I prefer to start stories at the end. Waiting all that time to get that final piece to the puzzle is just so cliche. What if I get halfway through and hate the way the main character is constantly leaning on walls, or that the sidekick is utterly incapable of apologizing for anything even when he’s clearly been mistaken, or that everyone is too blinded by unrequited lust to realize the undercover agent is clearly the woman who claims to be hooking up with different people every single night? I’m not as nihilistic as to expect to die before I make it to the end of a book, but I suppose that could happen, too.
I guess that’s why I want to start mine there, at the end of it, and then jump back to the beginning.
Here’s the big reveal, the reason you bought the ticket, the main course, or dessert depending on whether you usually have room for that. She changed it and took everyone but me off it. You get that? Hold on to that thought for a bit.
It all began in a hole in the ground. No, just kidding. Levity in the face of sadness, you know? No, it began with a scalded cup of tea at the house of what could be my least favourite person; my partner’s ex, Lois.
For three weeks leading up to the meeting, Jane had been acting strange and leaving the house at odd hours. The phone rang in the middle of the night, at dinner, at work when I visited, all the time. Most of the time, if we were busy, she’d just glance at it, turn off her phone and brush it off as a telemarketer. But I knew her. We’d been together for two years and I knew her. Sometimes, though, it was even stranger. She’d pick the phone up and leave without a word; she wouldn’t even answer it until she was two shut doors away from me and she’d only be gone a minute or two. Those times, she returned with a glassy look in her eye and some bubbly excuse that included too much detail and not enough eye contact.
Finally, after all that time, her phone rang on the coffee table when she was in the bathroom. My heart pounded the whole time as I considered my options; we had an open relationship so it seemed unlikely that she was hiding a tryst from me and she was one of the kindest and sweetest people you’d ever meet so it couldn’t be something nefarious. Still, I needed to know what it was. Taking a deep breath, I picked it up and answered, “Hello?” as quietly as I could.
“Lee?” a woman on the other end asked, uncertainty mixed with something I couldn’t put my finger on.
“You’re the one calling at all hours? She’s hiding an affair with you?” I chuckled. It had crossed my mind, but it seemed silly. I just wanted her to be happy and if that was being happy in another relationship, that wasn’t something I would stand in the way of.
I could practically hear Lois’s eyes rolling, the pretentious bitch, as she sighed, “No, it’s not like that. It’s uh, you know, can you swing by tomorrow at nine in the morning? I’ll make tea.” All through the first three months of our relationship, tea was a sore subject. You couldn’t bring it up without hearing how horrible Lois made tea; something no one ought to be able to screw up so badly. Now, I needed to endure that if I was going to get answers, well, as long as she had them. If not, I was going to drink burnt tea for nothing.
“Fine,” I replied and hung up. I put the phone back and sat back on the couch just in time for Jane to return. “Popcorn?” I asked as she glanced nervously at the phone on the table.
When I arrived at Lois’s place, I was surprised at how nice the neighbourhood was. On the only two occasions I’d had to visit, I’d done so in the middle of the night to pick Jane up after one of their many breakups. Everything looks sharp and foreboding with the streetlights casting shadows across the street. Iron gates looked dangerous and the imposing block of houses was like a fortress. Really, the houses were pristine and brightly painted in well-considered colours, everyone had little fences lined with flowering plants, there weren’t cars randomly parked everywhere, and the passersby were from an upper-echelon I could never manage. Man, Jane was really considering a step down the social ladder if she came to live with me.
I knocked on the door and Lois immediately opened it. “Lee,” she greeted me, nodding and stepping to the side. As I sidled past her into the living room, which looked plucked from a magazine, she stepped out and glanced up and down the street. Shutting and locking the door, she stepped through to the dining room, with an elaborate metal and fabric leaf centrepiece, and waved her hand at the end of the table. “Be right back,” she muttered, going into the kitchen and around the corner.
I cleared my throat, slipped my jacket off, and hung it on the back of my chair. When I sat down, I could see a pile of photos stacked on a bottom cabinet; I recognized the top one as Jane and Lois at the lakehouse and felt a pang.
