The Heart of Lies (13 page)

“You know, Emily, I’m not cut out for this kind of work,” he said, causing her to stop. “I wish Colin hadn’t gone off and left me with this detective job. I liked just being a plain ol’ cop in this town. We hadn’t had a murder in more than twenty years, and now we’ve had three in the last twelve months. I can’t wait ’til Colin gets himself back here. I sure miss that boy.”

“Not more than me, Ernie. Not more than me.” Emily smiled at him as she turned and went to collect Maggie.

As Emily helped Maggie out the front door of the building, the medical examiner and the equipment-laden crime scene investigators trudged in. She wished she could stay to observe, find out the truth of what happened, but she needed to get Maggie home before she had a complete meltdown.

~*~

Maggie didn’t say a word the whole way home. Emily left her to her thoughts, having a few serious ones of her own. After having witnessed the clash between Josh and Lucas at the party, she couldn’t help but wonder if he had been involved in Lucas’s death in some way.

Emily helped her friend into her house and waited while she showered, storing Maggie’s blood-stained clothes in an untouched plastic zippered bag, just as she had promised Ernie she would.

She asked Maggie if she wanted anything to eat, but Maggie said no, that what she wanted was to go to bed and wake up in the morning to find this was all just a bad dream.

Emily tucked her in and sat in the dark by her bed until she fell asleep.

Once she was certain Maggie was out, she tiptoed out of the room and gently closed the bedroom door. She grabbed her purse and started to reach for the front door handle when the door opened and Josh walked in.

He had a black eye and cut lip. Emily glared into his face, waiting for an explanation.

“Where’s my mom?” He glanced around the house. “Mom!”

“Quiet,” she admonished. “She went to bed.”

“Before you left? What’s up with that?”

“Where have you been, Josh?”

“Out.”

She stared at him, evaluating. “Out where?”

“Just out.”

“What’s with the black eye and the cut lip?”

“You should see the other guy,” he smirked, showing her his bloody knuckles.

“I have seen the other guy—he’s dead.”

CHAPTER 13

“Dead? I didn’t do it, Emily—I swear.” Josh proclaimed his innocence over and over again, as he paced the living room floor. “I beat the crap out of him, I’ll admit that, but he was alive when I left.”

“Why, Josh?” Emily was perched on the edge of the couch, keeping her voice down. “What could have possessed you to attack him?”

Josh looked her in the eye. “He was fooling around with his assistant, okay? I saw them.”

“What do you mean you saw them?”

“At the engagement party. They were in the den giggling and probably making out. I walked in on them and they looked surprised.”

“You said they were
probably
making out? You didn’t see them actually doing anything?”

“Well, I think she was wiping lipstick off his lip. Besides, I stopped by his office yesterday afternoon. When I walked in on them, I thought they were a little too cozy then too. And now this. He tried to tell me they were talking business, but they looked pretty guilty.”

“Why didn’t you tell your mom last night?”

“I confronted Lucas right then and I told him I’d give him twenty-four hours to tell her, or I would. I warned him to break off the engagement, but I knew he hadn’t done it yet when I talked to you on the phone. That’s why I asked if the wedding was still on.”

Emily remembered him asking that.

“So I went to see him, to make him pay for hurting my mom. Then I was going to tell her.”

“Why didn’t you come home after your fight with him?”

“I wanted to. That’s what I had planned to do. It’s just that I was having trouble working up the courage to break her heart.”

He slumped into a chair and leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. “I thought a few beers would give me the courage,” he said, hanging his head down, “but that didn’t work.”

Josh shook his head and raised his eyes to Emily. “Funny, I can find the courage to kill our enemies, but I couldn’t find the courage to rip my mom’s heart in two.”

“Nothing funny about that,” she assured him. “I hope this whole mess doesn’t reflect badly in your military record.”

He looked down at the floor and ran a hand over his face.

Emily braced herself for more bad news. “Something you want to tell me?”

“I got kicked out of the Navy—I’m so ashamed. I didn’t want to tell my mom until after the wedding, but now it’s going to come out and make her feel even worse.”

“A dishonorable discharge? For what?”

“I did something really stupid, and let’s just say they
strongly encouraged
me to take the early-out offer. I drank too much one night, and me and a couple of my buddies played a prank on an officer. Apparently he didn’t think it was funny. We all got the same offer. I guess we’re lucky they didn’t throw us in the brig.”

“Oh, Josh,” was all she could manage to say.

“I know. It was stupid.”

She didn’t even want to ask what he did. She rose to her feet. “Let your mom sleep and have a good talk with her in the morning. She’s going to need you more than she ever has. You can’t imagine how hard it is to lose someone you love.”

“You’re talking about Evan, aren’t you?”

She nodded, releasing a sigh. “I’m going to go now, but I’ll check in with you tomorrow.”

~*~

Daybreak came and the morning light began peeking through Emily’s bedroom curtains. She was slowly waking from a romantic dream about Colin and she felt warm and tingly all over. Startled by a sharp knock at the door, she bolted upright and checked her digital clock, which read six forty-five.

“What the heck?” She swung her legs over the side of the bed and reached for her silky white robe. Irritated, she ran to the door, wondering who would be knocking at such an early hour. In the dim early morning light, through the row of small windows across the top of her front door, she saw the top of a man’s head covered by a dark ball cap. After having been broken into recently, she stood still for a moment trying to decide what to do. Should she open it? Should she get her gun?

Another hard knock jolted her attention and she flinched. Only when she heard the man’s voice did she relax.

“Emily? Open up! It’s Colin.”

