Eyes On You Part 17

"No, no," he said. "I'm sorry. Just a minor headache I had to handle."

"Richard, I need every ounce of your attention right now."

"Of course," he said. "And you have it. Let's go up."

As we headed toward the elevator bank, I caught sight of Charlotte stepping into another car, her blond curls piled on her head. She looked back in my direction, and I could have sworn I saw a sly smile form on her face, as if she could read at a glance how distressed I felt and was gloating about it. If she was the one, she clearly had no idea she was about to be busted.

The receptionist was expecting us. We were shown to a conference room at the far end of the hall, one I hadn't even known existed.

The receptionist asked if we'd like coffee. Richard accepted the offer, but my stomach balked at the thought. When she returned two minutes later to deliver Richard's drink, she told us that Mr. Potts would be down momentarily.

But it wasn't momentarily. We sat in the room alone for at least twenty minutes. The wall that ab.u.t.ted the corridor was floor-to-ceiling gla.s.s, and it felt as if I'd been trapped in a terrarium. What was taking so f.u.c.king long? I glanced up at one point to see Richard staring at the gla.s.s wall.

"What is it?" I asked. His pinched expression unsettled me even more.

"I've just seen Ross Carey go by for a second time. He's the in-house attorney. My bet is that he's coming to this meeting, too."

"That's not so odd, is it?" I said. I'd dealt with Carey once or twice during my contract negotiation. "There are legal ramifications for putting a coworker in the hospital."

"Yeeeees," he said, dragging the word out as if he couldn't commit to it. "Of course." Then he turned to me, lowered his head, and whispered, "There's something else, something I need to forewarn you about."

My body tensed. "What?" I asked.

"The reason I seemed distracted in the lobby is that someone with inside info sent me an email saying that the meeting might turn ugly-but didn't elaborate. I didn't want to alarm you, and as far as I know, this person could be dead wrong. But now that I see Carey, I've got a bad feeling."

"Ugly how?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. Originally, when you thought Vicky Cruz was behind this, I was afraid Potts wouldn't want to throw her under the bus. She's his major cash cow, after all. I figured she might be forced to admit what she did and promise to stay clear of you under threat of being canned and the story leaked. But since it's not her, I don't know what to expect."

"Maybe Ann misinterpreted what Potts said," I told him.

"Whatever the situation, you need to stay calm today, Robin. Promise me-"

The conference room door swung open, and Oliver, Potts, and Carey entered single-file, their faces forbidding. They looked like spokesmen from the C.D.C., about to announce a resurgence in bubonic plague.

"Gentlemen," Richard said, rising and shaking each man's hand. I simply nodded. Oliver made eye contact with me, and so did Carey. Potts didn't bother. Stay focused, I told myself. Don't start overreacting.

"Thank you for coming in," Potts said. "We have important information to share today."

"Good," Richard said. "I've been terribly concerned about Robin's situation, as I know all of you have."

"Let me turn it over to Will Oliver," Potts said. "He's done a thorough investigation, and his efforts have paid off. We've finally learned who's behind these-events."

Simultaneously, Richard and I s.h.i.+fted attention to Oliver.

"As I explained to Ms. Trainer previously, we had no luck when we viewed the tapes from the security cameras. Then we took the investigation a step further. We began examining people's work emails and their Internet usage. As Mr. Carey can attest, that's all within our rights."

"Of course," Richard said. "That's a smart move. And I a.s.sume that's how you discovered the truth."

"Yes, it is." Oliver turned to me, his gaze boring into me. "Ms. Trainer, did you do a search about Ms. Cruz on your office computer?"

Why was he asking that? I had done a search about Vicky the day after she'd dressed me down in the newsroom.

"Um-yes, actually, I did." A faint pounding had begun in my head. "Why is that relevant?"

"The timing is interesting. It was shortly after an argument between the two of you."

I couldn't tell where the h.e.l.l this was going. Maybe Vicky was the guilty one, and he was trying to suggest I was partly to blame so they could make a case for keeping her. I tried to catch Richard's eye, hoping he would give me a sign, any sign, but he was staring at Oliver, perplexed.

