seat," she said. She pulled out one stool and perched on it while I took the other.
"I'll try not to take too much of your time," I said.
"Listen, if it helps convict the shitheel, you can take all the time you want."
"Isn't it a bit awkward, your living on the property just a hundred yards away from him?"
"I hope so," she said. The depth of bitterness in her voice seemed to affect its very pitch. She looked up in the direction of the big house. "If it's awkward for me, think how it must feel to him. I know it galls him that I refuse to be driven off. He'd love nothing better than to force me out."
"Can he do that?"
"Not as long as I have anything to say about it. Izzy left me the cottage. It was part of her will. She and Kenneth bought the property many years ago. They paid a small fortune for it. When that marriage folded, she got it as part of the financial settlement. She had it listed as her sole and separate property when she and David got married. She also made him sign prenups."
"Sounds very businesslike. Did she do that with the others?"
"She didn't have to. The first two had money. Kenneth was number two. With David, it was different. Everybody told her he was after her money. I guess she thought the prenups would prove he wasn't. What a joke."
"So he'll never get title to this place?"
Simone shook her head. "She rewrote her will, leaving him a life interest. When he dies – which I hope is real soon, I might add – -it goes to her daughter, Shelby. The little house is mine – as long as I'm alive, of course. When I die, it reverts."
"And you're not afraid?"
"Of David? Absolutely not. He got away with murder once, but the man's not a fool. All he has to do is sit tight. If he wins this civil suit, it's all his, isn't it?"
"It looks like it."
"He could come out of the whole deal smelling like a rose. So why in the world would he jeopardize that? Something happened to me, he's the first place they'd look."
"What if he loses?"
"My guess is he'd head straight for Switzerland. He's probably salting away money in a secret bank account. He's too clever to kill again. What would be the point?"
"But why did Isabelle set it up like that? Why tempt the Fates? As I understand it, between the prenuptial agreement and the terms of the will, she might as well have gone ahead and stuck her head in the noose."
"She was in love with the guy. She wanted to do right by him. She was also a realist. He was husband number three and she didn't want to get ripped off. Look at it from her perspective. You marry some guy; you don't think he's going to kill you. If you really thought that, you wouldn't marry him in the first place." Her eyes strayed to her watch. "Jesus, it's nearly one. I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Have you had lunch?"
"You go ahead," I said. "I shouldn't be too much longer. I'll grab a bite on the way back to the office."
"It's no problem. Please join me. I'm just making sandwiches. I'd like the company."
The invitation seemed genuine and I smiled in response. "All right. That'd be nice."
Chapter 5
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She moved into the tiny kitchen area and began to take items from the tiny fridge.
"Can I do anything to help?"
"No, thanks. There isn't really room enough for two of us to work. Guys love it, unless it turns out they have a passion for cooking. Then they take over here and I sit out there where you are."
I half turned on the stool, checking out the room behind me. "Great house," I remarked.
She flushed with pleasure. "You like it? Isabelle designed it... the start of her career."
"She was an architect? I didn't know that."
"Well, she wasn't really, but she passed for one in some respects. Look around if you like. It's only three hundred square feet."
"Is that all? It seems bigger." I stepped out onto the front porch, curious to see how the general layout related to the interior. Since the windows were cranked open, I could talk to her easily as I rounded the structure. The cottage
"I'll try not to take too much of your time," I said.
"Listen, if it helps convict the shitheel, you can take all the time you want."
"Isn't it a bit awkward, your living on the property just a hundred yards away from him?"
"I hope so," she said. The depth of bitterness in her voice seemed to affect its very pitch. She looked up in the direction of the big house. "If it's awkward for me, think how it must feel to him. I know it galls him that I refuse to be driven off. He'd love nothing better than to force me out."
"Can he do that?"
"Not as long as I have anything to say about it. Izzy left me the cottage. It was part of her will. She and Kenneth bought the property many years ago. They paid a small fortune for it. When that marriage folded, she got it as part of the financial settlement. She had it listed as her sole and separate property when she and David got married. She also made him sign prenups."
"Sounds very businesslike. Did she do that with the others?"
"She didn't have to. The first two had money. Kenneth was number two. With David, it was different. Everybody told her he was after her money. I guess she thought the prenups would prove he wasn't. What a joke."
"So he'll never get title to this place?"
Simone shook her head. "She rewrote her will, leaving him a life interest. When he dies – which I hope is real soon, I might add – -it goes to her daughter, Shelby. The little house is mine – as long as I'm alive, of course. When I die, it reverts."
"And you're not afraid?"
"Of David? Absolutely not. He got away with murder once, but the man's not a fool. All he has to do is sit tight. If he wins this civil suit, it's all his, isn't it?"
"It looks like it."
"He could come out of the whole deal smelling like a rose. So why in the world would he jeopardize that? Something happened to me, he's the first place they'd look."
"What if he loses?"
"My guess is he'd head straight for Switzerland. He's probably salting away money in a secret bank account. He's too clever to kill again. What would be the point?"
"But why did Isabelle set it up like that? Why tempt the Fates? As I understand it, between the prenuptial agreement and the terms of the will, she might as well have gone ahead and stuck her head in the noose."
"She was in love with the guy. She wanted to do right by him. She was also a realist. He was husband number three and she didn't want to get ripped off. Look at it from her perspective. You marry some guy; you don't think he's going to kill you. If you really thought that, you wouldn't marry him in the first place." Her eyes strayed to her watch. "Jesus, it's nearly one. I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Have you had lunch?"
"You go ahead," I said. "I shouldn't be too much longer. I'll grab a bite on the way back to the office."
"It's no problem. Please join me. I'm just making sandwiches. I'd like the company."
The invitation seemed genuine and I smiled in response. "All right. That'd be nice."
Chapter 5
----
She moved into the tiny kitchen area and began to take items from the tiny fridge.
"Can I do anything to help?"
"No, thanks. There isn't really room enough for two of us to work. Guys love it, unless it turns out they have a passion for cooking. Then they take over here and I sit out there where you are."
I half turned on the stool, checking out the room behind me. "Great house," I remarked.
She flushed with pleasure. "You like it? Isabelle designed it... the start of her career."
"She was an architect? I didn't know that."
"Well, she wasn't really, but she passed for one in some respects. Look around if you like. It's only three hundred square feet."
"Is that all? It seems bigger." I stepped out onto the front porch, curious to see how the general layout related to the interior. Since the windows were cranked open, I could talk to her easily as I rounded the structure. The cottage
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