Got Your Number (20 page)

"Aren't you Roxann's cousin?" he asked.

"Uh-huh."

"I'm sorry, I don't remember your name."

"Angora. Angora Ryder."

"Right." He smiled, a glorious display that stole her breath. "Did you buy me as a date for Roxann?"

She frowned. "No. I bought you as a date for myself."

He looked her up and down, lingering on her breasts and legs, highlighted nicely in the blue Diane Von Furstenberg dress. "Did you go to school here?"

"Yeth." Her tongue felt thick.

"Did I ever have you?"

"Once, but it wasn't very memorable."

His eyebrows went up. "Have you been drinking?"

"Absolutely."

He laughed. "Well, a bite to eat will sober you up. I thought we'd have dinner, then go dancing."

"Thounds nithe."

"Should we say goodbye to Roxann?"

"Nope."

He looked disappointed, but shrugged. "Okay, then off we go. Two thousand dollars is a lot of money. I hope you don't regret this in the morning, um—"

"Angora."

"Right. Angora."

She tucked her hand under his arm and melted into his shoulder. "I won't."

Chapter 16

Roxann tried to keep a smile on her face for the rest of the auction, and eagerly accepted Nell's invitation to dinner afterward, although she had to admit she was hoping she'd see Carl, if for only a few minutes. And Angora's behavior was puzzling, to say the least. If she didn't know better, she'd think her cousin was planning to follow through on her joking comment about losing her virginity to Carl.

"My treat," Nell insisted as they were seated in a booth at a restaurant called Utopia a few blocks away. "For the Alumni Homecoming Queen."

She blushed and smiled down at the box holding the crown they'd presented to her. "That was incredibly embarrassing, considering... "

"Considering?"

She pressed her lips together, then sighed. "Considering I've been thinking about giving my notice to the organization."

Nell's smile faded. "I see."

"Are you disappointed?"

Nell shook her head. "This is your decision, Roxann. May I ask why?"

She sipped from her water glass and shrugged slowly. "I'm tired of the schedule. Ready for a change."

Her mentor arched an eyebrow. "Ready to settle down?"

Another sip. "Maybe. Someday."

"Ah, your biological clock is ticking."

Items for her life list flashed before her eyes.
Have a daughter. Be a good mother.
"I still haven't decided about the mothering gig."

"But you'd like to get married."

"Maybe. Someday."

She lifted her glass and smiled over the top. "Do you have someone in mind?"

"No."

"I wondered if you were still carrying a torch for Carl after all these years. You two parted on such a bittersweet note."

"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought of him often over the years."

"I could tell tonight that he was glad to see you."

"He seemed surprised when I saw him today. You didn't tell him I was coming?" '

She shook her head. "Carl's path and mine rarely cross these days. He's so involved with the administration and with the church, he does very little teaching."

"That's what he said." Roxann toyed with her napkin. "He also said that he's never married all these years."

"No." Nell laughed. "Why is it that men who don't marry are even more intriguing, while women who don't marry are simply old maids?"

"I don't think of you as an old maid."

The professor shrugged. "I don't mind, really. But it isn't nearly as fulfilling as the feminists made it sound thirty years ago."

"You have your career."

"Yes, I do. But my career can't keep me warm at night, can it?"

Roxann blinked. She'd always thought of Nell as an asexual person, uninterested in base pastimes like romantic love.

"Oh, yes, I'm a woman." Nell laughed, but her laugh turned into a cough, which grew in severity until people around them stared. "I'm sorry." She gasped into a handkerchief.

"You're ill. We should go."

She shook her head and drank from her glass. "I'm fine. Just a cold from the change of weather." But her hand trembled violently.

The waiter arrived with flat bread and hummus. They ordered soup and salads. Nell still looked a tad blue, and Roxann wondered if one of the woman's imagined ailments had truly materialized. She was trying to think of a diplomatic way to inquire when Nell spoke.

"Roxann, how well do you know Angora?"

Roxann frowned. "She's my cousin."

"Yes, but how well do you
know
her? Is she always so unpredictable?"

She splayed her hands. "If you're talking about her behavior at the auction tonight, I think she was feeling a little upstaged by the award they gave me." She smiled. "If you hadn't noticed, she has a thing for tiaras. And throwing money around is her way of getting attention. Besides, she was drinking."

"You're being generous, don't you think?"

Roxann tamped down the spark of anger at Nell's uncharacteristic sarcasm. Besides, the woman had tapped into some of her own concerns. "Four days ago she was dumped at the altar."

"Oh? Yes, that's tragic. Still, she seems... unstable."

"If you knew her mother, you'd know why."

"Does Angora have psychological problems?"

Roxann frowned. "You're serious."

Nell nodded.

"Not that I know of. Why?"

"I shouldn't say anything, it's been so long ago."

"What?"

Nell glanced around them, then leaned closer, her mouth pinched. "Did you know Angora was a suspect when that girl was killed on campus years ago in a hit-and-run?"

The hummus turned to sawdust in Roxann's mouth, and she swallowed painfully. "Tammy Paulen?"

"You remember her?"

"Yes." She was still digesting Nell's words, and replaying snatches of troubling conversations with her cousin. "We were talking about her the other night when we found my annual. Angora was a suspect?"

Nell nodded.

Now was probably not a good time to mention that Tammy had taunted Angora, or Angora's comment that the girl had gotten what she deserved. "Did the police ever make an arrest in the case?"

"No."

"Well... there were probably lots of suspects, weren't there?"

"Three. The two boys who called in the report, and Angora."

She put her fingers on her temples. "Why didn't I know this?"

