Q is for – Quid Pro Quo

…

Perhaps if I’d thought about it long enough, I might have seen it coming, but it was taking that light at the end of the tunnel as a good thing, not the double-headed train pounding towards me at breakneck speed while I was tied to the tracks.

It would be easy to blame my mother.  She was the one who taught us to take everyone at face value, to see the good in the world, and, of course, eight times out of ten, everything was fine.

Until it wasn’t.

I was on the balcony overlooking the bay, the house that my grandfather had first built as a getaway shack, expanded into a holiday home, and then into my retreat, the place I could hide away from the world.

It was the same for my sister, who was still recovering from a bad relationship, one that she blamed herself for, but the truth was, she was not at fault, not for any of it.

But the scars ran deep, deep enough that in the pit of despair, she did the unforgivable, and it was a sixth sense that sent me to her in her time of need.

Now, she was well on the road to recovery, older and very much wiser.

For both of us.

…

“Did you see the report Jenkins sent?”

She was stretched out on the deckchair, taking in the sunshine that came with early spring.  It was warm but not hot, a gentle breeze rustling through the surrounding trees.

There were white caps out to sea, and there was a ship slowly plying its way past the bay.  It was a busy shipping lane, and it was the perfect distraction to watch the ships go by.

“I did.”

Jenkins was the company’s head of security, and I had asked him to investigate the man who had deceived and nearly destroyed my twin sister.  In an attempt to get justice, he had gotten off on a technicality and walked free.

It wasn’t justice, but justice sometimes could be blinded.

“Did you have any idea?”

I had to say I didn’t.  Who would when the woman of your dreams, a woman who ticked all of the boxes, comes into your life when you least expect it.

At first, I believed it was too good to be true.  Jenkins checked her out, and everything was irreproachable.  It was not that I was the one who didn’t trust her. It was the people around me.

Once the investigation was over, I decided it was time.  We had been dating off and on for over a year, and it had been a slow burn.

Then Alisha discovered just who and what her boyfriend was, just in time to prevent a travesty.  She was worth a small fortune, and Jackson Pearce had very nearly stolen it all.

He only made one mistake.  He told, no, bragged, that he was about to take down the Bernadines, one of the wealthier and blue-ribbon families.

He very neatly got away with it.  He was free, but he was penniless, and oddly not concerned or angry.

I asked Jenkins to find out why.

It was in the report sitting on the coffee table beside Alisha’s deckchair.

About the woman I was about to marry in the wedding of the year, after letting her take control of the preparations and ceremony and spending close to three million dollars.

A lot of that money was channelled back to her brother Jackson Pearce.  Her real name was Milly Pearce.  She’d stuck to the Milly but was using her father’s mother’s birth surname, making it difficult to trace in a first scan of a family tree.

Or lack of one, which matched her assertion, she was an orphan, from an orphanage that no longer existed, and all records of her had been destroyed in a fire.

Only Jenkins thought it was suspicious, but we were all prepared to give her the benefit of the doubt.

“No. She is such a lovely person.”

“So was Jack, until…”  It was still painful for her, but not so much that it hurt that much.  “What are you going to do?”

“Play.  Do you think you’re strong enough to join me?”

“Can I shoot her?”

I gave her a curious expression.  As much as I understood how she felt about that family, it was not worth the jail sentence.

“No.”

“Spoil sport.”

She sighed.  I took her attitude and the determination in her voice as good signs that she was all but over her calamity.

Up to the unmasking of Jack, she had been almost like a sister to Milly.  I had thought it was the sort of bonding one would expect between the women.  Milly had been suitably disparaging towards the dastardly boyfriend, but whatever had been between them had been broken.

Knowing what she did now, it was difficult to imagine how she could be nice to her.

But it would be settled the next day.  I had promised to take Milly to a special lunch with just our family, my mother, who was kept oblivious of the details of Alisha’s breakup and subsequent events, my older brother, Wally, who was the current CEO of the company, the one I would eventually take over, and myself, basically to talk about where she would fit into the echelons.

