I'll Never Let You Go (Morgans of Nashville) (19 page)

“You’ve got my files. I don’t remember names, but there was an adviser at school who went out of her way to help her.”

Alex rustled through the case file. “Dr. Susan Miller was her adviser. That her?”

“She’s the one. Give her a call.”

Alex hung up and dialed Dr. Miller’s cell. On the third ring, there was a breathless, “Hello.”

“Dr. Miller?”

“Yes.”

“This is Agent Alex Morgan with the Tennessee Bureau of Investigation.”

“It’s after ten, Agent Morgan.”

“I’m sorry for the late hour.” He explained the reason for the call.

“Leah Carson.” In the background, he could hear pots and pans rattling and water running. The water turned off and the pots stilled. “She was one of my favorite students. Smart. Great with animals. Is this about her ex-husband?”

“Yes.”

“Why’re you asking? God, he made her life awful. I hope he’s burning in hell.”

Fury had him sitting straighter. “What was she like before the troubles?”

“Lots of fun, outgoing. She had to delay leaving for Knoxville for a year so she took a couple of courses here. After the attack, she changed. Became very guarded and withdrawn. But you have to understand, she endured a brutal attack. Post-traumatic stress would be a normal reaction.”

“She still has scars. Keeps her journal.”

She released a weary sigh. “I went to see her in the hospital after the attack. The plastic surgeon did a great job stitching her up, but she still looked like Frankenstein.”

Alex shifted in his seat, trying to connect the woman he’d met a week ago with the woman who’d been so brutally attacked. He’d thought her odd initially, aloof and standoffish. Now, when he considered the attack, he had nothing but pure respect for her.

“During that last summer school session, after the attack, a boy in class who didn’t know her history jumped out and surprised her. She grabbed her textbook and hit him hard in the face. She would have hit him a second time but he fell to the floor.”

A smile flickered. “Did he file charges?”

“Not after I explained her history. But he walked one hell of a wide circle around her after that.”

“Any other incidents?”

“Not that I saw.”

“Thanks, Dr. Miller. I appreciate the insight.”

Alex hung up and immediately dialed a contact in South Carolina.

Chapter Thirteen

 

He arrived at the humane society kennel just as it was opening. The mornings, he learned, could be chaotic there. Dogs being dropped off. Dogs needing feeding and walking. Deliveries. It was a busy time.

He pushed through the front door, wrinkling his nose at the smell of animal urine. Dogs weren’t his favorite. They were demanding emotionally and needed lots of care. Cats were more to his taste. They took care of themselves and didn’t need constant attention. His wife had always wanted a black Lab and had mentioned it when they’d been together. Of course with their busy lives, there hadn’t been time for a dog so he’d refused to allow one.

That had been a mistake. Maybe if he’d said yes to the dog, she’d have been happier, wouldn’t have been so discontented. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

The lady behind the counter looked up through horn-rimmed glasses. A rubber band bound dark graying hair in a loose ponytail that allowed wisps of hair to frame a very round face.

“I’d like to look at the dogs,” he said. “My wife wants a black Lab.”

The woman rose, revealing a blousy peasant top worn over faded jeans that covered a very wide set of hips. He wasn’t a fan of overweight figures, and when his wife splurged on ice cream or chocolate, he was always quick to joke about her clothes getting too tight. He’d never teased her out of meanness. He’d only reminded her of what she ate because he knew she was aware of her figure and would have been upset if she’d put on a few pounds.

“You specifically want a black Lab?”

He smiled. “Well, that’s the kind of dog she always talked about. She likes to take walks, and I know Labs need a lot of exercise.” He extended his hand. “My name is Brian Lawrence.”

“Hey, Brian. My name is Betty. I’m the morning manager.”

He glanced at the clock. “I know you just opened. I bet you haven’t had your coffee yet.”

“I’ll delay the coffee for a dog.”

He rubbed his hands together. “So what do I need to do?”

“Let’s have a look at the dogs, and if you see one that might work in your family, we’ll talk about the paperwork.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

He followed her down a tiled hallway. Green hospital walls were covered in a collection of photographs featuring all kinds of dogs and cats. A Lab shepherd mix. A dachshund mix. A tabby cat with a bent ear. A collection of white furry puppies. Happy and upbeat, they made him feel better about his decision to get a dog. He imagined the look on his wife’s face when he surprised her with the dog.

