Honor nodded.
"If she tries to contact you, you must inform me immediately. Not the police. Me."
"Yes, Jack."
He started up the stairs. Honor called after him. "Jack? Why do you think she did it?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean why did she escape? She must have known the danger she was putting herself in. Not to mention blowing any chance of an appeal. It just seems so...reckless. So out of character."
Jack Warner shrugged. "Maybe she's changed. Prison does change people, you know."
So does politics, thought Honor. She looked at herself in the hall mirror and shivered. She did not recognize the person she'd become.
"ESCAPED? GOOD GOD."
Michael Gray had spent the day on his new boat, an anniversary present from Connie. He didn't hear the news till they sat down to dinner that evening.
"I know. I wouldn't have thought she had it in her. Stowed away in a delivery truck, if you can believe that. So much for 'maximum security.'"
Michael looked pained. "Do you think we should...I don't know, try to help her in some way?"
Connie's eyes widened. "Help her? Whatever do you mean? How can we possibly help her? More to the point, why should we help her, after what she's done?"
Michael Gray loved his wife, and deferred to her opinions about her own sister. But he'd never felt comfortable about the collective washing of hands and turning of backs that had followed Grace's trial. It hadn't felt right at the time. Now, somehow, it felt less right than ever.
So much had changed since that fateful trip to Nantucket a year and a half ago. Back then, Lenny and Grace had had everything - a perfect marriage, a fortune - and he and Connie had had nothing. Michael Gray had not forgotten the darkness of those days. Losing his job at Lehman was like losing a parent. Lehman Brothers had been much more than an employer. It had given Michael his identity, his self-worth. When the company failed, it felt like a death. But Michael had had no time to mourn. He'd been plunged into one crisis after another, watching his savings disappear, then the house. Worst of all was the distance that began to grow between him and Connie. Michael Gray felt he could have borne anything with his wife's support. But with each blow, Connie withdrew from him further. Even the way she looked at him in those days, so disappointed, so disgusted, almost as if what had happened were his fault, as if she blamed him for their suffering...the memory could still cause him to break out in a cold sweat.
All that was only eighteen months ago, yet it felt like another lifetime. Since then, they'd lived through Quorum's collapse, Lenny's death, Grace's arrest, the trial...and now this. It was surreal. As Grace's fortunes had declined, so some invisible string seemed to pull Michael and Connie's lives upward, out of the mire and back into the warmth of the sun. Michael got a job with a boutique advisory firm. The salary wasn't great but he had equity. More important, he had a reason to get out of bed in the mornings again. You couldn't put a price on that. Connie became less distant and more loving. The disappointment was gone. In its place was the old familiar look of love, that unique combination of trust, lust and respect that made Michael feel he could move mountains. He loved her so much.
She's my strength and my weakness. I'd die for her and I'd kill for her. And she knows it.
But the best was yet to come. A few months after Grace began her sentence at Bedford Hills, Connie was called to a meeting by her attorney. Apparently some distant, elderly relative had left her something in her will. Michael was expecting a few shares, or perhaps a piece of jewelry.
In fact, his wife had been left $15 million.
That night she made love to him with a passion Michael hadn't known in her since before they married. He made a joke. "I guess being a woman of means suits you, honey."
Connie beamed. "I guess it does. Let's buy a new house, Mike. This place holds too many painful memories."
"Hey, come on. It holds some good memories, too, doesn't it? This is where the kids were born. Do you really want to leave?"
Connie didn't hesitate. "Yes. I want a new start. For all of us. No looking back."
They sold the house.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'D SERIOUSLY WANT to help Grace? Where did that spring from?"
They were in the formal sitting room of their new town house. Connie had gone all out for their first Christmas, decorating the entire house in silver and white. A traditionalist, she refused to take down any of the decorations till Twelfth Night. Michael felt like he was coming home to Santa's grotto.
"I don't know. Nowhere specific. We have so much, that's all."
"And Grace doesn't?" Connie laughed bitterly. Whenever the conversation turned to Grace or Lenny, her anger seemed to reemerge, like a caged demon unleashed. "That Quorum money is out there somewhere, Mike. The FBI is convinced little Gracie knows where it is. Who are we to say different?"
Mike wanted to say, Her family, but he didn't. He was too afraid.
Connie saw the fear in his eyes and felt her own fear subside.
Good. He's not going to force the issue. He loves me too much.
Connie was puzzled by her sister's escape. The Grace she knew would never have had the chutzpah to plan anything so daring, never mind see it through and outfox the police. Deep down Connie knew that Grace had had nothing to do with stealing the Quorum billions.
It's not the money she's after. It's something else.
The truth, perhaps?
Mike still had no idea about Connie's affair with Lenny Brookstein. Nor had he questioned her mysterious inheritance. He's so trusting. Just like Grace. Connie wanted it to stay that way.
Wrapping her arms around Michael's neck, she whispered, "I want us to be happy, darling. To put the past behind us. Don't you?"