Rock Harbor Series - 03 - Into the Deep (6 page)

“We’ll do what we can.” Bree squeezed the woman’s hand. “I’d like to let my dog sniff Lacy’s bed or food dish or anything else you have that belongs to her.”

Carol’s face brightened, and she took off down the trail to the west. Bree held Davy’s hand and followed with Samson. Campers, motor homes, and tents packed the campgrounds like mushrooms popped up in a moist meadow. Carol led them inside a fifteen-foot camper and showed them her dog’s things. Samson sniffed around Lacy’s bed and wagged his tail. He whined and went to the door. Bree told him to find Lacy, and he ran toward the road. Bree followed with Davy. Samson’s headlong rush along the gravel road ended at the parking lot. He stopped and sniffed around the area then turned toward Bree, his tail drooping.

Bree frowned when her dog was unable to find the trail. She’d have bet money an animal had taken the little dog. One had, but it was apparently of the two-legged variety.

“Why is he stopping?” Carol demanded.

“Someone seems to have taken Lacy away in a car,” Bree said. “Samson can’t track a car unless the window is down, and this one evidently wasn’t. I’m sorry. Likely some other family met up with Lacy and fell in love with her too.”

Carol wrung her hands. “You have to find her,” she wailed.

“I’ll call the sheriff and ask him to be on the lookout for her. That’s all I can do.” Bree dug out her cell phone and punched in the number. The dispatcher promised to pass the word along, and Bree clicked off her phone. She squeezed Carol’s hands. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I’ll be praying for Lacy’s safe return. I can only imagine how you feel. Samson is part of our family, and we would be devastated for something like this to happen to him.”

“Thank you.” Carol wiped at her eyes.

“Call me if you find Lacy.” Bree gave her a business card.

The woman’s sorrow over losing her dog put a pall on the bright day. Bree unpacked lunch and sent Davy and Samson to gather sticks for a fire to roast their hot dogs. She spread the blanket on the sand and began to pull out the contents of the picnic basket.

“Need some help getting the fire started?”

Bree turned toward the familiar voice and stared up into Kade’s face. He wore a look of trepidation, as though he wasn’t sure of his welcome. His windblown hair made him seem boyish, but the breadth and height of him was all man. Bree stood slowly. She felt breathless, and then felt stupid for it. This was the man she’d once thought she might spend the rest of her life with. Gazing into his eyes, she told herself her physical reaction to his presence was just because he’d frightened her.

“Kade, you startled me.” Her cheeks felt hot, and she turned her back to finish preparing the lunch. She felt rather than heard his cautious approach. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve missed you. Lauri mentioned you were going to be out here.”

His low voice was nearly in her ear. All she’d have to do was turn and put her cheek against his chest. That simple gesture might be enough to mend the tension between them, but Bree felt paralyzed, unsure of how he really felt. How she felt. His steady strength and
integrity drew her as always, but the memory of the way Davy’s face lit up in Nick’s presence was enough to reinforce her reticence.

Kade cleared his throat and stepped back when she didn’t answer. Bree whirled, afraid he’d left. “I . . . I’ve missed you too.” His gaze probed her face, and she felt vulnerable and exposed. Since the night Anu’s husband had returned to town, they’d barely spoken.

He smiled and started to step closer, but Samson came leaping from the forest with Davy on his heels. The dog carried a stick in his mouth, and Davy had an armload of twigs. The boy skidded to a halt when he saw Kade. A scowl darkened his heart-shaped face, so like Bree’s own.

“What’s he doing here? I don’t want him here.”

“Davy, that’s enough,” Bree said sternly. “Apologize at once.”

Davy thrust out his lip. “Sorry,” he muttered. He refused to look at Kade but walked stiffly toward his mother and dropped the wood at her feet. “I wanted Nick to come.”

Kade knelt with one knee on the sand. “You can have more than one friend, Davy. I thought we were getting to be friends.”

Davy glanced at him quickly then looked away. “I want Mommy to be friends with Nick.”

Bree winced, but Kade didn’t even blink. “Mommy can be friends with me and with Nick. She doesn’t have to pick just one friend either.”

Bree stared at him. This was new. Kade’s jealousy of Nick was what had brought about this impasse between the two of them. Before Davy could answer, the brush rustled, and they turned to look.

Nick came striding through the trees. His smile faded when he saw Kade standing beside Bree. He recovered his smile. “Am I too late for lunch?”