With delight, she flung the door open wide. Wearing a big smile, he stepped inside, sweeping her up into his arms. “Good morning, sleepy head.” He gazed into her eyes, then swept the door shut with his foot.

As he lowered his face to hers, she anticipated his long-awaited kiss. He brushed her lips with his, then smiled at her, as if he was waiting for an invitation. She pushed up on her tiptoes, pulled off his cap, and pressed her lips to his.

In response, Colin pulled her tighter into his arms and her body melted against his. He returned her kiss more deeply and passionately than she had expected, sending heat radiating through her body. She let his hat fall to the floor.

When he finally released her, she felt weak and dizzy under his power. “
Whew
, I think I need to sit down,” she cooed.

He led her by the hand into the living room and sat beside her on the sofa, resting his arm on the back. She leaned against him, pulled her bare feet up under her, and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck as she rested a hand on his chest. He lowered his arm around her shoulders and held her close.

“I’m thrilled to see you, Colin,” she breathed in his masculine scent and savored the warmth of his body against hers, “but what are you doing here?”

“Ernie called me last night, said Maggie’s fiancé was murdered. He thought you might need me.” He brushed a stray curl back from her face with his finger. “Was he right?”

Yes, she needed him. She had ached for him since the day he left to help care for his dad. Being startled awake from that dream-like space between being asleep and fully awake, she had not yet given any thought to the events of the night before. His comments brought them rushing back at her—walking in on Lucas’s bloody body, Maggie’s avalanche of shock and grief, her probing conversation with Josh.

She sat up straight and stared wide-eyed at him. “Yes, Colin, I need you. You have no idea.” She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him softly. “I’m thrilled you’re here.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. I drove through the night to get here.”

“But what about your dad?”

“He’s improving every day, so I’d already arranged for my aunt and uncle to come and help while I came up for Maggie’s wedding. After I got the call from Ernie, I phoned them and asked them to come early. They’re retired, so it was no problem. As soon as they got to the house, I hit the road.”

“You must be starved,” Emily said. “Why don’t I make you something to eat? Then I can tell you all I know over breakfast.”

He tapped his chin. “Hmm…As I recall, you’re not the best cook.” He offered a sly grin. “Why don’t we go out to breakfast? My treat.”

Emily had to agree with his assessment of her cooking skills, and she graciously accepted his invitation. “Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be ready to go,” she called out as she dashed down the hall to her bedroom.

~*~

“Can I get you anything else?” The young waitress smiled and refilled Colin’s coffee cup.

“Just the bill, thanks,” he replied, as they finished their breakfast at The Griddle.

“This was a great idea, Colin,” Emily said, swirling her last bite of French toast in the remaining maple syrup on her plate.

“Lucas Wakefield sounds like a piece of work,” Colin said. “For Maggie’s sake, we need to get to the bottom of this thing fast.”

“I agree. From the start, Isabel and I had a bad feeling about him—well, Isabel more than me, at least at first. She threatened to do a background check several times, but other things seemed to crowd her time and she put it off.”

“I wish she’d done it early on. Maybe this whole mess could have been avoided.” Colin sipped his hot black coffee and took his last forkful of omelet.

“I take part of that blame. I warned her Maggie wouldn’t be happy if she found out we were checking him out behind her back. Now I wish I’d pushed more for it.”

“And what about Josh?” Colin asked, sliding his empty plate aside. “You said he went to see Lucas last night and admitted he had a physical altercation with him?”

“Around here we call it a fight,” she teased, “and yes, he admitted it, but he swears Lucas was alive when he left.”

“And you believe him?”

“I want to,” she said, dumping a packet of sweetener into her coffee. “But I wonder, if Lucas was alive when Josh left, but then died shortly after that from the beating. The medical examiner and CSI unit were coming in when I was leaving. I wish I knew what they found.”

“The body’s at the medical examiner’s for an autopsy by now, I’m sure. They’ll probably have a cause of death soon.”

“Could you talk to Ernie and find out what’s in the ME’s report?” she asked.

“I can try,” he offered. “Maybe he’ll let me know what the CSI unit found, too.”

Emily’s phone began to ring and she dug it out of her purse. “It’s Maggie,” she whispered to Colin.

“Hello.”

“Emily, I need you to come over right away,” Maggie said, sounding frightened and breathless.

“What’s wrong?” Emily looked at Colin and his eyes were riveted on her.

“The police are here. They’ve arrested Josh.”

“Oh, Maggie, no,” Emily exclaimed.

“I already called Isabel and Alex. Alex is headed down to the police station right now.”

Emily could hear Maggie sniffling, and she felt a heavy weight in her chest, knowing what her friend was going through. “We’ll be right over.”

“What do you mean
we
?” Maggie questioned.

“Colin is here with me. He drove through the night when he heard what happened.”

“That sweet man. Maybe he can get some information from the police—I couldn’t.”

“Don’t worry, Maggs. We’ll be there before you know it.”

~*~

When Emily rang the doorbell, Maggie let them in, finding Camille and Jonathan had arrived minutes before them. Following a round of hugs, Maggie described what had happened that morning, the police showing up with an arrest warrant, taking Josh away in handcuffs, giving little information in response to Maggie’s tearful stream of questions.

Emily did her best to try to console her friend, as did the others, but Maggie was beyond that. Maggie’s fiancé had been murdered, and her son—her only child—had been accused of killing him. What could she say to make it better?

Dressed in jean shorts and a white t-shirt, Maggie had barely combed her hair and she had no makeup on. Emily wasn’t used to seeing Maggie like this, but she remembered having days like that right after Evan was killed, hardly having the energy to get out of bed. It was Maggie, Isabel, and Camille that had gotten her through it.