Тесс Герритсен – Presumed Guilty (страница 4)
“I’ll get it,” said Phillip, and left to answer it.
“I just can’t
“It was only last night,” said Chase gently. “It takes time to get over the shock.”
“And there’s the funeral to think of. They won’t even tell me when they’ll release the—” She winced. “I don’t see why it takes so long. Why the state examiner has to go over and over it. I mean, can’t they
“The obvious isn’t always the truth,” said Cassie.
Evelyn looked at her daughter. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Phillip came back into the room. “Mom? That was Lorne Tibbetts on the phone.”
“Oh, Lord.” Evelyn rose unsteadily to her feet. “I’m coming.”
“He wants to see you in person.”
She frowned. “Right this minute? Can’t it wait?”
“You might as well get it over with, Mom. He’ll have to talk to you sooner or later.”
Evelyn turned and looked at Chase. “I can’t do this alone. Come with me, won’t you?”
Chase didn’t have the faintest idea where they were going or who Lorne Tibbetts was. At that moment what he really wanted was a hot shower and a bed to collapse onto. But that would have to wait.
“Of course, Evelyn,” he said. Reluctantly he stood, shaking the stiffness from his legs, which felt permanently flexed by the long drive from Greenwich.
Evelyn was already reaching for her purse. She pulled out the car keys and handed them to Chase. “I—I’m too upset to drive. Could you?”
He took the keys. “Where are we going?”
With shaking hands Evelyn slipped on her sunglasses. The swollen eyes vanished behind twin dark lenses. “The police,” she said.
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