Fellows was killed who the VBI believes may have had a hand in Senator Raffnerâs murder.â
Gail stared at him, thoughts of Joe flooding her mind. âIs everyone else all right?â
âOne of their agents was hitâCila Lewisâbut sheâll be fine. She was actually the one who killed Fellows in self-defense. He started shooting when they approached to question him. Some neo-Nazi.â
âAnd theyâre sure he was the man who killed Susan?â Gail asked.
Here, the answer was vaguer. Joan Renaud supplied it, in her legal capacity. âGovernor, I was in on this phone conversation. The police are obviously keeping a lid on things for the time beingâalthough I suspect that will only last a few more hoursâbut they were focusing on Fellows for largely circumstantial reasons. Now that heâs dead, theyâre doing their best to see if they can connect him to Senator Raffnerâs death, but itâs far from certain.â
Gail absorbed this, fighting the urge to ask questions she knew they couldnât answer. She moved on, therefore, by asking, âWhatâs next?â
Taking her cue, Rob continued. âThe senatorâs memorial services are scheduled for two days from nowâone here and one in Brattleboro. It seemed the best way to reach most of her friends without putting too many on the road.â
âLetters, cards, and e-mails have been coming in like nobodyâs business,â Alice added. âAll saying how much she meant to everyone.â
Kayla Robinson leaned forward and placed a couple of sheets of paper on Gailâs desk, her strong, angular features poorly served by a severe haircut. âI came up with a few thoughts you might like to use in your speech. We assumed youâd want to say something.â
âWhich doesnât mean youâre obligated,â Rob said immediately. âEveryone would understand if you simply attended.â
âNo,â Gail reassured them, picking up the sheets without looking at them. âIâll speak. Thank you.â
Kayla took advantage of the gesture to say, âGovernor, along the lines of dealing with the press about this, was there anything said between you and Special Agent Gunther that we should know about?â
Gail shifted her gaze back to the inscrutable Joan, who was writing a note to herself, or pretending to, eyes downcast. Gail imagined the conversation that had preceded this meeting, where theyâd worked out how best to negotiate the emotional shoals surrounding her.
âHe asked when Susan and I had last been in touch. I told him it was via text and that nothing of substance was discussed.â
Kayla opened her mouth to follow up, but Renaud made a barely perceptible motion with her hand that stilled her. A silence settled onto the room, obliging Gail to add, âHe also asked how I was holding up. We are old friends.â She hesitated, aware of the value of saying too little versus too much, but then said, âI told him that sheâd been my keelâthe love of a lifetime.â
The stillness in the room reminded her of a time in childhood, when sheâd taken a dare and grabbed hold of a rope strung horizontally over a pond. The goal had been to reach the far side dry-footedâmoving hand-over-handâbut sheâd tired and stopped, and gradually become aware of her ebbing strength, along with the guarantee that sheâd eventually drop into the cold, dark water.
Sheâd been paralyzed briefly, caught between inevitability and the growing realization thatâalthough the outcome would be the sameâshe did have the power to willfully open her hands and choose action over fate. The fall to the water had thus been transformed from resignation to excitement, and her surfacing from the cold depths with arms held high afterward had been accompanied by a surprising sense of self-confidence.
She watched the people before her
Simon Scarrow
Mary Costello
Sherryl Woods
Tianna Xander
Holly Rayner
Lisa Wingate
James Lawless
Madelynne Ellis
Susan Klaus
Molly Bryant