I've Got You Under My Skin

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Regina carefully packed the few new clothes she had brought in preparation for the program. I may be trading these for an orange jumpsuit, she thought bitterly. Score one hundred for Robert Powell. He ruined my life when I was fifteen years old, and now he has his big chance to ruin the rest of it. I wouldn’t be surprised if he put Josh up to going through my bag.

But in the note Dad accuses him and Betsy of deliberately setting him up for a scam. Why would Robert want that to come out? Josh must be doing this on his own. I’ve got to pay him off, she thought. How ironic-I have publicly made myself more likely to be accused of being Betsy’s murderer than if I’d stayed home selling real estate.

Efficiently, she packed her overnight bag and a large suitcase. Now where? she asked herself. I don’t feel like calling for room service. I’ve got a car downstairs, courtesy of Mr. Powell. Should I?

Yes, she decided, why not? She would have him drive her past her old house, then take her to the restaurant where she and her parents used to go regularly for dinner.

Auld lang syne, she thought.

One more night in the house she hated! Why did I do this to myself?

It was a question Claire had been asking herself since the plane landed. Had it been stupid to make herself up to resemble her mother that first morning? Had she done it to stick it to “Daddy Rob”? Maybe. He’d had the nerve to open the door of her bedroom right after her interview this morning to ask her that very question. Why didn’t I ever press charges against him in all these years? she asked herself. Why don’t I do it now?

She knew the answer. Because it gave me a perfect reason to kill my mother, and because, with his battery of lawyers, Daddy Rob would have held me up as a demented liar, and my mother would have loved backing him up. That’s why I became a counselor, she thought. I wanted to help other girls in my situation. But not many of them told me that their mothers accepted the fact that their stepfather came sneaking into their room at night. I know that until I go into therapy myself, I’ll never move forward with my life, Claire conceded. He’s held me hostage all these years.

There was one way she could get to him. Tonight and tomorrow morning she would again wear makeup and style her hair to accentuate her remarkable resemblance to his dear Betsy. As if that makes a bit of difference in the grand scheme of things, Claire thought bitterly as she picked up the phone to order room service. I wonder if Nina will faint again when she sees me.

And why was she, of all people, the one to faint in the first place?

Nina packed, then had room service send up dinner. As she listlessly took a bite of cordon bleu, her phone rang. To her astonishment, it was Grant.

“Couldn’t help wondering how the interview went,” he said. “Alex Buckley is notorious for shaking up witnesses.”

“Well, he did an Oscar-worthy performance on me,” Nina said. “Wait until you see it.”

“Hey, you sound pretty down.”

“I guess I am,” Nina admitted.

“Try not to be, but I understand. I was a witness in a fraud case twenty years ago. It wasn’t pleasant.”

Pleasant! That’s a good word, Nina thought as she listened to Grant tell her he was looking forward to seeing her and wished her a good flight.

Nina took a large swallow of vodka from the tumbler beside her dinner plate. Maybe if I promise my mother to give her all the money left after paying Josh, she’ll be satisfied, she thought. Especially if she knows that an A-list producer like Grant is dating me!

In Mount Sinai Hospital, Leo was looking at his watch with growing impatience. It was twenty to eight, and Laurie still wasn’t there. But just as he was sure she would have to take Timmy’s call in the car, Laurie appeared in the doorway. The tall, impressive-looking guy behind her was instantly recognizable as the famous Alex Buckley.

Laurie rushed to hug him. “Dad, I’m so sorry. They should take the East River Drive and bury it at sea. There was a fender bender at 125th Street. You would have thought it was a terror attack for the traffic jam it caused.”

“At ease,” Leo said, “or you’ll be the next one in here with heart fibrillations.” He looked up at Alex. “Wouldn’t you agree with that, counselor?”

“I certainly agree that your daughter is under a lot of stress,” Alex said carefully as he pulled up a chair at Leo Farley’s bedside. “But she’s doing a great job with this program, I can promise you that.”

“Now, before you ask me again, Laurie, yes, I feel fine, and yes, I get out tomorrow morning,” Leo Farley declared. “What time do you wrap up this witch hunt you’re on?”

“Hey, Dad, that’s not exactly what I would call having respect for my work,” Laurie protested.

“I have every respect for your work,” Leo said. “But if I had gotten away with murder for twenty years and now I was under a spotlight where every word I said in front of a national viewing audience could be picked over by all the amateur sleuths in the country, I might be driven to do whatever it took to cover my tracks.”

Alex saw that both Leo and Laurie kept glancing at their watches. It was five to eight.

“Timmy’s late calling. I’d better call the office at the camp again and check to see if anything is wrong,” Leo said.

“Dad, you’ve been calling the office at the camp?” Laurie asked.

“You bet I have. That way I can keep them on their toes and make sure that there’s no lapse in security there. What do you think, Alex?”

“In your situation, if I were the parent or grandparent, I would do exactly the same thing,” Alex agreed.

The ringing of Laurie’s phone brought a collective sigh of relief. Before it rang again, she and Leo were saying, “Hi, Timmy.”

“Hi, Mom,” a happy young voice answered. “I was worried that you wouldn’t get home in time to have Grandpa with you when I called.”

“Well, we’re both here,” Laurie said.

Alex listened as Timmy described his activities of the day. He was on the “A” swim team. He liked the three other guys in his tent. Camp was fun. It was only at the end of the conversation that his tone became wistful. “I miss you guys. Are you really, really coming up on visiting day?”

“We are really, really coming up on visiting day,” Laurie promised.

“You bet we are,” Leo said emphatically. “Have I ever broken a promise to you, big guy?”

“No, Grandpa.”

“Do you think I’m going to start now?” Leo demanded with mock severity in his voice.

The wistful note was gone.

“No, Grandpa,” Timmy said happily.

When they said their final good-bye, Laurie looked at Alex. “That’s my little guy,” she said proudly.

“He sounds like a great kid,” Alex said honestly.

“And now I want you two to go get something to eat and start back to Robert Powell’s place,” Leo said firmly. “You’ll be late enough as it is. Laurie, I hope you’re going to take a couple of days off after you wrap up this program.”

“That’s the last thing I’ll be doing, Dad. In fact, that’s almost funny. Postproduction can be the toughest part of it. But I agree with you-emotionally, this one has been tough. I have to tell you, I hope I’m never under suspicion of having committed a murder.”

Alex knew which way Laurie and her father’s thoughts were turning. “I’ll defend you, ten percent discount,” he promised. They both laughed, and when Alex said good-bye to Leo he heard himself saying, “I defended some people in cases about which I’d love to have your opinion. Would you want to have dinner sometime?”

“Sure I would,” Leo agreed.

“Can I come?” Laurie laughed.

“There’s no question about that,” Alex said, his tone now serious.

With a final good-bye to Leo, they went downstairs and left the hospital.

“I love Manhattan,” Laurie sighed. “It’s home sweet home.”

“So do I,” Alex agreed. “Look, we don’t have to be back to that mausoleum until eleven, and it’s only eight thirty now. Why don’t we have a relaxed dinner?”

“We were talking about grabbing a hamburger.”

“Forget it. Marea on Central Park South is one of the best restaurants in New York. It’s always full, but by this time the theatre crowd has gone. Okay with you?”

“Perfect,” Laurie said. Relaxed now that Leo looked good and Timmy sounded happy, she knew she would enjoy the evening dining with Alex.

At that very moment, Bruno was crossing the Tappan Zee Bridge on the way to Timmy’s camp.