Setting a tea tray down in the middle of the table, Lois poured my cup and looked expectantly. Could you really fix bad tea with add-ins? “Milk and sugar, please,” I replied to the unasked question. She dumped a teaspoon of bleached sweetener into the cup, poured deep auburn liquid out of the pot, and added a splash of milk from a miniature pitcher. A bit sloshed out onto the tablecloth, but she didn’t seem to notice. Passing it to me, she dumped sugar into her own cup before adding tea and taking her seat.
“So, you’ve obviously noticed the phone calls,” she sighed as she leaned back in the chair to glare at me like a predatory animal.
I couldn’t help the snort that came out of my nose. Nodding, I chuckled, “Um, yeah. Noticed them. You’re the one who keeps calling?”
Reaching for her cup, Lois cradled it with one hand and sighed deeply. “You’d think, but for the most part it’s been her other ex,” she explained, staring into the teacup as though it held the answers. For all I knew, it did. Looking up at me, finally, she added, “Well, most of them have been calling, but it’s primarily been from Derek.”
I knew Jane spent a lot of time figuring herself out, as had I, but I couldn’t figure out why they were calling her now. “So, what, you guys just all keep calling for a friendly chat?” I suggested, feeling less comfortable with my standing with Jane by the second.
“Don’t like the tea?” Lois asked.
If it had been anyone else, someone I felt akin to or respected in the slightest, I probably would have just turned the conversation back to Jane and gotten away from talk of tea. Instead, I grinned and shook my head. Tapping the cup, I replied, “I honestly don’t trust you, like, at all. And I don’t accept food from people I feel that way about.” No one knew I was there. I knew the two of them had a tumultuous relationship at the best of times. I also knew Jane had been with me during her tenure with Lois, albeit at the very end. I didn’t want to take any chances.
“Seriously?” she sniggered, “You think I, what, poisoned the tea so I could get Jane back?” After a few seconds, she took a large swig of scalding tea and cleared her throat. I took a sip of sweetened, burnt tea and grimaced. Rolling her eyes, Lois finally answered my question, “I was calling to make sure that my name was still in her will. As were, I assume, all the other people who’ve been calling. Yes, ‘all of them’ does sound like a lot, & it is.” She noted the last bit when I furrowed my brow. I must have kept the look because she added, “You’re not the only woman to pique her interest enough to love, though you seem to be the only one out of the money loop.”
“Person, I’m not the only person,” I snapped under my breath. After a second, knowing she didn’t care, I asked, “I’ve never seen a will and I don’t know what money you’re talking about.”
“Like I said, the only,” she started before looking down and sighing, “person who doesn’t.” Maybe horrible people could change. “Look,” she continued, “Jane is heir to a bunch of money that’s been slowly trickling in, with conditions, until she hits thirty tomorrow. Then, she gets an absolutely obscene amount in one go and can just do whatever she wants with it.” Staring at a bowl of shiny stones on the table, I must have looked shell-shocked. “She must have realized telling people about it complicated her relationships, which I can understand. It did, ours. I know I’m not the only one she still has in her will because she’s, well, who she is. She’s the kindest person you can imagine and she doesn’t want to hurt anyone and I’m sure she’d consider taking someone out of the will a betrayal of some kind,” she continued, spiralling until her voice faded away. That was how I thought about former loves I never fully got over; it made you sad and happy and you couldn’t help but get trapped in those moments.
Finally, I snapped out of it and asked, “So, everyone’s calling to get money or something?”
Lois opened her mouth a few times without speaking. “Uh, well, I think mostly it’s just to make sure if something happened, they’d get something out of it, but,” she began before stopping herself.
There was a pit growing in my stomach as she spoke. “But you’re worried about her,” I suggested. The silence in the room was palpable and exceedingly more uncomfortable than I thought possible. “You think someone, maybe this Derek guy, is gonna do something to Jane?” I prodded, not wanting to think about the prospect at all.
Silence, again. Lois took a tentative sip of tea before looking me in the eye and asking, “Wouldn’t you?”
