Leann Harris - Hidden Deception

She wrapped her arms around her waist.

“But…” Raul prompted after several seconds.

Daniel threw him a look and Raul shrugged as if to say “someone had to.”

“Joyce seemed to be distracted lately. I should’ve been more diligent and asked her what was wrong.”

“So you think something odd was going on in her life? Did she have any family issues?” Daniel asked.

“I don’t know. I think Joyce might have been divorced. She never talked about her past and wasn’t looking for another relationship.”

“Why do you say that?” Daniel asked.

“I’ve seen a couple of customers try to flirt with her. She shut them down. Politely, but she discouraged men. This last week, though, she was remote, as if something was bothering her.”

“Have any idea what?” Rodriguez pressed.

She shook her head. “No.”

Daniel’s gut reaction told him the woman was hiding something.

“Did you have any cash on hand? Maybe someone was after money?” Daniel asked.

She shook her head. “I make the deposit run in the late afternoon. We don’t keep a lot of money in the store.”

“Is anything missing?” Raul questioned.

“Where is she?” A woman’s voice floated up the stairs.

“Ma’am, you can’t go up there,” Icenhour replied.

“You want to try and stop me?” The steel in her voice caught both Daniel’s and Raul’s attention.

For the first time, Elena smiled. That smile tugged at Daniel’s heart.

“That’s Mom. You might as well let her up. She won’t stop until she makes it up here.”

They didn’t need a scene. Daniel stood and walked to the door. “Icenhour, let the woman come up here.”

Instantly, a woman appeared in the doorway and brushed by Daniel. In her early sixties, with blond hair and deep-blue eyes that burned with concern, she was a handsome woman, who bore no physical resemblance to her daughter. Instantly, she scooped Elena into her arms.

“Are you all right?” She pulled back and brushed Elena’s hair from her face.

When Elena tried to speak, she couldn’t say a word, but nodded.

“What have you done to my daughter?” the older woman demanded, turning to the detectives and glaring.

Daniel understood her reaction, but her attitude wasn’t helpful. “Your daughter’s—”

“Mom, the detectives have done nothing. Seeing Joyce’s…body…reminds me of—”

The older woman nodded. “I want to take my daughter home.”

Daniel glanced at Rodriguez, who nodded. “That’s fine.” Daniel reached inside his sports jacket, pulled out a business card and handed it to Elena. “If you remember anything else, please get in touch with me.”

She took the business card and clutched it in her hand.

As the women started to leave, Elena paused and handed Daniel her keys. “Will you lock up?”

“Yes.”

Once they were alone, Rodriguez stood and shook his head. “Talk about a mother bear protecting her young. I wouldn’t want to get between that woman and her daughter.”

Daniel slipped the keys in his pocket, then joined Rodriguez at the door.

“I know. Let’s see if the guys downstairs have finished up.”

He watched from the shadows as the police swarmed over the building. He ground his teeth. The stupid female showed up too soon. He hadn’t finished his search. Of course, Joyce had surprised him, too. Threatened him, but he solved that problem. He could solve this new problem. There was another night, and he wasn’t going to stop until he found what Joyce had stolen from him. Too much depended on that evidence, and he would find it.

When Elena walked into the Santa Fe police headquarters, the large clock on the wall read 6:20 a.m. It hadn’t been a peaceful night. She’d wrestled “the nightmare,” only this time it had a new twist. This time the dream started with her arriving at the antique shop and finding the body. But when she turned the body over, it wasn’t Joyce she discovered. It was her birth mother’s body, and suddenly the room had altered to the kitchen where her mother died. Her father, in a drunken rage, had grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter and stabbed her mother when she refused to get him another beer. Elena had been eight when that happened. Her older brother had called the police and held their mother while they waited for the cops.

It had taken years for that vision not to haunt her dreams. Too many times her adoptive parents held her while she cried. This morning she didn’t want to add to the sorrow and grief her mother felt for Joyce.

After experiencing that old nightmare, Elena knew she couldn’t go back to sleep, so she dressed and decided to go to work. Unfortunately, her car and keys to the shop were still with the detectives. Instead of waking her mother and facing questions, Elena wrote a note and took a bus downtown. She could walk from the main police station to the shop.

The receptionist walked to her desk, a cup of coffee in her hand. “May I help you?”

“Is Detective Stillwater here?”

The woman called the detective’s extension. “Detective, there’s a woman here—” She paused and looked at Elena.

“Elena Jackson.”

The woman repeated the name. “Okay. I’ll relay the message.” She hung up the phone. “He’ll be here in a moment.”

Elena turned and looked out the plate-glass windows into the empty street. It glowed with a soft predawn light. The scent of piñon and mountain cedar filled the air. This time of day always refreshed Elena, and in the stillness, she could pray. She could tell the Lord about her day and spend time with Him. Even in New York, where there was a mass of humanity, the mornings were her time to renew herself. In New York, praying as she walked to work had made her appreciate the beauty of the city, but when she came home to New Mexico, her soul found peace.

The smell of the receptionist’s coffee floated through the air, reminding Elena that she hadn’t had her morning cup yet. A stop at Juan’s at the corner of the street would be her first priority after she got her keys. Juan’s Café was a favorite hangout for the cops and lawyers downtown, but, despite that, she’d wanted coffee and one of the breakfast burritos Juan cooked up. Often, when she was a teen, her adoptive father had brought her to the store and they’d stop at Juan’s for a treat.

“How are you doing this morning?” Daniel’s voice jerked her out of her thoughts.

Elena turned and watched the detective walk toward her. He was a good-looking man, something she hadn’t noticed last night. Of course, she had been a little too preoccupied to look, but now she gave him a once-over. Whipcord lean, Daniel had a wealth of blue-black hair, high cheekbones, piercing brown eyes and a well-defined mouth. The coppery tone of his skin reminded Elena that it was his ancestors who first roamed this land. He probably had his fair share of female admiration. She didn’t notice a wedding ring on his left hand. Although he’d been up all night, he didn’t look tired.

“I came by for my keys. I wanted to get to the shop and see what needed to be done.”

“Let’s go back to my desk. Your keys are there and we can go over your story again.”

Her eyes widened. “Why?”

“Now that you’ve had the night to think about what happened, maybe something else occurred to you.”

Suspicion filled her. Did he think she had something to do with Joyce’s murder? But before she could say anything, her stomach rumbled. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Daniel’s mouth curved with amusement.

“I haven’t had breakfast,” she mumbled. “I was going to stop by Juan’s before I went to the store.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Her brows knitted into a frown. “I beg your pardon?”