"First let me point out," I said, "that it wasn't an argument. Ms. Cruz came to the newsroom and admonished us for poaching a regular guest of hers. I happened to be the first one she encountered. And yes, I did do a bit of research afterward. I wanted to learn about her in case there was ever another incident. When people are angry, it's good to figure out the best way to diffuse it."

"You were quite upset about the way she treated you, weren't you?"

Had Tom told them that? Or Carter? "I was a little annoyed, if that's what you mean. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Then she went to Mr. Potts with several other complaints."

"What are you getting at?" I asked.

"Yes, Mr. Oliver, please," Richard interjected. "Is there a point here? We need to know what's going on."

Oliver dragged his gaze back to mine and held it. "All right, then," he said. "We received the test results back on the makeup, and TCA was definitely added to it. Ms. Trainer, according to our findings, you also used your computer to search for information on trichloroacetic acid."

"I-I don't believe I did," I said. The pounding in my head was intensifying, like the m.u.f.fled sound of a party raging from the floor just above my head. Had I, though? "The whole thing was very upsetting, so maybe I did-without remembering."

"Except your search was done two days before the acid was used on your face. You also searched the official site on Barbie dolls-three days before the Barbie was left on your chair."

"No," I said. "That's not true at all. I never did anything like that."

"What in the world are you suggesting?" Richard demanded.

"We believe Ms. Trainer actually staged all these incidents herself, including taking the zolpidem."

I felt like I was in an airplane being torn apart at the seams. I glanced at Richard and then toward Potts. I willed my voice not to rise. "Dave, you can't believe this," I said. I was nearly gasping for air as I spoke. "It's absurd. What could my motive possibly be?"

"According to Will, you've suggested from the beginning that Vicky Cruz was responsible. It appears Vicky made you mad as h.e.l.l, and you obviously wanted to even the score. I a.s.sume you also fancied the attention that being a victim could bring if this went pub-"

The lawyer touched his arm. "I think it's best not to speculate about motivation."

"But Will asked if I had any suspicions, and I shared them only as part of the investigation," I said. "There were comments from Vicky that made me think it could be her."

"How do you explain the searches from your office?" Will asked.

"The person obviously sneaked in there. I used to keep my office open, and my a.s.sistant has been in and out lately. I-I bet there was nothing about zolpidem on my computer, was there? Because I'd started locking my door by the time the brownie was left."

Carey, Potts, and Oliver stared at me completely stone-faced.

"I'm right, aren't I?" I said. "No one could plant anything from that point on."

"As for the zolpidem," Oliver said, ignoring my comment, "there was no way Ms. Cruz could be responsible. She took the shuttle to D.C. that morning and did her show live from there that night."

My mind raced, searching frantically. "If it is Vicky, then-then she probably has an accomplice," I said. "Or maybe someone else entirely is tormenting me. Did you a.n.a.lyze the handwriting on the napkin? You said you'd try to find it."

Oliver shook his head. "We looked through your trash. The wastebasket was still full, but there was no napkin in it."

I turned to Richard, desperate, but he appeared completely bewildered. I'd never seen him like that.

"Wait," I exclaimed. My memory had snagged on something. "Stacy. Vicky asked her about what makeup I used. Did you talk to her yet?"

"Yes," Oliver said. "And she doesn't recall Vicky ever saying anything of that kind to her."

I shook my head.

"I get it," I told them. "Stacy's afraid if she says anything, Vicky will have her canned." I threw my hands in the air. "What about Vicky mentioning Ambien? Jimmy must remember that."

"Robin, let's leave that for a moment," Richard said. He looked directly at Potts. "Dave, there clearly needs to be further investigation. It seems that there's been some horrible misunderstanding. I suggest that we all take a deep breath, put Robin back on the air to quell the gossip, and then dig deeper here."

"d.i.c.k, I respect you. You know that," Potts said. "But we've already taken a breath and dug deep. And Robin's not going back on the air. We're terminating her immediately in violation of the morality clause in her contract. We will pay out part of her contract, which we can discuss separately. And for her sake as well as ours, we will do our best to keep this ugly business under wraps."

I fought the urge to wail in disbelief.

Richard patted the air with his hands, as if trying to calm an angry mob. "Gentlemen, please," he said. "Allow us at least to bring in an outside investigator. We're not trying to witch-hunt Vicky Cruz. We just want to find out what's really going on."