I got out of there so fast I’m surprised I didn’t make a me-shaped hole in the door. The drive home was a blur; I think I may have cut someone off and run a just-red light, but who’s to say, really? When I pulled into my parking spot and jogged into the faux marble foyer with the half-lit plastic chandelier, I couldn’t help but think about how much Jane was giving up, socially, to be with me. Our elevator was a shuddering, slow monstrous thing that growled and groaned as soon as the doors finally shut. Normally, I took the stairs, but I was on the fourteenth floor and I knew this would be at least marginally faster. Technically, I lived on the thirteenth, but the developer was superstitious so we didn’t have a thirteenth floor. Because that just made an entire floor of a building disappear or something.
Bolting down the dim hallway, I stopped cold at my door. It was slightly ajar. Jane never left it open. I never left it open. No one I knew would leave a door open. Not in my neighbourhood.
I gently pushed the door open and crept inside. There were no signs of anything nefarious having happened; everything was in its place, or rather, where I left it. After three sweeps of the entire apartment, all I’d found was a half-eaten cheese sandwich out of place.
Sitting down on the couch, I pulled my phone out and called Jane’s number. After a few seconds, something buzzed nearby and the tinkling ringtone of Jane’s phone started playing. I leapt up and searched around until I found her phone stuck under the couch. Groaning, I turned the phone off and sat heavily on the couch again; never would Jane have left her cell unless something happened.
When the screen went blank, I tapped it to bring up the photo of the two of us on my balcony on our first date. She had this infectious grin on her lips and I was staring at her like she was the world. I’d never dated anyone quite like Jane.
On that night, I had reserved a spot at one of the swanky restaurants down the street, but when we got there, our table had been given to someone else. Apparently, I didn’t have the money to secure a spot, not really. I’d been so embarrassed and I wanted to impress Jane. She didn’t care where we went. We ended up at a seventies diner down the street with a little league baseball team celebrating in one half of the joint. The burgers were greasy, the shakes were real ice cream, and the coffee smelled so burnt I almost couldn’t drink it. It was the best date I’ve ever had. The diner was open all night and we were there until three chatting about anything and everything.
Finally, after Jane secretly paid the tab, we headed back to my place and sat on the balcony for two more hours until the sun started to just brush the sky with crimson. The selfie we took was my most precious possession.
I don’t know how long I stood there staring at the phone before I realized it had turned off. When I hit it again to see the photo, I must have swiped because the phone unlocked, which was strange because she had a password. It opened to a note.
lea. i’m so sorry. please don’t look for me. i’ll explain when i can. jane.
I read through that letter maybe a hundred times before I put the phone down. There was so much wrong with that message. Anyone reading it wouldn’t have realized it, but I wasn’t anyone. My given name was Lea and no one used that anymore, it was always Lee. Autocorrect be damned, Jane would never do that. It wasn’t something she would overlook. Then there was not using capitalization. Anyone with a phone knows how annoying it is to have a sentence begin with a capital letter; it would have taken time and effort.
“Oh!” I sighed, vaguely remembering a night ages ago when Jane had been talking about spies and codes and secret things. She’d talked about something to do with capital letters; maybe that they signified doing the opposite? At any rate, I wasn’t going to let her disappearance lie. “Sorry, Jane, but I love you too much to just let something happen to you,” I murmured as I slid the phone into my purse. Whether someone had taken her and forced her to write that or she’d left on her own, I was going to find her.
After almost a full day of searching through Jane’s apartment, then to her office, before arriving back at the apartment, I finally found her diary in the most obvious, simple place of all. I jest. She’d sewn it into the bottom of her mattress right in the middle so I nearly knocked the ceiling fan down to tip it up. Every single page was covered from top to bottom in her perfect, neat handwriting with the swirl on the q and i; it was like seeing her, those letters. And, on the very last page, written right down to the end of the last line, was a clue as to where she was going. The secrecy stuff was finally beginning to make sense. We had a kind of shorthand, code, that only the two of us would probably be able to decipher. West. That was all I needed, after all this time. The s had a tiny splotch where her calligraphy pen had faltered. She’d left it with the ink well open on the makeup desk. I thought it was a clue that she’d left in a hurry, but it was darker, sadder than that. She was saying goodbye with those rusted and ruined implements.