We had talked about it, and she had suggested a role suited to her standing.  She had also considered that she was part of the family and, therefore, entitled to a parcel of shares. That alone should have set off alarm bells, but since Mother and Wally had suggested it, who was I to disagree?

“Are you going to tell Mother and Walter?”

It was like she was reading my mind.

“No.  Let’s play her game out and see where it goes.”

“Are you prepared for it?”

I don’t think I would ever be.  I had been hesitant to make our budding romance public, and on the eight-month anniversary, we had been ambushed by the media.  She swore she had not told anyone, but she and I were the only two who knew.

It was the catalyst needed to push us to the next level.  Even then, I was not suspicious, accepting her explanation.  It was not impossible that I was being followed by a photographer looking for a scoop.

“What would be the upside for her?”

“Without sounding catty, Henry, if she is cut from the same cloth as her brother, there’s always a reason.”

“Fair enough.  We shall see.”

I rose early and took my time getting ready.  There were a few calls I had to make, one a long chat with Legal, with the only lawyer I could trust, a chap I went to university with, and funded his start in the legal world.

Disillusioned with run-of-the-mill legalities, he took a break, married his childhood sweetheart, and asked if I could find something for him.

I asked the head of Legal to appoint him as my personal lawyer, and he did.  Sworn to secrecy, he was the fourth person who knew about Milly’s perfidy.  Surprisingly, he was not surprised.

I was having a coffee after considering a stiff Scotch.  Perhaps later, when I get back.

Alisha came out, looking like her old self and looking stunning.  She had toyed with the idea of being a model but decided against it after working on a shoot as an assistant.

“How do I look?”

“Like an angel.”

“Then she will not see me coming.  All sweetness and light, Henry.  I’ve been out of the loop, so I can play dumb but not too dumb.  I’ll make her work to restart our friendship.”

“Promise me the secret is safe.”

She smiled.  “You have my word.  I would not want to miss this for the world.”

“Good.  Now I must make the call.  Phase one is about to begin.”  I picked up the phone and made the call.

I put it on speaker.

“Darling, is everything alright?”

Her usual, what I called adorable, tone.  Today, it didn’t give me shivers.

“Just a little hiccup.  I’m running late, so Wally will be collecting you.  I should be there on time, or a few minutes later.  Try not to miss me too much.”

“Will you be staying tonight?”

I took a deep breath.  I had been planning to, but things had changed.  I didn’t think I could keep up the pretence at close quarters for as long as all night.

“We talked about this.  The wedding is in two days.  I think the few days’ absence will make our hearts grow fonder.  Besides, I must complete all the legal formalities of setting you up as a family member.  You’re about to become a very well-situated wife.”

I could hear her considering what that all meant.  Wealth, power, everything her brother had tried to take.  I wondered what her plan was.

She sighed.  “Lunch will have to suffice, I guess.  See you soon.”

Alisha looked at the phone and then at me.  “That was a bit abrupt.”

“Wedding jitters, perhaps.”

“Given the Bollywood production she’s planned, hardly.”

I shook my head.  “You mean there’s going to be elephants?”

She laughed.  “Don’t be surprised if there are.”

There hadn’t been any at the rehearsal.  But the fact that there were nearly a hundred people at the rehearsal was scary enough in itself.  I’d seen the running sheet, and yes, it was a production, being filmed, with a Hollywood director.

Sadly, it was neither Steven Spielberg nor James Cameron.  I would have liked some tap-dancing star troopers or the set of the Titanic as a backdrop.

We flew to the heliport and were picked up by a chauffeur-driven limousine.  I made sure that Mother, Wally, and Milly were in situ before Alisha and I entered the restaurant.

We entered by a side entrance to avoid causing a stir out front or interfering with the other diners.  I had prebooked a private room in a nom de plume.

Only the Maitre’d knew who really made the booking.  If there were any surprises…

It was a priceless moment when Milly saw Alisha not as the broken spirit she had been for the last few months, but back to being a rival.

And taking the position of the real Bernadine, where Milly would only be one by marriage.  The look, if only for a millisecond, was one of pure malice.

