“I contacted Winston after Marla Roth. Did you think I wouldn’t hear about it, Naomi? Christ, I’m a federal agent, I’m going to hear about it when my sister finds a body in her goddamn backyard.”
“It wasn’t, and you’re taking that tone with me to block me from taking one with you. I didn’t tell you because there wasn’t a point. I didn’t want to worry you or the uncles. Is that why they’re coming out here?”
“I haven’t said anything to them about this. Yet.”
Mason let the last word hang a moment.
“I talked to Winston about Roth, gave him my contact information, asked him to let me know if anything else came up. It came up.”
“If you two want to snipe at each other about it, I’ll stay out of the way.” Xander shrugged. “But it’s pretty pointless on both sides. I’m getting more coffee.”
“You could have told me you’d called the chief, told me you’d come here to talk to him.”
“You could’ve told me you found a dead body.”
“Next time I find one, you’ll be the first.”
“Don’t joke about it, Naomi.”
“Oh, I’m not.” She closed her eyes. “I’m not. I’m sick at the thought of it. I don’t know how you do what you do. I know why, I understand why you chose to do what you do, but I don’t know how you face it. Day after day, how you stand being faced with it. I’ve done everything I could to cut all of it out of my life, to put up walls. And you do the opposite. I can be proud of you, and I am, and still wonder how you stand it.”
“Doing this is how I stand it. We can talk about this when we’re alone, and when I have more time.”
“Chief Winston knows who we are. He ran me after I found the body.”
“Yeah, I figured as much.”
“Xander knows. I told him.”
“You” Stunned, Mason stared at his sister, then Xander when Xander stepped back out. “Is that right?”
“Yes, so you don’t have to worry about what you say.”
“I can’t say much more of anything because I need to go meet Winston. I’ll be back.” Mason took Naomi’s shoulders. “I’ll be back after I meet with him. You can show me the house, what you’ve been working on.”
“All right.”
He kissed her forehead, stepped back. “I’ll be back,” he said to Xander.
As Mason left, Xander sat on the glider. “Can we just sit here for a minute?”
“I should”
“I need it. I have to hope this isn’t happening to her. She’s one of the best people I know, and she and Loo . . . I need to call Loo. She’d have heard. We’d have heard most likely but we had the out-of-town gig. She’ll need to talk to me, but I need to sit for a minute first.”
Naomi went over, lowered to the glider beside him, took his hand. “We’ll just sit here, then you should go see her. It’s better if you go see her than call.”
“You’re right, but I’m not leaving you here alone. Not until we know what the hell’s happening.”
Not the time to argue, she decided. “I’ll go with you. I’ll text Mason so he knows, and go with you.”
Twenty-two
Mason’s impression of Sunrise Cove jibed with Naomi’s. It had charm, and its situation on the water added considerable appeal. He’d have enjoyed a few days downtime there, maybe renting some Jet-Skis, or that kayak his sister seemed so keen on.
He couldn’t see making it his base, as Naomi was. He liked the city, where anything and everything could and did happen. He needed a quick pace, one that kept up with his own.
But then she preferred the quiet, prized her solitude. He needed movement, conversation, needed to be part of a team. Work drove them bothhers in art and imagery, capturing moments and making them speak. His in behavior, in rules, in an endless quest to find out why.
Compensations, he knew very well, for both of them, constantly on some level trying to weigh the scale against what they’d come from.
She tried, often too hard in his opinion, to erase it, to shove it away. And he couldn’t stop studying it, aiming his life toward the pursuit of those, like his father, who lived to destroy, and found their only real pleasure in that destruction.
He didn’t know what to think about Xander Keaton or Naomi’s relationship with him. Yet. He’d study that as well.
The fact she’d told Keaton about Bowes indicated she’d formed a serious and he wanted to believe healthy attachmentsomething she’d avoided and denied herself all her life outside of their tight little family.