Have You Seen Her? (29 page)

Steven steered in the direction of Davies’s motel. “Speaking of which, how did Rudy get out of his house last night to meet Alev? She was in bed when her mother checked on her at eleven. What time were you watching the Lutzes’ house?”

“After I left the search site last night I went back to my hotel room for a few hours sleep. I got to Parker’s house about eleven. William got dropped off by some friends at about eleven-thirty—so I know he was home when Alev was still safe in her bed. I took a break around one or so to fill my coffee thermos and get a burrito from the all-night convenience store. Got back around one-thirty.”

“So he had a half hour to get out of the house.”

“Yeah, that’s how I figured it. Damn coffee addiction,” Davies said bitterly. “If I’d kept my station maybe that girl would be in her own bed tonight instead of where Parker’s got her.”

“And maybe if Mrs. Hitler had claimed a headache on the right night, Adolf would never have been born,” Steven responded. “You can’t change it.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Davies muttered. “Doesn’t make it any easier, though.”

“No, it doesn’t.” The car got quiet as Steven mulled over the day. It was almost Nicky’s bedtime. He punched the numbers into his cell phone and smiled when Nicky answered.

“Hey, Daddy.”

“Hey, baby. How are you?”

“Fine.” There was a beat of silence, then an upbeat, “Aunt Helen made pudding for dessert.”

“Chocolate?”

“Tapioca.”

“Mmmm. Did you save me any?”

Nicky giggled softly. “No, on account of you getting fat.” Steven smiled. If that was the shtick Nicky wanted to harp on, he’d go along for the ride. As long as he could hear his baby giggle. “I am
not
getting fat.”

“Well, Aunt Helen says we’ve got to keep you fit so you can catch Jenna.”

Steven coughed. “She said that?”

“Yessir. So when y’gonna catch her?”

Steven was speechless. “Honey, I don’t know that I will.” He skillfully guided the conversation elsewhere. “I do know, though, that I love you and wish I were home to kiss you good night.”

“Will you see Jenna tonight, Daddy?”

So much for his skill. In more ways than one. He thought about the last two times he’d seen her. He’d be lucky if she ever wanted to see him again. “Probably not, honey. Good night, baby.”

“Night, Daddy.”

Steven punched
END
and rolled his eyes. He was going to tape Helen’s mouth shut. But she’d probably find some other way to meddle. Sign language or semaphore or something. He’d slipped his phone in his pocket when it jangled. “Thatcher,” he answered.

“Thatcher, this is Al Pullman. Investigative Division?” Steven sat up straighter. “Yeah, sure, you took Dr. Marshall’s statement on her slashed tires. Did you catch the boys that did it?” He could only hope. It would give them a way to get Rudy in for a DNA sample if he got arrested.

Hey. That was an angle.

“No,” said Pullman, bringing him back. “But Dr. Marshall’s had another incident with her car. I thought you might want to know since . . . well, since you two seemed ...involved.”

The hackles on Steven’s neck had already started to rise. “What’s happened?”

“Her car was vandalized again, but this time they cut her brake line.”

Steven’s heart jolted, as if struck by lightning. Then raced. “Is she hurt?”

“No, but her friend is. She’d let the friend borrow the car for a weekend outing. Her friend lost control going around a curve and went off the embankment. She’s in critical condition.”

Steven had to make himself think. Talk. Drive.

Think. She was okay. Jenna was okay. Alive. “Where is her friend?”

“Wake Medical Center,” Pullman said. “Dr. Marshall is there with her. I didn’t tell Dr. Marshall about the brakes yet. I thought you might want to.”

“Thanks, Al. I will. I have an emergency,” he said to Davies. “I’ll drive you to your motel when I’m done at the hospital.”

T
WENTY

Thursday, October 6, 9:10
P.M.

L
UCAS LEANED BACK INTO THE SOFA IN THE
surgical waiting room. “I feel so helpless,” he murmured. “When are her parents going to get here?”

