Broken Vows Mystery 03-In Sickness and in Death (17 page)

“And you came to save me.”

He blushed and refused to meet my eyes. “Yeah.”

I looked down at my hands. The cell phone was still clutched in one hand, my purse in the other. “But I have the car keys.”

He nodded.

“Danny, did you hotwire this car?”

He didn’t respond, but his eyes shifted about as though looking for escape.

“You know how to hotwire cars?”

A tentative nod told me he did.

“What else do you know how to do, Danny?”

He bit his lip and considered for a moment before replying. “I can jimmy a car door and pick a lock.”

“Did your dad teach you all that?”

His eyes grew proud. “A man has to have some skills.”

I grinned. “Is that what your father says?”

“Yeah.”

“Next time you see him, you tell him I’m not sure what he was thinking when he taught you all that, but I’m sure glad he did.”

Danny beamed with pride. “Okay, I’ll tell him.”

“Ma’am? MA’AM?”

I glanced at my cell phone in surprise. The 911 operator was still with us, just as she promised.

I raised the phone to my ear. “Yes?”

“The Wachobe police chief and your husband are now on the scene. They want you to meet them there. It’s all clear.”

“Did they make an arrest?”

“No, ma’am. The suspect appears to have fled.”

“Okay, thank you.” I ended the call and flipped my phone shut. “We have to go back.”

Danny’s hands slid under the wheel column.

I pulled the car keys from my purse. “I think you better let me drive.”

____

Danny and I stood in the sun making our statements to the police chief and Ray while a team from the sheriff’s office dug the bullets out of the cars, picked up the others, and plotted trajectories. Whoever it was must have been following me. I hadn’t notice a tail, but then, I hadn’t looked either. He could have been the worst tail in the world, and I never would have known he was there. They concluded the shooter had been in the trees in front of my Lexus. Unable to get a clear shot with my trunk open, he’d taken a shot as soon as I stopped in front of the cart corral.

Lucky for me, his aim was off.

Danny didn’t want to talk when we got in the Lexus to drive home, which was fine with me because all my thoughts ended in, “Oh my God, someone tried to kill me.”

Even though I had a trunk full of groceries, Ray offered to order pizza. He must have figured I couldn’t cook since my hands were still shaking.

While we waited for the pizza, I went into the bedroom to change my clothes. My new tan dress pants were ruined with black grease marks and a tear in the knee. It was a small price to pay for my life. Besides, Celeste would be only too happy to sell me another pair, especially if she got to hear about my drama firsthand.

Ray appeared in the closet doorway. “Are you all right?”

“I think I’m still in shock.” I studied his face and couldn’t read it. “Why? What else happened?”

“That’s what I want to know.”

I reached for my dirty stretch pants. “I’m not following you.”

“I saw your sister’s car at The Lincoln House. You didn’t tell me it had a dent in it.”

Uh, oh. I hadn’t told Ray about the damaged cars because I knew he’d be unhappy with Danny and with me for taking him to visit his father when he should have been disciplined for his actions on Thanksgiving night instead.

I pulled on the stretch pants, trying to think of an explanation that wouldn’t make Ray angry. Nothing came to me, so I told him the truth about Danny stealing Erica’s car and backing into Brennan Rowe’s. “Cory can fix both cars. Like you said, Danny’s impulsive.”

“Let me make sure I have the story straight.” He folded his arms. “Danny stole Erica’s car to go see his dad, backed out of the driveway, smashed into Brennan’s car, then the snowbank, and you took him to see his dad as a reward.”

“Not as a reward. As a stress-reliever. He’s twelve. He misses his dad. You can understand that, can’t you, Ray?”

Ray’s eyelids flickered. He’d lost his dad, a firefighter, when he was a teenager. While his father’s death had occurred due to a heroic effort to save a family of four from their burning home, it hadn’t lessened the pain for Ray and his family.

He cleared his throat. “At first, when I saw Erica’s car, I thought someone might have attacked her, too. You should have told me what happened. We’re supposed to be a team when it comes to Danny, Jolene. You can’t keep things from me. I have to know what’s going on. And we have to discipline him. He can’t just steal a car, smash up two, and have no consequences.”

“Okay, but today, he really came through for me.” Even though I’d told him not to drive any more cars without a license, I would never consent to disciplining him for ignoring my direction now.

Ray’s lips twitched. “He did, didn’t he?”

I smiled. “He did.”

We both started to laugh. Ray stepped inside the closet and closed the door behind him. “He’s something else, isn’t he?”

“He is. He is.” I laughed so hard that tears came to my eyes.

Ray pulled me into his arms. “Gotta love a kid like that.” He met my gaze and held it.

Then he whispered, “He saved you.”

The laughter left me in an instant. “He did, Ray.”

A flame flickered in his eyes. He bent to kiss me.

As his lips brushed mine, I felt a familiar tingle. It built into a slow burn. My tongue entwined with his as I molded my body to his, frustrated not to be closer.

He must have shared my frustrations because seconds later my back was against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist, as he fought with his zipper.

A knock sounded on the closet door.

Ray whipped his head up and growled, “Yes?”

Danny’s voice came from the other side. “The pizza’s here. I need twenty bucks.”

When the last slice
of pizza disappeared, Ray took the empty box and threw it on the breakfast counter. Then he hitched his chair closer to the table and fixed his gaze on Danny.

Danny didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy watching the clock. “Am I still going to be able to visit my dad tonight?”