“Nick, you came!” Davy scrambled toward the fireman and flung himself against his legs.

Nick hoisted the boy into his arms. “I thought you wanted me to come. You sound surprised. I told you I’d try to make it.”

Bree’s jaw tightened. “Davy invited you?” She could sense Kade’s
withdrawal, and she felt suddenly angry with both Nick and Kade. The hostility emanating from both of them made her want to walk away from the whole situation. Maybe she should quit seeing Nick as well. Just focus on her son. Davy might like the fireman, but he’d soon get over it.

But looking at the boy’s rapt face as he gazed up at Nick made her resolve fade as quickly as the morning mist over Lake Superior. Davy had come so far in the past seven months. She couldn’t do anything to jeopardize his adjustment after all he’d been through.

“Davy, would you see if you can find a few more sticks?” If things got tense, she didn’t want him to overhear. But neither Davy nor Nick seemed to hear her.

Kade slowly took his hand from his pocket then held it out to Nick. “Fletcher, I think it’s time we called a truce. Bree and Davy aren’t bones to be fought over. They can be friends with both of us. Let’s start there.”

Nick’s eyebrows went up almost to his hairline. With obvious hesitation, he reached out and grasped Kade’s hand. “We can give it a shot. Just so you know I don’t like to lose.”

“Neither do I,” Kade said quietly.

Bree was tempted to grab Davy and get back in the boat. She wasn’t sure either of them really wanted her for herself. They were like two dogs marking their territory. “Hey, you two, don’t talk about me like I’m invisible. You’re not even asking me what I want!”

Kade nodded. “You’re right. What do you want?”

“I . . . I . . .” Bree’s voice trailed off. “I don’t know what I want, but I don’t want either of you using . . . others . . . to get to me.” She glanced at Davy.

“You know me better than that.” Kade scowled.

“I’d never do that either,” Nick said. He ruffled Davy’s hair with a gloved hand. “Me and Davy are buds just because we want to be, right?”

“Right!” Davy squirmed to get down. “Come see the fish I caught, Nick.”

Nick set him down, then followed the boy to the lake’s edge. Left
alone with Kade, Bree felt tongue-tied all over again. She knelt and put an arm around Samson, rubbing his ears. She didn’t want to meet Kade’s eyes. “Want some lunch? I have plenty.” She continued to babble under Kade’s steady gaze. “Lauri hasn’t been to practice in a couple of weeks. What’s she been up to?”

“I didn’t come here to talk about Lauri,” he said. “She’s been telling me I’m an idiot for letting you go, and I finally came to my senses. I’m not going to make this easy for you, Bree. I’m not going to let Fletcher win by default. So I want us to start over. Are you willing?”

Starting over sounded good. Bree looked away. “I don’t know, Kade. I’ve got too much going on for serious thought right now.”

Kade seemed to accept her ambivalence. “How’s the rest of the family? Hilary doing okay?”

“She seems almost overly happy, as though if she just ignores the problem with the pregnancy, it will pass. I’m so afraid of what she’ll go through if she loses the baby.” It felt good to talk to Kade again, to share her worries with him. His level head and calm manner always lightened her cares.

“Lauri is doing the same thing. She’s determined that Naomi will be the one to adopt her baby, but Naomi and Donovan still haven’t decided what is best for them. They’re praying about it.”

“I think Naomi’s leaning that way though.”

“I’d like to talk to her about it, but Lauri wants to handle everything herself.” He picked up a stick and poked at the fire. “It’s hard to let her handle this on her own.”

Bree nodded. “How is the baby wildlife center doing? Landorf laying off your case?”

“Pretty much. He’s basking in the media attention. The center is packed to near capacity right now. Someone brought in two eaglets yesterday. You should bring Davy by to see them.”

“He’d love that. Maybe on Friday? I could bring him out after story hour at the library.”

Kade nodded. “I’ll be back to the center by around three. Come
over then so I can show you around.” He bit into a pretzel. “Anything new on the investigation?”

“Mason said Phil didn’t drown. He was shot with a .44 magnum. We visited Cassie yesterday, and she seemed reluctant to say too much. I’m not sure how long Phil worked for her, so maybe it’s just that she doesn’t know much. And she’s protective of her facility.”

Talking to Kade, Bree felt as though the sun shone brighter and the trees turned greener. She hadn’t been aware of just how much her estrangement from him had affected her until now. Samson bumped his head against Kade’s hand. Kade laughed and then scratched the dog’s ears. Bree’s throat tightened at how much even her dog wanted to be around the big ranger. She just had to be sure what was right for Davy.

