That night Tara had a lot of trouble sleeping. She kept thinking about the things that had happened that day. Could Jaime really have another wife? Was her whole life based on lies? Is that why Jaime didn’t want any children with her — because he had some with his other wife? Was Trenton Davis Jaime’s killer or just some crazy man obsessing about her? What would she do if Jaime had another wife and children? Would she be safe if Trenton Davis wasn’t arrested for Jaime’s death? She tossed and turned for hours, and finally slept fitfully for a couple of hours before awakening to sun streaming through the window.
She arose, showered and dressed and went to the kitchen. Allen and Eva were already in the kitchen having coffee. “Would you like me to make you something to eat,” asked Eva.
“I think I’ll just scramble an egg. I want to get going.”
“Where are you going?”
“Well, I am quite angry right now. Everything that happened yesterday has ruffled my feathers and I am certain that Carl Jacobson knows something about all of this, so I am going to Jacobson Mergers, and this time I’m not leaving without some answers.”
“Do you want someone to go with you,” asked Allen.
“That might be a good idea, if you’re up to it. He may be less likely to try to brush me off if Jaime’s own father is with me. Will you be okay here if Allen goes with me, Eva?”
“I’ll be fine. I’d like to spend a bit of time sitting in the courtyard anyway.”
Tara ate quickly and she and Allen drove to Jacobson Mergers. When they arrived at the reception area to Carl’s office, Mrs. Witters looked up from her desk. “Mrs. Richardson, I didn’t expect to see you again.”
“I’m sure you didn’t, but I want to see Carl, and this is Allen Richardson, Jaime’s father.”
“I’ll tell Mr. Jacobson you’re here.”
This time Carl told Mrs. Witters to show Tara and her father-in-law into his office.
Tara didn’t waste time on pleasantries. “Good morning, Carl. This is Allen Richardson, Jaime’s father, and we want some answers. I know you know something about what is going on and I’m not leaving here until you fill me in.”
“Tara, I’m sure I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Well, let’s start with the woman I saw in here two days ago. Who was she? Was she Jaime’s wife?”
“Jaime’s wife? Tara, whatever are you talking about? You are Jaime’s wife.”
“Well, it seems that there is another Mrs. Richardson. She beat me to the coroner’s office to claim his body.”
Carl looked uncomfortable and shifted in his chair. After a moment he said, “Okay, Tara, sit down.”
Tara and Allen both sat down and Carl began, “I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but, yes, that woman was Melody Richardson, and she, too, was married to Jaime. Apparently Jaime was leading a double life. He was married to both of you at the same time and the times you thought he was away on business, he was with her.”
“How long have you known about this?”
“I didn’t know anything about it until she showed up two days ago and showed me a copy of their marriage certificate and her I.D. She’s very different from you. She is cold and calculating and is trying to get all of Jaime’s money, so you need to be careful. I will do everything I can to help you.”
“Do you know what attorney Jaime spoke with to set up his will?”
“Well, we have an attorney in this building who handles different things for us and for our employees. You may want to speak with him. His name is Trenton Davis.”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“I received a bouquet of yellow roses yesterday with no card. Then a note came in the mail from Trenton Davis claiming he sent the roses and has been dreaming of being with me for the past four years. He said that now that Jaime is gone, he hopes that I will be willing to get to know him and give him a chance.”
“Are you serious? I will have a talk with him.”
“No, don’t do that. The police are looking into him. Because of his interest in me so soon after Jaime’s tragic death, he is a suspect. Don’t say a word to him.”
“Okay. I understand.”
Tara suddenly remembered something, “What about the boy that was with Melody Richardson? Is he Jaime’s son?”
Carl looked grim and answered, “Yes, I’m afraid he is.”
Tara was silent for a few minutes before she continued, “What am I supposed to do about Jaime’s funeral? Am I supposed to just sit back and let her take over?”
“I can tell you she was planning on going to Murphy’s Funeral Home. You could go there and speak with someone from Murphy’s. And, I will talk to Trenton Davis to find out if Jaime spoke with him about a will.”
“Thank you, Carl.”
“You’re welcome, Tara, and I really am sorry about all of this. I really didn’t know how Jaime was living.”
Tara and Allen went directly to Murphy’s Funeral Home and when they walked in, there was Melody Richardson and her son.
“Hello, Melody. I know that you were married to Jaime too, but I am not going to simply stand aside and let you run the show here. I was also married to Jaime and loved him. I know that neither of us knew about each other, but . . .”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Tara. I knew all about you. I am the reason that you didn’t have any children with Jaime. You see, I wasn’t about to let him have more heirs with you and take away from the son I had with him. And, you don’t have a choice over who is running the show here. I have already made all of the arrangements.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Tara walked past Melody to find an office and someone from Murphy’s Funeral Home.
Allen remained in the room with Melody and he said, “You didn’t really love Jaime, did you? You just wanted the things he could give you.”
“Who are you and what gives you any right to say anything to me?”
“I am Allen Richardson, Jaime’s father, and I know that Jaime didn’t love you because he never talked to me about you. He did tell me about his son, but I didn’t know that he spent time with you. He loved Tara and he loved his son. Those were the people he talked to me about. I think he knew you didn’t love him.”
Tara and Mr. Ronald Murphy returned and Mr. Murphy expressed his apologies to Melody. “I’m sorry, but I was unaware of the unusual circumstances in this matter, and I will be incorporating some of Tara’s wishes into the funeral service.”
Melody glared at both Ronald Murphy and Tara, but she didn’t say a word. She turned on her heel and left, calling over her shoulder, “Come along, Hunter,” and her son slowly followed, looking at the floor.