As soon as mother and Wally saw her, they were up and making a fuss.  After all, they hadn’t seen much of her since the event.  Nor were they across everything that happened.

I went over to my family and gave them a hug, trying to be my usual self, which wasn’t hard.  In public, with Milly or anyone, for that matter, I was aloof.

Waiting for her turn, Milly gave Alisha a hug, and they spoke briefly before we all sat, and the head waiter appeared, and the discussion about drinks and what was on the special menu.

Orders taken, we settled into the chairs.

Alisha was the focal point.

“It’s so good to see you back to your old self.”  Mother was particularly pleased as she had been at her wits’ end on how to cope with such a distressed child.  That was where I took over, looking after her.

“I couldn’t mope forever.  Henry has been an angel, looking after me.”

“Where?”  It was out before she could stifle it, and not the question I expected.  “I mean, sorry, that came out a little strange.  I had been asking after you,” she said to Milly, “but no one seemed to know where you were.”

“I needed to get away for a while.  No one needs to know, and you’ll understand soon why it’s a blessing to have somewhere to escape from the outside world.  Your life is about to become public property.”

And with that, Alisha avoided the question.  I was sure both Mother and Wally knew where I went to hide and that it was where Alisha had gone.  Mother had trusted me to look after her.  Wally had too many other matters to attend to.

Milly looked at me.  “Perhaps you can take me there. It sounds wonderful.”

I smiled.  “One day, if or when you suffer a malady.  Otherwise, it will be for Alisha until she finally returns to work.  She needs the space.”

Then I turned to Wally.  “Legal tells me they have a lead on the whereabouts of Jackson Pearce.”

It was a calculated move, one I had warned Alisha about, knowing it might have an effect.

I was watching Milly, and it got the expected reaction, one I would not have seen if I hadn’t been looking for it.

“I thought I read he left the country.”  Milly, if she had been smarter, would have left it alone.

“That was a rumour he spread to the media.  I have questions, and I suspect now that Alisha has recovered, she would like five minutes alone with him.”

“Why.  He’s a rat. Why would you want to rake over those coals?”

Alisha smiled.  “I want an apology.  I will get an apology.  One way or another.”

Yes.  Milly looked at Alisha with a whole new perspective.  The determination in her voice was stirring and set a tone for the lunch.

Milly had been caught offside and didn’t recover.  She was caught between brother and sister, where the sister was the priority, and I got the impression she had just realised there was a slight shift in our relationship.

When we parted, she tried very hard to recover our usual easy manner, and I relaxed to the point where she felt she had succeeded.  I could tell she had questions, not the sort she could ask then, but perhaps it would be a call later.

She asked again if we could spend the rest of the day together, but I told her there were too many matters I had to attend to before the wedding. Otherwise, there would be no honeymoon.

She had planned that too, and it was all the places she had dreamed of going, first class or better.  I had been looking forward to it as well, though I had been to a lot of the places, and travelling coach and backpacking as you did when wide-eyed and adventurous.

I had suggested it, and she had laughed.  The Benadines didn’t travel in coach class in any mode of transport.

I shook my head.  Absence, I said, made the heart grow fonder.  After all, we would be spending the rest of our lives together.

After we parted, I was left with the impression I was not going to survive the honeymoon.

It was odd that after two days, and knowing the truth, I felt so cold that I shivered.  Alisha took my hand and squeezed it.

“If it makes you feel any better, she is a very cold fish pretending to be something else.  Even I could feel it, and it made me shudder more than once.  That whole family are monstrous.  They have to be to prey on people like us.”

We went to my city apartment and waited.

Jenkins had suggested that he have a team keep her under surveillance and see where she went or did.  I had told him we were going to make a few suggestions about her brother and see if she tried to call or approach him.

I said she wouldn’t be that stupid.

But if we were close to finding him and telling her, she might think he would drag her down with him and demand that he go away.  It was an interesting theory.

Several hours passed.  I rested; Alisha was reading a Mills and Boon romance novel.  She said it gave her hope there could be a happy ending.

