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Authors: Diane Capri,J Carson Black,Carol Davis Luce,M A Comley,Cheryl Bradshaw,Aaron Patterson,Vincent Zandri,Joshua Graham,J F Penn,Michele Scott,Allan Leverone,Linda S Prather

Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, #Mystery, #Thrillers

BOOK: Deadly Dozen: 12 Mysteries/Thrillers
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Carl didn’t wait for him to get up, but reached down and grabbed him again by the shirtfront. Picking him up, he threw Rob across the room. “Want to die? Is that it, Rob? Want to sit on your ass and drown in your fucking whiskey?”

“Hey, Carl, wait. I …”

Rob didn’t get the chance to say anything more as Carl slammed a right fist into his stomach. Chuckling, he followed with a left to the chin.

Rob fell to his knees, gagging. He knew the old man was pulling his punches, but still it hurt like hell. And it was pissing him off. Anger ate away at the whiskey-fogged cells of his brain. He shook his head trying to clear the fog. Carl was coming at him again. Raising both hands Rob pleaded with him. “Wait a minute, dammit. At least tell me what the hell you’re mad about.”

Carl chuckled again. “Mad? Hell, I ain’t even started getting mad yet. Cory was lucky. Look what she could have wound up with. A sniveling, pant pissing wimp!”

Carl’s grin widened as Rob roared out in anger and pain, coming off his knees and rushing him. He’d finally gotten through the whiskey fog.

Carl allowed Rob to land one punch before he shoved him away, laughing. “That all you got, boy? What a fucking wimp.”

Landing a solid left to the stomach, Carl followed through with a right upper cut and watched as Rob smashed through the coffee table and lay still. “Lights out, partner.”

Carl lit a cigarette and took a long, deep drag before bending over Rob’s prone figure and gently brushing the silvery blond hair out of his eyes. “Shit, you stink,” Carl whispered. Picking Rob up, he headed toward the bathroom.

Rob jumped, sputtering and cursing as the cold water revived him. A huge black hand pressed him into the bathtub. “Sit down and shut up. You smell like a fucking brewery.”

Rob stopped struggling. His head ached, and it wasn’t from the whiskey. The old man hadn’t pulled those last two punches.

“Now, you ready to listen, or do you want to fight some more?” Carl chuckled, the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. He almost hoped Rob would take option two. He hadn’t felt this good since Sharon died.

Rob stayed seated, the cold water pouring over him.

“Good choice, son. Good choice.” Carl stood up and tossed him a towel. “Get cleaned up. I need some coffee.”

Carl had cleaned the kitchen and made a pot of coffee by the time Rob appeared. Rob’s left eye was swelling, and the cut on his lip was still bleeding. “You didn’t have to hit me so damn hard.”

Carl laughed, a deep booming rumble that set off a pounding cadence inside Rob’s head. “Shit, that was just a little love pat. If I’d really wanted to hurt you, you’d still be out.”

Rob knew Carl was telling the truth. Carl Jackson had been the boxing champ at the Bureau for twenty years.

Carl’s voice lowered, turning serious. “Sit down, Rob. I got problems, and I need to know where you stand. If you ain’t got my back, then I need to get a new partner.”

The words cleared the remaining fog from Rob’s brain. Taking the mug of steaming coffee from Carl’s hand, he sat down at the table. His head still pounded, but his eyes were sharp and clear, his voice strong, “I’ve got your back, Carl.”

#

An insistent knocking on the door jarred Gavin from the edge of sleep. A quick glance at his watch told him it was only 6:00 p.m. He considered ignoring the knock, but realized it was becoming more insistent. Raking a hand through his hair, he cursed as he stalked to the door and jerked it open.

“Mr. McAllister?”

Gavin didn’t recognize the woman, but he knew the type. Royalty among commoners. The gleaming amber hair was perfectly coiffed. Makeup a little too perfect, lips a little too red. She didn’t wait for an answer, but pushed her way past him into the apartment.

“I’m Claire Nix.”

Gavin knew the name was supposed to mean something to him, but he had no idea why.

“It’s imperative that I speak with you.”

Gavin raised an eyebrow quizzically. Imperative. Nice word. She probably spent hours looking through the dictionary finding words that made her feel a little superior to the rest of the townspeople.