Betty pushed through a swinging door and they entered a long room lined with cages on the right and left. Barking dogs and meowing cats filled the sterile room. The floor was tile, easily hosed down, and the walls were painted a mint green. The animal smell was strong.

“So you only want a Lab? Because we have some very cute animals here today. We don’t have a Lab, but you might be surprised by the friendly dogs we do have.”

He nearly refused, but then reminded himself that he needed to be more flexible. More open-minded. She would’ve loved any dog. Any animal. “Let’s see what you have.”

As they moved down the row of cages, Betty paused and spoke lovingly to the dogs. Most rushed to the front of the cage and licked her fingertips, eager for her attention. He smiled at the animals, but his smile wasn’t genuine. He found the dogs, especially the puppies, to be a bit annoying and dreaded the idea of coming home to one each day. Still, he kept smiling, even petted a couple of animals so Betty wouldn’t think him odd. He was supposed to be an animal lover.

Finally, at the end of the row, he spotted a medium-sized black dog. It didn’t rush to the front of the cage but didn’t cower in the corner either. It eyed him with an all-seeing gaze that made him stop. He sensed, as the creature looked at him, that it knew his secrets, knew he’d done bad things.

“You like this one?” Betty asked.

He tore his gaze from the dog. “Yeah, I think I do.”

“Are you interested in adoption?”

“I think so.” He turned away from the cage.

“It’s a female. Her name is Charlie. She’s nine months old but still needs to be spayed.”

“Okay. What does that mean?”

“The Nelson Animal Hospital does our spaying for us. We would drop her off there, and once the surgery is done and she’s had time to recover, you could pick her up.”

“The Nelson Animal Hospital?”

“It’s run by a nice guy and his new associate, Dr. Carson, who’s a real charmer.”

“Okay. You said something about paperwork?”

“Right out front.”

He glanced back at Charlie. She stared at him with those guarded brown eyes, and he found himself growing leery of the animal. She wasn’t dumb. She didn’t rush up to anyone. She was selective. He knelt down and extended his fingers through the cage. Slowly, she approached and licked his fingers.

He smiled. “I think she likes me. Can I hold her?”

“Sure.”

Betty unlatched the cage and allowed the dog out. She moved toward Brian and allowed him to pet her. She ducked her head and wagged her tail before slowly moving closer.

“She trusts me.”

“She’s a slow one to warm up. I suspect she’ll be a one-owner dog. Very loyal.”

He scratched the mutt between the ears. “I like that.”

Out front, the bells on the door rang, signaling that someone else had entered the shelter. Betty frowned. “I need to check on that.”

“Go ahead. Charlie and I are just spending a little quality time together.”

“I can’t leave you alone with the dogs.”

Voices out front grew louder. “Sounds like you might have trouble.”

Betty glanced between the front door and him, as if making a decision. He grinned. She smiled back. “I’ll be right back.”

“We’ll be waiting.” He rubbed Charlie between the ears. “We’ll be waiting, won’t we, girl?”

Betty hurried up front, and as she vanished around the corner his gaze faded. “Charlie, I don’t know about you, but I want out of this place.” Ears back, she licked his face.

He glanced to the back of the hallway and the emergency exit. “What say we get the hell out of here?”

He could hear Betty’s voice rising, as did the other two voices. “Don’t worry about that. I paid those guys making the noise to make a fuss. We don’t need anyone telling us when you can leave with me.”

He picked up the dog, which tucked nicely under his arm, and strode toward the back door. No alarm sounded as he opened the door and moved at a steady, even pace, all the while scratching Charlie’s head. She was wagging her tail by the time they got to his truck. He settled her on blankets he’d arranged on the front passenger seat and quickly started the car. He drove off, glancing in his rearview mirror and catching the reflection of Betty standing at the emergency door, searching for them.

He started to whistle. “I can’t wait for you to meet Leah. She’s gonna love you.”

Charlie looked up at him and wagged her tail. Her pure love and devotion bolstered him like a tonic. “You’re a good girl. And I like you.”

She wagged her tail.

“But you’ve got a job to do, little lady. You’ve got to make Leah fall in love with you.”

She barked, with excitement.

“She’s gotta fall for you, hook, line, and sinker and when she does, then I’m gonna test that love, use that love.” Gently, he rubbed her between the ears, and when he spoke, his tone was gentle. “I’m counting on the fact that she’ll crumble when she sees me holding a knife to your throat.”

The dog edged closer to him, and he allowed her to sit beside him. “Yes, ma’am, you’re gonna work out just fine.”