I wiped tears from my eyes and put the notebook back, carefully lying the mattress down and making it look like someone had slept there instead of turning the whole thing over. It was a noisy job but it helped me calm down a bit. Tracks covered, I left the room and headed for the door when a light switched on in the far corner of the room. My heart nearly stopped.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Lois asked as she sat in one of Jane’s comfortable, high-fashion chairs.
I rubbed my eyes as my heart started to calm. Looking at her, I replied, “To find Jane.”
Standing, she stated, “I’m coming with you.”
“You’re really not,” I replied, pulling my keys out of my purse. When I looked up, Lois had a gun.
“I’m coming with you,” she repeated, taking a step forward, causing me to take one back.
Shaking my head, I replied, “See, I’m the only one who knows where she’s gone, and quite frankly, I don’t trust you.” Lois just glared. “And the uh, the gun isn’t really helping me trust you more,” I added, hoping she’d realize that shooting me wasn’t the best solution.
She took a step back and fell into the chair, weapon still pointed in my general direction. “You’ve got the info, I’ve got a gun, sounds like an uneasy alliance to me,” she suggested, looking slightly defeated. Maybe I looked like an easier target than I was.
“So, what? You want to be Jane’s saviour? You think she’ll come running back to you if you’re the one who finds her?” I spat, feeling emboldened.
Lois laughed mirthlessly and replied, “Ha, no. She’s not gonna take me back. And even if she did, I wouldn’t want a piece of the complicated relationship you got there. I get that it’s messy and shit. I just, I really just, I love her and want her to be happy, Lee.” It was sad, seeing a woman I’d spent a long time hating and who, by all accounts today, I should still hate, falling apart.
“Come on, you don’t want to make sure you get a piece of that money. Maybe she’ll give you a reward?” I continued, putting my bag down and leaning on the counter.
This time, when Lois laughed, I could almost see a smile. “You’ve been to my townhouse, Lee. Does it look like I need the money?” she asked.
I shook my head and, determined to remain opposite Lois, I retorted, “Maybe you do. Maybe you need it to pay off a mafia enforcer? How do I know?” All the memories of my early friendship with Jane came flooding back and I snapped, “All that time, her talking about how you were pissed at her. I picked her up from your house with tears on her cheeks and a horrified look in her eyes. I was there when you scared her. I was always the one picking up the pieces. You always sounded unhinged.”
For a moment, Lois let that accusation hang in the air like an unwanted gift. I wasn’t going to take it back and she knew it.
“Jane and I were friends long, long before you. For ages we were best friends and then she fell for me and, I mean, that’s what she does. She falls for people she loves and then they disappoint her. They get greedy or they want to be their own person,” she mused, eyes glassy in memories. She blinked and looked to me. “Me? I didn’t want to stop working even though she could have covered us for the rest of our lives,” she explained quietly, “That’s why she wouldn’t tell you why we broke up all those times. You never wondered?”
“I had, but it wasn’t my business,” I murmured.
“Yeah, and if she’d told you about that, then she would have had to tell you about the money,” she continued harshly. Lois had that edge to the truth that only comes from truly loving the person you’re talking about; it was painful and barbed, and deeply truthful. Chuckling, she stood up and dropped the gun into her bag on the floor. Nodding at me, she spoke simply, “Now that we’ve both made clear our disdain, how about that uneasy alliance?”
The drive up to the lake house was extremely uncomfortable. The only words spoken were short directions about where to turn and grunts in response as Lois sped down the highway and onto a dirt road. Perhaps I should have suggested we take my beat-up car to avoid damaging her new-smell car, but I hadn’t; she didn’t know we were going off in the middle of nowhere.
Finally, we pulled in behind a large cabin and parked. I say cabin. What I meant was a fully-loaded chalet on the edge of a pristine lake with more bedrooms than my family home and a dock that could hold five boats. When we visited before, Jane always told me it was a close friend of her mother’s who owned it and there were no family pictures anywhere; the whole thing looked like it had come out of a magazine right down to the decorative grasses in a vase by the door.