“Ms. Nix …”

“It’s Mrs.,” she huffed. “My husband is the mayor of Glade Springs.”

That explained it. Putting him politely in his place. Gavin could ask her why she was here, but it would be useless. She would tell him, in her own time and her own flamboyant way. Closing the door, he took a seat in the comfortable old armchair, waving a hand to the couch. “Please, Mrs. Nix, have a seat.”

He wasn’t surprised when she peered at the furniture with disdain. Fifth Avenue silk couldn’t sit on anything so cheap.

“I want you to leave Glade Springs, Mr. McAllister. We don’t need your kind here.”

“My kind, Ms. Nix?” Gavin spoke the Ms. With just the right inflection of insolence. Rage began to build inside him.

“Yes. You’re a troublemaker. Look at what’s already happened since you’ve been here. If you leave now, things will go back to normal.”

Gavin sighed. If only it were that simple. Leaving now wouldn’t change anything. Something was wrong with this picture. Mayor’s wife, late call. He needed to think, but his mind was tired, as well as his body.

“Ms. Nix, even if I wanted to leave, I can’t. Sheriff’s orders.”

She snorted contemptuously. “The sheriff will be handled. You just leave.”

Gavin watched as she flounced from the room, slamming the door behind her. Bitch. Cold, callous, calculating bitch. His hands clenched into fists as the rage that had simmered just below the surface since Cory’s death threatened to boil over. He wanted to hit somebody, and Claire Nix was at the top of the list.

 

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“Morning, Sheriff.”

“Good morning, Joshua. What’s going on?”

“Not much. Everything’s quiet. Ran into Edsel last night. Wanted to know about McAllister. I told him McAllister wasn’t really a suspect. He grumbled and left.”

“What do you think?”

Joshua shrugged. Whatever he was thinking, he wasn’t ready to share it. Sarah winced, knowing the distance between them was her fault.

“I sent Thomas out to his place. Told him to keep an eye on things for a while.”

“Thanks,” Sarah whispered. Joshua might not share what he was thinking, but he was on top of what was expected. He could be frustrating, aggravating and damned irritating at times, but Sarah was still glad to have him as her chief deputy. Reaching out, she clasped his shoulder in silent apology. “You’re going to make a good sheriff someday, Joshua.”

“Apology accepted.”

Joshua grinned, that damn know-it-all grin that Sarah had come to anticipate and dread.

“Since things are quiet here, why don’t you run over to Millie’s, have a cup of coffee, spend some time with Nikki?”

Was there anything he didn’t know?

“I think I’ll do just that.” Sarah left, his laughter causing her face to flush.

#

“Mommy!”

Sarah hugged her daughter. Although Nikki had only been gone one night, it seemed much longer. She smiled up at Millie, a silent thank you. Her mind and body had been so tired last night that the thought of taking care of Nikki had overwhelmed her. When Millie had offered to keep her overnight, Sarah had jumped at the chance to get some rest.

“How’s my girl this morning?”

“Millie let me play with the ballerina, and Reverend Cooper brought me a little doll. Want to see?”

Nikki held up a tiny doll with long red hair and soft blue eyes. “It looks like you, Mommy.”

Sarah frowned. The doll did indeed bear a slight resemblance. “Sweetie, why don’t you go play and let Mommy talk to Aunt Millie.”

“Okie, dokie.”

They watched until she was safely out of hearing distance.

“Don’t know, Sarah. He came by early this morning, had a cup of coffee and talked to Nikki for a while. Said he had a present for her, and a few minutes later came in with the doll. Said he’d bought it for his own little girl, but she’d gone away before he had a chance to give it to her.”

Sarah stood open mouthed at Millie’s rambling. She hadn’t asked any questions. Was everyone in Glade Springs psychic?

“Don’t know if I like that man,” Millie continued. “You need a good cup of coffee.”

Sarah nodded. That seemed to be all she could do lately, as words failed her. The doll had upset her more than she wanted to let on. She’d never met the minister or his wife. As far as she knew, he’d never seen her. So how did he come up with a doll with red hair and blue eyes?

Millie returned, interrupting her thoughts.

“Man of God shouldn’t look quite so handsome if you ask me. And he’s got black eyes.” Millie picked up the conversation where she’d left off.