Potts shook his head.

"Dave," I said, my voice pleading. "Think about it for a moment. The only thing I wanted for the past two years was to get back on the air. Why in the world would I sabotage my performance by taking a sleeping pill before a show or putting acid on my face?"

Potts shot a glance at Oliver, who spoke next.

"We don't know why, Ms. Trainer," he said. "But there's history of this type of incident happening in your life, isn't there? As a girl, didn't you accuse someone of harming you, and then it turned out you had done it yourself?"

"What?" I exclaimed. "Who told you that?" The pounding in my head was so hard that I could barely hear, and my hands were shaking. There had never been any public record of what had happened with Janice.

"We're not at liberty to say," Oliver said.

"That's a complete and total lie," I said. "My stepmother was guilty. I never harmed-"

"Robin, I think it's best that we leave," Richard interrupted. "Gentlemen, Ms. Trainer will be enlisting the services of an attorney." He cupped my elbow, urging me up. But I couldn't leave, not yet. I looked across the table at Potts.

"Dave," I said. "You have to give me a chance to prove that none of this is true. Think about it. Think about me. Have you ever known me to do one unethical, untrustworthy thing?"

He stared at me, his eyes piercing. I sensed a finger squeezing against a trigger.

"Well, for one thing," he said, "you've been having a secret affair with your cohost. I wouldn't call that the most trustworthy move in the world."

chapter 17.

I looked at him, dumbfounded. How had he found out?

"All right, I admit, that's true," I said desperately. "But it's irrelevant to what we're discussing. I didn't do those things to myself."

"I think we've said all there is to say," Potts said.

I leaned forward, frantic. I had to reason with him. Before I could speak again, Richard tightened his grip. "Robin, let's go," he said.

As I stood, I realized my legs were floppy, in danger of folding up under me. I grabbed the table briefly for support.

This can't be true, this can't be true, I thought as Richard led me away. The next thing I knew, I was in the elevator, shooting downward, and then in the vast marble lobby, with people rus.h.i.+ng by us in a blur. I realized Richard was talking to me. "What?" I asked dumbly.

"Robin, can you call a car? We need to get out of here."

I fumbled in my purse for my phone. My hand was still trembling, and as I stared at the screen, unsure what to do, the phone jerked back and forth.

"Actually, why don't we grab a cab," he said. "Considering how they've acted, they've probably already closed your account with the car service."

Out on the sidewalk, I waited numbly as Richard stepped off the curb. My stomach had started to churn, and I gulped a few breaths in defense. A woman did a double-take at the sight of me.

After flagging down a taxi, Richard practically hoisted me inside. The stupid cab TV was playing, and I punched several times at the off square until it went silent.

"Robin, I know it's hard, but you have to try to calm yourself. Let's stop by my office, and we'll figure out our next steps."

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I need to go home. I feel ill."

"All right." He gave the driver my address and then directed his attention back to me. "If you don't mind, I'd like to jump on the phone now. I have to find you a lawyer."

"Aren't you a lawyer?" I asked.

"I'm not the kind you need at present," he said.

I turned my head and stared out the window, seeing only a blur of motion. Everything was gone now. Everything. Even if the full story didn't leak out, people would a.s.sume I was guilty of something-of being a c.o.kehead or embezzler. Someone had squealed about Carter and me. And someone, someone who knew me well, had blabbed about Janice, dragging that nightmare story into my job. The only people at work who knew were Ann, Maddy, and Carter.

My stomach was roiling, and I pushed my hand against my mouth, trying to fight the nausea. Next to me, Richard droned on the phone, but I could barely make out what he was saying.

As soon as we were in my apartment, I raced to the bathroom, ran a washcloth under icy water, and dabbed at my face with it. There had to be a way to fix this. Richard would help me, I told myself. So would Ann.

"Okay," Richard said when I stepped back into the living room. "I've left messages for Steve Katz at his office and his cell. He's an employment attorney-the best there is."

"The main thing he's going to have to do is convince Oliver to continue the investigation," I said quickly. "And share information. Someone clearly sneaked into my office and did those searches. If I knew the times, it might provide a clue."

Richard nodded and announced he was returning to his office, promising to be in touch when he heard from Katz.