Jenna looked across the room at Casey’s boyfriend, Ned, who was standing in front of the television in the corner, a completely vacant look on his face. “Ned said their flight gets in at eleven or so. I offered to go pick them up at the airport, but he insisted on doing it himself.”

Jenna stared at the man she’d previously thought to be adolescent and insensitive. And he may have been in the past, but he wasn’t tonight. Ned had taken charge of the situation, signing forms, doing everything Casey needed him to do. But right now Ned’s face was blank.

“He’s gone into screen saver mode, I think,” she murmured, memories of Adam rushing back. All those hours waiting in hospitals just like this one. Sometimes the mind simply couldn’t function past the stress anymore. “I’ve been there.”

Lucas took her hand and entwined their fingers. “I guess you have, honey.”

A wave of reality unexpectedly bowled into her, leaving her shaky. Blinking away tears, she laid her head on Lucas’s shoulder. “She might die, Lucas.”

Lucas put his arm around her. “Sshh. Don’t think it, Jen.” “I can’t help it,” she whispered.
She’s all I have left.
“I couldn’t stand to lose her, too.”

Lucas said nothing, just pulled her closer and laid his cheek on top of her head.

A woman in green scrubs appeared in the doorway. “Casey Ryan’s family? I’m Dr. Neuss.”

Jenna and Lucas jumped up. Ned turned from the television, slowly, and Jenna saw the look in his eyes she instantly recognized.
He truly loves her,
she thought.
And he believes she will die.

Lucas stepped forward. “We’re her friends. Her family’s on their way from out of state.”

Ned stumbled toward them, looking nauseous. “Is she . . . ?”

The woman smiled kindly, but wearily. “She’s alive.” Jenna felt her body sag, grateful for Lucas’s strong arm. “Thank God.”

The woman’s expression became more businesslike. “She’s alive right now. She came through the surgery, but not well. She lost a lot of blood. She has trauma to her head where her skull hit the steering wheel on impact.” She looked from Jenna to Ned. “The air bag in her car didn’t deploy?”

Jenna’s stomach heaved. “It was a classic car,” she heard herself whisper. “It didn’t have an air bag.”
Oh, God,
came the irrational yet very real realization.
This is my fault.

Dr. Neuss looked philosophical. “Well, it might have prevented some of the damage, but then again, who knows? The car rolled down an embankment, so there is quite a bit the air bag wouldn’t have protected her from. We had to intubate her during surgery. That means she’s not breathing on her own right now,” she added, again kindly. “She’s a fighter, your friend. We had to resuscitate her twice, but she fought like a...”

“Like a mama tiger,” Jenna whispered. The tears were coming and she didn’t even try to stop them. “Oh, Casey.”

“Like a mama tiger,” Dr. Neuss repeated, then squeezed Jenna’s arm. “Will you be okay?”

Jenna nodded. “I’m fine. I’ll be fine.” The words were rote. She may even have believed them.

Dr. Neuss slipped her hands in the pockets of her scrubs. “Well, she’s stable for now. The next twenty-four to forty-eight hours will be critical.”

“Can we see her?” Ned murmured.

Dr. Neuss shook her head. “She’ll be in recovery for a few more hours. Once we get her a bed in ICU, one of the nurses will let you see her on a very limited basis.”

“I understand,” Ned murmured, but looking at his face, Jenna wondered if he really did.

“I’m on call tonight,” Dr. Neuss finished. “Call if you have any questions. And try to get some sleep. The next few days will require you all to be strong.”

The doctor walked away leaving them in silence.

Then a sob broke free. Ned’s. Standing upright, the man just seemed to crumble inside. Without a thought, Jenna wrapped her arms around him and held him like Casey had held her all the times Adam’s illness had become too much to bear. It only seemed right she support Ned now. She held on, rocking him, smoothing his hair, letting him cry. It helped, giving comfort to another. Gave her something to do, kept her own fear from choking her to death.

“Jenna,” Lucas said urgently.

