The anxiety was back. The fear of losing everything.
Oh, Jim, what's going to happen? she thought to her husband, lying deep in the red clay of Pine Creek Memorial Gardens.
She thought back on her life -- how it just hadn't turned out the way she'd planned. How she'd dropped out of Georgia State six months before she graduated to be with him. Thinking about how she gave up her own hopes of working in sales. About how they fell into a routine: Jim running the company while she entertained clients and volunteered at the hospital and the Women's Club and ran the household. Which was supposed to be a household full of children -- that was what she'd hoped for anyway. But it never happened.
And now Sandra May DuMont was just a childless widow...
That was how the people in Pine Creek looked at her. The town widow. They knew that the company would fail, that she'd move into one of those dreadful apartments on Sullivan Street and would just melt away, become part of the wallpaper of smalltown Southern life. They thought no better of her than that.
But that wasn't going to happen to her.
No, ma'am... She could still meet someone and have a family. She was young. She could go to a different place, a big city, maybe -- Atlanta, Charleston... hell, why not New York itself?
A Southern woman's got to be a notch stronger than her man. And a notch more resourceful too...
She would get out of this mess.
Ralston could help her get out of it. She knew she'd done the right thing, picking him.
When she woke up the next morning Sandra May found her wrists were cramping; she'd fallen asleep with her hands clenched into fists.
It was two hours later, when she arrived in the office, that Loretta pulled her aside, gazed at her boss with frantic, black-mascaraed eyes and whispered, "I don't know how to tell you this, Mrs. DuMont, but I think he's going to rob you. Mr. Ralston, I mean."
*
"Tell me."
Frowning, Sandra May sat slowly in the high-backed leather chair. Looked again out the window.
"All right, see, what happened... what happened..."
"Calm down, Loretta. Tell me."
"See, after you left last night I started to bring some papers into your office and I heard him on the phone."
"Who was he talking to?"
"I don't know. But I looked inside and saw that he was using his cell phone, not the office phone, like he usually does. I figured he used that phone so we wouldn't have a record of who he called."
"Let's not jump to conclusions. What did he say?" Sandra May asked.
"He said he was pretty close to finding everything. But it was going to be a problem to get away with it."
"'Get away with it.' He said that?"
"Yes, ma'am. Right, right, right. Then he said some stock or something was all held by the company, not by 'her personally.' And that could be a problem. Those were his words."
"Then what?"
"Oh, then I kind of bumped into the door and he heard and hung up real quick. Seemed to me, at any rate."
"That doesn't mean he's going to rob us," Sandra May said. "'Get away with it.' Maybe that just means get the money out of the foreign companies. Or maybe he's talking about something else altogether."
"Sure, maybe it does, Mrs. DuMont. But he was acting like a spooked squirrel when I came into the room." Then Loretta brushed one of her long, purple nails across her chin. "How well do you know him?"
"Not well... Are you thinking that he somehow arranged this whole thing?" Sandra May shook her head. "Couldn't be. I called him to help us out."
"But how did you find him?"
Sandra May grew quiet. Then she said, "He met me... Well, he picked me up. Sort of. At the Pine Creek Club."
"And he told you he was in business."
She nodded.
"So," Loretta pointed out, "he might've heard that you'd inherited the company and went there on purpose to meet you. Or maybe he was one of the people Mr. DuMont was in business with -- doing something that wasn't quite right. What you were telling me? -- about those foreign companies."
"I don't believe it," Sandra May protested. "No, I can't believe it."
She looked into her assistant's face, which was pretty and demure, yes, but also savvy. Loretta said, "Maybe he looks for people who're having trouble running businesses and moves in and, bang, cleans 'em out."
Sandra May shook her head.
"I'm not saying for sure, Mrs. DuMont. I just worry about you. I don't want anybody to take advantage of you. And we all here... well, we can't hardly afford to lose our jobs."
"I'm not going to be some timid widow who's afraid of the dark."
"This might not be just a shadow," Loretta said.
"I've talked to the man, I've looked into his eyes, honey," Sandra May said. "I reckon I'm as good a judge of character as my mama was."