I held my breath and prayed. Say “yes,” Ray, say “yes.”

Ray glanced at the clock over the stove. It read quarter to seven. “Visiting hours are from seven to nine weeknights. We can still make it, but, first, we have to talk.”

Danny tried to read his face and failed. “I’m sorry about the fight at school.”

“We can talk about that later. Right now I want to talk about Thanksgiving night when you smashed Erica’s and Brennan’s cars.”

Danny swallowed. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t enough, Danny. You have to take responsibility for your actions. Jolene and I have talked it over. You need to pay for the damages to those vehicles, at least the insurance deductibles. You’re going to have to work at Jolene’s sports car boutique after school, helping Cory with the repairs and anything else he or Jolene ask you to do.”

My mouth dropped open. We had no such discussion. This was Ray at his best, solving the problem and making decisions for me. “Ahh …”

Ray paid no attention to me. “Are we agreed, Danny?”

“Yes, sir.”

My lips compressed into a thin line of anger. If Ray had asked me, I would have told him how Danny felt about Cory and the complications that might arise from forcing them to work together. Now I would have to deal with that, too.

Ray patted Danny on the shoulder. “Good. Do you have any homework tonight?”

“Just one math sheet.”

“Get it done by seven-thirty, and we’ll head over to the jail.”

As soon as Danny left the room, I whacked Ray on the arm and hissed, “We never talked about any of that. You’re sticking me with him again.”

“Remember that the next time you forget to inform me about Danny’s behavior.”

Why did I feel like I was being disciplined too? “Fine. Then you can take him to school tomorrow and deal with Mrs. Travis.”

“I’m planning on it. I want to get a look at this kid who called me a pig. He bears watching.” Ray wiggled his eyebrows.

When I didn’t laugh, Ray reached over and took my hand in his. “Let’s talk some more about who might have wanted to take a shot at you this afternoon. Have you been pissing off anybody besides me lately?” He smiled to take the edge off his words.

I pulled my hand from his anyway. “I don’t know, Ray. I’ve been asking around town about Maury Boor. No one admitted to knowing anything about him, but maybe they were lying.”

Ray let out a heavy breath. “I took his picture into The Cat’s Meow and showed it to the staff. He’s been in there before, but none of them remembered if he was there on Josie … Jessica James’ last night.”

“Were any of them receiving roses from him?”

“No.”

“Other women at In-house Textiles did. He had them all pretty freaked out.”

“Their HR manager mentioned that when I spoke to her.” Ray rubbed his forehead. The lines on it seemed deeper than a few months ago. Had I contributed to the tension that caused them? When had he started looking so tired?

I grabbed his hand as he lowered it to the table and held on tight.

He glanced at me, seeming both surprised and pleased. “Maury resigned two weeks ago. He just finished out the month to get a few more dollars in vacation pay. He’d only worked there since August anyway.”

“Did he get another job?”

“She didn’t know. He gave his two weeks’ notice and left. I got the impression they were glad to see him go, considering his effect on the women in the office.”

“I’m surprised they didn’t fire him.”

“They had reassigned him to a territory that required him to come in early to get the deliveries. That way he didn’t see any of the women. The HR manager said that made most of the problem disappear.

“The Buffalo PD stopped by the address listed on his registration. It’s a furnished apartment. The landlord hadn’t seen Maury in a week or so, but the rent is paid up through today. He promised to call if Maury showed up.”

I stifled a sigh. “So we’re no closer to finding Maury or Erica.”

“I’m afraid not.”

“What about Jessica James’ body?”

Ray squeezed my hand. “It’s hunting season. We’re hoping someone will stumble over her.”

I got a visual of that in my head. A bit of bile burned the back of my throat.

Danny appeared behind Ray wearing his jacket. “I finished my homework.”

Ray slapped his hands on the table and rose to his full and intimidating height. “Then let’s go.”

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I sat down and tried to concentrate on reading the newspaper, but the words blurred and jumbled in my mind. Ray’s question came back to haunt me. Who had I pissed off this week?

If Maury Boor had made off with my sister for either good or nefarious purposes, he might not like to have me hot on his trail. But which of the many people I’d spoken to about him had leaked my questions back to him? No one had really had a kind word for him. It was hard to imagine any of them secretly passing information about my visit on to him. Still, stranger things have happened. Or maybe Erica had told him I would never rest until I found her. Maybe Maury thought he’d put me to rest instead.

I rose and closed the living room shutters. No sense making a target of myself.

I dropped back onto the sofa.

My only other new acquaintance this week was Leslie Flynn. From all appearances, she now loved me. She had a new style, more confidence, and no further interest in purchasing a Caterham at this time. All that and I hadn’t even charged her a penny. In fact, I bought her lunch. Although I never sold her anything, I’d list her as a satisfied customer. Surely she wasn’t mad at me for talking her out of buying a Caterham.

But I had asked her about her brother and if he knew Jessica James a.k.a. Josie Montalvo. She never got back to me on that question. What if she had asked her brother and mentioned my name during the course of the conversation? Would he come after me for some unknown reason? It seemed strange he would run from me in the grocery store then come back to shoot at me. Could he have a connection to Jessica James’ death? He was known to frequent The Cat’s Meow. I would have to ask Ray if he could get Leslie’s brother’s DMV picture to show the girls who worked there. Maybe he’d been one of the men Jessica had arranged to meet outside of work.