Where Are You Now?

73

T hank you for seeing us, Mr. Wallace,” Barrott said politely.

“That’s all right. Is there any news of Mack?” Elliott asked.

“No, I’m afraid there isn’t but we do have a few matters you can help us clear up.”

“Of course.” He gestured for the detectives to take a seat.

“You know Howard Altman?”

“Yes, I do. He is the employee of my client Derek Olsen.”

“Didn’t you actually recommend Altman to Mr. Olsen ten years ago?”

“I believe I did.”

“How did you happen to know Mr. Altman?”

“I’m not really sure. As I recall, a former client had sold some real estate and was looking to place him.” Elliott’s expression was blank.

“Who was that client?”

“I’m not even sure I can remember. I dealt with him only briefly. But it was one of those coincidences. Olsen had been in and mentioned he was having a terrible time getting good help, and I passed Altman’s name along to him.”

“I see. We’d certainly appreciate having that client’s name, and I’m sure you’d want to find him. Altman may be a suspect in the abduction of Leesey Andrews, which of course would clear the name of Mack MacKenzie.”

“Anything that would clear Mack’s name would be priceless to me,” Elliott told Barrott, his voice shaking with emotion.

Barrott studied him, taking in the beautifully tailored suit, the crisp white shirt, the handsome blue and red tie. He watched as Wallace took off his glasses, polished them, then put them back on. What is it about this guy that I’m seeing, he asked himself. It’s the eyes and the forehead. They looked familiar. Then he wondered: Is it possible? My God, he resembles Altman. He signaled to Gaylor to take over the questioning.

“Mr. Wallace, isn’t it a fact that you are the executor of Mack MacKenzie’s estate?”

“I am the executor of all the MacKenzie family trusts.”

“The sole executor?”

“Yes.”

“What are the terms of Mack’s trust?”

“It was set up by his grandfather. He was not to receive income from it until he reached the age of forty.”

“In the meantime, of course, it continues to grow.”

“Certainly. It has been carefully invested.”

“What would happen if Mack died?”

“The trust would go to his children, and if he had none, to his sister, Carolyn.”

“Could Mack have asked for an advance from his trust for what you as executor deemed to be a responsible reason?”

“It would have to be extremely responsible. His grandfather wanted no playboy heirs.”

“How about the fact that he was about to get married; that his future wife was pregnant with his child; that he no longer wanted his parents to pay his way; that he would put himself through college and would want to pay for his wife to go to medical school? Would all that be good and sufficient reason to dip into the trust?”

“It might be, but that situation did not occur.” Elliott Wallace stood up. “As you can understand, I have a busy calendar and-”

Barrott’s cell phone rang. It was Nick DeMarco. Barrott listened, determined to keep an inscrutable look on his face. Carolyn MacKenzie was missing. The new victim, he thought.

Wallace, holding an arm out, was attempting to usher them out of his office. Lucas Reeves is right, Barrott thought. It all fits into place. He decided to trick Wallace with false information.

“Not so fast, Mr. Wallace,” he said. “We’re not going anywhere. We have Howard Altman in custody. He’s bragging about the abductions. He’s bragging about working for you.” He paused for a moment. “You didn’t tell us you were related to him.”

Finally, Wallace’s unruffled exterior showed signs of strain. “Oh, poor Howie,” he sighed. With one hand he leaned on his desk, and with the other he reached into the top drawer. “He’s totally delusional, of course.”

“No, he isn’t,” Barrott snapped.

Elliott Wallace sighed again. “My psychopathic nephew promised to die in a breathtaking fashion and take Carolyn and Leesey with him. He couldn’t even handle that well.”

In a single, quick motion, Elliott Wallace removed a small pistol from his desk drawer and held it to his forehead. “As Cousin Franklin would have put it, ‘My fellow Americans, farewell,’” he said, and pulled the trigger.