipple and had to have all that leftover goo scraped off her chest. He wasn’t happy about the check he had to write, but I’m sure she wasn’t real happy with the fact her nipple fell off in the shower. Jo took care of the house papers for you, so when you get back we can confirm with the movers.”

“I’m sure the esteemed doctor would cringe at your ‘goo’ word, but thanks. And thanks too for setting up the movers. Since that’s not in your job description, I appreciate you lining up all this stuff for me.”

Roxanne punched Tully’s shoulder softly. “You just seem so happy lately, and I’m enjoying it. Call me selfish for wanting to keep you that way.”

“Every so often I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not conjuring up Libby and my new relationship with the kids. It hasn’t been that long, but so much has changed.” Tully leaned back and sighed as she turned her eyes to Roxanne. “I don’t consider myself a superstitious person, but lately I keep waiting for something to go wrong.”

“She loves you, Tully, so unless you lose your mind, nothing bad is going to happen.”

She took Roxanne’s hand for a second and squeezed her fingers. “From your lips to God’s ear, as my mother always says.”

The day had gone by quicker than they had anticipated, and Tully had to put in a long night with the associates to make sure all their other cases were on track and covered. Libby and the kids let her sleep during the flight the next morning, shaking her awake when the wheels of the plane hit the tarmac in Guadalajara.

After clearing customs, Tully watched the crowd around the luggage-retrieval area as the kids scanned the conveyer belt for their luggage. Most everyone on the plane with them were locals returning home from a visit in the States, she imagined, but now in the airport some other sights captured her attention.

Two couples stood out from the rest, and without much effort she started to formulate a plan. A middle-aged woman and a surly-looking teenager with his hands buried so deep in his pockets that Tully thought he might pull his pants to his ankles stood off from the crowd. Not far from them was an older gentleman with his hand wrapped firmly around the bicep of the woman standing next to him, and she was doing her best to pry his fingers open.

When a group of men walked through the main entrance wearing white pants and navy blue golf shirts with a logo stitched on the right breast, Tully surmised where they were headed. The Hacienda del Lago clearly sent guys big enough so the reluctantly sober wouldn’t have a chance to relapse before their true sobriety began.

“Something wrong?” Libby asked.

“I’m thinking of a way into where we need to be.” She discreetly pointed to the boy and woman, who were now arguing loudly with their companions and fighting the workers by kicking, biting, and throwing a punch whenever they could get their arms loose. “Call me a betting woman, but I’m willing to wager those two are the newest visitors to Lake Ajijic.”

Ralph and Bailey joined them, pushing a cart with all their luggage on it. “Are you planning on sightseeing in the airport while we do all the work?” Bailey asked.

“That’s why we brought you, so don’t complain.” Tully guided them out of the terminal and into a cab. Once they were in their hotel suite, she sat Libby down to ask a favor.

“You want me to do what?”

“I want you to delve deep and channel a sarcastic and moody kid. If you could appear like you’re in a drug-induced haze, that would be good too.”

“I’m beginning to think you’re on something,” Libby said as she put her feet up on the sofa and laughed.

“That isn’t going to work, you know,” Bailey said as she stepped in from the balcony.

“Why not?”

“Libby’s way younger than you are, but no way are they going to believe she’s your daughter. You two have a vibe going, and it doesn’t scream mother-and-daughter affection. If you looked at me the way you do Libby, trust me, you’d be checking me in here for real. You can try getting lucky with this scam, but I’m telling you the people in charge over there are going to know you’re bogus right off. If you want authentic, you need to take me.”

“No way.” Tully put her hand up and stopped any other plans Bailey had. “I’m not putting you in that kind of situation.”

“But you’re willing to put Libby in that kind of situation?”

“I think she knows I can handle it,” Libby said.

“So can I, and I want to help. What’s the worst that can happen—they throw us out for impersonating a crankhead?”

“Bailey Bean, this is important, and I want you to think about what you’re asking. If you decide you can’t do it, just tell me and I’ll go with my original plan and take Libby with me. We shouldn’t be long, and you guys can relax by the pool.”

“Just answer one question for me,” Bailey said, shaking her head.

“Shoot, kid.”

“Do you think Kara’s still on drugs? Or was it something she kicked here?”

“I’m going to answer your question, so don’t start arguing just yet,” Tully said holding up a finger. “But can I ask why you want to know?”

“It’s not because I feel sorry for her and think you’re going to bring her down for what happened, if that’s what you’re worried about.” The way Bailey dragged her hand through her hair was a sure sign she was frustrated. “I’m just having a hard time wrapping my head around the idea that Mama is with someone who would’ve cut some kid open while she was high. It doesn’t fit, you know?”

“I don’t know if Kara’s still on anything, honey.”

“Then why are we here?”

Tully leaned forward and placed her elbows on her knees, but maintained eye contact. “I’m guessing that Kara Nicolas went through this program when she was in college.”

“I get that, Mom.”

“To me, if she was, that tells me something about the kind of person she is, or at least what she’s capable of. I know as well as the next person that addiction is an illness, not a choice, but what happened to the little girl in the picture her parents showed me when they came to me for answers deserves an answer. A lot of people think I’m doing this because of what happened between me and your mother.” She reached out, but before she could put her hand on Bailey’s leg, Bailey grabbed her hand and held it between hers.

“I know it might have something to do with that, but that’s not why you’re doing it.”

“Why, then?” Tully asked.

“Because you’re so good it’s sickening sometimes. Even if the first time you’d heard of this woman was when the Heberts came in, we’d still be here.”

Tully moved from her chair to sit next to Bailey. “Something happened, and I think we’ll start to find the answer here. Once we do, I can add that to what we already know, and we can move forward to the trial the hospital is dying to have.”

“Count me in, then. If you want bitchy, I can do bitchy.”

“It’s good for us, then, that that Bailey doesn’t live here anymore,” Tully teased.

The grandmotherly woman doing their intake information acted as if Bailey wasn’t rapping her knuckles against the glass door in her office rather loudly, stopping only a couple of times to try the lock. “And how long has Pearl had a dependency problem?” she asked Tully in a thick Spanish accent.

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