Treacherous Secrets novel Chapter 28

She sipped her margarita as she watched the parade of famous people who were in Louisville partying. There was a point when they scanned the crowd, and she saw Damon and Frank Chase standing together. That's interesting, Emily thought to herself.

The picture had gone by so fast and she tried to remember if she saw Carol or Frank's wife in the flash, but she would have sworn they were surrounded by men. They showed the replay one more time. Emily moved into the living room and watched the screen intently.

"What's wrong?" Sonja asked.

"I would swear I saw Damon and Frank Chase. There!" she said pointing to the screen."Sure enough," Mario said.

"What the hell?" Kim said. "Is he not going to Kenton's funeral? I thought they were best friends besides being lovers?" She looked at Emily. "Sorry."

"No, you're right," Emily said. She picked up her cell phone and called Damon's number. "Straight to voicemail," she said through gritted teeth. She pulled up Carol's number and called it. "Carol, it's Emily."

Kim could hear Carol crying from where she sat. Emily held out the phone from her ear. "Carol," she called into the phone. "Stop crying."

"I'm so sorry," Carol said. She calmed down but was still sobbing and hiccupping.

Emily ignored her apology and said, "I just saw Damon with Frank Chase on television in Louisville. Is he not coming to Kenton's funeral?"

"He said he'd be back Sunday in enough time for the funeral," Carol said. "I can't believe he's just going about life like nothing happened."

"Me either," Emily said. "The viewing starts at one tomorrow."

"I know. I'll be there."

Emily nodded. "We'll talk then." She clicked the phone off, gritting her teeth. "What the fuck is up with that?"

Sonja and Fernando both looked at her.

"Sorry about the language," she said. "But, I don't get it. Your best friend was just murdered right down the street from where you live. And, you were supposed to be lovers, but you are out partying with your boss's son."

"Maybe the son is one of his lovers too," Kim suggested.

"No way," Emily said. "Walter Chase would have Frank skinned alive."

Kim pulled out her Blackberry and got online and searched for the more publicized events at the Derby Festival that might actually draw Walter Chase's son.

Emily's phone buzzed with a text. She read the message from Carol. "Carol says that Damon and Frank are there to run in Saturday's marathon." She sent a message back saying, "Thanks."

"There are also two golf tournaments going on this weekend," Kim said as she scrolled through the information on the Internet.

"I'll bet Walter is there too, then. He plays in almost all the Pro-Am tournaments offered around the country," Emily said and took another drink from her margarita.

Kim didn't say it, but she thought that Damon and this Frank person looked awfully cozy together. They were standing closer than most men would to a friend. She wondered if Frank might be the third party in Kenton's love mess. Whoever Junior was, he needed to be revealed for the police to have a complete investigation. She would call Janice Carter later about it.

"How are you?" her mother asked.

"I'm fine. I'm at the Rodriquez's house having dinner."

"Your dad and I were going to see if you wanted to have dinner with us tomorrow night?" her mother said.

"I've already got plans for tomorrow night, how about Sunday, after the funeral?" Emily answered.

"That will be great. Are you going to try to stay at the house after the funeral?"

"I'm going to start tomorrow night. I've got some friends who are going to stay with me."

"Okay, Sweetie," her mother said. "I'll talk to you at the funeral home tomorrow.

"Okay, Mom. Love you."

"Love you, too," her mother said and hung up.

"You know, back to your question about who killed Kenton. I really have no idea. Depending on whom he's been sleeping with, it could be anyone one. I know they are looking at everyone's jewelry so I'm assuming they must have found some kind of imprints on Kenton's body. But, if I wanted him dead, I wouldn't have just hit him, let him fall in the pool and watched him drown. I would have been too mad for that. I would have hit him with something hard enough to kill him to start with," Emily said reflectively.

"So, do you think who ever did it, didn't intend to kill him but panicked when Kenton fell in the pool?" Mario asked.