"I hope you are, ma'am. For all our sakes. I hope you are."
Sandra May's eyes scanned the office again, the pictures of her husband with the fish and game he'd bagged, the pictures of the company in the early days, the groundbreaking for the new factory, Jim at the Rotary Club, Jim and Sandra May on the company float at the county fair.
Their wedding picture...
Honey, don't you worry your pretty little head about anything I'll take care of it everything'll be fine don't worry don't worry don't worry...
The words her husband had said to her a thousand times echoed in her head. Sandra May sat down in the office chair once more.
*
The next day Sandra May found Bill Ralston in the office, hunched over an accounting book.
She set a piece of paper in front of him.
He lifted it, frowning.
"What's this?"
"The power of attorney you were talking about. It gives you the authority to find our money, file suit, vote the company's shares -- everything..." She laughed. "I must say I was having some doubts about you for a bit."
"Because I'm from New York?" He smiled.
"That War of Northern Aggression, why, it does rear its ugly head sometimes... But, no, I'll tell you why I'm giving it to you. Because a widow can't afford to be afraid of her own shadow. People see that and they sense blood in the water and next thing you know, it's good-bye. No, no, I looked you in the eye and I said to myself, I trust him. So now I'm putting my money where my mouth is. Or, should I say, my husband's money. The hidden variety." She looked at the document. "Before Jim's accident I would've run to him with a problem. And before Jim I would've run to my mother. I wouldn't've made any decisions. But I'm on my own now and I have to make my own choices. One of those choices was hiring you and trusting you. This is something I'm doing for me. Now, use that and find the money and get it back."
He read the power of attorney carefully once more, noted the signature. "It's irrevocable. You can't withdraw it."
"The lawyer said a revocable one is useless for tracing money and filing suits if you need to."
"Good." He gave her another smile... but it was different from earlier. There was a coldness to his expression. And even a hint of triumph -- like you'd see on the face of a redneck Pine Creek High tackle. "Ah, Sandy, Sandy, Sandy -- I'll tell you, I thought it'd take months."
She frowned. "Months?"
"Yes'm. To get control of the company, I'm talking about."
"Get control?" She stared at him. Her breathing was fast. "What're you... what're you saying?"
"It could've been a nightmare -- and the worst part was I'd have to stay in this hellhole of a town for who knew how long... Pine Creek..." He put on a hillbilly accent as he said sarcastically, "Lord above, how do y 'all keep from going stark, raving mad here?"
"What are you talking about," she whispered.
"Sandy, the whole point of this was to get your company." He tapped the power of attorney. "I'll vote myself in as president, pay myself a nice, big salary and bonus, then sell the place. You'll make some money -- don't worry. You're still the owner of the st
ock. Oh, and don't worry about that hidden money. It wasn't hidden at all. Your husband put some company money into overseas investments, like a million other businessmen last year. He got hurt a little when the market dipped. No big deal. It'll come back. You were never even close to bankruptcy."
"Why..." She gasped. "You goddamn bastard! This's fraud!" She reached for the power of attorney but he pushed her hand away.
Ralston shook his head sadly then he paused, frowning. He noticed that the rage on Sandra May's face had turned to amusement. Then she started laughing.
"What?" he asked uncertainly.
She stepped toward him. Ralston grabbed the power of attorney and eased back warily.
"Oh, relax, I'm not going to slap you upside the head -- even though I ought to." Sandra May leaned past him and pushed the intercom button.
"Yes?" came the woman's voice.
"Loretta, could you come in here, please?"
"Sure, Mrs. DuMont."
Loretta appeared in the doorway. Sandra May's eyes were still on Ralston's. She said, "That power of attorney gives you the right to vote all my shares. Right?"
He glanced at his jacket pocket, where the document now rested. He nodded.
Sandra May continued, speaking to Loretta. "How many shares in the company do I own?"
"None, Mrs. DuMont."
"What?" Ralston asked.
Sandra May said, "We thought you were trying to pull something. So we had to test you. I talked to my lawyer. He said I could transfer my shares to somebody I trusted so that I didn't hold any of them. Then I'd sign the power of attorney, give it to you and see what you did. And I sure learned that fast enough -- you planned to rob me blind. It was a test -- and you failed, sir."
