Michele Martinez - The Finishing School

The second book in the Melanie Vargas series

Copyright 2006 by Michele Rebecca Martinez Campbell

I am deeply indebted to my agent, Meg Ruley, for being my counselor, cheerleader, and friend. Shes the best. I am also indebted to all the other wonderful people at the Jane Rotrosen Agency for their assistance and support.

I still cant believe how fortunate I am to be edited by Carolyn Marino, who combines tremendous insight and skill with the lightest, most gracious touch. All of the incredible people at William Morrow and HarperAudio are a delight to work with. I am especially grateful to Michael Morrison, Lisa Gallagher, and Dee Dee De Bartlo, and to Jennifer Civiletto for all her help.

The following people read this book in manuscript form and gave me terrific comments: Don Cleary, Christina Hogrebin, Nicole Gruenstein, and Randy Dwenger. Many thanks also to the one and only Cass Adelman for the excellent Manhattan doggy and girls-school details.

EVEN THE MOST dedicated prosecutor hates the sound of a pager shrieking at two oclock in the morning. Melanie Vargas barely slept these days anyway. In the middle of a divorce, with a baby daughter who was spending the winter sick with one thing or another, Melanie hardly needed that terrible screeching coming from her dresser top. But duty called. She scrambled out of bed and immediately slammed her hip into the sharp corner of the bedside table.

Shit.

Just as the pager stopped wailing, her one-year-old, Maya, whod fallen asleep in bed beside her after fussing half the night with a double ear infection, woke up and started to howl.

Okay, okay, shush, Melanie whispered, digging under the pillows surrounding Maya. Her fingers touched soft plastic, and she popped the pacifier into her daughters mouth, then raced across the room to grab the pager before it went off again. Squinting at the readout, she saw her bosss home phone number glowing bright red in the darkness. Damn! This was only getting worse. Her boss gave her agita under the best of circumstances.

Well, its about time! Bernadette said, picking up on the first ring. Bernadette DeFelice, chief of the Major Crimes Unit of the New York City U.S. Attorneys Office, did not like to be kept waiting.

Hey, Bern, its Melanie-

I know that, for Gods sake, I just paged you. Listen, Ive got two dead rich girls in James Sewards apartment on Park Avenue. You know who he is? That Wall Street guy running for Senate?

Of course. Did he kill them?

No, nothing like that. Its his daughter and a friend of hers. They ODd. Looks like heroin. Right before Christmas, too. Hah, teenagers. And people wonder why I never had kids.

It was Monday night-strike that, Tuesday morning-and Christmas was a week away.

Wow, the poor parents. Melanie looked over at Maya snuggled under the covers and thanked God her own little one was safe and sound.

Okay, Bernadette said, the plan is, find the drug supplier right away and make an example of him. She chuckled cynically. Some Dominican kid selling dime bags in the Heights isnt gonna know what hit him. I need you to get over to Sewards ASAP.

Bernadette, its two oclock in the morning, and my daughters sick.

Is that my problem? This is a real job, girlfriend, not the fricking DMV. Youre meeting up with Vito Albano from the Elite Narcotics Task Force. And youd better damn well impress him. Ive been trying to get business from him for a long time, but the Special Narcotics Prosecutor had a lock on him. This is our big chance. That squad does amazing cases.

Bern -

Do you realize how lucky you are to get this call? This case is gonna generate huge press. Both girls are from prominent families, and they went to-Whats that fancy girls school? Miss Holbrookes?

Melanie tried to muster some enthusiasm, not easy to do at this hour. It sounds really great, but-

Albano asked for you by name, Melanie. All right, technically, he asked for Susan Charlton, but when I told him she was on vacation, he was happy to take you. Apparently hes heard about your penchant for gettingshall we say overly involved in your investigations. Which reminds me, no cops-and-robbers stuff this time. Thats an order.

Bern, I really cant-

Do you understand what this means? Do I have to spell it out for you? Youre developing a solid reputation with the movers and shakers, so dont blow it. I told Vito youd be there in fifteen minutes. Dont make me look bad. Bernadette rattled off the tony address and hung up.

MELANIE HAD REACHED Steve Hanson-her ex-husband, or soon-to-be ex anyway-not at his apartment but on his cell phone at 2:00 A.M., with music and laughter in the background. Up to his old tricks, the desgraciado. She tried not to think about it and just be glad that he agreed to come over and stay with Maya.

By the time shed brushed her teeth and pulled on black pants and a turtleneck, Steve was at the door of the apartment. She turned on the light in the foyer and peered through the peephole. Seeing him gave her a jolt. Mmm, too bad he still looked so good. Tall, lean, blond in a rugged sort of way, always dressed like a million bucks. Watch out for this man, she reminded herself, unlocking the dead bolt. Plenty of other women like what you like.

Steve seemed to sweep into the foyer on a wave of fresh, cold air. Snowflakes still clung to his eyelashes and on the lapels of his charcoal gray cashmere overcoat.

Hey, Merry Christmas, baby, he said, grabbing her shoulders and kissing her full on the mouth. She couldnt help it, she started to kiss back. The guy knew what he was doing, and she was kiss-deprived. But then she tasted alcohol and, beneath that, whomever hed kissed last. He smelled of perfume, definitely. She pulled away.

Steve looked her in the eyes. Im glad you called, Melanie. Ive been missing you. Families should be together at the holidays.

She turned her back, opening the door to the coat closet so he wouldnt see the emotion in her face. Steve knew how to push her buttons, knew about her own childhood Christmases, without her father. She saw through the manipulation. If they reconciled, like he claimed he wanted, nothing would be different. Just smell the man and you could tell that.

Hand me your coat, she said, holding out her hand, her voice neutral.

Wow, look at that tree! Howd you do that? Steve stood at the threshold to the living room gazing at the seven-foot-tall Douglas fir, which was decked with popcorn and cranberry garlands shed strung herself late at night when she couldnt sleep.

Hector the doorman helped me get it up here. It looks nice, huh? She felt proud of it, of how shed managed without him.

Yeah, it looks beautiful. So do you, at two-thirty in the morning. He walked over to where she stood and gazed down at her with sleepy hazel eyes. I take that back. You look hot. Like throw-you-down-and-jump-on-you hot.

I have to go. She twirled away just as he grabbed for her.

Ay, de m, the guy was good-looking, but she refused to let him get to her. He was drunk and horny after a Christmas party, and she didnt even take him seriously sober. Her marriage, shed decided, had been more about sex and stability than soul love. There was another man she dreamed of nights.

Mayas in our room, she said, the our slipping out before she realized it. She can have Motrin again at four if she needs it, she said, opening the front door. At the sight of the elevator, her mind flashed ahead to the gruesome scene that awaited her at James Sewards apartment. Two young girls, having died terrible deaths, lost forever to their parents.