Sunday, November 18, 2007

Chapter Forty-Nine

It was a little after five when Jaffe knocked on the door of Bonnie’s room. “Are you about ready? We need to leave in about a half hour.” There was no answer. “Bonnie. Listen. I can’t be late for this.”

“If you don’t stop yelling at me you can go to this damn fundraiser alone. I have a splitting headache.” The door opened. Bonnie had dressed flawlessly as usual. Not a hair out of place.

“You look very nice, Bonnie. Very nice.”

“I’d like a drink before we go.” Jaffe followed her downstairs to the bar. He noticed that she was walking a bit unsteadily and wondered if she had come downstairs while he was working and fixed herself a drink – or several drinks. He poured them both a drink. He didn’t want to get in a fight with her right before the fundraiser.

“You really do look exceptionally nice tonight. Bonnie.” He meant it. He took a sip of his drink and waited for her to respond. The tenor of her response would tell him the kind of evening that awaited him. He looked at her and wondered when he had stopped finding her attractive. When he had stopped loving her. It would have been so much simpler if he could have just been happy with Bonnie. But he wasn’t happy with her. He needed other women and because of his weakness three people were dead.

Bonnie put down her empty glass. “I’m ready. Let’s get this charade over with.”

While Senator and Mrs. Jaffe were making the silent journey from Great Falls to the Tyson’s, Jacoby was sitting in his car in the parking garage next to the Ritz-Carlton. He needed a quiet place to think He’d been sitting there for more than a half an hour planning how he would confront Jaffe. Before getting out of the car he made one last call to Benson at the hospital.

“Nothing happening here, Detective. All quiet. The Fanny and Harold are getting reacquainted and Mosby has just about talked me into getting a tattoo. Did he tell you that he has the Garden of Eden tattooed on his backside?”

“The only tattoo that I’m interested in right now is the one on Jaffe’s right shoulder. I just have to figure out a way to get the Senator to give me a look at it.”

“If you can pull that one off, Jacoby, I’ll nominate you for Chief of Police.”

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