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Chapter 07 - The Woman in the Red Coat

Luca drove home with Joanne's words turning over in his mind. Vanessa left with Sarah on the morning Sarah died. He remembered the funeral: Vanessa had sent flowers, though he hadn't known her then. A card signed simply V.B. had been tucked among the lilies. He had thought it came from a business associate.

Now he remembered that the flowers were white roses.

He did not call Vanessa. Helen had told him to ask questions that could be answered with something other than a lie.

She arranged for him to meet a retired state investigator named Miriam Tate, who had once handled complaints involving charitable organizations. Miriam lived in a narrow condominium full of books, postcards and the cheerful disorder of a woman who no longer apologized for owning too many things.

“Sarah did call our office,” Miriam said. “I took the call myself. She asked how to report a trustee's misappropriation and whether her daughter's property could be protected while we investigated.”

“Did she name the trustee?”

“Not on the phone. I told her to bring original records and copies of the disputed authorizations. We set an appointment for Friday.”

“She died Thursday.”

“I know. We tried to reach her on Friday morning. Someone answered her mobile and said she'd changed her mind.”

Luca's skin prickled. “Who?”

“A woman. She said she was Sarah's administrative assistant.”

“Sarah didn't have an administrative assistant.”

Miriam looked at him over her glasses. “I understood that eventually. Unfortunately, we closed the inquiry after learning of the accident. I wish I had followed up with her family.”

“Do you have a record?”

“A call log, and the preliminary intake note. Helen can request certified copies through the proper channels.” Miriam leaned back. “Mr. Moretti, your wife's complaint concerned money, but she was more worried about a child. She asked three times whether the beneficiary could lose a home because adults used her trust as collateral.”

Luca looked out at a bare tree beyond Miriam's window. For years he had wondered whether Sarah's last thought was of him. He found he did not mind knowing it was of Lily.

On Monday, Helen filed for emergency relief. The judge set a hearing for the afternoon, and a temporary restriction prevented the deed from being recorded while the signatures were examined. The sale was delayed, not defeated. Helen repeated the distinction until everyone stopped using the word saved.

Vanessa arrived at the courthouse in a camel-colored coat. Adrian walked several paces behind her. She approached Luca in the corridor as though they were merely a couple who had quarreled over the guest list.

“You could have spoken to me,” she said.

“I did. You showed me a paper and called Sarah a liar.”

“She was frightened and exhausted. People make decisions they later regret.”

“Did you ride with her that Thursday?”

Vanessa went still. There was a long space between the question and her answer.

“Yes.”

“Why didn't you tell me?”

“Because after the crash everyone was looking for someone to blame. I had argued with her. I didn't want to become the next terrible thing in your life.”

“You let me grieve beside you, and you knew her.”

“I didn't plan for any of this.”

“Which part?” he asked. “Her death? Or what you did after?”

Vanessa glanced at Adrian, who was watching from near the elevators. “Not here.”

He let her go. It took more strength than he expected.

That evening Claire found him in the kitchen, where he was attempting to peel a lemon with a knife clearly designed for carving meat.

“You're going to cut your hand,” she said.

“Apparently there's a lot I don't know how to do.”

She took the knife and fetched a small peeler from the drawer. “Lily asked me to teach her again tomorrow. She says you need more practice at being around cakes.”

He watched her work. “I haven't thanked you properly.”

“Please don't give me money,” she replied immediately. “I didn't do this for a reward.”

“I know. I was going to say thank you.”

Claire smiled down at the lemon. “Then I accept.”

He hesitated. “You're not obliged to stay. Vanessa may try to make things difficult.”

“She already has.” Claire set down the peeler. “She told the staffing agency I was stealing from the house. They suspended my placement. June said I could stay through the week, but I don't know who'll pay me.”

Luca stood. “I'll call them.”

“Don't call to bully them. Just tell them what you've seen and let them check.”

He looked at her in surprise. It was not often someone told him how to help.

“Fair,” he said.

Later he sat with Lily while she did her mathematics homework. She drew a careful border of yellow flowers around the answer to a division problem.

“Grandma Evelyn said Mommy was brave,” Lily said.

“She was.”

“Were you brave?”

He considered lying. “Sometimes. Not in the ways that mattered most to her.”

Lily rubbed out a crooked number. “You can try again. Miss Porter says that's how mathematics works.”

When she went to bed, June brought him a photograph from a box she had been sorting. It showed Sarah, Vanessa, and Adrian outside the blue house. On the back, Sarah had written: November. Meeting postponed. Need a witness next time.

June laid it down. “She showed me that picture a week before she died. She said if anyone asked, I should tell them Vanessa was not her friend.”

“Why didn't you tell me?”

“I tried, Luca. At the hospital, after the funeral. You told me to stop looking for someone to blame.”

He lowered his head. June put a hand briefly on his shoulder.

Then she handed him a second photograph. This one was a print from a security camera at the small diner beside the highway, taken Thursday afternoon shortly before Sarah's accident. Vanessa's red coat was visible beside a dark sedan; Sarah's car stood across the lot.

“She got out before Sarah drove on,” June said. “Joanne asked the diner owner to look through the old insurance file. He kept the image because there was a minor collision in the parking lot that day.”

Luca studied the timestamp. Sarah's accident had happened forty minutes later.

The photograph proved Vanessa had lied about the ride, but it proved something else as well. A third person stood between the women, half hidden by an open car door, holding Sarah's thick envelope.