Her Texas Ranger Hero (4 page)

“Shot in the back.”

“Probably trying to escape a situation she couldn't bear a second longer.”

“No doubt,” he muttered. “Ally? Are you free for a while longer?”

His question quickened her pulse. Whether he'd asked her that because of the case or for another reason, it didn't matter. She didn't want to have to say goodbye to him this morning. “Yes.”

“Will you follow me to the morgue? I want to show you the dress from the evidence room. I hope it won't distress you too much, but something you said about this woman being of the higher class has given me an idea I want to explore.”

Ally didn't have to think. “I've wanted to see the real article all along.”

“It's not a pretty sight.”

“I'm not worried about that. After what that girl went through, if there's anything I can do to help you find her killer and have her body shipped back to her parents, I'll do it.” But identifying her sounded next to impossible.

He gave Ally the address in case they got separated, then slid out of her car and got into a Volvo parked at the other end of the lot. Her heart pounded against her rib cage all the way downtown, where she parked her car next to his in front of the coroner's office.

Luckey's eyes searched hers with concern after she got out. “Are you sure you're all right doing this?”

“Positive. During the years I helped my mother gather statistics, we always felt so helpless. But today I'm going to be doing something useful. You don't know what a good feeling that is.”

“Actually I
do
,” he said in his deep, attractive voice.

Of course he did, and she admired him for it.

Luckey accompanied her inside and introduced her to the coroner. “Dr. Duncan is the Chinese expert I needed for this case. Could we see inside the evidence box again?”

Dr. Wolff told them to go into his private office while he retrieved it. It wasn't long before he returned with a box of plastic gloves and another, larger box.

After they'd both donned their gloves, Luckey took off the lid of the evidence box and gently removed the garment. As he handed it to her, she saw the hole made in the back. “When you're ready to tell me anything and everything you can about the dress, I'll record you.”

After studying the writing on the inside, she laid it out on the table and nodded to him. “This is a cheongsam, actually the term for a man's mandarin-style robe. Over the years it became the name of a body-hugging, one-piece women's dress that features a frog, which is a knob of intricately knotted strings. It has two big openings at either side of the hems for convenient movement, and it is often buttoned on the right side, but not always.

“The cheongsam comes in various styles based on differences in the shapes of the collar, the length of the openings, hem and the width of the sleeves. The embroidery might show a peony, a lotus flower, a dragon or fish.”

Ally darted him a glance. “
This
garment is made of very expensive embroidered silk with fine gold threading, and belongs to a woman from a highborn family. The design depicts a lotus, which symbolizes purity.”

Luckey eyed her intently. “Do you think that aspect is significant?”

“It could be.” She smoothed the material between her fingers. “A fabric like this in pale pink is normally worn by a slim young woman, because it wouldn't look as good on a heavier woman. The hem is knee length. The short, tight sleeve indicates this female has slender arms. See this collar? It's midsize because the woman wearing this has a shorter neck. A taller woman would wear a higher collar.”

“Amazing,” Luckey murmured.

“The hem is midlength. Notice that the slits are just high enough to allow leg movement, indicating modesty. The dress is formfitting to reveal beautiful posture and feminine curves, and exude an air of elegance and grace.” Ally stopped talking and looked up at him. “That's all the information I can think of.”

He shook his head and turned off the recorder. “You sound like a forensics expert. I'm in awe of your knowledge. Do you have any idea where this cheongsam would have been purchased?”

“It was probably made by a seamstress for the family. If the embroidery is in the Xiang style, then it might have been bought at a high-end silk merchant in Jiangyong County or Yongzhou City itself.”

Luckey got up from the table. “Excuse me for a minute. I'll be right back.” A few minutes later he returned with the coroner, who'd brought another box with him.

“I've asked him to let you look at the clothes of the Indonesian woman.” He undid the lid and pulled out an embroidered blouse. “Can you tell me anything about this?”

