“They found some things that implicate me in Allen's death. A letter that Shae had gotten from Allen after he died. It says that I'd helped him lie to the insurance company so he could get a big insurance policy. Then they got onto Allen's laptop, and there was an email from me to him that made it sound like I encouraged him to get the policy. The same policy that helped me get the clinic up and running. And then they found medical records that show Allen was perfectly healthy.” Jasper made a frustrated sound. “I told them that none of those were real, but no one believes me.” He gestured towards me. “Not even her.”
“I believe you,” she said. She reached out and put her hand on Jasper's knee. “You were always such a good friend to Mr. Lockwood. I'm sure the police will realize that you never would have hurt him.”
“That's the thing.” Jasper didn't push her hand away. “The letter named the disease that Allen had, and the healthy medical records either prove that I lied to the insurance company or that I lied to Allen. Either way, I'm screwed. The email just makes it that much worse.”
“What do you need me to do?” Georgia asked. “I can tell the cops that Mr. Lockwood had Creutzfeldt-Jakob and that I heard you tell him that.”
“But that just proves I lied to the insurance company.”
“Not if you have Mr. Lockwood's real results,” she countered. “I know where they are. I'll tell the police that the ones they have are old, or that I accidentally misfiled the new ones.”
“Thank you, Georgia.” Jasper smiled at her. “But the letter and the email both say that I knew Allen was sick and that I'd encouraged him to get the million dollar insurance policy. The real records will only support the cops' claims that I wanted Allen's money.”
“Just tell them you didn't write the email or the letter.”
I could see her body tensing with anxiety. This was what we'd wanted. To get her to admit what she'd done and why she'd done it.
“I told them that, but they have all this evidence that I did it. The fact that the letter names the disease when only a couple of people knew about it. The email was from my email address.” He turned so that his back was to me. “They're going to arrest me, and I'm going to go to jail for something I didn't do.”
“No you won't.” She was clearly focused all on him. “I'll tell them that I did it.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I can't let you lie for me. It wouldn't be right.”
“But it's not a lie,” she said earnestly, her fingers clutching his knee now. “I wrote and sent that letter. I paid Allyson Neely fifty dollars to post-date it and say that it had gotten lost in the mail.”
“Why would you do that?” Jasper asked. “It got me in a lot of trouble.”
She sighed and dropped her face in her hands. “I'm so sorry,” she said. “That wasn't what I meant to happen. I'd heard you and Mr. Lockwood talking about him being sick and what you did to help him. When he died, I didn't want you to get in trouble, so I hid his real records.”
“But you wrote a letter to Shae telling her what I did.”
Georgia's cheeks flushed red. “I wanted her to get mad at you.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “She doesn't deserve you.”
My nails bit into my palms, but I forced myself to stay still and quiet. She'd all but forgotten I was there. We needed her to keep talking.
“And I knew if I put in the letter what you'd done, she'd be upset, but she wouldn't go to the cops because she'd lose the insurance money if it came out that Mr. Lockwood had committed suicide.”
“The cops aren't going to believe that you wrote that letter,” Jasper said, pressing for more information. “They'll say you're just trying to protect me because I'm your boss.”
“I can show them the original. It's still on my computer,” she said. “I can't get arrested for writing a letter.”
“They still have my email.”
She shook her head. “I wrote it.”
“How?” Jasper's voice was gentle rather than accusatory.
“You use the same password for your work email as you do for your personal one.” She looked pleased with herself. “I just accessed your personal account, sent the email and then deleted it from your sent messages.”
“But it was sent before Allen died.”
She smiled. “No, it wasn't. When you didn't leave
her
, I knew I had to make you see that she didn't trust you. I called my nephew in Montana. He knows a lot about computers, and he told me how to make the date on the email different.”
We had her. Everything that the police had to 'prove' that Jasper and I had conspired to kill Allen, she'd confessed to. The only thing the cops could arrest Jasper for was what had happened with the insurance company, but we'd worry about that later. Jasper had said he was willing to take his punishment for what he'd actually done. It was more important that neither of us were being charged with murder.
“Now I see how it all went wrong,” Georgia said. “But I can fix it.” She stood suddenly and smiled brightly at both me and Jasper. “I'm going to go get us some tea.”
She left before either of us could refuse.
“Let's go,” I said quietly. “We have everything we need.”
“We don't want to make her suspicious,” Jasper said, his voice low. “We'll drink the tea and then tell her we need to go.”
I nodded in agreement, trying to still the butterflies in my stomach. For some reason, my gut had decided that now was the time to be nervous. I didn't get it. We'd gotten a confession, and now all we had to do was drink some tea and get out of here.
A few minutes passed and Georgia came back in with a tea tray. She set it on the table and handed me the cup that already had tea in it.
“Here.”
My stomach twisted and churned, threatening rebellion if I tried to put anything in it.
“That's okay,” I said politely. “My stomach's a bit upset. Thank you anyway. We really do need to get going.”
Georgia's smile tightened and she reached behind her, pulling out a small, but very real, gun. “Drink the tea, Mrs. Lockwood. Or things are going to get very unpleasant.”
Chapter 22
When Jasper and I had decided to confront Georgia about forging the letter and email, I thought it might be possible for her to get upset and perhaps start screaming and yelling. Maybe she'd throw something or try to slap one of us. Scratch us with the claw-like fake fingernails she was sporting.
Nowhere in any of that had I thought she'd use a gun to force me into drinking a cup of tea. And I seriously doubted she was the kind of crazy who wanted me to drink the tea because we were all going to be such good friends.
“What's in it?” I asked, silently congratulating myself for not freaking out. On the outside at least.
Georgia's smile was decidedly unpleasant. “Try it and find out.”
“Georgia.” Jasper made his voice as soothing as possible, but I could feel the tension radiating off of him. “You don't need to do this.”
