Part 25 (1/2)

In silence, she took care of Kaitlyn and then laid her in her crib. Stan looked down at the baby. ”Angie said you and Tyler planned to sell her.”

Hannah froze. ”It's not true!”

”Isn't it?” Stan asked.

She walked to the sofa and he followed. She sat, and then slowly began to talk about the day Tyler informed her of a loving, wealthy couple supposedly too old to adopt through the agencies. He explained that they would set up the child with trust funds and every possible need should something happen to them. Their child would be well looked after the rest of its life.

At first, willing to do anything in hopes Tyler would love her again, she'd agreed.

Stan sat beside her. ”How did Sh.e.l.ly Farms come into the picture?”

”He helped me be firm with Tyler,” she said, ”and advised me to run, to go far away from the restaurant. But he wouldn't say why.”

She put off leaving-afraid to stay but even more scared of being alone. It was her job, and Gail Leer was more than a boss, was someone she looked up to and respected. And she still clung to the foolish hope that Tyler would change his mind, just as she'd changed hers.

Then Sh.e.l.ly disappeared, and she met Stan.

In Stan, she saw a way out. She could have her baby, hide from Tyler, and, when strong enough, leave the city. She never counted on two things-that she'd fall in love with him and not want to leave, or that Tyler would find her.

It was only when Tyler held her as prisoner, however, that she learned why he'd been so desperate to let the Vandermeers have the baby-they were paying him money. He was selling his own child.

”You saved me,” she said, pressing close to Stan. ”You're my hero. I don't know what I would have done without you. Please don't hate me for my stupid mistakes. Please.” She tilted her face toward his, her mouth upturned and inviting, her eyes filled with love and something akin to reverence.

He swallowed hard, then wrapped his arms around her and lowered her head to his shoulder, offering comfort but nothing more.

What, he thought, have I gotten myself into? Being a hero wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

Chapter 27.

Paavo phoned Olympia and asked her to come to the Homicide bureau at the Hall of Justice. She didn't ask why, which he appreciated. As one who worked with cops, she should be smarter than that.

When she walked in, though, she wasn't nearly so docile. Or so smart. She was an attractive woman, the sort a man immediately noticed, with her wild ma.s.s of dark hair, large b.r.e.a.s.t.s, heavily made-up eyes, red lips, and a personality that matched her appearance.

”I already talked to Inspector Mayfield,” she said as Paavo led her into the interrogation room. ”I thought we covered everything.”

”There's a bit more,” he said. ”You worked in files on the night Tyler was killed. Who saw you there?”

”What are you talking about? I was at work! Everyone saw me! I told Mayfield. Check with the others.” She reached for cigarettes in her purse, then threw them down in disgust, knowing without asking about the workplace no-smoking policy. She was emotionally on edge, and Paavo could make good use of that.

”You were in the files area alone,” he told her. ”It's easy to leave it unseen by going through the back door near the women's room.”

Her eyes flashed. ”Sounds like you've been there.”

He nodded.

”It might be easy to sneak out,” she said, ”but I didn't.”

”You saw Tyler that evening at the Athina,” he prodded, then stood. ”It wasn't the first time you'd taken off work to see what he was up to.”

Her gaze lifted, following him. ”You're crazy!”

”Am I? Why would he have told people you did it, if it was all fantasy? Why else would your mother have said she was afraid you'd be fired because of Tyler?”

”You talked to my mother? She never would have said that!”

He placed his palms on the table. ”She also said you loved him.”

”Nonsense!”

”Why would Eleni lie about it?”

”Go to h.e.l.l!” she yelled.

”Tyler is dead, Olympia. And now you deny you loved him? Was it so meaningless?” She stared at the marks and blemishes on the tabletop, not answering. His voice gentled. ”You loved him. Everyone knows it. Why do you deny it now?”

”G.o.d! All right!” Her eyes grew teary and she covered them a moment before saying, ”I cared about him, okay? Maybe I did love him. But I wouldn't hurt him.”

”You followed him that night, though, didn't you?”

She shut her eyes a long moment. She's going to confess, Paavo thought, surprisingly sorry at the thought. It was a shame that sc.u.m like Tyler Marsh should cause this vivacious woman to spend the rest of her life in prison.

”All right,” she said, grabbing her cigarettes, removing one from the pack, and holding it even though she couldn't smoke. ”I'll tell you what happened. I looked in the restaurant before going to work and saw him with an attractive blonde. She was alone, and clearly enjoying his attention. I was sure he was going to take her to his apartment. I hated the thought-another conquest for him. I thought when he and Hannah split he'd come back to me. He did, but not like before. He didn't love me. There were always other women-”

”So what did you do?” Paavo asked, wanting to bring her back on track. He didn't need her tales of a jilted lover.

She tapped the unfiltered end of the cigarette against the pack. ”I snuck out from work and went to his place to see if my suspicion was right. I sat in my car, watching. The lights were on in his apartment. I saw movement. I was sure it was the blonde. I was deciding if I wanted to go in there and break up his little tryst when a man left Tyler's, got into a car, and drove away. Relieved, I went back to work. That was all.”

”Did you?” Paavo asked. ”I should think you'd have gone into Tyler's apartment. That was why you were there. You wanted to see him. Confront him.”

”No! I only wanted to know what he was up to. And I had to get back to work. My files s.h.i.+ft was nearly over. I've been warned, you see.”

He nodded, studying her. ”Didn't it occur to you that you might have seen his murderer? That you should have come to the police with this information?”

She shook her head. ”The man I saw wasn't running or acting guilty. In fact, he looked familiar-one of Tyler's friends from the Athina, I figured. He didn't look like a killer. The one who killed him, I'm sure, was Hannah. Everybody thinks so.”

”And Hannah Dzanic does look like a killer to you?” he asked.

”Absolutely!”

”I see.” He sat on the edge of the desk near her. ”You work around cops, Olympia. With the timing of Tyler's murder, and the man you saw, surely you had to consider-”

”Maybe I did, Inspector,” she blurted out as she hurled the cigarette hard into the wastebasket. ”Maybe I also thought...No, I shouldn't say. You'll think me too heartless.”

”What?”

She began to gasp for breath as she forced out the words. ”That if he was killed by a friend, it meant he did someone else dirt just like he did me. And...and I was glad he was killed!” The words were no sooner out of her mouth than she began to sob.