Remember When by Judith McNaught
“It’s a damn shame we have to meet this way,” Byers announced breathlessly as the heavy-set sixty-year-old trudged up the last step and nearly collapsed onto the sofa, “but I wanted to give you this stuff in person, and it’s a bad idea for us to be seen together.” He reached inside his raincoat and removed a large brown envelope.
Cole took it and handed him a glass with vodka, ice, and a lemon twist—Senator Byers’s drink of preference, he knew.
The senator noted the brand of vodka his host had just served as he glanced around at the luxurious, pale gray leather interior with its chrome-and-brass-trimmed lamps and tables. “You’ve got style and you’ve got taste, Cole,” he said. “Unfortunately,” he added as Cole sat down on the sofa across from him, “you’ve also got yourself a powerful enemy.”
“Who is it?” Cole snapped.
He lifted the glass in a parody of a toast and said, “The junior senator from the Great State of Texas—Douglas J. Hayward. He’s taken a very personal interest in putting you out of business and into the penitentiary.” Without rancor, he added, “That boy has serious presidential aspirations. He’ll probably make it, too. He has the look and the charisma of a young Jack Kennedy.” Belatedly realizing that his audience seemed to be in a state of angry shock, he said, “Did you do something to aggravate him, or is he just out to get you on principle?”
The only possible explanation Cole could think of involved Jessica Hayward and a long-ago night when her husband, Charles, came home unexpectedly; yet it seemed insane that young Hayward would go to all this trouble after more than a decade to defend his mother’s nonexistent honor. “The only reason I can think of is lame as hell,” Cole replied curtly.
“That’s not likely to concern him,” Sam said dryly. “Every presidential hopeful needs a cause, a dragon he can slay for the public good. That’s what gets them publicity, and publicity is what gets them elected. Reagan had the Ayatollah, Kennedy had Hoffa—you get my meaning?”
“I get the meaning, but I don’t like the analogies,” Cole said icily.
“Hear me out before you act on your impulse to beat the shit out of me,” Sam said with a chuckle. “I was about to say that when high-reaching politicians can’t find a legitimate public enemy to slay, they frequently create their own. For some reason, Senator Hayward has singled you out for that honor.”
He paused to sip his drink; then he continued, “Cushman’s board of directors is right behind Senator Hayward, urging him on in this quest for ‘justice,’ and they have some political allies of their own on the team. Between them, they’ve managed to convince the New York Stock Exchange, the SEC, and themselves that you started those nasty rumors that their microprocessor was faulty so that the value of their stock would drop and you could buy their company for half its worth. You already know most of that. Here’s the part you don’t know: The Cushman people are going to file a class-action lawsuit. In addition to a few hundred million dollars in damages, Cushman wants the court to grant them the rights to all profits Unified makes on the processor when it’s marketed—and—they are also demanding that you hand over all future profits resulting from any other device, design, or formula of theirs that you may eventually use. My sources tell me that Cushman is particularly emphatic about the last part of that.”
He took another sip of his drink and studied Cole’s unreadable expression; then he shrugged. “I thought that was a little odd, but then I’m just a country boy. But even a country boy like me can figure out the obvious—If you are found guilty of any of the criminal charges in federal court, then Cushman’s class-action suit is as good as won in circuit court.”
“What’s in the envelope?” Cole said, his mind on solutions and countermeasures.
“Nothing that will enable you to neutralize him, if that’s what you’re hoping, but it will give you an idea of where you stand. William C. Gonnelli, the administrative judge for the SEC who’s going to hear your case, is already so sure you’re guilty of something that he’s helping the federal prosecutor decide whether the next step should be to haul you up before the grand jury and get an indictment, or take the short route and ask the judge for a warrant for your arrest. There’s a copy of an SEC subpoena in there. Your lawyer will be served with it the day after tomorrow. Naturally, it will be leaked to the press. They’ll be waving microphones in your face when you walk out your front door from that day on, I’m afraid.”
Cole hadn’t expected this much information or cooperation from Byers, and he was strangely touched that he’d gone to as much effort as he had—particularly because it appeared unlikely that Cole would be sponsoring any more fund-raisers for anyone.
As if he knew what Cole was thinking, the politician stood up and shook Cole’s hand. “I liked you when I met you, Cole, and I liked you better later.” With a grin, he said, “Nobody’s ever laid a check for three hundred thousand dollars in my hand and told me to my face that they’d have handed it to a gorilla if he were the Republican candidate.”
“I apologize for that, Senator,” Cole said formally, and he meant it. “And I also appreciate your help.”
“I thought your blunt honesty was refreshing. I’m not used to it.” He turned and squeezed between the sofas, then stopped again in the open doorway of the plane and pulled the collar of his raincoat up. “I also think you’re innocent. Unfortunately,” he finished, “I won’t be able to talk to you anymore after this. You understand, don’t you?”
