Pretty Witches All in a Row (37 page)

“Lexi, thank God you’re here, the police won’t do anything at all,” Allie’s face pinched with worry.  While she looked polished as usual in khaki slacks and a pale pink sweater set, as though she’d stepped out of the pages of a Macy’s catalogue, no amount of makeup could hide the dark circles visible under her eyes. 

“Now that’s not what I said, Allie…” the man set down the mug of coffee, returning his attention to Allison.

Surprised by the familiarity between them, Lexi tried to decide what was more unsettling; the fact that the cop knew her sister well enough to call her Allie or the fact that the police were there at all.  “What’s going on?  Did something happen to Chloe?”

“No, she’s at gymnastics.  I thought it would be better to report this when she’s not here.  It’s Neil; he never came home last night.”

Lexi barely caught herself in time before she blurted out
oh, is that all
, mashing her lips together before recovering.  “Well, how long has he been gone?  When’s the last time you saw him?”

“Do you mind if I finish my questions first?” the policeman interrupted with a pained look that made her suppress a smile.

“Sorry, go right ahead Detective…”

“Ryan.  Thank you,” he replied and the name clicked in Lexi’s memory.  Gabriel Ryan.  Allison dated him back in high school for about a month.  What an odd coincidence that he happened to be the one to respond to the call about Neil’s disappearance.  If that’s what it was.  Frankly, Lexi didn’t think her sister would get off that lucky.  The guy was probably just sleeping it off somewhere after a boys night out.  Her interruption seemed to throw the detective off of his game and he flipped back through his notebook with a purse of the lips before continuing his questions. 

“So let’s see, where were we?  Oh right, did you notice if any of his clothes are missing?”

Allison paused to consider the question for a long moment, “I don’t think so, but I should probably check a little closer,” she started to rise from the couch.

“Hold on, you can do that in just a little bit, let’s finish with the first round of questions, shall we?” Ryan offered her a genial smile.  “Do the two of you have a joint bank account?”

“Yes, of course,” Allie nodded.

“Have you checked to see if any of the money is missing?”

“No, do you think I should?”

“It’s probably a good indicator as to whether he left on his own,” Ryan said carefully.

“If he did take their money, is there anything you can do to get it back?” Lexi asked, not putting it past Neil to take off with their savings if the situation warranted it. 

“Neil would never do anything like that,” Allison interrupted, her eyes narrowing with annoyance. 

“No, of course not,” Lexi muttered, sinking into a chair.  This looked like it was going to turn into a much longer visit than she first intended and now she regretted not stopping for a snack before heading over. 

Ryan watched the sisters with interest before returning to his line of questioning.  “What kind of car does he drive?”

“It’s an Audi A6 that he leases, it’s ah… black and I think it’s just a few months old.”

“Do you have the license number?”

A pucker appeared on her forehead as Allison thought it over.  “I think it starts with 2LAN… but I don’t remember what comes after that to be honest.”

“That’s okay Allie, most people don’t remember their spouse’s license plate number by heart,” Gabriel reassured her gently.  “But the car is definitely missing too?”

“I talked to his friend Larry at work; he said the lot was empty this morning when he got there.  You don’t think that he…?” Allison left off the rest of the sentence, unable to bring herself to form the words.

Lexi immediately saw the path her sister’s mind was starting to wander and cut her off.  “Don’t worry sweetie, if he wrapped his car around a tree the hospital would have called you by now.”  The detective gave her a look for that, but Lexi wasn’t sure how to interpret it, so she just ignored it. 

“I think I have enough to get started here, Allie.  Why don’t you go up and look through his things and check on that bank information while I talk to your sister, okay?”

“Just
look
through his things,” Lexi gave her a pointed stare, not wanting to spell it out in front of the cop and Allie seemed to catch her meaning, giving her a short nod.  When Lexi turned back around, Gabriel was watching her intently and she gave him a self-conscious smile, tucking an errant blue lock of hair behind her ear. 

Flipping open his notebook to a new page, Detective Ryan set pen to paper.  “It’s Lexi Morgan, right?  Is that short for something?”

