just happened to die from unknown causes and drop a plane that just happened to explode on impact for no apparent reason.â She pressed her palms on the tray. âThere were explosives on your plane, Mrs. Cabot. I need you to help me find out who put them there.â
I wanted to hurl myself from the room and lose everything Iâd packed inside myself, because I couldnât take this one more rotten piece of information. But I looked at Sonia instead, and saw as stubborn an expression in her body as she could ever have accomplished on her face.
âIâm so sorry,â Sonia said. âItâs a hideous job that you have to do, but I canât help you. I have to focus on what Godâs doing in this.â
Deidre Schmacker closed her portfolio and tucked it neatly under her arm. âItâs a lot to take in,â she said. âIâll be back when youâve had a chance to process it.â
âIt will be a waste of your time,â Sonia said.
The liquid gray eyes went steely. âIâll be back,â she said.
I barely waited for the door to close before I was on Sonia. If I didnât say this now, it was going to get crammed in with everything else.
âSonia, I donât think you canââ
âI can do whatever God wills, Lucia.â The cream in her voice curdled. âWould you please get Marnie? And tell her to get Egan on the line before she gets hereâand find Dr. Abernathy for me.â
âWhy?â I said. âWhy Dr. Abernathy?â
âBecause I have to get back to Nashville before this thing gets out of control.â
She was too late. It already was.
CHAPTER TEN
S ully lowered himself onto one of the red and gold chintz love seats in Porphyriaâs sitting room and pulled out his cell phone. Too bad heâd already keyed the number into his contacts. Also too bad heâd charged the battery and had good reception in the lodge for once. Too bad heâd run out of excuses not to call Sonia Cabot.
Holy crow. At one time confidence had shimmered out of his pores like sweat. Even three and four months ago, when heâd been fighting off freaking out, he couldâve still made a phone call to an old friend.
Besides, if Sonia still held on to her faith statement, she would just be eager to tell him how God was blessing her with a miracle. That would be the end of it.
He grunted to the empty room. The miracle would be if she wasnât shaking her fist at heaven and denouncing every praise-word sheâd ever sung or spoken from a platform. Anger at God would be healthy, but it would also mean sheâd need somebody to guide her through.
Sully flipped the phone open. Well, there you go. Heâd tell her he knew how much she must hurt, and heâd offer to set her up with one of his best therapists. Or even Dr. Ukwu.
Feeling the kind of relief usually reserved for post dental work, he pulled up the number for Soniaâs room at Crozer Medical Center and pressed Send. If every step back into the real world was this hard, he might not get there for years. Decades.
Though he wasnât sure Sonia would still have the luscious voice that reminded him of whipped cream, the one that said hello was flatter and colder than he expected. He felt his hopes wobble.
âSonia,â he said. âSullivan Crisp.â
âThis isnât Sonia,â the woman said. âWho did you say this was?â
âSullivan Crisp.â
âOh.â The voice gave in slightly. âSheâs talking to her doctor at the moment. I can have her call you back.â
She bordered on brusque, which wasnât like anybody Sully knew on Soniaâs staff. They were all so schooled in Southern hospitality they practically offered you a mint julep over the phone. He couldnât resist asking, âAnd who am I talking to?â
âLucia Coffey,â the woman said. âI can just give her a