Hidden Star, Page 6

  Maybe she was from out west, or maybe she’d just visited there. Either way, it was another road to explore.

  He considered calling in a gem expert to examine the diamond. But on the off chance that Bailey had indeed come into its possession by illegal means, he didn’t want to risk it.

  He took the photographs he’d snapped the night before of the diamond and spread them out on his desk. Just how much would a gemologist be able to tell from pictures? he wondered.

  It might be worth a try. Tuesday, when businesses were open again, he mused, he might take that road, as well.

  But he had a couple of other ideas to pursue.

  There was another road, an important one, that had to be traveled first. He picked up the phone again, began making calls. He pinned Detective Mick Marshall down at home.

  “Damn it, Cade, it’s Saturday. I’ve got twenty starving people outside and burgers burning on the grill.”

  “You’re having a party and didn’t invite me? I’m crushed.”

  “I don’t have play cops at my barbecues.”

  “Now you’ve really hurt my feelings. Did you earn that Scotch?”

  “No match on those prints you sent me. Nothing popped.”

  Cade felt twin tugs of relief and frustration. “Okay. Still no word on a missing rock?”

  “Maybe if you told me what kind of rock.”

  “A big glittery one. You’d know if it had been reported.”

  “Nothing’s been reported, and I think the rocks are in your head, Parris. Now unless you’re going to share, I’ve got hungry mouths to feed.”

  “I’ll get back to you on it. And the Scotch.”

  He hung up, and spent some time thinking.

  Lightning kept coming up in Bailey’s dreams. There’d been thunderstorms the night before she came into his office. It could be as simple as that—one of the last things she remembered was thunder and lightning. Maybe she had a phobia about storms.

  She talked about the dark, too. There’d been some power outages downtown that night. He’d already checked on that. Maybe the dark was literal, rather than symbolic.

  He guessed she’d been inside. She hadn’t spoken of rain, of getting wet. Inside a house? An office building? If whatever had happened to her had happened the night before she came to him, then it almost certainly had to have occurred in the D.C. area.

  But no gem had been reported missing.

  Three kept cropping up in her dreams, as well. Three stones. Three stars. Three women. A triangle.

  Symbolic or real?

  He began to take notes again, using two columns. In one he listed her dream memories as literal memories, in the other he explored the symbolism.

  And the longer he worked, the more he leaned toward the notion that it was a combination of both.

  He made one last call, and prepared to grovel. His sister Muffy had married into one of the oldest and most prestigious family businesses in the East. Westlake Jewelers.

  When Cade stepped back into the outer office, his ears were still ringing and his nerves were shot. Those were the usual results of a conversation with his sister. But since he’d wangled what he wanted, he tried to take things in stride.

  The shock of walking into a clean, ordered room and seeing Bailey efficiently rattling the keyboard on the computer went a long way toward brightening his mood.

  “You’re a goddess.” He grabbed her hand, kissed it lavishly. “A worker of miracles.”

  “This place was filthy. Disgusting.”

  “Yeah, it probably was.”

  Her brows lowered. “There was food molding in the file cabinets.”

  “I don’t doubt it. You know how to work a computer.”

  She frowned at the screen. “Apparently. It was like making the coffee this morning. No thought.”

  “If you know how to work it, you know how to turn it off. Let’s go downtown. I’ll buy you an ice cream cone.”

  “I’ve just gotten started.”

  “It can wait.” He reached down to flick the switch, and she slapped his hand away.

  “No. I haven’t saved it.” Muttering under her breath, she hit a series of keys with such panache, his heart swelled in admiration. “I’ll need several more hours to put things in order around here.”

  “We’ll come back. We’ve got a couple hours to kick around, then we’ve got some serious work to do.”

  “What kind of work?” she demanded as he hauled her to her feet.

  “I’ve got you access to a refractometer.” He pulled her out the door. “What kind of ice cream do you want?”

  Chapter 5

  “Your brother-in-law owns Westlake Jewelers?”

  “Not personally. It’s a family thing.”

  “A family thing.” Bailey’s head was still spinning. Somehow she’d gone from cleaning molded sandwiches out of filing cabinets to eating strawberry ice cream on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. That was confusing enough, but the way Cade had whipped through traffic, zipping around circles and through yellow lights, had left her dizzy and disoriented.