When we both least expected it, the phone vibrated.  A message.  It was an address and a request to come.

“Pearce and Pearce?”

“Possibly.” I couldn’t believe it would be that easy.

When we arrived, there were police outside the building, and Jenkins was with a detective in the foyer.  No one said much, only that I was needed for an identification.

We went up the elevator to the fifth floor, and down the passage to the last door on the left, the one where a policeman was standing outside.

He stood to one side, and we went in.

Milly was standing between two large policemen, and on the floor, being attended by paramedics, was her brother, Jackson.  He had a head wound and was barely conscious.

Milly looked at me.  “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question.  Why are you here with Jack?  You said he’d left the country.”

“I said I read he left the country.”

“And yet here you are.”

“It’s not what you think.”

“And what do you think, I think?  Because from where I’m standing, a woman I hardly know has attacked her brother, the man who tried to rob my sister, and contributed to her suicide attempt.”

“He’s not my brother.”

“Perhaps not from the same parents, but for at least a dozen years in the same foster home until you ran away together.”

“Am I getting a family lawyer?”

“You’re not family, Milly.  You’re a thief and a liar, and I have no idea who you are, nor do I want to.  The engagement and the wedding are off.

It turned to the detective.  “Any details you need on Miss Pearce, detective, Jenkins here will give you what we have.  I believe there is new information on her brother’s crimes against my sister.  If that’s all?”

It was.  Alisha looked down at the man on the ground and took no pleasure in what she saw.  It was perhaps justice of a sort.  As we left, I saw her texting.  When I asked who, she said I would find out soon enough.

The late edition of the paper, with a headline, “All that glitters”, and below the story of a grifter and her brother trying to take down the Benadine family, and very nearly succeeding.

It was a story my father would have had suppressed because it made us look foolish.  When I asked her why she did it, she said no matter what the public thought of us, we were transparent, far more than any others in our situation.  But, she said, more than anything else, it ensured no one else would try.

Well, not in our lifetime anyway.

…

©  Charles Heath  2025-2026

Q is for – Quid Pro Quo

…

Perhaps if I’d thought about it long enough, I might have seen it coming, but it was taking that light at the end of the tunnel as a good thing, not the double-headed train pounding towards me at breakneck speed while I was tied to the tracks.

It would be easy to blame my mother.  She was the one who taught us to take everyone at face value, to see the good in the world, and, of course, eight times out of ten, everything was fine.

Until it wasn’t.

I was on the balcony overlooking the bay, the house that my grandfather had first built as a getaway shack, expanded into a holiday home, and then into my retreat, the place I could hide away from the world.

It was the same for my sister, who was still recovering from a bad relationship, one that she blamed herself for, but the truth was, she was not at fault, not for any of it.

But the scars ran deep, deep enough that in the pit of despair, she did the unforgivable, and it was a sixth sense that sent me to her in her time of need.

Now, she was well on the road to recovery, older and very much wiser.

For both of us.

…

“Did you see the report Jenkins sent?”

She was stretched out on the deckchair, taking in the sunshine that came with early spring.  It was warm but not hot, a gentle breeze rustling through the surrounding trees.

There were white caps out to sea, and there was a ship slowly plying its way past the bay.  It was a busy shipping lane, and it was the perfect distraction to watch the ships go by.

“I did.”

Jenkins was the company’s head of security, and I had asked him to investigate the man who had deceived and nearly destroyed my twin sister.  In an attempt to get justice, he had gotten off on a technicality and walked free.

It wasn’t justice, but justice sometimes could be blinded.

“Did you have any idea?”

I had to say I didn’t.  Who would when the woman of your dreams, a woman who ticked all of the boxes, comes into your life when you least expect it.

At first, I believed it was too good to be true.  Jenkins checked her out, and everything was irreproachable.  It was not that I was the one who didn’t trust her. It was the people around me.

Once the investigation was over, I decided it was time.  We had been dating off and on for over a year, and it had been a slow burn.