“What? An accident, someone hit him?” Sarah had been trying to follow the conversation but felt lost.

Millie rolled her eyes toward the heavens. “No, not black eyes. Black eyes.”

“Oh.”

“Humph, can’t get through to anybody anymore. Whole world has lost its common sense. You’ve got green eyes, I’ve got gray eyes. His eyes are black.”

“Oh!” This time Sarah understood. Maybe it was time she paid a visit to the new, handsome, black-eyed minister.

“You be careful, Sarah. Something about that man I don’t like.” A delitescent evil, Millie thought.

The door opened, and they both turned as Gavin McAllister stopped just inside the doorway. His eyes darkened and Sarah noted the clench of his jaw muscles. It was apparent he wasn’t any happier to see her than she was to see him. Sarah broke the eye contact first, and with a quick wave to Millie, acknowledging the warning, brushed past Gavin without a word.

#

Sarah rammed the Explorer into gear, her foot heavy on the gas pedal, her thoughts jumbled and confused. She hadn’t even said goodbye to Nikki. The darkening of the whiskey brown eyes had sparked the passion that lurked just beneath the surface of her calm exterior. Lust. That’s all it was. Pure and simple lust. She ached to reach out and touch the tanned arms, feel the muscles that had rippled underneath the cream shirt when he’d stepped aside and opened the door for her. “Slut,” Sarah muttered.

The church came into view, and Sarah breathed deeply, calming her tattered emotions. She hadn’t been to church in years. She’d missed it at first, but then slowly came to accept it. It would be hard to sit in a pew and pray, knowing her life was a lie. God knew the truth, but still she felt sinful. One day, maybe soon, she could stop lying and start living a normal life.

Parking near the church, Sarah admired the flowers growing along the walkway to the parsonage. Evidently, Mrs. Cooper had a green thumb. Sarah remembered her last conversation with the woman. This time would be different. Exiting the vehicle, Sarah walked the short distance to the parsonage, her stride purposeful, determined. Ignoring the doorbell, she rapped on the door.

“Yes?”

The woman was definitely not what Sarah had expected for a minister’s wife. Bleached, frizzy hair surrounded a timeworn face that echoed long nights, rough living, and alcohol. Her veiled blue eyes revealed nothing, but Sarah noticed the slight tremble of her hand on the door.

“Mrs. Cooper, I’m Sheriff Burns.”

“I know who you are.”

“Could I come in? I’d like to speak with Reverend Cooper for a moment.”

The veil over her eyes lifted slightly, replaced by grim shadows. A glimmer of fear.

“He’s in prayer.”

The door started to close. “I just wanted to thank him.”

Mrs. Cooper hesitated a brief second, the slight tremor of her hand escalating, causing the door to visibly shake. “I’ll tell him,” she hissed, and slammed the door in Sarah’s face.

“Of all the rude …” Sarah sputtered, tempted to kick the door down. The woman was impossible. Sarah raised her hand to knock again, but stopped herself. It was clear Mrs. Cooper was afraid of her husband. And her fear of him was stronger than her fear of the sheriff. Sarah made a mental note to run a background check on the couple as she stalked to the Explorer. It was apparent she wasn’t going to be meeting the handsome, black-eyed minister today. Millie had said she wasn’t sure she liked the man. Sarah didn’t know about the Reverend, but she was developing a strong dislike for Mrs. Cooper. Buckling her seat belt, Sarah sat for a moment, pulling her thoughts together. The radio crackled.

“Sheriff.”

“Sarah, we’ve got another body.” Joshua’s voice was ragged, unspoken emotion crackled across the wires, opening the door Sarah had fought so hard to close. Sarah forgot the Coopers as she sped to town, Joshua’s words echoing in her mind in perfect rhythm with the rapid beating of her heart.
We’ve got another body.

#

Rob looked up as the door opened, irritated by the interruption. The chief had saddled him with an inordinate amount of paperwork. Penance.

Carl chuckled, aware of his partner’s irritation. He was glad to have things back to normal.

“Good news and bad news.”

Rob groaned. “Give me the good news first.”

“I got that fingerprint check Gavin asked for.”

“Who is she?” Rob perked up.

“Sarah McKnight. Used to be a DC police officer. Disappeared from the system about six years ago after turning her partner in for rape.”

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