dealerships, one in Lynnwood and the other down in Burien."
"And he lives on Mercer Island?" I asked, turning once more to Candace Wynn. "How did the daughter of someone like that fit in on Mercer Island?"
"Bambi landed in the in-crowd and stayed there. She never had any problem."
The picture Joanna Ridley had handed me passed through my mind. Bambi Barker had problems, all right, I thought to myself. Lots of them. They just didn't show. "When did you find out Bambi was being transferred?" I asked.
"She was at school Friday morning. I saw her. Then, right about noon, her father came to pick her up. I didn't see it, but I understand there was quite a scene in the office. Yesterday, her mother officially checked her out of school. You know, got the withdrawal forms signed, turned in her books, cleaned out her lockers, that kind of thing."
"Did you talk to her, the mother?"
Andi nodded. "Briefly. Tried to anyway. I tried to explain how tough it would be for Bambi to change schools this close to graduation, but she said it was too late, that they had taken Bambi down to Portland over the weekend."
"And this school…" Peters paused and consulted his notes. "St. Agnes of the Hills, you said. Where is it?"
"Somewhere in Beaverton, I guess." Andi paused, thoughtfully. "I still don't understand. What exactly does all this have to do with Darwin? I thought he was the main reason you wanted to talk to me."
I took the plunge. Peters would have walked around it all day. "Did you ever hear any rumors about Bambi Barker and Darwin Ridley?" It was the most delicate way I could think of to phrase a most indelicate question.
For a moment or two Andi Wynn looked at me as though she didn't quite grasp what I was saying. "Rumors?" she asked. "What kind of rumors?"
Peters cleared his throat. "We've been informed by a reliable source that there's a possibility that Bambi and Darwin Ridley were having an affair."
Shock waves registered on Andi's face. "That's a lie!"
"It's not a lie, unfortunately," I said. "We've seen proof. We just didn't know who the girl was. Now we do."
Candace Wynn drew herself up sharply and looked me right in the eye. "You don't expect me to believe that, do you? Darwin Ridley was a fine man. His memory deserves to be treated with respect."
"Andi, it's not a matter of disrespect…" I began, but she didn't wait long enough to hear me out. Instead, Candace Wynn angrily shoved her chair back from the table, rattling the silverware and glasses on the table next to us. She bounded to her feet.
"I won't listen to this! Not a word of it!" With that, she turned on her heel and stamped out of the restaurant.
"Nice going, Beau," Peters said. "What do you do for an encore?"
I watched Candace Wynn storm across the street and out of sight behind a wall of buildings. I shrugged. "After all, she's the cheer-leading advisor. If she'd been doing her job right, maybe she would have noticed something funny was going on."
Peters leaped to Candace Wynn's defense. "You expect her to be psychic? Ridley wasn't exactly advertising the fact that he was screwing around. His wife didn't know about it. The girl's parents apparently didn't know. Why should a teacher? From the sound of it, she's got her hands full with a dying mother."
I have to confess, I didn't have a pat answer for that question. Why should Candace Wynn have known? I said nothing, and my mind went wandering down another track.
"What else do you know about this what's-his-name, Wheeler-Dealer? Would he really mail a copy of that picture to Joanna? A picture of his own daughter? I'm a father. It doesn't sound to me like something a father would do, not even a shitty father."
Peters agreed and offered an alternate suggestion. "Maybe somebody else sent pictures to both of them."
I gave that idea some thought. It seemed somewhat more plausible. "But who?" I asked.
Peters shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. What now?"
"We'd better drag our butts down to
"And he lives on Mercer Island?" I asked, turning once more to Candace Wynn. "How did the daughter of someone like that fit in on Mercer Island?"
"Bambi landed in the in-crowd and stayed there. She never had any problem."
The picture Joanna Ridley had handed me passed through my mind. Bambi Barker had problems, all right, I thought to myself. Lots of them. They just didn't show. "When did you find out Bambi was being transferred?" I asked.
"She was at school Friday morning. I saw her. Then, right about noon, her father came to pick her up. I didn't see it, but I understand there was quite a scene in the office. Yesterday, her mother officially checked her out of school. You know, got the withdrawal forms signed, turned in her books, cleaned out her lockers, that kind of thing."
"Did you talk to her, the mother?"
Andi nodded. "Briefly. Tried to anyway. I tried to explain how tough it would be for Bambi to change schools this close to graduation, but she said it was too late, that they had taken Bambi down to Portland over the weekend."
"And this school…" Peters paused and consulted his notes. "St. Agnes of the Hills, you said. Where is it?"
"Somewhere in Beaverton, I guess." Andi paused, thoughtfully. "I still don't understand. What exactly does all this have to do with Darwin? I thought he was the main reason you wanted to talk to me."
I took the plunge. Peters would have walked around it all day. "Did you ever hear any rumors about Bambi Barker and Darwin Ridley?" It was the most delicate way I could think of to phrase a most indelicate question.
For a moment or two Andi Wynn looked at me as though she didn't quite grasp what I was saying. "Rumors?" she asked. "What kind of rumors?"
Peters cleared his throat. "We've been informed by a reliable source that there's a possibility that Bambi and Darwin Ridley were having an affair."
Shock waves registered on Andi's face. "That's a lie!"
"It's not a lie, unfortunately," I said. "We've seen proof. We just didn't know who the girl was. Now we do."
Candace Wynn drew herself up sharply and looked me right in the eye. "You don't expect me to believe that, do you? Darwin Ridley was a fine man. His memory deserves to be treated with respect."
"Andi, it's not a matter of disrespect…" I began, but she didn't wait long enough to hear me out. Instead, Candace Wynn angrily shoved her chair back from the table, rattling the silverware and glasses on the table next to us. She bounded to her feet.
"I won't listen to this! Not a word of it!" With that, she turned on her heel and stamped out of the restaurant.
"Nice going, Beau," Peters said. "What do you do for an encore?"
I watched Candace Wynn storm across the street and out of sight behind a wall of buildings. I shrugged. "After all, she's the cheer-leading advisor. If she'd been doing her job right, maybe she would have noticed something funny was going on."
Peters leaped to Candace Wynn's defense. "You expect her to be psychic? Ridley wasn't exactly advertising the fact that he was screwing around. His wife didn't know about it. The girl's parents apparently didn't know. Why should a teacher? From the sound of it, she's got her hands full with a dying mother."
I have to confess, I didn't have a pat answer for that question. Why should Candace Wynn have known? I said nothing, and my mind went wandering down another track.
"What else do you know about this what's-his-name, Wheeler-Dealer? Would he really mail a copy of that picture to Joanna? A picture of his own daughter? I'm a father. It doesn't sound to me like something a father would do, not even a shitty father."
Peters agreed and offered an alternate suggestion. "Maybe somebody else sent pictures to both of them."
I gave that idea some thought. It seemed somewhat more plausible. "But who?" I asked.
Peters shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. What now?"
"We'd better drag our butts down to
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