Then Alisha discovered just who and what her boyfriend was, just in time to prevent a travesty.  She was worth a small fortune, and Jackson Pearce had very nearly stolen it all.

He only made one mistake.  He told, no, bragged, that he was about to take down the Bernadines, one of the wealthier and blue-ribbon families.

He very neatly got away with it.  He was free, but he was penniless, and oddly not concerned or angry.

I asked Jenkins to find out why.

It was in the report sitting on the coffee table beside Alisha’s deckchair.

About the woman I was about to marry in the wedding of the year, after letting her take control of the preparations and ceremony and spending close to three million dollars.

A lot of that money was channelled back to her brother Jackson Pearce.  Her real name was Milly Pearce.  She’d stuck to the Milly but was using her father’s mother’s birth surname, making it difficult to trace in a first scan of a family tree.

Or lack of one, which matched her assertion, she was an orphan, from an orphanage that no longer existed, and all records of her had been destroyed in a fire.

Only Jenkins thought it was suspicious, but we were all prepared to give her the benefit of the doubt.

“No. She is such a lovely person.”

“So was Jack, until…”  It was still painful for her, but not so much that it hurt that much.  “What are you going to do?”

“Play.  Do you think you’re strong enough to join me?”

“Can I shoot her?”

I gave her a curious expression.  As much as I understood how she felt about that family, it was not worth the jail sentence.

“No.”

“Spoil sport.”

She sighed.  I took her attitude and the determination in her voice as good signs that she was all but over her calamity.

Up to the unmasking of Jack, she had been almost like a sister to Milly.  I had thought it was the sort of bonding one would expect between the women.  Milly had been suitably disparaging towards the dastardly boyfriend, but whatever had been between them had been broken.

Knowing what she did now, it was difficult to imagine how she could be nice to her.

But it would be settled the next day.  I had promised to take Milly to a special lunch with just our family, my mother, who was kept oblivious of the details of Alisha’s breakup and subsequent events, my older brother, Wally, who was the current CEO of the company, the one I would eventually take over, and myself, basically to talk about where she would fit into the echelons.

We had talked about it, and she had suggested a role suited to her standing.  She had also considered that she was part of the family and, therefore, entitled to a parcel of shares. That alone should have set off alarm bells, but since Mother and Wally had suggested it, who was I to disagree?

“Are you going to tell Mother and Walter?”

It was like she was reading my mind.

“No.  Let’s play her game out and see where it goes.”

“Are you prepared for it?”

I don’t think I would ever be.  I had been hesitant to make our budding romance public, and on the eight-month anniversary, we had been ambushed by the media.  She swore she had not told anyone, but she and I were the only two who knew.

It was the catalyst needed to push us to the next level.  Even then, I was not suspicious, accepting her explanation.  It was not impossible that I was being followed by a photographer looking for a scoop.

“What would be the upside for her?”

“Without sounding catty, Henry, if she is cut from the same cloth as her brother, there’s always a reason.”

“Fair enough.  We shall see.”

I rose early and took my time getting ready.  There were a few calls I had to make, one a long chat with Legal, with the only lawyer I could trust, a chap I went to university with, and funded his start in the legal world.

Disillusioned with run-of-the-mill legalities, he took a break, married his childhood sweetheart, and asked if I could find something for him.

I asked the head of Legal to appoint him as my personal lawyer, and he did.  Sworn to secrecy, he was the fourth person who knew about Milly’s perfidy.  Surprisingly, he was not surprised.

I was having a coffee after considering a stiff Scotch.  Perhaps later, when I get back.

Alisha came out, looking like her old self and looking stunning.  She had toyed with the idea of being a model but decided against it after working on a shoot as an assistant.

“How do I look?”

“Like an angel.”

“Then she will not see me coming.  All sweetness and light, Henry.  I’ve been out of the loop, so I can play dumb but not too dumb.  I’ll make her work to restart our friendship.”

“Promise me the secret is safe.”

She smiled.  “You have my word.  I would not want to miss this for the world.”

“Good.  Now I must make the call.  Phase one is about to begin.”  I picked up the phone and made the call.

