The Blossom Sisters

Chapter 9


JILL JACKSON, GUS’S ATTORNEY, LEANED BACK IN HER ERGONOMIC chair and surveyed her domain. It was a beautiful corner office, with two huge bay windows. Barney Beezer had given her carte blanche on the decorating, telling her to order whatever she wanted because he wanted her to be happy and to stay with his company forever. Being an orphan, she’d always been on the frugal side, so she hadn’t gone overboard. She’d shopped and bargain-hunted until she found exactly what she wanted, though it had taken her months to get the office to where she was as comfortable in it as she was in her own home.

Barney had been so impressed with her choices, he spent hours in her office when he was in town. He professed to love the buttery-soft camel chairs, the matching sofa nestled in a corner for clients. He said he loved the fish tank, found it so soothing he nodded off a time or two. He’d complimented her endlessly on her green thumb with the two ficus trees, which were full and glossy, and the luxurious ferns she had on matching pedestals. He always kicked off his Brooks Brothers loafers and walked barefoot on the sand-colored carpet. She’d chosen eyeball overhead lighting that bathed the entire room in a soft glow so that clients didn’t feel the need to wear sunglasses. Almost against her will, she’d added a small entertainment center along with a minibar and a built-in coffee machine.

She’d brought blankets and pillows from home for the times when she was too tired to make the trek home late at night. All in all, with her own personal bathroom complete with shower and linen closet, she had been more than happy to sign on with Barney Beezer, and she hadn’t regretted it even for a second.

Jill turned her chair around to stare out at the magnificent landscaping Barney insisted on. Nestled in the intimate gardens were colorful tables and chairs, where employees took their coffee and lunch breaks or snatched a few minutes to read an actual paper newspaper. She loved it here. Absolutely loved it. What she didn’t love at the moment was her new client, Barney’s oldest and dearest friend, Gus Hollister. Jill knew in her gut, in her heart, and in her mind that if she screwed up on this case, she would be out the door in a nanosecond. While she didn’t like it, she understood the politics of such a friendship.

Everything looked so cleaned and scrubbed now in the bright sunshine. The storm of the century, as the newscasters were calling it, was finally over. It would take at least a week of dry weather before the ground would be dried out enough for her and the other employees to enjoy the garden again. More than likely, she wouldn’t really miss the time, because she had a full plate, and that meant eating on the run or at her desk while she saw to business.

Jill swiveled her chair back to the desk. She looked down at her little notepad and interpreted her own squiggles. Appointment in thirty minutes with Lynus Litton, her favorite private investigator. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Phil Ross; she did like him. As a person. What she didn’t like was inheriting other people’s staff, and, anyway, Phil had retired and done the report on Hollister’s wife as a final favor to Barney. She preferred to work with people she was comfortable with and had trained to her liking. Lynus Litton was such a person.

She’d met Lynus in college, and they had become fast friends because she didn’t object to what Lynus called his “gayness.” Lynus came from a blue-blooded Ivy League family who couldn’t accept his gayness and paid him huge sums of money to stay out of their lives, which he did happily, with his partner of many years, Lewis Lippman.

After college and law school, Lynus further angered his blue-blooded Ivy League family by opening a private security firm. He gave quality service at cheap rates, further annoying his upper-crust family; and then he added insult to injury by having Lewis Lippman, the top pastry chef at a five-star hotel, provide pastries for his clients, which arrived fresh three times a day. Lewis Lippman also came from a blue-blooded Ivy League political family that could not accept his gayness, either. His family, however, chose not to pay him to stay away; they insisted on it and disowned him. Jill adored Lewis as much as she adored Lynus. Lewis had even signed a note saying he would make her wedding cake if she ever decided to get married. “Don’t go there,” she’d said of the offer, “because that isn’t going to happen,” to which Lewis had responded, “Never say never.”

Lynus had a swanky suite of offices in New Town, where he knew everyone and everyone knew him. He never lacked for clients. When Jill called, he immediately put her and whatever she needed at the top of his list and made sure she had his best investigators, which wasn’t hard because everyone he worked with was the best.

Jill gathered up her jacket, her backpack, and her Wellington boots and left the office. She needed the yellow Wellingtons to get across the parking lot—unless she was willing to go barefoot, which she did not want to do. If she showed up either barefoot or wearing the Wellingtons, Lynus’s sense of fashion would be offended.

