I knew what that paper was. I’d seen it in his pocket—the deed to the villa in the Caymans.
“Molly, that’s when you came in the suite, remember?”
I did remember—the way Mr. Black pushed past me, just another aggravating human obstacle in his path.
“Sorry I was acting so weird. But now you know why.”
“That’s quite all right,” I say. “Mr. Black was far ruder than you were. And to be honest, I thought you were sad, not mad.”
She smiles. “You know what, Molly? You understand more than anyone gives you credit for.”
“Yes,” I say.
“I don’t care what anyone else thinks. You’re the best.”
I can feel my face flush at the compliment. Before I have a chance to ask what other people think about me, a strange transformation washes over Giselle. Whatever is in the pills she just took, the change happens quickly. It’s like she’s turning from solid to liquid before my eyes. Her shoulders relax and her face softens. I remember Gran when she was sick, how the medications relieved the pain just like this, for a while at least, how her face would turn from a tight, stony grimace to a look of peaceful bliss so clear that even I could read it instantly. Those pills worked magic on Gran. Until they didn’t. Until they weren’t enough. Until nothing was enough.
Giselle turns to face me and sits cross-legged on the couch. She wraps Gran’s blanket around her legs. “You found him, right? Charles? It was you who first found him?”
“It was me. Yes.”
“And they took you to the station? That’s what I heard.”
“Correct.”
“So what did you tell them?” She brings one hand to her lips and nibbles at the skin by her index finger. I want to tell her that nail-biting is a filthy habit and not to ruin her lovely manicure, but I refrain.
“I told the detective what I saw. How I entered the suite to return it to a state of perfection, how I felt perhaps it was occupied, how I entered the bedroom to find Mr. Black lying on the bed. And when I investigated further, I realized he was dead.”
“And was there anything weird about the suite?”
“He’d been drinking,” I say. “Which I’m afraid I don’t consider unusual for Mr. Black.”
“You got that right,” she says.
“But…your pills. They’re usually in the bathroom, and they were on the bedside table, open, with some spilled onto the carpet.”
Her whole body stiffens. “What?”
“Yes, and some pills had been stepped on and were ground into the carpet, which is problematic for those of us who have to clean the suite after.” I wish she wouldn’t nibble her nails like a cob of corn.
“Anything else?” Giselle asks.
“The safe was open.”
Giselle nods. “Of course. Normally he kept it locked, never gave me the code. But that day, he took whatever it was he wanted and left it open when he stormed out.”
She picks up her teacup and takes a polite sip. “Molly, did you tell the police anything about Charles and me? About…our relationship?”
“No,” I say.
“Did you…did you tell them anything about me?”
“I did not hide the truth,” I say. “But I also didn’t volunteer it.”
Giselle stares at me for a second, then leaps forward and hugs me, which catches me off guard. I can smell her expensive perfume. Isn’t it interesting how luxury has an unmistakable scent, as unmistakable as fear or death?
“Molly, you’re a very special person, you know that?”
“Yes, I know,” I say. “I’ve been told that before.”
“You’re a good person and a good friend. I don’t think I could ever be as good as you, so long as I live. But I want you to know something: whatever happens, don’t you think for a second that I don’t appreciate you.”
She pulls back from me and springs to her feet. A few minutes ago, she was willowy and relaxed; now she’s overcharged.
“What are you going to do? Now that Mr. Black is dead?”
“Not much,” she says. “The police won’t let me go anywhere until the toxicology and autopsy reports are complete. Because if some rich guy turns up dead, then obviously his wife offed him, right? Couldn’t be that he died of natural causes, of the stress he caused himself and everyone else around him. Stress that his wife was trying to relieve him from so he wouldn’t drop dead.”
“Is that what you think happened? He dropped dead, just like that?”