I put it on speaker.

“Darling, is everything alright?”

Her usual, what I called adorable, tone.  Today, it didn’t give me shivers.

“Just a little hiccup.  I’m running late, so Wally will be collecting you.  I should be there on time, or a few minutes later.  Try not to miss me too much.”

“Will you be staying tonight?”

I took a deep breath.  I had been planning to, but things had changed.  I didn’t think I could keep up the pretence at close quarters for as long as all night.

“We talked about this.  The wedding is in two days.  I think the few days’ absence will make our hearts grow fonder.  Besides, I must complete all the legal formalities of setting you up as a family member.  You’re about to become a very well-situated wife.”

I could hear her considering what that all meant.  Wealth, power, everything her brother had tried to take.  I wondered what her plan was.

She sighed.  “Lunch will have to suffice, I guess.  See you soon.”

Alisha looked at the phone and then at me.  “That was a bit abrupt.”

“Wedding jitters, perhaps.”

“Given the Bollywood production she’s planned, hardly.”

I shook my head.  “You mean there’s going to be elephants?”

She laughed.  “Don’t be surprised if there are.”

There hadn’t been any at the rehearsal.  But the fact that there were nearly a hundred people at the rehearsal was scary enough in itself.  I’d seen the running sheet, and yes, it was a production, being filmed, with a Hollywood director.

Sadly, it was neither Steven Spielberg nor James Cameron.  I would have liked some tap-dancing star troopers or the set of the Titanic as a backdrop.

We flew to the heliport and were picked up by a chauffeur-driven limousine.  I made sure that Mother, Wally, and Milly were in situ before Alisha and I entered the restaurant.

We entered by a side entrance to avoid causing a stir out front or interfering with the other diners.  I had prebooked a private room in a nom de plume.

Only the Maitre’d knew who really made the booking.  If there were any surprises…

It was a priceless moment when Milly saw Alisha not as the broken spirit she had been for the last few months, but back to being a rival.

And taking the position of the real Bernadine, where Milly would only be one by marriage.  The look, if only for a millisecond, was one of pure malice.

As soon as mother and Wally saw her, they were up and making a fuss.  After all, they hadn’t seen much of her since the event.  Nor were they across everything that happened.

I went over to my family and gave them a hug, trying to be my usual self, which wasn’t hard.  In public, with Milly or anyone, for that matter, I was aloof.

Waiting for her turn, Milly gave Alisha a hug, and they spoke briefly before we all sat, and the head waiter appeared, and the discussion about drinks and what was on the special menu.

Orders taken, we settled into the chairs.

Alisha was the focal point.

“It’s so good to see you back to your old self.”  Mother was particularly pleased as she had been at her wits’ end on how to cope with such a distressed child.  That was where I took over, looking after her.

“I couldn’t mope forever.  Henry has been an angel, looking after me.”

“Where?”  It was out before she could stifle it, and not the question I expected.  “I mean, sorry, that came out a little strange.  I had been asking after you,” she said to Milly, “but no one seemed to know where you were.”

“I needed to get away for a while.  No one needs to know, and you’ll understand soon why it’s a blessing to have somewhere to escape from the outside world.  Your life is about to become public property.”

And with that, Alisha avoided the question.  I was sure both Mother and Wally knew where I went to hide and that it was where Alisha had gone.  Mother had trusted me to look after her.  Wally had too many other matters to attend to.

Milly looked at me.  “Perhaps you can take me there. It sounds wonderful.”

I smiled.  “One day, if or when you suffer a malady.  Otherwise, it will be for Alisha until she finally returns to work.  She needs the space.”

Then I turned to Wally.  “Legal tells me they have a lead on the whereabouts of Jackson Pearce.”

It was a calculated move, one I had warned Alisha about, knowing it might have an effect.

I was watching Milly, and it got the expected reaction, one I would not have seen if I hadn’t been looking for it.

“I thought I read he left the country.”  Milly, if she had been smarter, would have left it alone.

“That was a rumour he spread to the media.  I have questions, and I suspect now that Alisha has recovered, she would like five minutes alone with him.”

