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Ben told him about the ongoing problems for which she was still being treated, and that they had been divorced for several years. He added that there was no going back. The doctor nodded his head in understanding then said that given her previous situation, the lapse could be more complicated and less temporary. Asking about her next of kin he emphasized they should be notified and advised to be present. The doctor extended his hand to Ben, offering to be of help in any way he could. He thanked the nurse then excused himself, citing his need to finish rounds.
Benâs thoughts ran rampant, and he shook his head in frustration. He cared deeply about her recovery, and after all, besides the fact that she had been his wife, she had saved his life. But where did his responsibility end? He wasnât prepared to live a charade for her sake. No one knew how long her break with reality would last. Benâs focus was now on Ana and where their developing relationship might go. Valerie was his past. He decided to put his rumination aside long enough to inform his parents of what they were facing. Valerieâs parents needed to be on the next plane for Spain. When Ben peeked into her room he was glad she was asleep. He returned to Oliviaâs cubicle in the ER, where his parents continued their vigil at her bedside. His Dad was on the phone and his sister was sitting up, her color having returned to normal, her eyes alert to the surroundings. All three turned to look at him as he entered.
âWell, we have more of the unexpected to deal with.â
Olivia was quick to question him. âIs it Valerie? Sheâs still okay, right?â
âPhysically, yesâfor now. Psychologically, no.â
Paris joined the conversation. âWhat in heaven do you mean, psychologically?â
Hugh glanced from one to the other as if waiting for the other shoe to drop, but before Ben could continue, Hughâs phone rang. When he heard the voice on the other end he put his hand up to hush the others. He listened carefully then thanked the caller and rang off.
âThat was my colleague at Interpol about the DNA results on the man killed at the airport. They put a rush on it, but they arenât in yet.â He turned to Paris and said, âBut there is news. You may need to sit down for this one, my darling.â
Paris leaned against the small chest of drawers and said, âI donât know why I would care who it is one way or the other. Iâm just glad the person is dead, and I donât feel guilty for it.â She stiffened and crossed her arms.
âYou may not care, but you will be shocked. It was Lyle Brett, that little prig in the office across from yours.â
She slumped into the closest chair and shook her head in disbelief. âSurely notâŠâ
âThe identification will be confirmed by DNA and dental records, but it will take a few days.â He quickly added, âThe carâs VIN number was still readable. It was a rental and easy to trace. From that point it was a short step to identify who rented it. He wasnât smart enough to use an alias.â
âIf the person who crashed it was actually the one who rented it,â Ben said.
âI have no doubt about that. As soon as his cohorts were arrested in the hangar, one of them gave up Brettâs name âjust minutes before the crash.â
Once Paris had recovered her composure the words began to flow easily. âSeems I wasnât just imagining he was jealous of me⊠and thereâs no doubt he came across as a narcissist. But this?â Paris stopped talking, but the wheels were still turning. Everyone just waited for her to continue. âIt would take a sociopathâa megalomaniacâto believe in the success of such an elaborate planâill conceived as it turned out.â
âConsidering he had an assortment of conspirators and their individual âschemesâ to coordinate in two different countries, he actually came quite close to succeeding. That terrifies me. The girls would have been collateral damage,â Hugh said, beginning to pace back and forth in the small enclosure.
Paris looked into the faces of her loved ones, and her voice quavered as she spoke. âI feel so guilty for making you all a part of this, for creating so much risk in your lives. If Valerie should die, I wonât be able to live with myself.â She broke into tears and Hugh moved to embrace her.
Each in turn made their case about her lack of responsibility for all that
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