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The Gate House :: Demille Nelson
Страница: 444 из 490Sutter and I may be in the news today.”
“Yes? Nice.”
“Well…” I let her know, “Maybe not so nice. Okay, we’ll be gone until… sometime in July. Maybe longer.” Then we’ll be cleaning the toilets ourselves. “You have the key, so please stop by once a week to check the house.”
“Okay. You have nice trip. Where you go?”
“A romantic month in Warsaw. Can we pick up anything for you?”
“Yes. I give you food list. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.”
She hesitated, then said to me, “Mrs. Sutter so happy now.”
“Thank you.”
“Mother and father not happy.”
What was your first clue? I said to Sophie, “They’re going home today.”
“Yes? Good.” She turned and went back to whatever she’d been doing.
So, to expand on what I was saying to Sophie about our names in the newspapers, I was fairly certain that some of the interesting background of this murder, which hadn’t been covered in Jenny’s slapdash instant-TV reporting, would come out in the tabloids over the next few days. Specifically, there would be more on Frank Bellarosa’s murder ten years ago, including the name of his killer (the blueblood society lady, Susan Stanhope Sutter) along with some nice file photos of her. And another interesting fact in that case was that Susan Sutter’s husband, John Sutter – use a good file photo, please – had been the dead don’s lawyer, and the Sutters had lived on the magnificent estate called Stanhope Hall, adjoining the don’s palatial estate, Alhambra. Plus, of course, there would be lots of speculation about Mrs. Sutter’s relationship with her Mafia neighbor. Well, it could have been worse; Susan could have been Frank’s lawyer, and I could have been his lover. That’s how Hollywood would make the movie.
So this was all going to be dug up again, and I was concerned about Edward and Carolyn seeing it. Thanks, Anthony, you asshole. I hoped that we didn’t have to dodge the news media outside the gates as we did last time around. I mean, the story was not about Susan and me, but you never know how these things are going to turn – especially when there’s a rich, handsome couple involved in some way. Maybe Jenny would show up, as she had ten years ago – before we became close – and do a background piece standing in front of the gates with the gatehouse behind her: “Here, behind these iron gates and these forbidding walls, live John and Susan Sutter, who ten years ago were immersed…” Enmeshed? Entangled? Whatever.
“Yes? Nice.”
“Well…” I let her know, “Maybe not so nice. Okay, we’ll be gone until… sometime in July. Maybe longer.” Then we’ll be cleaning the toilets ourselves. “You have the key, so please stop by once a week to check the house.”
“Okay. You have nice trip. Where you go?”
“A romantic month in Warsaw. Can we pick up anything for you?”
“Yes. I give you food list. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.”
She hesitated, then said to me, “Mrs. Sutter so happy now.”
“Thank you.”
“Mother and father not happy.”
What was your first clue? I said to Sophie, “They’re going home today.”
“Yes? Good.” She turned and went back to whatever she’d been doing.
So, to expand on what I was saying to Sophie about our names in the newspapers, I was fairly certain that some of the interesting background of this murder, which hadn’t been covered in Jenny’s slapdash instant-TV reporting, would come out in the tabloids over the next few days. Specifically, there would be more on Frank Bellarosa’s murder ten years ago, including the name of his killer (the blueblood society lady, Susan Stanhope Sutter) along with some nice file photos of her. And another interesting fact in that case was that Susan Sutter’s husband, John Sutter – use a good file photo, please – had been the dead don’s lawyer, and the Sutters had lived on the magnificent estate called Stanhope Hall, adjoining the don’s palatial estate, Alhambra. Plus, of course, there would be lots of speculation about Mrs. Sutter’s relationship with her Mafia neighbor. Well, it could have been worse; Susan could have been Frank’s lawyer, and I could have been his lover. That’s how Hollywood would make the movie.
So this was all going to be dug up again, and I was concerned about Edward and Carolyn seeing it. Thanks, Anthony, you asshole. I hoped that we didn’t have to dodge the news media outside the gates as we did last time around. I mean, the story was not about Susan and me, but you never know how these things are going to turn – especially when there’s a rich, handsome couple involved in some way. Maybe Jenny would show up, as she had ten years ago – before we became close – and do a background piece standing in front of the gates with the gatehouse behind her: “Here, behind these iron gates and these forbidding walls, live John and Susan Sutter, who ten years ago were immersed…” Enmeshed? Entangled? Whatever.