Jill was surprised to see how warm it was. Just three hours ago, when she’d practically canoed into the parking lot, certain the engine of her truck would stall out, it had been around forty-five degrees. Now it felt like it was approaching seventy. The sun was exceptionally bright after the monster storm. She loved days like this, when everything looked like someone had scrubbed the world with a brush and soap and water. The day smelled as wonderful as it looked.

Jill made it out of the parking lot and onto the main road that would take her to New Town and Lynus’s swanky offices. The trip, which under normal circumstances could have been made in fifteen minutes, took forty-five minutes, what with the flooded roads, downed trees, and drivers unsure where the detours would take them. When she finally arrived at Lynus’s building, she was glad she had worn the yellow Wellingtons. She slogged across the parking lot to the front door, where Lynus was waiting for her.

Jill smiled. Lynus could have posed for GQ or Town & Country in his elegant attire, and the truth was, he had been on the cover of each of these magazines twice, to the absolute mortification of his family. Today, he was wearing a charcoal gray Armani suit with a pristine white shirt and red-striped power tie. Lynus never wore anything but Armani because he said the suits draped his slender body to perfection, something Armani himself attested to. Lynus had even modeled for his buddy Giorgio Armani on more than one occasion.

They hugged. “You smell good,” Jill giggled.

“It wouldn’t hurt you to spritz yourself with something. Don’t you get tired of smelling like grass and fresh air? Those boots have to go!” They bantered back and forth as they walked arm in arm back to Lynus’s suite of offices, which had, of course, been professionally decorated, no expense spared.

It was a black-and-white experience. Stark white, pitch-black, yet soft and comfortable at the same time. She didn’t know how that could be, with all the chrome and glass, but it was. The carpet was ankle deep and coal black, with not a speck of lint anywhere. The plants were glossy and green, healthy and luxurious. The glass-top modern-looking desk was virtually bare, except for a phone console and a laptop. Jill knew there was a state-of-the-art recording system, somewhere in one of the drawers, which Lynus used instead of taking notes. Lynus was a one-man shop indoors. He did have a reception area, where he had a blowup Betty Boop doll sitting behind the desk. Just for fun. He preferred to greet his clients at the door himself and did not accept walk-in appointments. The foyer door was kept locked at all times, but he did have a remote control in one of his desk drawers that he could activate in case law enforcement showed up regarding clients.

The two old friends made small talk on the leather sofa. In between bites of the delectable pastries and exceptional coffee—made from some exotic beans Lynus had shipped to him from someplace far away that she couldn’t pronounce—Jill outlined what she needed from Lynus. Lynus listened, committing it all to memory, knowing that his recording system was his backup.

“Let me make sure I understand all of this. You want Elaine Hollister followed twenty-four/seven. You also want your client, Gus Hollister, followed twenty-four/seven. Because . . . you want to know if he lies to you, because all clients lie to their lawyers. You want to know if Gus meets up with his wife for whatever reason.”

“Precisely,” Jill said, reaching for another pastry.

“In addition, you want to know everything there is to know about your client’s family, meaning, of course, the Blossom sisters, Rose, Violet, and Iris. You want all the paperwork on the farm, their holdings if there are any, the whole ball of wax. I’m assuming you want to know about any inheritance down the line that the soon-to-be-ex might think she’s entitled to.”

“Precisely,” Jill said.

“You faxed me Phil Ross’s report. I read it; I was not impressed.” Lynus sniffed.

“Neither was I. I want all her financials; my client’s as well. I want you to pretend that you never saw Phil Ross’s report and do your own. You’ll bill the firm the way you always do. Standard expense account. Check with me for anything outgoing over a thousand bucks. I want video as well as stills. Check in with me every forty-eight hours. Did I miss anything?”

“I don’t think so. If you did, I’ll let you know as we go forward. Tell me something, just between you and me. You don’t like your client, do you?”

“Does it show that much?”

“Oh, yeah,” Lynus drawled. “Why?”

“Because he chose a gold digger over his family, a family that raised him, gave him the best they could. And, when push came to shove, he chose the gold digger over them. They’re old ladies and he broke their hearts after all they did for him.”

“People do silly things when they’re in love, Jill. Even you know that,” Lynus said softly.