  “Yep.” He attacked his two scoops of rocky road. Since she’d stated no preference, he’d gotten her strawberry. He considered it a girl flavor. “They have branches all over the country, but the flagship store’s here. Muffy met Ronald at a charity tennis tournament when she beaned him with a lob. Very romantic.”

  “I see.” Or she was trying to. “And he agreed to let us use the equipment?”

  “Muffy agreed. Ronald goes along with whatever Muffy wants.”

  Bailey licked her dripping cone, watched the tourists—the families, the children—clamber up and down the steps. “I thought she was angry with you.”

  “I talked her out of it. Well, I bribed her. Camilla also takes ballet. There’s a recital next month. So I’ll go watch Camilla twirl around in a tutu, which, believe me, is not a pretty sight.”

  Bailey choked back a chuckle. “You’re so mean.”

  “Hey, I’ve seen Camilla in a tutu, you haven’t. Take my word, I’m being generous.” He liked seeing her smile, just strolling along with him eating strawberry ice cream and smiling. “Then there’s Chip. That’s Muffy’s other mutant. He plays the piccolo.”

  “I’m sure you’re making this up.”

  “I couldn’t make it up, my imagination has limits. In a couple of weeks I have to sit front and center and listen to Chip and his piccolo at a band concert.” He shuddered. “I’m buying earplugs. Let’s sit down.”

  They settled on the smooth steps beneath the wise and melancholy president. There was a faint breeze that helped stir the close summer air. But it could do little about the moist heat that bounced, hard as damp bricks, up from the sidewalks. Bailey could see waves of it shimmer, like desert mirages, in the air.

  There was something oddly familiar about all of it, the crowds of people passing, pushing strollers, clicking cameras, the mix of voices and accents, the smells of sweat, humanity and exhaust, flowers blooming in their plots, vendors hawking their wares.

  “I must have been here before,” she murmured. “But it’s just out of sync. Like someone else’s dream.”

  “It’s going to come back to you.” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Pieces already are. You know how to make coffee, use a computer, and you can organize an office.”

  “Maybe I’m a secretary.”

  He didn’t think so. The way she rattled off information on diamonds the evening before had given him a different idea. But he wanted to weigh it awhile before sharing it. “If you are, I’ll double your salary if you work for me.” Keeping it light, he rose and offered her a hand. “We’ve got some shopping to do.”

  “We do?”

  “You need reading glasses. Let’s hit the stores.”

  It was another experience, the sprawling shopping center packed with people looking for bargains. The holiday sale was in full swing. Despite the heat, winter coats were displayed and discounted twenty percent, and
fall fashions crowded out the picked over remains of summer wear.

  Cade deposited her at a store that promised glasses within an hour and filled out the necessary forms himself while she browsed the walls of frames available.

  There was a quick, warm glow that spread inside him when he listed her name as Bailey Parris and wrote his own address. It looked right to him, felt right. And when she was led into the back for the exam—free with the purchase of frames—he gave her a kiss on the cheek.

  In less than two hours, she was back in his car, examining her pretty little wire-framed glasses, and the contents of a loaded shopping bag.

  “How did you have time to buy all of this?” With a purely feminine flutter, she smoothed a hand over the smooth leather of a bone shoulder-strap envelope bag.

  “It’s all a matter of stategy and planning, knowing what you want and not being distracted.”

  Bailey peeked in a bag from a lingerie store and saw rich black silk. Gingerly she pulled the material out. There wasn’t a great deal of it, she mused.

  “You’ve got to sleep in something,” Cade told her. “It was on sale. They were practically giving it away.”

  She might not have known who she was, but she was pretty sure she knew sleepwear from seduce-me wear. She tucked the silk back in the bag. Digging deeper, she discovered a bag of crystals. “Oh, they’re lovely.”

  “They had one of those nature stores. So I picked up some rocks.” He braked at a stop sign and shifted so that he could watch her. “Picked out a few that appealed to me. The smooth ones are… What do you call it?”

  “Tumbling stones,” she murmured, stroking them gently with a fingertip. “Carnelian, citrine, sodalite, jasper.” Flushed with pleasure, she unwrapped tissue. “Tourmaline, watermelon tourmaline—see the pinks and the greens?—and this is a lovely column of fluorite. It’s one of my favorites. I…” She trailed off, pressed a hand to her temple.

  He reached in himself, took out a stone at random. “What’s this?”