“Now what, Sherlock?” Lois snapped as we stepped onto the wrapping patio and it creaked lightly. I turned and she rolled her eyes, adding, “I don’t have a key.” As she pushed past and leaned on the railing, I sighed. Why did I even bring her, if she was going to be this insolent? Right, the reason was rattling around in the purse on her arm.
When she looked my way, I started patting my pockets and shrugging. She sneered at me as I walked to the door and typed in the six-digit code. The door swung open and the lights automatically came on, illuminating the stunning home. Lois sauntered past without so much as a thankful glance.
For a few seconds, I stood in the doorway, wondering what was off. “Hey, the alarm didn’t go off,” I stated as Lois started throwing pillows off the couch.
Glancing at me, she asked, “Does it usually? We weren’t here alone often and I honestly cannot remember that.”
I nodded and stood perfectly still, listening for any sound. After a few minutes of that, Lois became impatient and exclaimed, “Magic Potion Perfect for Everything!”
Though I knew exactly what she was talking about, I turned to stare at her. She was holding a deep blue bottle aloft, the shimmering liquid swirling and glistening in the stark light. Rolling my eyes, I replied, “Yeah, that was from a party we went to. I can’t even remember who was hosting it, but they were having a make-your-own alcohol thing. Neither of us drink, as you know, so we just left it here hoping one day Jane would have people over.” Thinking about it, about her, was painful; it was like my chest was compressing and I couldn’t breathe and the world was ending.
“We could drink it. Maybe we’d forget about Jane, since it cures everything,” Lois shouted, her voice developing an edge. I recognized the sound as the precursor for a panic attack. It wasn’t my job to keep Lois on the rails; she decided to tag along with me, knowing the risks, or at least more of them than I had.
I was about to suggest she wait outside and, yeah, maybe have a drink when a door down the hallway slammed and I jumped. Before I could do anything, a man stepped out into the light, a gun drawn. I’ll admit I was more concerned this time than the first.
“Stay where you are,” he shouted, his eyes flicking between the two of us.
Taking a deep breath, I asked, “You’re Derek, right?” The man didn’t change his expression, but he started to focus on me. “Did you find Jane?” I tried, taking a small step away from Lois, so he couldn’t look at both of us at the same time.
“Hey, stop moving!” he shouted, pointing the gun at me.
I was hoping as loudly as I could that Lois could think on her feet as I continued to slowly inch away. “Sorry, just, she was about to have a panic attack and uh, and I don’t want to be near her,” I spoke slowly, watching as Lois reached into her bag. To fill the silence, I asked, “Come on, you can tell me if you found her. I love her, too. I mean, she’s a great girl. She uh, she-”
I didn’t have time to shut my eyes as the gun went off and Derek screamed. Lunging forward as he fell, I grabbed the gun as it slid across the floor and pointed it at the intruder. She hit him in the leg and he was writhing as blood gushed. The metallic taste was making my stomach hurt, but I kept my mind on my partner’s exes. Across the room, I could hear Lois’s breath rattling in her throat.
“Bitch!” Derek yelled at Lois, groaning.
Composing myself, I called, “Lois, if you can hear me, let me know and find a first aid kit.” In place of a response was the clatter of the gun on the counter and the opening of creaky cabinets. “Alright, Derek, you’re gonna tell us what you found here,” I demanded, wishing I’d never met any of them.
He laughed and spat, “I don’t have to tell you anything.”
He had a point. Nodding, I replied, “No, you don’t. But if you want help with your leg and maybe even a ride to a hospital, you will. Otherwise, I’ll leave, set the alarm, and watch for the cops to swarm.” I glanced around the house and added, “I expect the response time in this neighbourhood is pretty snappy.”
After a few seconds, he pulled himself up a bit, putting pressure on his leg. “I found a will in the safe but it’s worthless. It’s obviously out-of-date,” he groaned, nodding towards the hall. “Office upstairs, second on the right. She’s not here, either. I don’t know if she ever was,” he added when I dropped the gun.
“Was the alarm on when you arrived?” I asked, starting to piece together the events of the day.