“Silly, yes. Silly, I can understand. I don’t understand blatant stupidity. What he did to those old ladies and the way he treated them is unforgivable in my eyes.”

“That’s because you’ve never been in love, Jill. I’m not saying I’m on Hollister’s side. I’m just saying Hollister might turn out to be an okay kind of guy who stepped off the rails and didn’t know how to get back on, and this is the outcome. You really shouldn’t judge people until you know all the facts. You know what else? If you’d fix yourself up, you’d be a knockout.”

Jill was on her feet in a second, her face dark pink, her eyes blazing. “Don’t you dare go there, Lynus Litton, or I’m out of here, along with my business.”

Lynus smiled. “Testy, aren’t we? Must mean I hit a nerve. Okay, peace, my friend. I mean it, though. I know this guy who could turn you into a bombshell in four hours.”

“Four hours!” Jill screeched at the top of her lungs. “Did you say four hours? I need four whole hours to bring me to the bombshell level or whatever you call it?!”

Lynus grinned. “Okay, maybe I was a bit hasty. Three and a half. Not a second less.”

Jill burst out laughing. “Well, that’s not going to happen, but if it does, I’m going to hold you to the three and a half hours. Give up on the fixer-upper business and do what you do best, spying.”

Jill looked up at Lynus, who towered over her. She thought he was one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen, with his wavy dark hair and soft brown eyes. He had a killer smile that she knew had bought beachfront property for some orthodontist. Lynus was also the kindest, the gentlest, the most caring person she’d ever met in her life. She also knew he was one of those rare people who would always be in her life because he knew, as she did, how important friendships were.

“Okay, big guy, I’m outta here. Keep me posted and give Lewis a hug for me. Tell him those pastries were awesome.”

“Those boots have to go, Jill! Lose the backpack, too. Tell Barney you need a raise, and I’ll take you shopping for shoes and handbags. I can get them for you wholesale.”

Jill laughed all the way to her car. She called over her shoulder, “You know that is never going to happen, Lynus, so give it up already.”

Lynus laughed along with her. “Someday you are going to beg me for those three and a half hours. Mark my words.”

He locked the door, then made his way back to the office, stopping only long enough to salute the blowup doll at the reception desk.





Gus Hollister clicked the remote on the visor and waited for the garage door to open. He sailed in, parked, cut the engine, and hopped out. Wilson was next, but he waited, like the gentleman he must have been in his former life, for his master to first lift out Winnie, who was protesting at being groped.

Gus walked the dogs around to the door that led to the kitchen and waited till both dogs were inside before he carried in Wilson’s pink basket and Winnie’s treasures. He set the baskets down in the kitchen, then whistled for the dogs, who ignored him completely because they were too busy sniffing out their new digs.

Gus eyed the pile of dog things and decided Maggie might not appreciate having all their treasures in her kitchen, so he lugged their beds and the baskets into the family room and placed everything by the hearth. Maybe tonight he’d make a fire. The last thing he’d heard on the car radio before he turned off the engine was the weatherman announcing the evening temperature, a chilly forty-four degrees once the sun went down. Wilson loved a good blazing fire. Gus kind of liked it himself. He wasn’t sure about fat little Winnie. She might have to waddle off to the side if the heat was too much for her.

Gus made his way back out to the kitchen, where he saw that the coffeepot was full, and there was a plate of sandwiches along with a bowl of cut-up fruit in the refrigerator just waiting for him. He helped himself.

He tidied up the kitchen before he headed to Barney’s home office, where he sent off text messages, an e-mail, and a fax to Barney, apprising him of what he had learned at Blossom Farm and asking for advice. He was certain Barney would respond to either the text or the e-mail, but he wasn’t sure about the fax. The main question, however, was, “Were you aware of any of this?” Right now, though, he needed to think, to come up with a game plan to help his granny and aunts.

Gus trudged back to the kitchen for a second cup of coffee, which he carried into the family room. He was not surprised to see both dogs sacked out in their beds. Wilson offered up a feeble wag of his tail and went back to sleep. Winnie was already snoring, her paws wrapped around a ragged doll that might have been a Raggedy Andy at some point in time. He smiled.

He settled down in Barney’s favorite recliner to wait for his friend to get in touch. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.