“Oh, I think I do,” she said. “It doesn't matter what I do, she's always there. Between us. So she has to go away. It's the only way we can be together.”
“If you hurt her, Georgia, I'll never be with you,” he warned.
“Yes, you will.” She looked back at me. “Now drink. Or I'll shoot him.” She slid her gun over to point at Jasper.
I didn't think she'd do it, but I wasn't willing to take that chance. Not with him.
“Don't do it, Shae.” Jasper didn't take his eyes off of the gun. “She won't shoot me.”
“I will,” she countered. “I'll shoot you in the leg, and then I'll shoot her. And don't even think about throwing it out. I'll shoot you for that too.”
“It'll be okay,” I said quietly. “I love you, Jas.”
I raised the cup, but before it reached my mouth, Jasper grabbed it. I started to reach for it, but he was already tipping it back, draining every last drop.
Georgia screamed, but I barely registered it. I only cared about one thing. I grabbed Jasper's shoulders.
“What were you thinking?!”
“I love you too. Always.”
He gave me a smile that turned into a grimace. Georgia was still screaming as his eyes rolled back and he slumped against the couch. For one terrifying moment, I was too panicked to do anything. Then I heard Georgia yell his name, and it snapped me back to reality.
I dug into my pocket and dialed 911. I gave the operator the address as I stood and grabbed Georgia's arm. I shook her hard, but she didn't stop screaming. My hand came across her face with a crack hard enough to hurt my palm.
“What did you give him?” I asked. “Georgia! What was in that cup?”
She stared at me with wide, wild eyes, and I knew, at that moment, that Jasper was going to die.
***
The cops had needed to sedate Georgia before they could drag her away from Jasper, and it was a good thing they had because I'd seriously been considering grabbing her gun and shooting her with it, if only to make her shut up. She was screaming and babbling about how she'd never meant to hurt him, and how much she loved him. The only thing that had kept me from getting myself arrested for homicide had been the pulse I'd still been able to feel under my fingers.
Detectives Reed and Rheingard had heard the call go out and had arrived just as Jasper was being loaded into the ambulance. When they'd told me that I had to answer questions before I'd be allowed to go with him, I'd flipped them both off as I'd followed Jasper into the ambulance. Probably not the most mature move on my part, but I'd had enough.
They'd been pissed when they'd arrived at the hospital, but I hadn't cared. I'd ignored their questions as I'd paced in front of the doors to the room where they'd taken Jasper. Then the doctor came out with news.
Georgia was fucking crazy, but she was completely inept when it came to poison.
They'd pumped Jasper's stomach, and wanted to keep him overnight for observation, but he was going to be okay. No lasting damage.
My legs gave out and, surprisingly, Detective Rheingard caught me, leading me over to a chair.
“All right, Mrs. Lockwood,” Detective Rheingard crouched down in front of me. “What the hell happened?”
I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out a small recorder. “It's all there.” I looked up at the doctor. “Can I see him?”
“Mrs. Lockwood...” Detective Reed started to protest.
“Are you and Mr. Whitehall willing to come down to the station on Monday and give us a formal statement to go along with what we have here?” Detective Rheingard cut off his partner.
“We'll be there,” I promised.
Rheingard's expression softened. “Then go.”
The doctor led me into the room where Jasper was laying. He was still unconscious, but that didn't matter. He was alive, and he was going to be okay. That's all I cared about. Everything else was superfluous.
He didn't wake up until he'd already been moved into a private room and it was just the two of us. Only when I saw his eyes open and meet mine did the hand squeezing my heart start to ease.
“What happened?”
His voice was hoarse, and I reached over for the water the nurse had left for him. I held it up and he sipped at it, making a face as he swallowed.
“Short version,” I said. “You got your stomach pumped because you're an idiot.”
He smiled at me as he reached up and brushed his fingers across my cheek. “But you're okay.”
“Yes, I'm okay.” My voice caught and tears ran down my face. “You idiot! You could've died!”
He took my hand, lacing his fingers between mine. “Better me than you.” His tone was only half-teasing.
“Don't ever scare me like that again.” I wanted to smack him, but instead, I raised our hands and kissed the back of his. “Seriously, Jas, I thought I was going to lose you too.”
He squeezed my hand. “Not a chance. I'm not going anywhere.” He moved over towards the edge of his bed. “Come here.”
I gave him a look that was supposed to clearly say that I thought he was out of his mind, but he just smiled and tugged on my hand. I knew the doctors would probably have a fit, but I didn't care. I crawled up onto the bed and let him tuck me against his side.
“Now,” he said. “Tell me everything that happened after I passed out, starting with whether or not you kicked Georgia's ass.”
Chapter 23
They kept Jasper overnight for observation and I stayed with him. The nurses and doctors seemed to find my refusal to leave Jasper's side endearing, and didn't scold me whenever they came into the room and found me in bed with him.
He was released the next morning and we took a cab back to the vineyard. I'd called Mitchell from the hospital and he'd gone to Georgia's to get Jasper's car, so it was waiting in the driveway when we got home. Mitchell had also left us soup from our favorite restaurant, and a note telling me that he wanted Jasper and me to meet his girlfriend whenever Jasper was feeling up to it. After all, his note said, we were his family. Apparently Jasper's willingness to drink poison for me had gotten rid of any doubts Mitchell'd had about him.
We spent the day on the couch eating soup and ice cream, and whatever else would settle on Jasper's still tender stomach. I'd told him that we'd have to go into the police station on Monday to talk to the detectives about what was on the recorder, and we both knew that most likely meant Jasper would be getting into trouble for the insurance thing, but we didn't talk about it. We simply let ourselves enjoy the fact that we were both alive and everything about Allen's death was finally going to be put to rest.