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“It’s going to be a huge story. Worldwide press.”
“And, what, you think I’m some attention-seeking media whore?”
Crickets. Crickets.
“Well, yeah, sure, okay, I am. But not this time.”
“Why not?”
“I’m down in Miami on vacation. Did your mother tell you we’re having lunch on Thursday?”
“You can fly up for the arraignment and right back down. Win can send his plane.”
“Not going to happen. I’m too old for that.” Then Hester hesitated, something she almost never did, and added, “And I don’t want to.”
“Why?”
“I don’t like him, okay? There. I said it.”
“You never even met him.”
“But I know what he did to you.”
“That was a million years ago,” Myron said. “I did worse.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I forgave him.”
“I didn’t,” Hester said. “You’re my guy, not him. And may I give you a piece of advice?”
“I think I know what it is.”
“I’ll say it anyway. Your relationship with this guy is what the kids today call toxic. Now let’s forget all that because I have a question for you.”
“What’s that?”
“Tell me the truth,” Hester said. “How’s Mom doing anyway?”
Myron swallowed. He opened his mouth, closed it, tried again. “I don’t know.”
Hester heard the thickness in his voice. “It’s okay,” she said softly.
“They don’t tell me everything.”
“They don’t want you to worry.”
“I’d prefer to.”
“But they don’t want that. Your mother and father. That’s a parent’s prerogative. You have to respect that. You know I love your mother like a sister.”
“I know.”
“And you like a nephew. But this Greg Downing business? It just isn’t our fight. I’ll call you after I see them.”
In the end it didn’t matter that Hester wouldn’t take the case. When Myron tried to reach him, Greg wouldn’t talk to him. He wouldn’t see him. The media attention surrounding the case, as expected, was overwhelming. Not only had a former basketball star faked his own death—but now he was accused of murdering a supermodel who had once graced the covers of Vogue and Cosmo. It made for juicy headlines and snarky social media posts. The story trended everywhere. No one knew any of the details, but that never stopped anyone online from voicing fully formed opinions of guilt or innocence.
Myron was staying at Win’s place on Central Park West. By the time he arrived it was close to midnight. Win was waiting for him in the parlor. Parlor, Myron had learned, was what rich people called a den or living room.