It took a few phone calls to track down the man who’d last worked with Latimer as a partner. Gary Gilbert was a uniformed officer who, today, had been assigned the East Nashville beat. Alex called his sergeant and arranged to meet the officer in a coffee shop.

When Alex arrived, the officer was sitting in his car outside the shop, the motor running. When he saw Alex he frowned, shut off the engine, and got out.

Alex extended his hand to the man, who reluctantly took it. “Officer Gilbert.”

“Agent Morgan.” Gilbert appeared to be in his late twenties. His build was slim and his hair dark, but his eyes held the wariness of a man who’d seen more than most. “I understand you have questions about Philip Latimer.”

“That’s correct. I was told you were his last partner before he tried to kill his wife.”

Gilbert rested his hands on his hips. “That’s right.”

“What can you tell me about the man?”

“I was a rookie when I was partnered with him. He was good to me.”

“I’m more concerned with how he treated his wife.” Experience kept his tone neutral.

As Gilbert shifted, the leather of his gun belt creaked. “He loved her.”

Alex dropped his voice a notch as he clung to the reins of his anger. “He stabbed her twenty-three times. If you’ve never seen the crime scene photos, I’d be glad to share.”

Gilbert paled. “That’s not necessary.”

“Tell me about Latimer.”

The officer glanced from side to side, clearly wrestling with loyalty to a fellow officer and what needed to be said. “After she left him, he couldn’t stop talking about her. He became obsessed.”

“He stalked her.”

“He never talked about that stuff in front of me, but there were plenty of times he’d call her while we were on a lunch or dinner break. His messages never sounded threatening.”

“What would he say to her?”

“That he was thinking about her. That he loved her.”

“Did you know what he was planning?”

“Shit no.” The words blasted out, as if fired from a gun.

“He gave me the impression they were gonna renew their vows on their anniversary.” He shook his head. “He told me they had a special date planned. He took the night off. Was excited.” The officer met Alex’s gaze, all traces of annoyance gone. “If I’d have known what he was planning, I would have reported him. I met his wife a couple of times, and I liked her. She was nice. How’s she doing?”

“Remarkably well. She’s a vet now.”

That prompted a smile. “She was planning to go to school before he attacked her. I never heard. Glad to know she’s doing well.” He tapped an index finger on his belt. “Why all these questions after all this time? Latimer died in a car accident.”

“That’s what the reports say.”

“What’s that mean?”

“He was a smart guy, from what I’ve gathered.”

“Yeah, real smart.”

“Could he have faked his death?”

Nervous laughter burst from Gilbert. “Yeah, I suppose. Do you think he’s still alive?”

“I have no idea.” He relaxed his stance, shrugging as if he’d tossed a Hail Mary pass. “Just following up on a longshot, crazy idea. I follow all the leads, even the odd ones.”

Gilbert adjusted his hat. “I attended his funeral. A lot of cops did. We all agreed he’d lost his shit that night when he went after his wife, but he’d been a good cop. He’d saved a couple of guys, made clean busts, was well respected on the streets.”

“I never questioned his work as a cop. It was exemplary until his commander threatened him with suspension after Leah Carson filed the restraining order. I’m here about the man, the husband.”

A cold wind blew, making the officer turn away from the chill. “He didn’t have much family. A grandmother and a cousin, and there was Leah and the force. Losing either Leah or both would have been a hell of a blow.”

“And he’d have done anything to keep both.”

After a wary hesitation, he nodded. “Yeah.”

 

 

When Leah got out of surgery it was late in the day, and her back ached. It had been a tough surgery she’d assisted with Dr. Nelson. She checked her phone and noted a missed call and voice mail from Alex. She hit Play as she stretched backward and forward. “Leah, I want to talk to you about the case. I have more questions.”

She lowered the phone from her ear and hit Redial, quickly finding herself in his voice mail. “Alex, returning your call. Leah.”

“So, what’re your plans for tonight?” Gail asked.

“After we close up here, I’m headed home. Hot bath.”

“Ordering in?”

“No. I’m not a fan of takeout.”

Gail laughed. “Good Lord, why? I would have starved to death years ago if not for the pizza place near me.”

“I like to cook.” Sort of true, but she really didn’t like having delivery people showing up at her front door. Even if she were expecting them, they were strangers, wearing uniforms and ball caps that hid their faces too easily.

“What’re you cooking?”

“I went to the market on Sunday. I’ll likely make a minestrone soup.” She fished her phone out of her purse and saw that David had texted. W
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