Ally examined it. “My friend Soo-Lin could. She and I occasionally saw an Indonesian girl at the university wearing a tight-fitting lace blouse like this with a long skirt. I remember she called it a kebaya.”

Luckey nodded to the older man, who carried a pair of scissors. He cut a three-by-three-inch swatch from the backs of both outfits. “There you go.” He returned the clothes to the boxes and walked out with them and the glove carton.

The Ranger wore a satisfied expression. “I've got my samples.”

“I didn't know you could do that to evidence.”

“You can't.”

Ally averted her eyes. “Unless you're you.” Because he was the best of the best.

“The next thing I need to do is track down these materials. I can't thank you enough for what you've done.”

“I feel the same way about you working on this case, so we're even.”
Don't just sit here, Ally.
She checked her watch. “I'd better get going.”

He pulled a business card from his pocket. After writing a phone number on the back, he handed it to her. “Ring me at either number if any other thoughts come to your mind that could help this case.”

“I will, I promise.”

The card with his cell phone number burned a hole in her palm. She hurried out of the office to the car, and once safely inside, looked at the card in detail. When working on a case, did he give everyone who helped him his cell number?

She drove away wishing he'd made some suggestion about seeing her again. A man like him came along only once in a lifetime. But even if he was free to date, what were the odds of him pursuing her while he was in deep, looking for a possible serial killer?

When she got home, Ally went upstairs to her room. Her parents were out, which made it the perfect time to write a letter to Soo-Lin. After grabbing a notebook and pen, Ally stretched out on her bed to read her friend's letter again before answering it. When she came to the part about Yu Tan, a cold, clammy sensation crept through her body, making her feel ill.

Three weeks ago their sixteen-year-old daughter, Yu Tan, didn't come home from school. One of her friends said she ran off with a man from a disco club in the city, where she often went dancing without permission. I don't believe it. Yu Tan is a sweet, well-brought-up young woman with plans to make the Olympic team and go to college. She's won all kinds of awards in gymnastics.

As Ally continued to read Soo-Lin's concerns about Yu Tan's disappearance, that sickness grew, until she slid off the bed to look for her purse. Inside was the card Luckey had given her with his phone number.

Maybe there was no connection between the words she'd just read and the case that Luckey was working on, but she needed to get his permission to discuss this with her parents. The news in Soo-Lin's letter had struck too close to home.

* * *

L
UCKEY
LEFT
THE
morgue with the swatches of material in his pocket and headed for the office. On his way down the hall he was relieved to see Cy coming out of the lunchroom with a mug of coffee. There was no one he'd rather talk with about this case than him. “Ranger Vance, as I live and breathe!”

Cy saw him and grinned. “Where have you been for the last couple of weeks?”

“You don't want to hear about it.”

“Actually, I already did. TJ spread the word that you nailed those three felons. Grab some coffee and come in my office so we can play catch-up.”

Luckey didn't need to be persuaded. In less than a minute he was sitting across from Cy at his friend's desk and sipping the hot liquid. “How's the baby?”

“She's a heartbreaker, like Kellie.”

“Another champion barrel racer?”

“Maybe.” He eyed Luckey. “But the important question is, how's your personal life?”

He'd been concentrating so hard on thinking about Ally Duncan, the question took him by surprise.

Cy's eyes narrowed. “What's this? Silence from our dedicated bachelor?”

After a pause he said, “Do you remember the day you bumped into Kellie outside the radio station in Bandera?”

“What kind of a question is that? You know damn well it was the greatest day of my life.” His friend studied him. “Okay, buddy. You're setting me up for something. Out with it.”

“I had a similar experience yesterday.”

“Yeah?” Cy broke into a smile that lit up his face. “I guess I don't need to ask if she's drop-dead gorgeous.”

“Nope.”

He let out a yelp that filled the room and jumped out of his chair to slap Luckey on the shoulder. In the process he set down his mug so hard some of his coffee spilled. “I knew it had to happen sooner or later! Wait till the guys hear about this. What's her name?”