Shaking his head, he replied, “No, it wasn’t. Huh, I didn’t realize. She might have been here, then.” Realization was dawning in his eyes, too.
Lois appeared at my side and pulled me off into the living room. Keeping my eye on Derek, I glanced at the woman melting down before me. “We should kill him,” she whispered, staring at me like she wanted my head to melt.
“What?” I snapped. I shook my head and whispered, “We don’t need to kill him. He’s not gonna risk telling anyone that you shot him.”
Now, she was trained on the man lying on the floor in agony. “I’m gonna go kill him,” she repeated quietly. I turned and grabbed the gun from her hand.
“No. Go upstairs and see if there’s anything else in the office safe. Don’t do anything else, Lois,” I growled. When she looked at me, her expression changed from manic to scared. I had all the power now. How the hell did that happen? “Go,” I repeated, heading into the kitchen to find the first aid kit. When Lois’s footsteps were too far away, I asked Derek, “What were you calling about all the time?” If Lois was this off the rails, maybe I had everyone else wrong.
He sighed and replied, “Jane promised to keep me in, to give me some money, if I didn’t tell anyone I cheated on her.” I was going to ask why people knowing about it would be so negative for her, but he clearly came from the same wealth class as I had, “It was a social embarrassment for her. I don’t know why that’s such a big thing for them, rich people.”
“I wouldn’t know, either,” I murmured as I pulled out the bag and crossed the room, juggling two guns on my arm. Dropping the bag beside Derek, I sighed, “I feel a little better not helping you with it. Sorry. I will call an ambulance if you want, when we leave.”
“Not the first time I’ve been shot, probably not the last, either,” he replied with a wink. I didn’t expect to be hanging around my partner’s ex this much, but I suppose no one ever does. “She seems to really love you, Lee. I mean, she loves everyone she’s with, but it sounded like she really loves you. Like maybe she’s real with you.” He was unwrapping bandages and starting to work on his wound like a soldier. Who was this guy? And what was Jane doing with him?
“Nothing. He must have taken everything,” Lois called as she came down the stairs. She rounded the corner with a gleam in her eye.
I stood between them and told her plainly, “You and I are going to go. We’re not killing him.” For a second, she looked about to protest but thought better of it. “I’ll meet you in the car,” I added, holding my ground until she stalked off into the kitchen, grabbed her bag, and headed for the door. “I’m sorry for all of this,” I sighed, turning to Derek as he continued to struggle.
“Honestly, I was just happy when you disarmed Lois. She’s a crazy bitch,” he muttered, tightening a tourniquet around his thigh.
Nodding, I left the house, shutting the door behind me and was just in time to watch a cloud of dirt kicking up as Lois sped away. “Shit,” I muttered, waving one of the guns after her. Behind me, something snapped in a bush and I turned as Jane stepped out onto the path.
For a few seconds, shock had me rooted to the spot. She looked fine, unharmed. Finally, I managed to move and dropped both the guns I was carrying in a bush; I was fairly certain my love for Jane would stamp out any irrational thoughts, but I couldn’t be one hundred percent on it.
“Hi, Lee,” she whispered. It wasn’t her usual voice, to be sure, but it was one I recognized. Shame.
I wanted to run to her and hold her tight, tell her everything was gonna be alright. I wanted nothing more than to wake up beside her and realize this whole ordeal had been a fever dream. I wanted my amazing partner back to being herself. But I couldn’t do any of that. “Derek is in your kitchen with a gunshot wound. He’s probably gonna be kinda pissed so we should go,” I stated, attempting to keep my tone reasonably level. When she didn’t move, I added, “Jane, whatever you’ve been doing, I don’t care right now. Lois thinks she’s on your trail and Derek was here to-”
“To tell me to do what I told him I would,” she cut me off, matching my monotone. Nodding, she held out her hand and led the way back to the lake house. When we reached the bottom step, she turned and assured me, “He knows it wouldn’t help to hurt me, Lee. He won’t do anything rash.”