"Goddamn it. You transferred the shares?"
She laughed and nodded to Loretta. "Yep. To somebody I could trust. I don't own a bit. That power of attorney is useless. She owns a hundred percent of DuMont Products Inc."
But Ralston's shock vanished. He began to smile.
The explanation for his good mood came not from him but from Loretta. She said, "Now you listen here. You'll never guess. Bill and I own a hundred percent of the company. Sorry, honey." And she walked forward and put her arm around Ralston. "I don't think we mentioned it but Bill's my brother."
*
"You were in it together!" Sandra May whispered. "The two of you."
"Jim died and didn't leave me a penny!" Loretta snapped. "You owe me that money."
"Why would Jim leave you anything?" Sandra May asked uncertainly. "Why would..." But her voice faded as she looked at the knowing smile on the thin woman's face.
"You and my husband?" Sandra May gasped. "You were seeing each other?"
"For the last three years, honey. You never noticed that we were out of town at the same time? That we'd both work late the same nights? Jim was putting money away for me!" Loretta spat out. "He just never had a chance to give it to me before he died."
Sandra May stumbled backward, collapsed onto the couch. "The stock... Why, I trusted you," she muttered. "The lawyer asked who could I trust and you were the first person I thought of!"
"Just like I trusted Jim," Loretta snapped back. "He kept saying he'd give it to me, he'd open an account for me, I could travel, he'd get me a nice house... But then he died and didn't leave me a penny. I waited a few months then called Bill up in New York. I told him all about you and the company. I knew you were going to Pine Creek Club on Sunday. We figured he should come on down and introduce himself to the poor widow."
"But your last name, it's different," she said to Ralston, picking up one of his business cards and glancing at Loretta.
"Hey, not that hard to figure out," he said, lifting his palms. "It's fake." He laughed. As if this were too obvious to even mention.
"When we sell the company, honey, you'll get something," Loretta said. "Don't you fret 'bout that. In recognition of your last six months as president. Now, why don't you just head on home? Oh, hey, you don't mind if I don't call you Mrs. DuMont anymore, do you, Sandy? I really hated --"
The office door swung open
"Sandra May... you all right?" A large man stood in the doorway. Beau Ogden, the county sheriff. His hand was on his pistol.
"I'm fine," she told him.
He eyed Ralston and Loretta, who stared at him uneasily. "These them?"
"That's right."
"I come as soon as I got your call."
Ralston was frowning. "What call?"
Ogden warned, "Just keep your hands where I can see them."
"What the hell're you talking about?" Ralston asked.
"I'd ask you to keep a respectful voice, sir. You don't want to go making your problems any worse than they already are."
"Officer," Loretta said, sounding completely calm, "we've been doing some business dealings here and that's all. Everything's on the up-and-up. We got contracts and papers and everything. Mrs. DuMont sold me the company for ten dollars 'cause it's in debt and she thought me and my brother here could turn it around. Me knowing the company as good as I do since I worked for her husband for so many years. Her own lawyer did the deal. We're going to pay her a settlement as a former employee."
"Yeah, whatever," Ogden said absently; his attention was on a young, crew-cut deputy entering the office. "It matches," he told the sheriff.
Ogden nodded toward Loretta and Ralston. "Cuff 'em both."
"You bet, Beau."
"Cuff us! We haven't done anything!"
Ogden sat on the chair beside Sandra May. He said solemnly, "We found it. Wasn't in the woods, though. Was under Loretta's back porch."
Sandra May shook her head sadly. Snagged a Kleenex and wiped her eyes.
"Found what?" Ralston snapped.
"May as well 'fess up, both of you. We know the whole story."
"What story?" Loretta barked at Sandra May.
She took a deep breath. Finally she struggled to answer, "I knew something wasn't right. I figured out you two were trying to cheat me --"
"And her a poor widow," Ogden muttered. "Shameful."
"So I called Beau before I got to work this morning. Told him what I suspected."