“Why.  He’s a rat. Why would you want to rake over those coals?”

Alisha smiled.  “I want an apology.  I will get an apology.  One way or another.”

Yes.  Milly looked at Alisha with a whole new perspective.  The determination in her voice was stirring and set a tone for the lunch.

Milly had been caught offside and didn’t recover.  She was caught between brother and sister, where the sister was the priority, and I got the impression she had just realised there was a slight shift in our relationship.

When we parted, she tried very hard to recover our usual easy manner, and I relaxed to the point where she felt she had succeeded.  I could tell she had questions, not the sort she could ask then, but perhaps it would be a call later.

She asked again if we could spend the rest of the day together, but I told her there were too many matters I had to attend to before the wedding. Otherwise, there would be no honeymoon.

She had planned that too, and it was all the places she had dreamed of going, first class or better.  I had been looking forward to it as well, though I had been to a lot of the places, and travelling coach and backpacking as you did when wide-eyed and adventurous.

I had suggested it, and she had laughed.  The Benadines didn’t travel in coach class in any mode of transport.

I shook my head.  Absence, I said, made the heart grow fonder.  After all, we would be spending the rest of our lives together.

After we parted, I was left with the impression I was not going to survive the honeymoon.

It was odd that after two days, and knowing the truth, I felt so cold that I shivered.  Alisha took my hand and squeezed it.

“If it makes you feel any better, she is a very cold fish pretending to be something else.  Even I could feel it, and it made me shudder more than once.  That whole family are monstrous.  They have to be to prey on people like us.”

We went to my city apartment and waited.

Jenkins had suggested that he have a team keep her under surveillance and see where she went or did.  I had told him we were going to make a few suggestions about her brother and see if she tried to call or approach him.

I said she wouldn’t be that stupid.

But if we were close to finding him and telling her, she might think he would drag her down with him and demand that he go away.  It was an interesting theory.

Several hours passed.  I rested; Alisha was reading a Mills and Boon romance novel.  She said it gave her hope there could be a happy ending.

When we both least expected it, the phone vibrated.  A message.  It was an address and a request to come.

“Pearce and Pearce?”

“Possibly.” I couldn’t believe it would be that easy.

When we arrived, there were police outside the building, and Jenkins was with a detective in the foyer.  No one said much, only that I was needed for an identification.

We went up the elevator to the fifth floor, and down the passage to the last door on the left, the one where a policeman was standing outside.

He stood to one side, and we went in.

Milly was standing between two large policemen, and on the floor, being attended by paramedics, was her brother, Jackson.  He had a head wound and was barely conscious.

Milly looked at me.  “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question.  Why are you here with Jack?  You said he’d left the country.”

“I said I read he left the country.”

“And yet here you are.”

“It’s not what you think.”

“And what do you think, I think?  Because from where I’m standing, a woman I hardly know has attacked her brother, the man who tried to rob my sister, and contributed to her suicide attempt.”

“He’s not my brother.”

“Perhaps not from the same parents, but for at least a dozen years in the same foster home until you ran away together.”

“Am I getting a family lawyer?”

“You’re not family, Milly.  You’re a thief and a liar, and I have no idea who you are, nor do I want to.  The engagement and the wedding are off.

It turned to the detective.  “Any details you need on Miss Pearce, detective, Jenkins here will give you what we have.  I believe there is new information on her brother’s crimes against my sister.  If that’s all?”

It was.  Alisha looked down at the man on the ground and took no pleasure in what she saw.  It was perhaps justice of a sort.  As we left, I saw her texting.  When I asked who, she said I would find out soon enough.

The late edition of the paper, with a headline, “All that glitters”, and below the story of a grifter and her brother trying to take down the Benadine family, and very nearly succeeding.

It was a story my father would have had suppressed because it made us look foolish.  When I asked her why she did it, she said no matter what the public thought of us, we were transparent, far more than any others in our situation.  But, she said, more than anything else, it ensured no one else would try.

Well, not in our lifetime anyway.

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