Roz Fox - Annie's Neighborhood

“Speaking of landscapes, have you driven down Rose Arbor recently?”

Sky choked on a swig of his coffee. “Not really. Why?” he mumbled after Koot had pounded his back. Sky had made checking the street that suffered the three robberies part of his nightly routine. Because his checks weren’t entirely of an official nature, but partly a personal interest he’d taken in Annie Emerson, Sky wasn’t about to admit that he already knew about the improvements on Rose Arbor. He didn’t want to feel any interest in Annie, but he did—and he wasn’t about to admit that, either.

“Well, there’ve been big changes at the three homes where we investigated those break-ins.”

“Changes?” Sky played along, even though he’d witnessed stages of the restoration via his car lights and one streetlamp. He knew Annie, the California cyclone, would get the credit or blame, depending on whether or not her plans to spearhead urban renewal caused upheaval among the rank and file.

“As soon as the rain lets up, you need to go take a gander. Those same three homes have been painted from top to bottom. The one in the middle is obviously being prepared for new landscaping. All those renos are pricy, Sky. I wonder if we’ve got ourselves a case of insurance fraud.”

This time Sky did spew his coffee. “Sorry.” He grabbed a paper towel, wiped the counter and bent to scrub part of the linoleum. “Tell me what brought on that conclusion.”

“At least two of those couples claimed losses in the robberies. Ida Vance’s granddaughter never provided us with a list of her stolen goods. After I saw what’s going on over there, I started thinking the gal from California might be some kind of scam artist. The TV news is full of those tales. A lot of ’em are in Florida, but some are in and around L.A. She could’ve set it up so they all collected big on phony insurance claims.”

Sky returned to his office. “Annie Emerson is no scam artist, Koot. And don’t be saying anything like that around town. I told you I got back some of their stolen property that had been hocked. I even found silverware Ms. Emerson didn’t know had gone missing. They’re honest folks.”

Koot followed his boss into his cramped office. “You sound pretty certain of that for somebody who claims not to have seen the work that’s gone on there.”

“Well, the day I returned the stolen goods I was able to track down, Ms. Emerson was sanding old paint off her house.” He winced, remembering how she’d bruised his shin—and his pride—that day. Frowning, Sky sat in his swivel chair and beat a tattoo on his desk pad with a thumb. “Her biggest drawback isn’t that she’s a criminal, Koot. It’s that she’s too stubborn for words. Remember the night I had dinner at your house, and asked you and Sadie whether you thought one person could start a movement and turn this town around?”

“Yep. I recall thinking you’d gotten too big a whiff of that marijuana you’d confiscated from the middle school that day.”

“What you said was that it would take a fairy godmother to wave a magic wand. Well, picture Annie Emerson with wings and a sparkly crown.”

“There you go again, talking in riddles.”

“I didn’t come right out and say that our newest resident presented me with a nutty idea. She plans to conduct a town hall meeting and convince all our residents to paint their homes. She thinks that’ll cure any ills Briar Run suffers.”

Koot dropped heavily into the chair across from Sky. “Why did you beat about the bush instead of telling Sadie and me the truth about what you knew?”

Sky stared at his coffee mug. “I don’t know. Yes, I do know.... I didn’t want you guys calling her a nut job. She’s nice, but has misplaced ideas.”

“Have you gone sweet on Annie Emerson?”

“No.” Sky reared back, shooting Koot a scowl. “The thing is, she asked for my backing and I ran for the car like a scalded jackrabbit. Apparently she hasn’t let that stop her.”

The older man propped his elbows on his knees. “I’ve gotta say the houses look good. But, Sky, if she makes too much noise about believing that her urban renewal plan will drive out crime, won’t that make the Stingers view her as a threat?”

Sky’s nervous thumb tapped faster.

“I don’t want to pile more worry on you, boss.”

“You haven’t said anything I haven’t already considered.”

“Maybe she’ll decide that the amount of work or the cost isn’t practical for most folks. Hey, if this rain slacks off, she’ll probably get back out in her yard. I don’t mind moseying over there again. I can compliment what she’s done and see if she mentions any further plans.”

“Compliments might encourage her,” Sky said. “Better to let it go. Also, she gets her back up easily.”

“Okay, it’s your call, Chief. I’m due back out on patrol. If this rain doesn’t quit, I can’t say I’m sorry tomorrow’s my day off.”

“In my old job I got regular days off.” Sky pursed his lips. “Not in this one.”

“Not in the military, either,” Koot pointed out.

“Nope. I’m talking about my last police job. Although come to think of it, working vice in Baltimore involved more personal risk than this one. We had some major crime to deal with.”

“I’ll bet that job came with a higher salary,” Koot joked as he shrugged on his rain slicker.

“There was that aspect. But Corrine’s marriage to a thoroughbred horse breeder didn’t leave me with many other options. I should be thankful I landed this job. For now I can see Zack. Or at least I can see him between the times his mother dreams up reasons to haul me back into court.”

“Any word on whether the court will advance the date of your big custody hearing?”

Sky shook his head. “My lawyer tells me the county docket is full. Chances of getting that court date advanced are slim to none. Sure seems like Corrine’s attorney has more clout than mine does.”

“Bummer. Sadie and I are ready to vouch for you. I hope it’s a slow day here so both of us can go to court to say you’re a good Joe.”

“I appreciate it. That whole proceeding is nonsense. Kentucky Child Welfare has already demanded and received affidavits pertaining to every stinking second of my life.”

“Yeah, well, stay cool. You know that her side is dragging this out, hoping for something that’ll give them reason to file another injunction. That’s why, even if you’re sweet on Annie Emerson, forget it. Your ex’s shyster lawyer will find some way to exploit it to their advantage.”

Sky tugged his lower lip. “That burns me, Koot. Corrine divorced me while I was off fighting for our country. She claimed irreconcilable differences she didn’t have to substantiate. I don’t understand a system that lets her take my son from the state where we lived. She married an older dude with teenagers and nobody objected when she completely rearranged my kid’s life. Yet, her side has the right to reject my home, my job and maybe whatever woman I may show a remote interest in wanting to date? Give me a break.”

“I guess family law has to consider everything. Say, Sky, did you just admit you’re interested in dating Ms. Emerson?”

“Koot, you old buzzard, don’t try and put words in my mouth. I’ll admit I find her intriguing. I’m reasonably sure that’s not mutual.”

“Hmm. I may have to ask Sadie to go strike up an acquaintance with the lady and invite you both over for an evening of food and poker. That way we can all get to know one another a bit better.”

“Don’t you dare! But before I forget, I’m scheduling myself a day off real soon to spend with Zachary.”

Koot left, and Sky went back to his paperwork. Rain or not, he wanted to make time to drive down Rose Arbor Street in daylight for once.