“So I’m an unnatural daughter,” Ann Margrave resumed in a biting voice, and set her empty cup in the saucer with a clatter. “All right, I am. I hate Pops. Do you hear me? I hate his guts. If he did do it I hope they hang him.” She blinked her lids and twin tears ran down her cheeks. She didn’t wipe them away.
“Do you think it possible that Ralph might have dropped the divorce action and gone back to Nora?” Shayne asked.
“No. She had done her best to persuade him. But Ralph wasn’t having any more. She had managed to twist him around her little finger once before when he was fed up and ready to quit, but this time it was for sure.”
“This first time you mention, was that on account of the anonymous letters?”
Ann Margrave didn’t try to hide her surprise at Shayne’s abrupt question, but she parried with one of her own. “So Pops came clean with just everything?” Her tone was one of ironic disgust.
“Perhaps not everything,” Shayne said easily. “What do you know about it?”
“I know that Ralph tried to laugh them off, but I think they started him wondering.”
“What did the letters accuse her of?”
“Oh, all sorts of things. Probably all true.”
“Including her previous affair with your father?”