I let her lead me to the door and we stepped inside. I hadn’t noticed the tinge of metal in the air before, but it caught in my throat as the door closed behind me. “But, he was right there,” I murmured. There was a pool of blood where Derek had been and no sign of him. Letting go of Jane’s hand, I stepped around the blood and glanced up the stairs, listening intently. Adrenaline was setting in; this time it was in the form of panic instead of calm.
Jane was glancing around at her house, at the blood, at the ransacked cupboards. Finally, she turned to me and asked, “Did he find the will?” She was completely calm.
“Uh, yeah, well, no. I mean, he found one but said it was out of date,” I replied with a tinge of terror I couldn’t stamp out of my voice.
“Good. I needed a decoy and I knew he’d know,” she murmured more to herself than me. Leaning on the wall near the door, she continued, “The only copy of my current will is at my lawyer’s office. I’ve been keeping it there for ages, the real one, and using the others in case people broke in. Mainly, my exes.” Did I really know this woman at all?
Chuckling, I snapped, “You lied to Derek, didn’t you? You took him out.” I was starting to wish I’d brought the gun.
She just smiled. It was the kind of smile that doesn’t touch your eyes; a crocodile smile that means nothing. “Honestly, I lied to everyone. I took them all out of the will, this last one,” she admitted, detaching from the wall and pacing towards me. When she was a couple of feet away, she asked, “Do you want to know what the will says now?”
Considering my options, I finally nodded and she held out her hands. When I stepped forward and took them, she smiled a little too wide.
“I took everyone else out of it, took the silly stipulation about no money being given out if my death was suspicious, and I put you in as the sole beneficiary,” she whispered, pulling me closer. Staring into my eyes with a coldness I’d never noticed before, she added, “I did this, all this secrecy and stuff, for you.”
I let that sink in a moment before I dropped her hands and asked, “Why would you do that, Jane? I don’t care about the money! I didn’t even know about the money!” Turning so I didn’t have to look at her face, I snapped, “I just wanted to be with you. None of that other stuff mattered as long as we were together. I would have been fine living paycheque to paycheque.” Anger was bubbling up and tears warmed my eyes.
When Jane put her hand on my shoulder, gently like she always did, I flinched and she dropped it. “All my life, Lee, everyone always just befriended me because of what I had,” she murmured. Did she want me to feel sorry for her for being rich? Sniffing, she continued, “All they wanted was money or influence or fame or whatever; they wanted to be noticed and were greedy.” When I turned, she was wiping tears from the edge of her eye. “I just, I can’t trust that you don’t want that, too. And so, so you have to be a part of it, of everything, so you won’t. So, I,” she cried, emotion finally returning to her eyes, “Please just don’t leave me.”
I shook my head and laughed to keep from screaming. “Jane, I love you. I fucking love you, whether you have money or not. Actually, at this point, not might be preferable,” I shouted to get some of the nervous and angry energy out. Shaking a little, I continued, “I don’t care if you want to give every person you’ve ever slept with or thought about or looked at some money. I really don’t. I just want you to be happy and, and I just. Maybe I-”
Groaning, I sighed and held my head, pressing on my eyes until I saw stars. When I looked back at Jane, I finished my thought, “Maybe I just can’t do this with all this pressure. I don’t want to be constantly worried I’m gonna embarrass you or that you’re gonna flip out because one of us messed something up or, or that something’s gonna happen to you.” She reached out and I took another step back. “No, I think, I think I just need some time to, to think,” I muttered, turning swiftly and walking out of the lake house.
Time to think turned out to be a couple dozen hours. When I turned my tv on to the news the following night, I was greeted with a very familiar face. The outlet was reporting there was a robbery gone wrong at Jane’s lake house; a man had broken in to steal a will and found Jane there, armed. She’d wounded him, but he hadn’t missed. They had footage of Derek being wheeled into jail and the reporter ended by telling viewers that the sole beneficiary of Jane’s very substantial fortune was being withheld until they had been notified.
If I’d stayed, she might still be alive. We may both be dead. If I’d told her to come with me, she might still be alive. We may both be dead. If I’d never met Jane, she might still be alive.
When my phone rang, I let it almost ring out before answering it.