Brian Freeman - The Cold Nowhere

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It had been nearly two months now since she’d appeared in his kitchen. Two months since they’d pulled the plug on their brief, misguided affair.

‘Long time, no see,’ he said.

‘You act like it’s been three years, boss. We’re together every day.’

‘You know what I mean.’

‘I do, but my weekends have been busy lately, okay?’

‘Okay.’

He noticed that she didn’t explain what she’d been doing, and he didn’t ask. He suspected she was seeing someone new and didn’t want him to know.

‘So who’s the girl?’ Maggie asked. She gestured into the living room as she chewed on hash browns. The door to the smallest bedroom in the cottage, which was in the corner facing the street, was closed. Cat had spent the remainder of the night in one of the twin beds there.

‘I peeked inside when I got here,’ Maggie went on. ‘She was asleep.’

‘So was I.’

‘Yeah, well, I didn’t wake you up, did I?’ She added pointedly, ‘Not anymore.’

‘Mags.’

‘I know, we said we weren’t going to talk about it. Pretend like nothing ever happened. Zip my lips.’ She pulled a red-tipped fingernail across her bright lips and winked at him. It was a joke, but with Maggie there was usually a dagger behind her jokes. ‘Anyway, she’s pretty. Who is she?’

‘Her name’s Cat Mateo.’

Maggie had a near-perfect memory for details and she didn’t hesitate to pull the name out of her brain. ‘Mateo?’ she asked. ‘As in Michaela Mateo? Is there a connection?’

‘Her daughter,’ Stride said. ‘Cat was just a kid back then.’

‘I remember. Well, that explains the pretty part. She’s got good genes.’

‘Yes, she does.’

‘At least on her mother’s side. I don’t even want to think about what little pieces of Marty Gamble are swimming around inside her.’

Stride frowned at the reminder. Marty Gamble was Catalina’s father and Michaela’s ex-husband. Cat was the only good thing to come out of their violent relationship. Stride wanted to believe that Marty had left no imprint on the teenage girl in the corner bedroom, but bad seeds had a way of spreading like weeds.

Maggie watched his face with concern. ‘Is this going to be a problem for you, boss?’

‘No, why should it?’

She rolled her eyes. ‘Because I was there. Because I know you.’

That was true. Maggie probably knew Stride better than he knew himself. She probably knew him better than Serena, even though he and Serena had shared a bed for most of the past three years. Stride and Maggie had been partners for well over a decade. When he’d first met her, she was a book-smart police grad, with a stiffness born of her childhood in China. She’d done a turn-around over the years, developing a sassy mouth and a taste for hot clothes. She was the size of a doll, short and skinny, with golden skin, a diamond stud in her bottle-cap nose, and a bowl haircut that looked like a mop. She’d dyed her hair as red as an Easter egg a few months earlier, but her hair was black again now, hanging over her eyes. As he watched, she blew her bangs off her forehead.

Stride was older than his partner. He was knocking on the door of fifty, and Maggie was staring at forty. Age didn’t matter. She’d had a crush on Stride ever since she met him, through his first marriage to Cindy and then his love affair with Serena, years after Cindy’s death. It was a crush that should have stayed nothing more than a crush, but sometimes life was messy.

Five months ago, they’d made love. Neither one of them had meant for it to happen; it was a product of desperate times. The consequences had rippled through all of their lives like a rogue wave. His life. Maggie’s life. Serena’s life.

‘So what’s Cat’s story?’ Maggie asked.

He explained what the girl had told him in the middle of the night. ‘She thinks she’s being stalked,’ he concluded.

‘Do you believe her?’

‘I told her I’d look into it.’

Maggie stared at him over the steamy top of her coffee cup. ‘Sounds like a job for Guppo, boss. Or one of the street cops. Not you.’

‘This is personal, not official,’ Stride told her. ‘She came to me for help.’

‘So what are you going to do?’

‘I want to have Steve Garske check her out and make sure she’s okay. Then I’ll drop in on the Charles Frederick and see what I can find out about this party last night. Maybe someone saw something.’

‘You want me to come with you?’

‘Actually, I was hoping you could run a background check. Cat’s still a minor. I know she had legal guardians back then, so where’s she supposed to be living? Has she had any arrests? I’d like anything you can find.’

‘You don’t trust her.’

‘I didn’t say that. I just want to know what’s going on in her life and how she wound up here.’

‘She’s a sixteen-year-old hooker, boss. Hookers lie.’

‘I know that, Mags.’

She didn’t miss the edge in his voice, and she held up her hands. ‘Sorry, you just looked like you needed a reminder.’

‘Michaela had a sister,’ Stride went on, ignoring the jab. ‘Dory Mateo. I left her a message.’

‘Dory was a big-time user in those days,’ Maggie said. ‘I busted her a few times.’

Stride shrugged. ‘I want to talk to her and see if she knows anything that might be useful. That’s all.’

‘Meanwhile, what happens to Cat? She stays here with you? That’s a really bad idea.’

‘That depends on what you find out. Until I know she’s safe, I want to keep her close to me. If I put her somewhere, she’ll run.’

Maggie crumpled the empty McDonald’s bag into a ball and rolled it around under her finger. ‘Listen, boss, I know you don’t want to hear this, but I’ve seen this movie before. After Cindy died, you weren’t always thinking straight. You made some big mistakes. Now you’re sitting here all winter without Serena, and along comes a girl who reminds you of one of the worst tragedies of your career.’

‘So?’

‘So this is lousy timing. I’m not sure you can be objective about Cat. You think I don’t know what her mother’s murder did to you?’

‘This isn’t about Michaela.’

‘You’re right. What happened to her wasn’t your fault, and neither is the fact that her daughter got dealt a lousy hand in life. Bad things happen, boss.’

He didn’t say anything, because she had him dead to rights. Maggie got up and cleaned the table and shoved the waste paper in the bin under the sink. Her movements were quick and angry but she stopped herself and stared through the dark window, letting her frustration bleed away. She wandered back to the table and stood behind him. He felt her fingers massage his shoulders, and then she pulled them back.

‘Have you talked to her?’ she asked.

He knew who she meant. Serena.

‘No.’

‘Why not?’

‘And say what, Mags?’

‘Blame me for what happened. That’s the truth.’

‘No, it’s not.’

Maggie sat down next to him and stole a sip from his can of Coke. ‘You’ve got Guppo coordinating with Serena on the Margot Huizenfelt case. Why not do it yourself?’

‘Because there’s no Duluth connection.’

‘So? You don’t need an excuse. You don’t think she’d welcome your help?’

‘No, I don’t.’

‘Call her anyway.’

‘Look, Mags, I appreciate-’ he began, but his words were cut off by a wild scream piercing the morning quiet of the cottage.

No no no no no no no no no no! Stop! Stop! Stop!

The noise was as shrill as the cry of an animal being torn apart, alive, in the next room.

It was Cat, wailing in terror.

Stride bolted out of his chair, spilling Coke in a river. He ran toward the closed bedroom door, with Maggie on his heels. When he hit the door with his shoulder, it flew around on its hinges, nearly separating from the frame. The little twin bed was on his right. The room was empty except for Cat, whose eyes were wide and fixed, her body convulsed as if electricity were rocketing through her veins. The blanket was on the floor. She flailed back and forth, swinging her hands as if tormented by a swarm of wasps.

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