5

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ock Harbor Mortuary was packed by the time Bree made it to the parking lot. She left the windows down for Samson and went inside with Davy. She glanced around. Rock Harbor residents were out in force to support Denise, even though Phil was a newcomer. Bree took Davy’s hand and walked into the crowd.

“There’s Adrian, Mommy,” Davy said. He pulled his hand from hers and ran forward to see his friend.

Denise stood by the casket with Adrian by her side. Bree pressed her arm. “How’re you doing?”

“Okay,” Denise said. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she avoided looking Bree in the eye. “Thanks for bringing Davy. He’ll help Adrian stay occupied. Where’s Samson?”

“In the Jeep.” Bree watched Adrian show Davy a toy fire truck. They walked off to a secluded corner and squatted on the floor to play. Bree turned back to Denise. “Can I help with the twins today?”

“They’re taken care of.” Denise nodded to a corner. Bree spied the twins being carted around by Lola Marcos and Nora Corbit. Ian Baird stood stiffly beside Lola. He looked uncomfortable in his gray pinstripe suit, which had been unfortunately paired with a plaid shirt. As always, Yancy hadn’t bothered to dress up. He wore a red-denim shirt over blue jeans and boots. He was coaxing a smile out of the babies.

Bree touched Denise’s hand. “I have some food in the Jeep I thought I’d drop by.”

“Fine,” Denise said vaguely, reaching out to take the hand of the man in line behind Bree.

Feeling dismissed, Bree moved through the crowd to join Phil’s colleagues. “You’re a natural with children, Yancy,” she told the researcher.

“I love kids. I wish I got to see my daughter more.” He broke off and looked toward the door. Bree turned to look and saw an older man.

“That’s Bernard Hecko,” Lola said.

“Cassie’s dad?” Bree asked. She glanced around for Cassie but didn’t see her.

Nora nodded. “Poor man has Alzheimer’s. He was a brilliant researcher until just a few months ago. It hit him fast.”

Bernard ambled toward the group. “There you are,” he said, beaming. “I’ve found it, Yancy! The missing piece of the puzzle. But I can’t find my notes. Someone has moved them.”

Chito squared his shoulders, and his jaw flexed. “You’re causing a scene, Bernard. Go home. You don’t need to be here.”

Bernard pulled away. “You just want my notes,” he shouted. “Everyone wants my notes.”

Nora and Ian exchanged glances. Bree could see everyone turning to stare. Denise would be devastated if the funeral turned into a circus.

“I’ll take care of him; he likes me,” Yancy whispered as Bree started to move forward. He took Bernard’s hand. “I’ve got something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” he said. “Let’s go to your house and talk about it.” He led Bernard toward the door. “And I’ll help you look for your notes, okay?”

Bree’s own relief was reflected on the faces of the rest of the research team. “It’s so sad,” Lola said. “We’d have this project finished if Bernard hadn’t gotten sick.”

Abby reached for Bree. She scooped up the toddler and found joy in the soft little body. She nodded toward the baby’s mother, who was sitting in a chair staring off into space. “She doesn’t seem to be doing very well.”

Chito shrugged. “About like you’d expect. She’s always been a bit weak.”

Nora scowled at him. “She’s in shock, you moron! She hasn’t slept since Friday. Poor kid.”

Chito frowned back at her. “You’re such a bleeding heart.” He stalked off.

“Is that her mother?” Bree nodded toward a woman walking with determination toward Denise. She had the same nose and chin as Denise.

Nora nodded. “She’s been hovering pretty closely. We told her we’d watch the twins today so she could tend to her daughter.”

“What’s up with Chito?” Bree asked.

Ian grimaced. “He’s in one of his moods. Let him go. He’ll talk archeology with anyone who’ll listen and then he’ll be fine.”

Lola wrinkled her nose. “I’m glad he’s not zeroing in on me. I’m sick of hearing about it.”

“I take it he’s an amateur archeologist?” Bree asked.

“Haven’t you heard him droning on and on about it?” Nora yawned. “Snoresville. He’s interested in the Ojibwa tribe now. Wants to get an amateur dig going at the burial site on Eagle Island. He’s been exploring some underwater ruins.”

“How fascinating,” Bree said.

“Chito’s all right,” Ian said. “Nora just doesn’t like him because he doesn’t listen to her golden nuggets of wisdom.” His voice held an edge.