“Alexandra,” she replied, watching him write.  He’d been a big deal back in the day; Captain of the swim team and the track team.  The years had been kind to the former jock, his build still slim and muscular under the sports coat and his jeans were tight enough that she could see he was still in pretty good shape.  Straight brown hair threatened to spill over his forehead, nearly touching his eyebrow as he looked down, giving him a slightly tousled look, as though he’d gotten ready in a hurry, but as soon as he looked up again the hair fell back into its regularly schooled style.  Lexi couldn’t tell if the stubble around his chin and upper lip was just from forgetting to shave for a couple of days or if it was meant to be a short mustache and goatee.  Either way she had to admire the overall effect; on him it looked good. 

“Your date of birth please?”

“You don’t remember me, do you?” Lexi countered, head canting to one side as she studied him.  It made perfect sense that he wouldn’t; he hadn’t spoken more than five words to her back in high school.  In addition to being four or five years younger than him, they hadn’t exactly run with the same crowd. 

Gabriel’s head came up in surprise, “Ah… no, I can’t say that I do, sorry,” he gave her a rueful grin.

There was that smile again, coupled with the slightly baffled expression on his face, he was adorable.  Much cuter than the bozo Allie ended up marrying.  “That’s okay.  To be fair you only dated my sister for what, five minutes?” she grinned back. 
Her sister was an idiot…

“It was longer than five minutes…” he started to protest.

“Yeah, but I get it, I was the pesky younger sister, easily forgotten.  It’s no biggie,” she fanned her gloved hand through the air.  “I’ve completely forgiven you.”

“Thanks, I think,” he chuckled softly.  “So, Miss Morgan, when was the last time you saw your brother in law?”

“It’s Lexi,” she corrected him automatically, chewing on her bottom lip as she thought it over.  “I wanna say Easter, but I can’t remember if he was here, I spent most of my time with Chloe outside.  He might have been in the house watching sports or something.  You knew him, right?”  Neil had been part of that jock circle of meatheads at Harbor High; he had to have known him.

“Yeah, I did, but we lost touch in college.”  Ryan seemed to realize that he’d answered a personal question, and attempted to reroute the conversation.  “How would you categorize your relationship with him?”

“Wow, that’s a loaded question,” Lexi snorted, propping her worn boots up on the edge of the coffee table and wrapping her arms around her knees.  “I’m sure Allie told you, Neil and I don’t exactly get along.”  She left off the part where he was a jerk and she couldn’t stand the sight of him, best to stick to the questions asked without embellishing.

“Why not?”

“’Cause he’s an asshat.”

Ryan’s pen froze above the paper, the bangs hanging in his eyes again as he looked up in surprise.  “I’m sorry, he’s what?”

“Ass-hat, just like it sounds,” Lexi supplied cheerily, he’d asked after all.  “I told you, we didn’t get along,” she smiled sweetly.

His lips quirked like he was suppressing the urge to smile and Gabriel let out a long breath before regaining his train of thought.  “Was there a particular incident that caused this rift between you, or is it a general dislike?”

“I’d have to go with the second one.  Unless you count the first time I met him as a particular incident.  He’s just…” she made a face, “Allie could have done so much better.  Like you, she should have stuck with you and then I would be able to see my niece whenever I want.”

This time he did smile.  “Neil doesn’t let you see her whenever you want?”

“He thinks I’m a bad influence.”

“Are you?”

“I guess that depends on your definition of a bad influence,” Lexi grinned wickedly.  “You know, this conversation isn’t turning out so well.  If you end up finding him in a ditch with his brains bashed, in you’re gonna think I bumped him off,” she added, only partly teasing. 

“Is that what you think happened to him?”

“Nah, there’s no way I’m that lucky,” she quipped.  “Seriously though, he’s only been gone since yesterday?  He’s probably holed up somewhere sleeping it off.”

“Alone?”

“Interesting question,” Lexi regarded him with a new respect; he was looking at it from all angles.  There were things that she knew about Neil, things she’d never told Allie because it would crush her, but there wasn’t anything she could tell him that was based in cold hard facts other than what her gift told her.  “I’ll just say it’s entirely possible that he’s not alone, and leave it at that.”

“So their marriage isn’t quite as rosy as she would have me believe?”

