Mariah Stewart - Cold Truth

It wasn’t as if he’d actually touched that girl.

He stood beneath the blind and jumped up to grab the under-support beams, then hoisted himself up to the floored area. Leaning over the railing, he gazed out at the deepening shadows. It had been so many years since he’d stood in this spot, this very spot, where he’d listened to her talk about the bird counts they were doing down in Cape May.

“Thousands upon thousands of songbirds and seabirds, can you imagine what that looks like, thousands of birds feeding on the shore?” She’d shaken her head, and that black ponytail had swung seductively. “I’m thinking about taking a van of kids down next year. If you’re home from school, maybe you’d like to go.”

He’d nodded. Sure. Sure, I’ll go… I’ll go anywhere with you.

But of course, he hadn’t. Oh, he’d come home from school in May, but there was no trip to Cape May for Jenny that year. Or any year after.

“You brought it on yourself, Jenny.”

He said the words aloud, certain she heard him.

His thoughts turned to Cass. She had ruined things for him once again. First with Jenny, then with the other one.

He sighed deeply. She was going to have to be punished. Maybe if he wiped her out, it would be all right, like wiping a slate clean.

He found the image of wiping the slate clean with Jenny’s daughter’s blood highly appealing.

Maybe then he could find the one he’d been searching for and they could be together for always. She wouldn’t try to run from him, and he wouldn’t have to hurt her.

Well, he was just going to have to take care of it, once and for all.

He reached up to a low-hanging tree branch and snapped it off.

Snap. Just like that.

“Annie.” Rick stood on the single brick step that passed for a porch at the Bowers Inlet Municipal Building. “Want to catch some dinner?”

Halfway to her car, Annie turned to him. “Thanks, but I’m on my way up to the Landry farm. Mitch wanted me to look over the reports he’s been receiving over the past few days. Apparently a lot has come out of the woodwork. I want to see what he’s got before I have to head back to Virginia.”

“When do you get to see that fiancé of yours?” He was smiling as he walked toward her.

She smiled back. “We manage. He’s a detective. We both know the routine.”

“Think you can build a life around schedules like the ones you two have?”

“We’re going to do our best.”

“When’s the wedding?”

“We haven’t set a date yet. I’m thinking maybe around the holidays. Neither of us wants to put it off too much longer.” She juggled her car keys, and they clanged softly against each other as she tossed the key ring from one hand to the other and back again.

“Sure hope I’m on the guest list.” He grinned. “I have my heart set on catching that bouquet.”

She laughed. “You catch the bouquet, you gotta back it up, Cisco. Is there something I don’t know about? Last I heard, you hadn’t had a real date since Livy Bach slammed the door in your face one night after…”

“Ouch.” He winced at the reference to a relationship with a fellow agent, one that never got off the ground. “That’s cold, McCall. Really cold.”

“Your luck,” she said as she unlocked her car door. “Livy’s not your type.”

He frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Livy is the quintessential party girl. You need a rock, my friend. Livy’s a doll and more fun than just about anyone I know, but she has heartbreak written all over her. Not only for you, for anyone who tries to get too close. There are walls there I’m afraid no one can climb.”

“Well, thanks for the analysis, Dr. McCall.”

“I call ’ em as I see ’em.” She slid behind the wheel of her car. “I love Livy dearly, but she has a lot of problems, Rick. A lot of baggage. She’s not what you need.”

“I am not going to bite, I swear I’m not.” He slammed her door for her, then stood back while she rolled the window down. “I’m not going to ask what you think is my type or what you think I need. The last thing I want right now is to have you-”

“Hey, Cass.” Annie waved to Cassie as she walked toward them. “Are you feeling all right?”

“A little tired, but I’m fine. Thank you.” Cass stopped next to Rick and leaned in the window slightly. “I don’t think I thanked you for… well, for working with me. It sounds silly to say thanks for hypnotizing me, but I’m so grateful to you for doing that.”

“You must feel a lot of conflict, though.” Annie watched Cass’s face closely.

“In what way?” Cass stood up and took a step back from the car.

“All these years, you’ve thought you had closure, for your parents’ death and that of your sister. For the attack on you. Now that door is wide open again. It has to make you uneasy, at the very least.”

Cass nodded. “A little. I never thought about that aspect of it, you know? Wayne Fulmer was in prison, he’d never get out. Justice had been served. Though, truthfully, when you’re a child and you’ve lost everyone and everything, justice is merely a concept, one that has very little meaning.”

“I understand.” Annie opened her handbag and took out her wallet. She handed Cass a card. “All of my numbers are listed here. If you ever want to talk, please, call me. Any time, day or night. And if you feel you want or need someone locally to talk to, I’ll be more than happy to help you find someone. As a matter of fact, an old friend from grad school has a practice near Red Bank-that’s not too far from here, right? I’m sure she’d love to speak with you, if you feel you want to do that.”

“Thank you. I might call you, if you’re sure…”

“I’m positive.” Annie turned the key in the ignition. “Don’t forget. Any time.”

She glanced up at Rick as she put the car in reverse. “I’ll see you soon. We’ll call you later tonight if we feel we have something that might shed some light on your case.”

Rick nodded and slapped lightly at the fender as Annie pulled away.

“She’s really nice,” Cass said as she waved good-bye.

He nodded. “Annie is one of a kind. She’s the best at what she does, and she’s a terrific person, to boot. Everyone is so happy for her, the way things have worked out.”

“What things?”

“You might have noticed the ring on her finger?”

“How could I not?” Cass grinned. “It’s quite a rock.”

“Annie’s engaged to a great guy. Detective in Pennsylvania; we’re all trying to get him to come to the Bureau. He’s perfect for her.” Rick watched Annie’s car turn onto the main road and disappear at the stop sign.

“That’s nice, that her friends all like him. I’m happy for her, that she found someone so nice.”

“It’s more than Evan being a nice guy.” He started walking toward his car, and Cass fell in step with him. “Annie had been engaged a few years ago, to a guy I went through the Academy with. Dylan Shields was the best in our class. Just a super, super guy in every respect.”

“What happened? Did he break off the engagement?”

“He was killed on a job a few years ago,” Rick said simply.

“Oh, my God, that’s terrible. Poor Annie. No wonder her friends are happy that she found someone.”

“Happy for her, certainly, but truth be told, we’re all-all of us guys who work with her,” he smiled as he unlocked the car doors and they both got in, “we’re jealous as hell of Evan. We’re all just a little bit in love with Annie.”

“I can see that.” Cass smiled, too. “And I can see why. She’s beautiful and smart and there’s something about her… a real gentleness, I guess I’d call it.”