Jenna looked up and her eyes widened. There, not ten feet away, stood a pale Steven Thatcher next to a man she’d never seen before. A sense of relief coursed through her. Why? Just because he was here?
Yes, just because he’s here. He came.

Then Steven looked at Ned in her arms and his brown eyes flashed in—what? Anger?
It sure as hell better not be,
she thought. She hadn’t done anything this time. Hurt? Unwarranted. Jealousy? Not acceptable considering she’d done nothing more than try to be Steven’s friend.

Or more.

She cleared her throat as he turned to walk away while the mystery man remained planted in place, his dark eyes narrowed and alert.

“Steven, wait,” she called and watched him stop. “Just wait.” She turned Ned toward the chairs and gently pushed him into one and looked at his ravaged face. “I’ll be right back. Do you want some water or anything?”

“Do you have any scotch?” Ned asked, leaning back and closing his eyes. “Scratch that, I’ve got to go to the airport for her folks in an hour. Water would be good.”

“Have you eaten anything?” she asked and he grimaced. “I don’t think that’s a good idea right now. Just water.” Ned opened his eyes and met Jenna’s even gaze. “Thanks, Jen. I know what you think of me, and I guess most of it’s been true, but—”

Jenna put her fingers over his mouth. “No, Ned. You’re here for Casey and that’s enough for me. I’ll go get your water. Lucas, you’ll stay here with him?”

And with Lucas’s nod she turned to find Steven still waiting, his expression more humble.

“Casey’s boyfriend,” Jenna said, looking up at him. “How is she?” Steven murmured. His hands opened and closed like he wanted to touch her. She wished he would. She really, really wished he would.

Jenna shrugged. “Touch and go. Next forty-eight hours will tell.” She closed her eyes. “If only she’d been in her own car. The air bag would have deployed and she’d be okay right now.”

Steven looked at her, feeling a burst of relief that she was standing here on her own two feet. Alive. She could have been the one in critical condition right now. But she wasn’t. She was alive. Wearing her karate
gi
and a pair of sandals, her face worn from worry, but she was alive. He needed to touch her, to prove to himself she was solid flesh and bone.

He just needed to touch her. But after the last time, would she let him?

It didn’t matter. His hand was lifting to her cheek on its own. Then she turned her face into his palm and that was all he needed. He pulled her into his arms and she came willingly, sliding her arms around his waist beneath his jacket. He pressed a kiss to her temple and she shuddered.

He shuddered right along with her, but for a very different reason. Her best friend was clinging to life because somebody tried to kill her. Over a damn football game. How would she feel when she found out her life was worth less than a damn football game to Lutz and his hoodlum friends? And what if Davies was right and Lutz was capable of so much more? Anger clawed at his gut, but he kept his voice, his touch, gentle. He smoothed a hand over her shiny hair and lifted her chin so he could see her face. He brushed his thumb across her lower lip. “I came as soon as I heard.”

Her dark brows snapped together, creating worry lines in her forehead he wanted to kiss away. “How did you know?”

This wasn’t the time to tell her she’d been the target, Steven thought. He’d tell her when he got her alone. Where she could curse and cry in private. “The police called me,” he said softly, still touching her face, still convincing himself she was okay. “You know how the rumor mill is. You visit me at a search site and half the force knows we’re . . .” He shrugged. “Whatever we are.”

She searched his face and his heart stumbled. “What are we?” she whispered.

You’re mine,
his mind answered.
Mine, mine, mine.
But he drew a breath and murmured instead, “I want to find out if you’re still willing.”

She blinked her violet eyes, then nodded. “I am.”

A new wave of relief practically cut him at the knees. “Then will you wait for me here? I want to take you home, but I need to give someone a ride first. I’ll be back to get you in an hour. Hour and a half, tops.”

Jenna looked over his shoulder to where Davies still stood. “Who is he?”

Davies stepped forward, his hand outstretched. “I’m Detective Neil Davies. I’m working with Agent Thatcher on a case.”