“You’d think Allie was the artist in the family from the pictures she likes to paint, wouldn’t you?” Lexi gave a tight smile.  “It’s not that she’s delusional or even clueless.  I think on some level she knows her marriage isn’t all its cracked up to be; but it’s easier for her to think of it as perfect, if that makes sense.” 

Gabriel nodded slowly, but she didn’t think he really understood from the look on his face.  It was hard enough for Lexi to swallow but she’d had a lot more practice accepting Allie’s perspective.  

“And they’ve been married for how long?”

“Let’s see, Chloe’s ten, so going on eleven years now.  Why, are you thinking you might have a shot with Allison now that Neil’s out of the picture?”  Again, she was only half kidding, Lexi fully expected Neil to come back when he was good and ready but the thought crossed her mind; was the detective single and looking?  There was no ring on his hand, but that didn’t mean much these days.

“That wouldn’t be my first instinct, no,” Gabriel muttered.

“Why
did
you guys break up, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Actually, I do mind,” he replied with a slightly bewildered smile.  “Miss Morgan, I’m doing my best to take a missing person’s report and I think you’ve asked almost as many questions as I have.  Did you want to take over?”  Gabriel thrust the notebook in her direction.

“No, you’re doing a bang up job so far.”  Lexi kept her hands neatly folded in her lap, though she was a little curious as to what he’d scribbled down in that little book about her family.  “I noticed you called it a report though and not an investigation.  Do we have to wait forty-eight hours or something until it’s considered an investigation?”  She could see in his face that he wasn’t used to getting such direct questions in his line of work, but she couldn’t help it.  “I’m sorry, I know this is old hat to you but this is my first missing person.  Even if it is a tool like Neil, Allie wants him back, so…”

This time his smile was a little easier and he tucked away the notebook with a sigh.  “No, you can report someone missing at any time; it doesn’t have to be forty-eight hours from the time he’s missed.  The thing is, it’s not a crime for a guy to stay away for a while or even decide not to come home ever again.  Without any signs of foul play, there’s not a whole lot I can do.  Normally a call like this would get a uniform out here to ask a few questions, we’d file a report and that’s pretty much the end of it, there’s not even a follow up with a detective.  The only reason I responded was because I recognized Neil’s name when the call came through and I was in the area, so I thought I’d check it out.  I didn’t even remember that Allie married him,” he spread his hands.  “I tried explaining that to your sister but…”

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like news she wanted to hear.”  Lexi chewed on her bottom lip, eyes shifting when Allison returned to the living room. 

“I don’t think any of his clothes are missing, I was careful going through everything though, just in case,” Allie addressed Lexi directly before turning to the detective.  “I don’t know how to check about the bank account though; I can’t remember the online password.”

“Oh Allie…” Lexi groaned, how could anyone be so clueless?

“What?  Neil handles all of the finances; I can’t remember the last time I had to get into any of that stuff.”

“If you call the bank they should be able to assist you with that,” Gabriel supplied helpfully.

“But I don’t know the account numbers…”

Lexi resisted the urge to facepalm, forcing a neutral smile to her face.  “We’ll figure it out Allie, I’ll help you, okay?”  There had to be a paper trail around the house somewhere to dig into that stuff, and if not, calling the bank should do the trick like Detective Ryan recommended. 

Allison gave her a grateful smile, “Thanks Lexi, you’re so good at those kinds of things.”

Lexi bit back the sarcastic retort that leapt to her lips, leaving the bland smile there while the detective got to his feet.  Now that he stood she could see just how tall he was, easily over six feet which meant he would tower over her five foot four frame but he was well matched to Allie’s five seven height.  Once again she wondered what things would have been like if her sister had married someone she could get along with reasonably well.  But then again, it was probably for the best that her brother in law wasn’t someone she could drool over…

Detective Ryan was all business now that Allison rejoined them, no sign of that laid back quality in the set of his impressive shoulders.  “I’ll tell you what I’ll do.  I’ve got the list of Neil’s friends and associates; I’ll make a few calls and see if I can come up with anything, okay?”

“And you’ll call me?  Either way, whether you find anything or not?” Allie pressed.