"The investigation was kept under wraps because the president was afraid of a scandal. I was brought in to assist because I was Tammy's faculty advisor."

"I can see why the police would suspect the guys who reported the incident, but why was Angora a suspect?"

"I understand that her name kept coming up when Tammy's friends were questioned."

"But all of Tammy's friends were her sorority sisters. Angora quit the sorority because they gave her such a hard time."

"The sorority mother told me that Angora was forced out."

Angora did have a habit of adjusting the truth until it reflected well on her. Still, Roxann's head was spinning. "But... but there must not have been enough evidence to warrant an arrest."

"No. There were no witnesses. But I watched the videotape of the police interviewing Angora, and it was clear to me that she had issues with the Paulen girl."

"I heard the Paulen girl wasn't the nicest person."

"I heard the same thing," Nell conceded. "And Tammy's friends admitted that she treated Angora badly. They said she had something on your cousin, was holding it over her head."

"What?"

"No one knew, although one girl said she thought it had something to do with a blond wig."

Roxann went completely still. "A blond wig?" She managed a little laugh. "That's... strange."

"You don't know what they might have been referring to?"

She tried to speak, but could only shake her head.

Nell shrugged her thin shoulders. "You know how girls are—maybe she found out that Angora wasn't a natural blonde, or something superficial like that."

"Right," Roxann said, recovering. "No connection to the accident. Besides, I just can't see Angora being involved."

"Roxann—" The professor looked down, sighed, then looked up. "Do you think you're a good judge of character?"

She pulled back. "I'd like to believe so."

"That came out wrong—I meant where your cousin is concerned."

Words of defense gathered in her throat, then Roxann swallowed them. Hadn't Angora always been able to evoke her sympathy? To convince her to do things against her better judgment? Was it possible that instead of being a poor little rich girl, her cousin was a grand manipulator? After all, she had a master tutor in Dee.

"Angora and I will get a hotel room tonight."

"Don't be silly, you're staying with me."

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable about Angora sleeping under your roof."

"I don't, and I didn't mean to upset you. Please don't leave." The woman looked a little desperate—she was indeed lonely.

Roxann touched Nell's hand. "Thank you for telling me the truth. I'll keep an eye on Angora. By the way, I ran into Elise James on campus today."

"I know that name, but I can't place her."

"She went to grad school here, and she joined the Rescue program about a year ago. I thought you might know her."

Nell sighed. "Unfortunately, the memory is the first thing to go. Is she nice?"

"Nice and troubled. We were paired up to live together in Biloxi, but I don't think Elise ever had her heart in the work. She suffered some personal problems and a few weeks ago she just took off." No need to go too much into detail, lest Nell start to think she was some kind of lesbian siren.

"This kind of volunteer work isn't for everyone. And if a person already has problems, the stress can sometimes exacerbate those problems."

Roxann nodded. "I think she was on something when I saw her today. She was rambling, incoherent."

Nell broke off a small piece of the flat bread. "What was she rambling about?"

"Something about a college relationship that had screwed her up."

"Sounds like whatever she's on has her screwed up."

Their food arrived, but Roxann's appetite had vanished, and nature was calling. She excused herself and went to the ladies' room, grateful for the moment alone. She hadn't been alone, not really, since leaving Baton Rouge. And now she had a sick, heavy feeling that returning to South Bend would simply reopen old wounds. Carl had drawn her back, but why on earth would Angora want to come back to a place where she had so many bad memories?

Roxann stared in a mirror over the sink and let the revelation sink in.
Carl.
Angora had been drawn back to Carl, too. She had made light of the fact that sleeping with him was on her life list, when she'd probably been in love with him just as much as Roxann. Why hadn't she seen it?

And Angora had probably been devastated earlier today when he'd recognized Roxann and not her. Roxann winced. No wonder Angora had acted so strangely the rest of the afternoon, and had bid so outrageously for his attention. On the heels of being jilted, her cousin was starved for validation.

She leaned into the cold porcelain sink and tried to remember the last day her life had had any semblance of normalcy. As is, a mushrooming cloud of doom was dogging her and the people she came into contact with—she didn't even want to think about what can of worms would spring open tomorrow. Plagued with warring thoughts and emotions, Roxann left the restroom before Nell began to think she'd been abandoned. But just outside the restroom was a pay phone, and she was struck with the longing to hear a comforting voice. Or at least a familiar one. Her cell phone was at Nell's on a charger. Before she could change her mind, she dialed her father's number. He answered on the third ring.

"Hello."

His rough-hewn voice scraped over the line, rugged and reassuring. She smiled into the phone. "Dad, it's me."

"Roxann, honey—are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Dad. Has anyone else been around asking about me?"

"No. Where are you?"

"I'm in South Bend, with Angora, We came up for Homecoming, but we'll be back to Baton Rouge soon."

He sighed. "Dee has been driving me nuts. Since that cop talked to her, she's sure Angora is in some kind of trouble."

"Well, she isn't." She chewed on the inside of her cheek.
Yet.
"Listen, Dad, is there a history of psychological problems in your family?"

"What kind of fool question is that?"

"It's important, Dad."

"Well... my mother's sister died in an asylum."

Roxann inhaled sharply. "What was wrong with her?"

"Schizophrenia. When she was twenty-five she pushed another woman out of a tenth-story window."

Her eyes bugged. "Why haven't you ever told me?"

"You never asked. Are you seeing that Detective Capistrano?"

Her eyes bugged wider.
"What?"

"Are you seeing—"

"No, I'm not seeing him! What makes you think I'm seeing him?"