Steven looked at Davies and wanted to frown. There was a light in Davies’s eyes, a light Steven recognized and didn’t like one iota. It was the light that came on in a man’s eyes when he saw a woman that he wanted. Steven was sure the same look had come into his eyes when he’d first seen Jenna.

Jenna pulled her arms from around his waist to shake Davies’s hand, leaving Steven feeling bereft. And pissed at Davies. He’d let Davies on his professional turf because he knew the mind of their killer, but...
But stay away from my woman.

“It’s good to meet you, Detective,” she said, giving him one of her beautiful smiles, and Steven felt irrational jealousy simmer. “I’m Jenna. I’m glad Steven has some support on this case. I know it’s been consuming his time.” She turned back to Steven with a sigh. “Thanks for offering to take me home tonight, but I think I’ll stay here.”

“No, she won’t.”

Surprise on her face, she turned around to where an older man stood, looking determined. She frowned at him. “Yes, I will, Lucas.”

The man named Lucas shook his head stubbornly. “You heard what the doctor said. We can’t see her till she’s stable. You might as well get some rest so you’ll be strong tomorrow.”

“He makes sense, Jenna,” Steven said quietly.

Jenna sighed. “His logic is solid, this once. I’ll wait for you here, Steven.”

She’s as beautiful up close as she was through binoculars,
Neil thought. As beautiful as she’d been in his dreams. And now, having seen her up close, having heard the smoothness of her voice, he knew he’d never get Jenna Marshall out of his mind.

“So who is she?” Neil demanded without preamble as he and Thatcher pulled out of the parking garage ten minutes later. Thatcher had been wearing a self-satisfied smile since Jenna had promised to wait for him and Neil wanted to wipe it from Thatcher’s face with a ferocity that shocked him.

Thatcher glanced over at him, his smile becoming a hard frown. “She’s my son’s teacher.” Thatcher was no idiot, Neil mused. He knew another man on the hunt.

“Just your son’s teacher?”

Thatcher clenched his teeth. “And my . . .”

If Thatcher didn’t know, Neil figured Jenna Marshall was not his woman after all. “Friend, girlfriend, lover, betrothed?” he asked sardonically.

A muscle twitched in Thatcher’s jaw. “Yes to one and two, not yet to three and four.”

“I see.”

“Make sure you do,” Steven said with false mildness. It must be the way Southern men posture, Neil thought and was not impressed.

They were quiet for several miles until Thatcher said harshly, “That accident was no accident.”

Neil turned in his seat, giving Thatcher his full attention. “What do you mean?”

“Jenna flunked one of the football players last week, suspending him from the team. The ballplayer and his friends have been making her life a living hell for the last week, slashing her tires, vandalizing her classroom. That call earlier was from the Raleigh PD. Her brakes were cut.”

A new fury burned inside him. “Then Jenna was the target and her friend was just in the wrong place, wrong time.”

“Yeah.” Thatcher’s voice shook when he said the word. “I’ll tell her when I pick her up later. Oh, and three guesses as to who the football player is.”

Neil shot upright in the seat. “No fucking way.”

“Yes fucking way. Our own Rudy Lutz.”

His heart began to race. Close. They were close. “Can you prove he’s done the vandalism?”

“None of it so far,” Thatcher said tightly. “We could bring him in for questioning, but we don’t have enough to hold him. Certainly not enough to arrest him at this point. His father’s fancy lawyers would have anything we gathered tossed out of court.”

“But if we could arrest him—”

“We could get our own DNA sample to compare to the hair we found at the clearing.” Thatcher nodded. “Yeah, I thought of that already.”

“So what next?” Neil asked, practically vibrating, charged up and ready to pounce.

“See if we can’t more closely link Rudy to the trouble at the school or Jenna’s car tonight. Stay back for now, Davies. Let’s let the locals do their job and see where we come out.”

Neil bit his cheek. “I’ll stay back for now.”
From Parker
, he thought,
but not from Jenna.