  “Alexandrite. It’s a chrysoberyl, a transparent stone. Its color changes with the light. See it’s blue-green now, in daylight, but in incandescent light it would be mauve or violet.” She swallowed hard because the knowledge was there, just there in her mind. “It’s a multipurpose stone, but scarce and expensive. It was named for Czar Alexander I.”

  “Okay, relax, take a deep breath.” He made the turn, headed down the tree-lined street. “You know your stones, Bailey.”

  “Apparently I do.”

  “And they give you a lot of pleasure.” Her face had lit up, simply glowed, when she studied his choices.

  “It scares me. The more the information crowded inside my head, the more it scared me.”

  He pulled into his driveway, turned to her. “Are you up to doing the rest of this today?”

  She could say no, she realized. He would take her inside then, inside his house, where she’d be safe. She could go up to the pretty bedroom, close herself in. She wouldn’t have to face anything but her own cowardice.

  “I want to be. I will be,” she added, and let out a long breath. “I have to be.”

  “Okay.” Reaching over, he gave her hand a quick squeeze. “Just sit here. I’ll get the diamond.”

  Westlake Jewelers was housed in a magnificent old building with granite columns and long windows draped in satin. It was not the place for bargains. The only sign was a discreet and elegant brass plate beside the arched front entrance.

  Cade drove around the back.

  “They’re getting ready to close for the day,” he explained. “If I know Muffy, she’ll have Ronald here waiting. He may not be too thrilled with me, so… Yeah, there’s his car.” Cade shot his own into a space beside a sedate gray Mercedes sedan. “You just play along with me, all right?”

  “Play along?” She wrinkled her brow as he dumped stones into her new handbag. “What do you mean?”

  “I had to spin a little story to talk her into this.” Reaching over, he opened Bailey’s door. “Just go along.”

  She got out, walked with him to the rear entrance. “It might help if I knew what I was going along with.”

  “Don’t worry.” He rang the buzzer. “I’ll handle it.”

  She shifted her now heavy bag on her shoulder.

  “If you’ve lied to your family, I think I ought to—” She broke off when the heavy steel door opened.

  “Cade.” Ronald Westlake nodded curtly. Cade had been right, Bailey thought instantly. This was not a happy man. He was average height, trim and well presented, in a dark blue suit with a muted striped tie so ruthlessly knotted she wondered how he could draw breath. His face was tanned, his carefully styled hair dark and discreetly threaded with glinting gray.

  Dignity emanated from him like light.

  “Ronald, good to see you,” Cade said cheerily, and as if Ronald’s greeting had been filled with warmth, he pumped his hand enthusiastically. “How’s the golf game? Muffy tells me you’ve been shaving that handicap.”

  As he spoke, Cade eased himself inside, much, Bailey thought, like a salesman with his foot propped in a door. Ronald continued to frown and back up.

  “This is Bailey. Muffy might have told you a little about her.” In a proprietary move, Cade wrapped his arm around Bailey’s shoulder and pulled her to his side.

  “Yes, how do you do?”

  “I’ve been keeping her to myself,” Cade added before Bailey could speak. “I guess you can see why.” Smoothly Cade tipped Bailey’s face up to his and kissed her. “I appreciate you letting us play with your equipment. Bailey’s thrilled. Sort of a busman’s holiday for her, showing me how she works with stones.” He shook her purse so that the stones inside rattled.

  “You’ve never shown any interest in gems before,” Ronald pointed out.

  “I didn’t know Bailey before,” Cade said easily. “Now, I’m fascinated. And now that I’ve talked her into staying in the States, she’s going to have to think about setting up her own little boutique. Right, sweetheart?”

  “I—”

  “England’s loss is our gain,” he continued. “And if one of the royals wants another bauble, they’ll have to come here. I’m not letting you get away.” He kissed her again, deeply, while Ronald stood huffing and tugging at his tie.

  “Cade tells me you’ve been designing jewelry for some time. It’s quite an endorsement, having the royal family select your work.”

  “It’s sort of keeping it in the family, too,” Cade said with a wink. “With Bailey’s mama being one of Di’s cousins. Was that third or fourth cousin, honey? Oh, well, what’s the difference?”

  “Third,” Bailey said, amazed at herself not only for answering, but also for infusing her voice with the faintest of upper-class British accents. “They’re not terribly close. Cade’s making too much of it. It’s simply that a few years ago a lapel pin I’d fashioned caught the eye of the Princess of Wales. She’s quite a keen shopper, you know.”

