Last to Die by James Grippando Read Free Book Online

charming college professor who taught comparative studies. Unfortunately, the thing he liked to compare most was married sex to sex on the side.
    Nate was practically sleepwalking when he returned from the bathroom. She put him to bed, and he was in dreamland before she left the room.
    Jack was alone in the kitchen, enjoying the collage of photographs on the side-by-side refrigerator-freezer doors. It was a veritable time-line of Nate's life, from birth to third grade, pacifiers to baseball mitts. Some were of Nate alone, but most were of Nate and his mom. They had the same big, hazel eyes, the same smile. Nate was looking more and more like his mother as he grew older, which was a good thing. All ballerinas seemed to have a handsome air about them when up onstage, and Kelsey was one of the truly beautiful ones who didn't seem to dissolve into skin and bones when you got close.
    Did you see the latest one of you and Nate?
    Jack started at the sound of her voice. Kelsey entered the room, then pointed to a snapshot near the refrigerator door handle. It was Nate, Jack, and a life-size Tigger.
    Wow. I made the fridge, said Jack.
    No higher place of honor in this house.
    Like getting a star on Hollywood Boulevard.
    Well, let's not get crazy. It's only Scotch tape and magnets. Today Jack Swyteck, tomorrow Derek Jeter. Know what I mean?
    Jack smiled and said, He is eight.
    Yes, he is, she said, sounding almost as if it overwhelmed her. She crossed the room to the coffeemaker. Want some decaf? I made it just before you got here.
    Yes, thanks.
    Jack took a seat. She poured two cups at the counter and then brought them to the table. She sat opposite him, next to her laptop computer.
    Jack stirred a teaspoon of sugar into his coffee and said, I ran into Vivien Grasso tonight. The lawyer handling Sally's estate.
    And?
    She wrote that letter to Tatum because he's named in Sally's will.
    She coughed on her coffee. Jack had told her all about Tatum, as his discussions with her were protected by the attorney-client privilege, even though Kelsey was still only a law clerk. Kelsey said, Wait a minute. You're saying she hired a guy to kill her, and then she named him in her will?
    That's what I'm told.
    Doesn't that strike you as bizarre?
    Yes. Assuming that Tatum is telling me the truth.
    Well, let's assume that he is for the moment. Why would Sally name him as a beneficiary?
    Could be his fee for having agreed to kill her, said Jack. But that's a really goofy way to do it.
    Could be a setup, said Kelsey.
    How do you mean?
    He isn't really a beneficiary. Vivien Grasso is just saying that he is. Maybe she thinks Tatum killed Sally and she simply wants to get him in a room where she can grill him.
    I didn't get that impression from Vivien.
    Or how about this? Maybe Vivien thinks that someone else in the room - one of the other beneficiaries - hired Tatum to kill Sally. It could be that the lawyer just wants to test the reaction of each of the beneficiaries when Tatum walks into the room.
    I like the way your mind works, but I think it's working overtime right now.
    She opened the cookie jar and passed it his way. The Oreos were all gone but the crumbs, Nate's favorite. Jack was stuck with short-bread.
    Kelsey closed up the jar and asked, So, what do you think's going on?
    I'm pretty content to just go to the meeting and find out.
    Aren't you worried about representing a scumbag hit man?
    No. But I am worried about representing someone who lies to me.
    So you'll represent a murderer but not a liar?
    I didn't say that.
    So you won't represent murderers or liars?
    There's only one kind of person whom I will categorically refuse to represent. I may or may not represent a murderer. I may or may not represent a liar. But I absolutely, positively will not agree to represent anyone who lies to me.
    You sound like someone who's been burned.
    You could say that.
    Personally or professionally? She seemed to reconsider the question, then said, Sorry. That's