“Perfectly,” Cole said unemotionally.
He didn’t feel unemotional, however. As he looked at the subpoena with his name on it, he felt a rage that was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. He wasn’t afraid of subpoenas or trials or groundless accusations or the damage to his good name. The problem was that in two days, his name was going to be synonymous with fraud.
And by association, so would Diana’s.
A laugh welled up inside of Cole, then turned to anguish. Diana had married him to save her pride and dignity. Now he was going to destroy all that, along with her reputation, in a way that Penworth never could have.
Last week, Diana loved him and believed in him.
Next week, she was going to despise him.
Cole leaned his head against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes, trying to think of a way to keep her safe . . . of a way to keep her at all. When he couldn’t think of any, the unfamiliar constriction in his throat grew until it was painful.
Chapter 52
DIANA LOOKED AT HER WATCH and then at the telephone, willing it to ring. By now, Cole would surely be finished with his meeting in Washington and either home or nearly there, but he hadn’t called her, and she knew instinctively the news wasn’t good. She’d turned the television set on to banish the silence, but she couldn’t concentrate on it or anything else.
“And now for business news. The stock market closed up today, with mixed trading on a volume of . . .”
Although she believed completely in Cole’s innocence, her overwrought imagination continually presented her with pictures of Cole standing trial, being hounded by reporters and accused of vile crimes. He said that wasn’t going to happen, but she had a horrible feeling that it was all beyond his control. He’d worked so hard to rid himself of the stigmas of his youth, and now he was facing the same fate his brothers had faced . . . only his would become a worldwide scandal.
“The biggest loser of the day was Unified Industries, whose stock closed at a fifty-two-week low. Analysts blame the plunge on rumors that Unified’s president and CEO, Cole Harrison, is about to be subpoenaed to appear before an administrative judge of the Securities and Exchange Commission. Reliable sources say that the SEC hearing will be a mere formality and that Harrison will be called before a grand jury . . .”
She had a sudden, insane impulse to call Doug and ask him for advice. No, what she really wanted to do was beg him to intercede somehow. He wouldn’t help either her or Cole now. On the subject of Cole, he was completely irrational. She thou
Slowly, Diana straightened, a possibility taking shape that was almost too obscene to consider. Doug had warned her. . . . He had told her what was going to happen. He despised Cole with a virulence that was palpable.
She grabbed her purse and car keys and went to find the one person who was likely to know, and to tell her if he did know.
* * *
Corey opened the front door, and Diana realized from her dejected expression that she’d also heard the news. “Corey, I have to ask you something. It’s terribly important. Has Spence ever told you that Doug hates Cole?”
“Yes. He told me that when you and Cole told us you’d gotten married the night before. You liked Cole and so did I, so I didn’t think Doug’s opinion mattered that much.”
“I need to see Spence.”
“He’s out by the pool.”
Spence was tightening the bolts on a ladder in the deep end of the pool. “Diana, what’s wrong?”
“That’s what I want to know from you. A few hours after the news conference to announce that Cole and I had married, Doug came to see me and he made it clear how he feels about Cole, but he wouldn’t tell me why he feels the way he does. You two have been friends forever. You must know why he hates Cole.”
“Honey, you have enough problems without worrying about Doug Hayward.” He gave his wrench one last firm tug and stood up.
“I think Doug is the problem,” Diana said.
“What are you talking about?”
She pulled him over to a chaise longue. “That day when Doug came to see me, he was furious because I’d married Cole. He ranted about how dishonest Cole’s business practices are, but Doug wasn’t just angry about principles, he took it personally!”
“What are you getting at?”
“I’m getting at something else he said. He told me that the stock exchange was investigating Cole. But, he also said the SEC would turn Cole over to the federal courts for prosecution.”
For a split second, Diana thought Spence didn’t realize what she was getting at, but then he said quietly, “He knew all that and it hadn’t happened yet?”
“Exactly. He was completely certain of everything he said, and it’s all coming true! Do you know why Doug feels the way he does about Cole?”
To her surprise and relief, Spence didn’t try to tell her she was being ridiculous. “Charles Hayward is probably the only one outside of Doug who knows the real answer to that. Doug was drunk the one time he brought it up with me, but I got the feeling that somehow Barbara was involved in it.”
“Barbara?”
“He wasn’t making sense, so I’m not sure.”
Diana got up. “Well, I intend to find out from Charles Hayward.”
Spence stood up, too. “I’ll go with you.”
Diana bit her lip, considering whether Spence would be an asset or a liability. “I think I might get further with Charles if I am alone.”
Chapter 53
CHARLES HAYWARD WAS IN HIS study, sitting in a leather wing chair with the VCR’s remote control in his hand—rewinding and playing the CNN news story about Cole when Jessica took Diana in to see him. “Diana would like to talk to you, Charles.”