  “Yes, yes, indeed.” The tony accent had a sizable effect on a man with Ronald’s social requirements. His smile spread, his voice warmed. “I’m delighted you could stop by. I do wish I could stay, show you around.”

  “We don’t want to keep you.” Cade was already thumping Ronald on the back. “Muffy told me you’re entertaining.”

  “It’s terribly presumptuous of Cade to interrupt your holiday. I would so love a tour another time.”

  “Of course, anytime, anytime at all. And you must try to drop by the house later this evening.” Pumped up at the thought of entertaining even such a loose connection with royalty, Ronald began to usher them toward the jeweler’s work area. “We’re very select in our equipment, as well as our stones. The Westlake reputation has been unimpeachable for generations.”

  “Ah, yes.” Her heart began to thud as she studied the equipment in the glass-walled room, the worktables, the saws, the scales. “Quite top-of-the-line.”

  “We pride ourselves on offering our clientele
only the best. We often cut and shape our own gems here, and employ our own lapidaries.”

  Bailey’s hand shook lightly as she passed it over a wheel. A lap, she thought, used to shape the stone. She could see just how it was done—the stone cemented to the end of a wooden stick, a dop, held against the revolving lap wheel with the aid of a supporting block adjacent to the wheel.

  She knew, could hear the sounds of it. Feel the vibrations.

  “I enjoy lap work,” Bailey said faintly. “The precision of it.”

  “I’m afraid I only admire the craftsmen and artists. That’s a stunning ring. May I?” Ronald took her left hand, examined the trio of stones arranged in a gentle curve and set in etched gold. “Lovely. Your design?”

  “Yes.” It seemed the best answer. “I particularly enjoy working with colored stones.”

  “You must see our stock sometime soon.” Ronald glanced at his watch, clucked his tongue. “I’m running quite late. The security guard will let you back out when you’re done. Please take all the time you want. I’m afraid the showroom itself is locked, time-locked, and you’ll need the guard to open the rear door, as it engages from inside and out.” He sent Bailey a professional-to-professional smile. “You’d understand how important security is in the business.”

  “Of course. Thank you so much for your time, Mr. Westlake.”

  Ronald took Bailey’s offered hand. “Ronald, please. And it’s my pleasure. You mustn’t let Cade be so selfish of you. Muffy is very much looking forward to meeting her future sister-in-law. Be sure to drop by later.”

  Bailey made a strangled sound, easily covered by Cade’s quick chatter as he all but shoved Ronald out of the work area.

  “Sister-in-law?” Bailey managed.

  “I had to tell them something.” All innocence, Cade spread his hands. “They’ve been campaigning to get me married off again since the ink was dry on my divorce decree. And you being royalty, so to speak, puts you several societal steps up from the women they’ve been pushing on me.”

  “Poor Cade. Having women shoved at him right and left.”

  “I’ve suffered.” Because there were dangerous glints in her eyes, he tried his best smile. “You have no idea how I’ve suffered. Hold me.”

  She slapped his hand away. “Is this all a big joke to you?”

  “No, but that part of it was fun.” He figured his hands would be safer in his pockets. “I guarantee my sister’s been burning up the phone lines since I talked to her this morning. And now that Ronald’s got a load of you—”

  “You lied to your family.”

  “Yeah. Sometimes it’s fun. Sometimes it’s just necessary for survival.” He angled his head. “You slipped right into the stream, sweetheart. That accent was a nice touch.”

  “I got caught up, and I’m not proud of it.”

  “You might make a good operative. Let me tell you, lying quick and lying well is one of the top requirements of the job.”

  “And the end justifies the means?”

  “Pretty much.” It was starting to irritate him, the disapproving ice in her voice. He had the feeling Bailey wasn’t nearly as comfortable in gray areas as he was. “We’re in, aren’t we? And Ronald and Muffy are going to have a rousing success with their little party. So what’s the problem?”

  “I don’t know. I don’t like it.” A lie, the simple fact of a lie, made her miserably uncomfortable. “One lie just leads to another.”

  “And enough of them sometimes lead to the truth.” He took her bag, opened it and pulled out the velvet pouch, slid the diamond into his hand. “You want the truth, Bailey? Or do you just want honesty?”

  “It doesn’t seem like there should be a difference.” But she took the stone from him. “All right, as you said, we’re here. What do you want me to do?”