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Drop Shot (Myron Bolitar #2) Page 16
Author: Harlan Coben

“I’m trying to put some loose ends together.”

She studied his face for a moment. “You’re trying to find my daughter’s killer, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“May I ask why?”

“There are several reasons.”

“I’ll accept one.”

“Valerie tried to reach me before the murder,” Myron said. “She called my office three times.”

“That hardly makes you responsible.”

Myron said nothing.

Helen Van Slyke took a deep breath. “And you think her murder has something to do with her breakdown?”

“I don’t know.”

“The police feel quite certain the killer is a man who stalked Valerie.”

“What do you think?”

She stayed perfectly still. “I don’t know. Roger Quincy seemed harmless enough. But I guess they all seem harmless until something like this happens. He used to write her love letters all the time. They were sort of sweet, in a kooky kind of way.”

“Do you still have them?”

“I just gave them to the police.”

“Do you remember what they said?”

“They vacillated between almost normal courting words and outright obsession. Sometimes he would simply ask her on a date. Other times he would write about eternal love and how they were destined to be together forever.”

“How did Valerie react?”

“Sometimes it scared her. Sometimes it amused her. But mostly she ignored it. We all did. No one took it too seriously.”

“What about Pavel? Was he concerned?”

“Not overly.”

“Did he hire a bodyguard for Valerie?”

“No. He was dead set against the idea. He thought a bodyguard might spook her.”

Myron paused. Valerie hadn’t needed a bodyguard against a stalker, yet Pavel needs one against pestering parents and autograph hounds. It made one wonder. “I’d like to talk about Valerie’s breakdown, if that’s all right.”

Helen Van Slyke stiffened slightly. “I think it’s best to leave that alone, Mr. Bolitar.”

“Why?”

“It was painful. You have no idea how painful. My daughter had a mental collapse, Mr. Bolitar. She was only eighteen years old. Beautiful. Talented. A professional athlete. Successful by any rational measure. And she had a breakdown. It was stressful on all of us. We tried our best to help her get well, to keep it from getting in the papers and becoming public. We tried our best to keep it under wraps.”

She stopped then and closed her eyes.

“Mrs. Van Slyke.”

“I’m fine,” she said.

Silence.

“You were saying how you tried to keep it under wraps,” Myron prompted.

The eyes reopened. She smiled and sort of smoothed her skirt. “Yes, well, I didn’t want this episode ruining her life. You know how people talk. For the rest of her life people would point and whisper. I didn’t want that. And yes, I was embarrassed too. I was younger, Mr. Bolitar. I was afraid of how her breakdown would reflect on the Brentman family name.”

“Brentman?”

“My maiden name. This estate is known as Brentman Hall. My first husband was named Simpson. A mistake. A social climber. Kenneth is my second husband. I know tongues wag about our age differences, but the Van Slykes are an old family. His great-great-grandfather and my great-grandfather were partners.”

Good reason to get married. “How long have you and Kenneth been married?”

“Six years last April.”

“I see. So you got married around the same time Valerie was hospitalized.”

Her eyes narrowed and her words came slower now. “What exactly are you implying, Mr. Bolitar?”

“Nothing,” Myron said. “I wasn’t implying anything. Really.” Well, maybe a little. “Tell me about Alexander Cross.”

She stiffened again, almost like a spasm. “What about him?” She sounded annoyed now.

“He and Valerie were serious?”

“Mr. Bolitar”—impatience creeping in—“Windsor Lockwood is an old family friend. He is the reason I agreed to see you. You earlier portrayed yourself as a man concerned with finding my daughter’s killer.”

“I am.”

“Then please tell me what Alexander Cross or Valerie’s breakdown or my own marriage has to do with your task?”

“I am making an assumption, Mrs. Van Slyke. I am assuming that this was not a random killing, that the person who shot your daughter was not a stranger. That means I have to know about her life. All of it. I don’t ask these questions to amuse myself. I need to know who would have feared Valerie or hated her or had a lot to gain by her death. That means digging into all the unpleasantries of her life.”

She held his gaze a beat too long and then looked away. “Just what do you know about my daughter, Mr. Bolitar?”

“The basics,” Myron said. “Valerie became tennis’s next wunderkind at the French Open when she was only sixteen. Expectations ran wild, but her play quickly leveled off. Then it grew worse. She was stalked by an obsessive fan named Roger Quincy. She had a relationship with the son of a prominent politician, who was later murdered. Then she had a mental collapse. Now I need to fill in—and illuminate—more pieces of this puzzle.”

“It’s very difficult to talk about all this.”

“I understand that,” Myron said gently. He opted now for the Alan Alda smile over the Phil Donahue. More teeth, moister eyes.

“There’s nothing more I can tell you, Mr. Bolitar. I don’t know why anyone would want to kill her.”

“Perhaps you can tell me about the last few months,” Myron said. “How was Valerie feeling? Did anything unusual happen?”

Helen fiddled with her strand of pearls, twisting them around her fingers until they made a red mark around her neck. “She finally started getting better,” she said, her voice more of a choke now. “I think tennis helped. For years she wouldn’t touch a racket. Then she started playing. A little at first. Just for fun.”

The facade collapsed then. Helen Van Slyke lost it. The tears came hard. Myron took her hand. Her grip was both strong and shaky.

“I’m sorry,” Myron said.

She shook her head, forcing the words out. “Valerie started playing every day. It made her stronger. Physically, emotionally. She finally seemed to be putting it all behind her. And then …” She stopped again, her eyes suddenly flat. “That bastard.”

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