Charles looked round from his chair and nodded; then he pressed the rewind button on the remote again. “Hello,” he said, beckoning to the sofa across from him. “Sit down.” He pressed the play button as Diana sat on the sofa, and to her disbelief, he watched the news clip again right in front of her, smiling a little as he did.
There was something almost ghoulish about what he was doing, and it was made worse by Jessica hovering in the doorway. Diana drew a careful breath, knowing this would be her only chance to find out what she needed to know and to try to neutralize it. “I wonder if I could talk to you privately, Charles.”
“Of course,” Jessica said and backed out of the doorway.
“Certainly, my dear,” Charles said, stopping the tape then laying the remote control on the coffee table. He looked at her in expectant silence, his face devoid of any of the cruel satisfaction she’d seen when he watched the television screen.
Diana felt her way forward very carefully. “Charles,” she began quietly, “after my father died, it was you I always turned to for advice.”
He nodded as if pleased by that.
“And when I decided to start the company, you were one of the people who loaned me money to do it.”
“I invested in a promising venture,” he said tactfully. It was what he’d always said whenever she tried to thank him.
“Now I need help again. Only this time it’s much more important. It’s about Cole.”
His face turned as cold as his eyes. “In that case, I will give you the best advice I have ever given you. Get rid of him!”
“I won’t do that.”
He surged to his feet, towering over her until Diana stood up, too. “Right now, I’m trying to think of you as an innocent victim, Diana. But if you don’t get rid of him and get out of the way, you’re going to be covered with the same dirt he is. Congress has control over the SEC, and we have enough on Cole Harrison to hang him.”
“‘We’?” Diana burst out. “‘We’? You’re not involved with Congress, Doug is.”
“We are going to hang him, and then we’re going to bury him,” Charles lashed back.
“Why are you doing this?” Diana cried. “What has Cole done to you to make you hate him so?” With an effort she forced herself to sound willing instead of combative. “Help me understand—then I can decide whether to do as you say.”
The control Charles had been exerting over his temper suddenly snapped. “You want to know what he did to me?” he jeered in an awful voice. “I’ll tell you what he did—He destroyed my family! That filthy son of a bitch was the real stud in my stable. God knows how many other of Barbara’s little friends he molested—”
“ ‘Molested,’ ” Diana said weakly.
He grabbed her shoulders. “You wanted to know and now you’re going to know all of it. Do you remember my beautiful little daughter? Do you?” he demanded with a shake.
Diana jerked free and stepped back, but she couldn’t make herself leave without hearing it all. “Of—of course I remember,” she said shakily.
“That animal got my little girl pregnant. I almost walked in on them at the stable one night, and I ran him off, but I never dreamed he’d actually had sex with that child.”
Diana shook her head. “Oh, no, Charles, you’re wrong—”
“I’m not wrong!” he shouted. “I’m the one who has been wronged. When Barbara realized she was pregnant—almost five months pregnant—she told her mother and Jessica took her to have an abortion. I’d have never known anything about it except for three things. Do you know what they are?” he bit out.
Diana swallowed and shook her head.
“I found out because Barbara almost died, and because she had to have a hysterectomy to prevent it, and because my little girl has spent the rest of her life in the care of one shrink after another because of it! And do you know what reminds me of it every day?”
“No.”
“Grandchildren! I don’t have any. That fucking son of a bitch you married deprived me of a daughter and my daughter of children and me of grandchildren.”
He pointed to the door and his voice shook with wrath. “Now, you get the hell out of my house and don’t ever come back!”
Chapter 54
DIANA DROVE HOME WITHOUT ANY conscious effort or any awareness of
Corey was calling every fifteen minutes. Diana let the answering machine pick up because she could not move.
Cole was not calling at all.
She was incapable of shedding a single tear or of throwing up another time. She was completely empty.
Cole was not calling at all.
At eleven-fifteen, Corey called again, and this time she wasn’t worried, she was frantic and angry. “Diana, if you don’t pick up the phone right now, I’m coming over.”
Diana actually made an effort to answer it, but Corey had already hung up. She arrived with Spence in record time and used her key to get into Diana’s apartment.
“Diana?” Corey said soothingly, approaching her with great caution, Diana noticed—as if they both thought Diana had gone insane. Spence crouched down in front of her, handsome and caring. “Diana,” he said gently.
“What did Charles Hayward say to you, honey?”
Corey crouched beside him, clutching his shoulder tightly, a brace against whatever hideous thing they were about to hear that had reduced Diana to such a mindless state.
Diana looked at both of them. “Oh,” she said thoughtfully, “he said Cole molested Barbara and got her pregnant and Barbara had an abortion. Now she can’t have any more children and that’s why she’s always been so unstable.”
“Whaat!” Corey exploded, shooting to her feet.