“Dr. Duncan.”

“That has a nice ring. Where did this encounter happen?”

“At the university. She was coming out of her office and we...collided.”

Cy chuckled. “I can relate and haven't been the same since. What were you doing there?”

“I needed to find an expert in Chinese to help me on my new case.”

His brows lifted. “She teaches Chinese?”

“Yup. She went to the morgue with me to identify the writing on some fabric.” He pulled an evidence bag from his pocket that held the samples of embroidered silk and lace. “You're looking at some swatches that are going to crack it.”

“So the morgue was your first date?”

“Nope. We had breakfast at the Magnolia Café first.”

“You're a dark horse, you know that?” His friend rolled his eyes. “So she's a knockout and she speaks Chinese. There's only one more important question to ask. Does she ride?”

Luckey burst into laughter. “She lives on her family's ranch, so I'm assuming as much.”

“Three out of three. Now you've got my attention.” Cy walked back to his chair and sat down. “All right. I want you to start over and don't leave anything out.”

“Just remember, I have no idea how she feels about me.”

No sooner had he spoken than his cell phone rang. Luckey pulled it out of his pocket and checked the caller ID. He couldn't believe it. Needing privacy, Luckey got up from the chair and walked out into the hall. He clicked on. “Ally?”

“Hi. Forgive me for bothering you when I know how busy you are, but I need to discuss something really important with you. Can we meet again?”

His heart thundered in his chest. “Where are you?”

“I'm home, but I'd be glad to drive to your office if you're there.”

“How soon can you get here?”

“I'll leave the house now. What's the address?”

He gave her the information. “I'm on the second floor when you come up the stairs. Third door on the left.”

“Thank you. I'll be there shortly.”

After hanging up, he walked back into Cy's office.

“Was that who I think it was?”

Luckey took a deep breath. “Yes. She's on her way here to discuss something important about the case.”

Cy was all smiles as he cleaned up the coffee spill. “Sure she is. What was it you said? Something like ‘I don't know how she feels about me'? She's doing both of us a favor, because I want to get a good look at her.”

Luckey shook his head. “She sounded serious.”

“While you wait for her, tell me why you need a Chinese expert.”

“It's a female trafficking case involving a Chinese victim.”

For the next little while, he told him what he'd uncovered and they talked about possible theories. “I believe the victims are being held here in Houston or Austin or somewhere nearby. I've got to find out where.”

“Don't be afraid to use me if you want help.”

“Thanks, Cy. I might take you up on it.”

He got up and went out into the hall to keep watch for Ally. The office was busy, with lots of staff milling around, but she was impossible to miss when she appeared at the top of the stairs. She was wearing the same outfit she'd worn to breakfast. “You got here fast,” he said, walking toward her.

She sounded a little out of breath. “The traffic cooperated.”

“Come with me.”

Cy had just emerged from his office with the empty coffee mug. Luckey slowed down. “Ally? I'd like you to meet a friend and colleague Cy Vance.”

A smile broke out on her face. “Another famous Ranger. I always wanted to meet one. Now I've met two.” She shook his hand.

“Even if the famous part is fiction, that's the nicest thing anyone has said to us in a long time.” Luckey saw the way Cy's eyes lit up. “It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm on my way for more coffee. Do either of you want some?”

“Not for me, but thank you,” she said.

Luckey flashed him a private glance. “We're good. Talk to you later.” He turned to Ally. “My office is right down here.”

He showed her inside and shut the door. “Have a seat.”

“Thank you for meeting with me again so soon.”

“When I'm on a case, I don't let anything interfere with my work.” Luckey sat down behind his desk. “Tell me what's happened.”

“During the years we lived in China, our family was watched by the Ministry of State Security. The MSS employs a variety of tactics including cyber spying to gain access to sensitive information. They also engage in industrial espionage. Because of this, I was never allowed to use email or the phone.