"Sheriff," Loretta continued patiently, "you're making a big mistake. She voluntarily transferred the stock to me. There was no fraud, there was no --"
The sheriff held up an impatient hand. "Loretta, you're being arrested for what you did to Jim, not for fraud or some such."
"Did to Jim?" Ralston looked at his sister, who shook her head and asked, "What's going on here?"
"You're under arrest for the murder of Jim DuMont."
"I didn't murder anybody!" Ralston spat out.
"No, but she did." Ogden nodded at Loretta. "And that makes you an accomplice and probably guilty of conspiracy too."
"No!" Loretta screamed. "I didn't."
"A fella owns a cabin on Lake Billings come forward a couple weeks ago and says he saw a woman with Mr. DuMont on that fishing trip of his back around Halloween. He couldn't see too clear but he said it looked like she was holding this club or branch. This fella didn't think nothing of it and left town for a spell. Soon's he comes back -- last month -- he hears about Jim dying and gives me a call. I checked with the coroner and he said that Mr. DuMont might not've hit his head when he fell. Maybe he was hit by somebody and shoved in the water. So I reopened the case as a murder investigation. We've been checking witnesses and forensics for the past month and decided it definitely looks like murder but we can't find the weapon. Then Mrs. DuMont calls me this morning about you two and this scam and everything. Seemed like a good motive to murder somebody. I got the magistrate to issue a search warrant. That's what we found under your porch, Loretta: the billy club Mr. DuMont used to kill fish with. It had his blood and hairs on it. Oh, and I found the gloves you worn when you hit him. Ladies' gloves. Right stylish too."
"No! I didn't do it! I swear."
"Read 'em their rights, Mike. Do a good job of it too. Don't
want no loopholes. And get 'em outa here."
Ralston shouted, "I didn't do it!"
As the deputy did as instructed and, one by one, led them out, Sheriff Ogden said to Sandra May, "Funny how they all say that. Broken record. 'Didn't do it, didn't do it.' Now I'm truly sorry about all this, Sandra May. Tough enough being newly widowed but to have to go through all this nonsense too."
"That's okay, Beau," Sandra May said, demurely wiping her eyes with a Kleenex.
"We'll be wanting to take a statement but there's no hurry on that."
"Anytime you say, Sheriff," she said firmly. "I want those people to go away for a long, long time."
"We'll make sure that happens. Good day to you now."
When the sheriff had left, Sandra May stood by herself for a long moment, looking at the photo of her husband taken a few years earlier. He was holding up a large bass he'd caught -- probably in Billings Lake. Then she walked into the outer office, opened the mini refrigerator and poured herself a glass of sweet tea.
Returning to Jim's, no, her office, she sat down in the leather chair and spun slowly, listening to the now-familiar squeak of the mechanism.
Thinking: Well, Sheriff, you were almost right.
There was only one little variation in the story.
Which was that Sandra May had known all along about Jim's affair with Loretta. She'd gotten used to the smell of turpentine on her husbands skin but never used to the stink of the woman's trailer-trash perfume, which hung like a cloud of bug spray around him as he climbed into bed too tired even to kiss her. ("A man doesn't want you three times a week, Sandra, you better start wondering why." Thanks, Mama.) And so when Jim DuMont drove off to Billings Lake last October, Sandra May followed and confronted him about Loretta. And when he admitted it she said, "Thank you for not lying," took the billy club and crushed his skull with a single blow then kicked him into the frigid water.
She'd thought that would be the end of it. The death was ruled accidental and everybody forgot about the case -- until that man at Billings Lake had come forward and reported seeing a woman with Jim just before he'd died. Sandra May knew it was only a matter of time until they tracked her down for the murder.
The threat of a life sentence -- not the condition of the company -- was the terrible predicament she'd found herself in, the predicament for which she was praying for help "from the sky." (As for the company? Who cared? The "bit of insurance money" totaled nearly a million dollars. To get away with that, she would've gladly watched DuMont Products Inc. go bankrupt and given up the money Jim had socked away for his scrawny slut.) How could she save herself from prison? But then Ralston gave her the answer when he'd picked her up. He was too slick. She'd sensed a scam and it didn't take much digging to find the connection to Loretta. She figured they were planning to get the company away from her.