A Gambling Man David Baldacci (reading eggs books .TXT) 📖

good stuff in here. My age, height, weight. Medical history. Blood type. Blood pressure.” He blanched. “Not a number I want to really dwell on. But before you go under the knife, they have to know this stuff.”

“What’d you have done?”

“Ulcer surgery.”

“Yeah, Connie mentioned that.”

“O’Donnell cut out some of my gut, so most nights I eat Cream of Wheat and buttermilk.”

“Should you be drinking, then?”

“Hell, Archer, I can only get the goddamn Cream of Wheat down if I do drink.”

“So did you find anything helpful?”

“It’s what I didn’t find that was helpful.”

“Come again?”

“What I didn’t find were the medical files for Sawyer and Eleanor Armstrong, and Beth Kemper. They’re missing.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I’m sure they provided the same sort of information as mine does. So I sat here going over my file to see what sort of information someone wouldn’t want someone else to know. And then I had to take it a step further and see what sort of information someone wouldn’t want someone to know, when they put all three of those files together. See, it’s important to note that they didn’t take one or two of the files. They took all three and they took them for a reason. You see that, right?”

“Yeah, when you lay it out like that, it makes sense. So what did you conclude?”

“I think they took all three because the files had their individual blood types. Sawyer’s, Eleanor’s, and Beth’s. You know about blood types?”

“Sure. They have to know that when they need to give transfusions. Otherwise, it can kill you if they get the blood types mixed up.”

“That’s right. But blood types are important for something besides making transfusions safe.”

“Like what?”

“They can prove whether someone isn’t the parent of a child.”

Archer stiffened but remained quiet and looked at Dash expectantly.

“There was the Charlie Chaplin case back in the early forties. It happened right here in California. Chaplin slept around and one woman said she had a child by him. They did a blood test on the kid and Chaplin and the woman to see if he could be the father. Turns out he wasn’t the dad, though the jury held him liable for other reasons. But the point is if the kid has AB blood and the mother has A blood, the father has to have B or AB blood. If not, he’s out. Now, it can’t say for sure you’re the parent if you have one of the right blood types, you see, but it can rule you out for certain depending on the blood types of the interested parties. Nice thing about science. It is what it is.”

“Who exactly are we talking about here, Willie?” Archer said this although he was pretty sure he knew the answer.

“All three of them—Beth, Eleanor, and Sawyer—were treated by O’Donnell. All three involved surgery, potential blood loss. So all three would have had to have their blood types checked in case they needed a transfusion. Now, Eleanor’s and Sawyer’s operations were a long time ago.”

“But Beth’s was recent,” interjected Archer.

“Right, the last piece of the puzzle. I think it occurred to Armstrong how he was exposed on that and he decided to nip it in the bud, even if O’Donnell hadn’t made the connection. But he couldn’t take a chance, which is why the doc had to die and the records had to be taken.”

“So you’re saying…?”

“I’m saying that Armstrong is not Beth’s biological father.”

“That means Eleanor had an affair?”

“Yes.”

“Any idea who it was?”

Dash took out his pipe and chewed on the end without lighting it. “I know that Beth Kemper just turned thirty-one. It was in the papers. Well, thirty-one years ago I wasn’t in this town. But somebody else was.”

“Who?”

“Andrew Smalls.”

Archer looked startled. “Armstrong’s partner who killed himself.”

“Well, maybe he did and maybe he didn’t.”

“Are you saying he was having an affair with Eleanor?”

“More than that, Archer. I think he’s Beth’s father.”

“But…but that would make her and Benjamin Smalls—”

“—half siblings, yeah.”

Archer scratched his head. “Then this is all about what?”

“Revenge. Cruelty. And maybe something else that’s sicker than both those put together. The point is, anyone gets close to Beth Kemper gets taken away, somehow, some way. Andrew Smalls, Benjamin Smalls.”

“And her husband,” said Archer.

“And her mother,” added Dash.

“Her mother. But she died in—”

“Yeah, a plane crash. A Stearman plane crash, which is the name of the company that bought that island out there. And everyone in town knows Beth was supposed to go up with her mother that day, but she went to a luncheon with her husband instead. And Kemper told us it was Armstrong who made that happen.”

“But why kill Eleanor? Because she cheated on him? He sure as hell waited a long time, unless he just found out two years ago.”

“I think it’s more complicated than that, Archer. Beth loved her mother far more than she loved Armstrong. And maybe he just couldn’t take that anymore. And then, in his warped mind, Eleanor had to pay the ultimate price for cheating on him. But everything was just fine until Beth had her surgery. Now O’Donnell had all of their blood types. And I think it was then that he could see for himself that Armstrong couldn’t be the father. I can envision Armstrong sitting up there surrounded by his olive trees brooding about it. And once he figured the man had that leverage over him, the doc was as good as dead.”

“Why would Armstrong think O’Donnell would even put the three together? And why would Armstrong believe that O’Donnell would use it against him?”

“A good question, and here’s my answer. A man like Armstrong believes that everybody else thinks like him. Meaning if Armstrong had that information on someone he would sure as hell use it against them. So he just assumed that O’Donnell would put the screws to him. He sees the world and everyone in it through his own warped perspective. All of his actions are dictated by what is best for him, nobody else.”

“Okay, let’s say that’s