Playing Dead Part 48

"Langstrom?"

"Phil Palmer's real name was Bruce Langstrom. He was an a.s.sa.s.sin, for lack of a better word. The FBI is going through countless records of Judge Drake, Richard Mancini, and Congressman Riordan. They're putting together a conspiracy going back nearly three decades. Political corruption, illegal land deals. Murder."

"Murder?"

"Seems they killed an old woman for her land. It's what started this, at least for us. Frank Lowe ratted out Riordan to Chase Taverton as part of a plea agreement. Judge Drake found out about it and had them killed. It was just chance that Lydia was having an affair with Taverton. If not Lydia, it would have been some other woman who died, another husband or ex-boyfriend framed."

Her dad held her hand.

"I'm so sorry," she said.

"This isn't your fault, or mine, or even your mother's. Blame those selfish b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. Be satisfied that their crimes are being exposed now that they're dead."

"The time we lost-"

"Honey, believe me, I could hate for a long time if I think about what I lost. That's gone. I have you back, and that means more to me than anything in the world. I've regained my reputation. My innocence. My freedom. I can walk the streets again. And then there's Nelia."

His face softened and Claire squeezed his hand. "I'm glad you found someone who loves you."

He nodded. "And I'm glad you found someone who loves you."

"I-"

"Mitch told me everything last night after you were brought in."

"Everything?"

"More or less. Honey, he's a good man."

"I know." Her voice cracked. Mitch was more than just a good man. He was the love of her life.

The door opened and Mitch walked in. Nelia stood in the doorway. "Tom, you need to rest."

"Yes, ma'am." Tom leaned over and kissed Claire on the forehead. "Love you, Claire Beth."

"Love you too, Daddy."

Tom shuffled out arm in arm with Nelia.

Claire turned her head toward Mitch.

"You probably want to know what happened," he said.

She nodded. "Yeah. I missed a lot."

"Well, I guess I should start at the beginning." He sat down where her father had been sitting. "Apparently, thirty years ago, Bruce Langstrom-"

"Did you go in the house?" she whispered.

Mitch nodded.

Claire closed her eyes, unable to squeeze back burning tears. She wanted to disappear, to run away where no one knew who she was. Soon everybody would know, everyone would see all her secrets exposed, watch her have s.e.x . . . oh, dear G.o.d, the Internet. It would be everywhere . . .

"Claire, don't do this to yourself."

"How can I face my dad? Everyone I work with, my friends, Dave and Bill-"

"It's gone. Destroyed. No one is going to see it. No one is going to talk about it."

"But it's evidence-"

"No it's not."

Claire looked at Mitch, saw that he spoke the truth. Her lips trembled. "I-Thank you."

"Don't do that. G.o.d, Claire, when I saw you in that grave, my life was over. I couldn't imagine not being given another chance to explain why I lied, to ask for your forgiveness, to tell you I love you. To ask for time to prove it."

She put her fingers to his lips. "I'm sorry, Mitch. I'm so sorry."

"Sorry? Sorry for what? I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I'm sorry he hurt you. I would do anything to turn back time and stop it from happening." Mitch reached out for Claire, hesitated.

She took his hand and squeezed it.

"I was so mad and hurt when I found out the truth about you," she said.

"I know, and-"

"Let me finish, okay? I was hurt because I thought I had fallen in love with a lie, with someone who didn't exist. But it's you. Writer or d.a.m.n FBI agent, it's still you. I love you, Mitch."

He let out a long breath, touched his head to hers. "I've been so worried. I need you, Claire. You showed me how lonely I was. How jaded. How miserable. When I'm with you, I see myself in a whole different light. I've been moving from job to job in the FBI-from Atlanta to Was.h.i.+ngton to Texas to Sacramento-never settling down, never happy, until I met you. I love you so much."

He kissed her lightly.

She sighed. "Aren't we a pair? I'd never have thought I could fall head over heels for someone like you, but now that I have, I couldn't imagine loving anyone else."

He smiled, touched her face.

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"Can you check on my dogs and Neelix? They haven't eaten. They're probably-"

"I've already done it. I went by last night, and decided to stay. They missed you, I think."

She smiled. "They like you. They're good judges of character."

"I had a job offer."

"What kind of job?"

"Something that challenges me, that speaks to my sense of justice and fair play."

"Tell me."

"J. T. Caruso offered me a position at Rogan-Caruso."

"That's wonderful."

"You're okay with us working together?"

She nodded. "Absolutely. We'd make a good team."

"I agree. I won't lie to you again, Claire. Just promise me you'll trust me once more. I won't let you down."

"I trust you. No secrets, Mitch. You and me, no matter what, no secrets between us."

"I promise." He kissed her. "You won't regret loving me."

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