Faces of Evil [4] Rage (13 page)

Like he cared what she wore. He’d take her without clothes any day of the week—or night for that matter. The thought had a completely unprofessional tension spiraling inside him.

He cleared his head of the images of her naked body nestled against him amid tangled sheets. “What new place?”

“Some older gentleman Lil goes to church with has offered his garage apartment until I can find something else. Apparently he saw the news last night and called her.”

“Lily can vouch for this guy?” Sounded a little dubious to Dan.

“He goes to her church. How bad can he be?” Jess frowned. “By the way, the Taurus died on me. It’s at the coroner’s office.”

“What do you mean it died?” The carpool sergeant had assured him that car was in tiptop condition.

Jess shrugged. “How do I know? It does nothing when I turn the key. No clicking, no nothing. Lori had to pick me up. I need my car back, Dan.” She gave him an I-mean-it look. “A… S… A… P.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll take care of it.” So much for that plan. All carpool vehicles were equipped with GPS, making pinpointing their locations a simple matter. He couldn’t exactly have a device added to Jess’s personal vehicle just because he worried about her. In any event, she wanted her car back and he had no choice but to have it released to her.

Trying to keep tabs on her was a full-time job.

His first order of business was getting the details on this new landlord and checking him out. “It’s too late to pick up your car now,” he countered. “I’ll call in the morning, I swear. So what’s the address of this new place of yours?”

She rolled her eyes and rattled off the location of this Good Samaritan.

Dan made a mental note of the info, then took her by the elbow. “Why don’t I take you to dinner? I’ll call a friend of mine who has a great little boutique in Homewood. I bet she’d open up after dinner just for you.”

Jess scoffed. “What makes you think I can afford your friend’s boutique? I’ve met several of your friends, Dan. I’m only a deputy chief, you know.”

Damn. She really was tired. Calling him by his first name was reserved for when they were far away from work and, more often than not, naked. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she gives you the public servant discount.” Jess wouldn’t ever have to know that discount went on his American Express. Whatever she needed, he wanted her to have.

“Wait.” She scrutinized him, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “She’s not one of your ex-girlfriends or wives is she?”

“No, Jess. She is not. She’s a friend of my mother’s.”

Her face fell. “That’s even worse.”

10:15 p.m.

T
urn here.”

“Are you sure?” Dan asked.

Jess leaned forward. She felt like a kid at Christmas. It was only a temporary apartment but she couldn’t wait to see it. “This is it. Lori said to turn just past the house. The driveway goes around behind it to a detached garage. The key’ll be under the mat at the top of the stairs.”

Dan turned onto the narrow drive. “Your sister says this guy’s a recluse?”

He wasn’t happy that Jess had taken the apartment, but she was desperate. She needed her space. She needed her sister off her back and she needed out of the temporary limbo she’d been in since returning to her hometown. It was time. Time to move on with her life.

“He goes to church every Sunday. Her preacher suspects he’s the person who leaves a wad of cash in the collection box, but he can’t prove it.”

“Should we offer our lab services?” Dan shifted into park. “We can check for prints. Nail down the perpetrator.”

“Funny.” The garage looked fairly large with a staircase going up one side. It was hard to see with nothing but the moonlight, but there seemed to be a lot of trees. “Looks well maintained.” Lori had told her the place was immaculate. The man, Mr. Louis, seemed a little shy but well-mannered and normal looking.

But then so were a lot of monsters… like Eric Spears. Ha ha. Jess wasn’t even going there.

“It’s not too late to change your mind,” Dan suggested, as if he’d read hers.

“Stop.” Jess opened the door and climbed out. She snagged her bag and went to the rear hatch door to grab an armload of packages from Doree. She was now one hundred percent certain she had no limit left on any of her credit cards. If her house in Virginia didn’t sell quickly she was going to be cash poor and eyeball deep in debt.

The thought was beyond depressing. “You know.” She watched while Dan gathered the rest of the bags. “I may need a raise.”

He laughed. “We can’t talk about work right now.” He hit the key fob and the door closed. “I’m officially off duty, which means I’m your friend, not your boss.”

“What a cop-out, pun totally intended.” Jess glanced at the back of her new landlord’s house. The windows were all dark. “I hope he won’t have a problem with my coming and going all hours of the night.” She hadn’t thought of that. Tomorrow she would need to have a heart-to-heart with her kindly benefactor. He might not realize what he’d gotten himself into.

At the stairs, Dan insisted, “I’ll go first.”

Was he never going to get over this whole protective thing? “Suit yourself.”

Out of habit, Jess counted the steps as she climbed. Sixteen. Wide treads with a comfortable rise. Iron so there was no worry about rotten boards since they were exposed to the weather.

Dan moved the welcome mat, used his cell phone to light the landing so he could spot the key. “Here we go.”

It was foolish but she felt a little giddy as he unlocked the door. He reached inside and flipped a switch. Jess squeezed past him. Her bags hit the floor.

The apartment was one big open space. Hardwood floors. Soft sandy-colored walls. Clean white ceiling. There were windows on all sides, which she liked. The kitchen was small. Just a few cabinets, a sink, fridge, and stove filling one corner. An old-fashioned table, the metal and red Formica kind with the matching metal and red vinyl chairs, stood nearby.

On the far side of the room near the only other door was her brand-new bed. It was massive. She walked straight over to it, hopped on, and dropped onto her back. “Heavenly. Air-cooled memory foam.” She smoothed her hands over the lush comforter.

“There’s a card.” Dan sat down on the end of the bed and tossed her a large white envelope.

Her name was scrawled on the front. Jess tore it open. “It’s from Lori and Harper.” She laughed. “The linens and comforter are housewarming gifts. There’re towels in the bathroom. I never even thought about that.” She closed her eyes and sighed. “Just the bed.”

“Speaking of bathrooms.” The mattress scarcely moved as he got up and walked over to the door and opened it. “Not bad.”

She had to see it. Jess rolled off the bed, groaning at the loss of the glorious support to her weary muscles. She joined him at the bathroom door. There was a claw-foot tub, a century-old pedestal sink, black-and-white-tiled floor, and a big leaded glass window. There was even a small linen closet.

Marvelous… except…“Where’s the other closet?” Jess turned and went back out into the main room. The bathroom was actually a square that had been carved out of the space. The matching square next to the bathroom made for a kind of L-shape in the big room. A curtain hung there. She drew it back and gasped.

Shelves and rods lined the walls, along with a nice row of built-in drawers, and at the back was a massive triple mirror. “Now this is a closet.”

Next she checked out the kitchen. The cabinets were clean. She would need dishes, pots, and pans and most everything else.

Mostly she would eat out. Not a big deal. Whatever minor details remained outstanding, she was just glad to have a place. She owed Lori and Harper big time. She turned back to admire her luxurious king-size bed. How the heck had they gotten that thing here from the store much less up the stairs?

“I could help you put away your stuff.”

She jumped at the sound of Dan’s voice. She’d been totally lost in thought. And she was really tired. “That can wait until tomorrow.”

“You sure about that?’ He glanced over at the half dozen bags. “We wouldn’t want those snazzy outfits to wrinkle.”

That was a point she couldn’t deny. “You just want to see the underwear I picked out. I know you.” She skirted around him and went to gather a couple of the bags.

“Actually,” he picked up a few bags himself and followed her to the closet space. “I don’t like the idea of leaving you here without more information on this guy.”

“Stop being paranoid.” Jess pulled the first of her four new outfits from the bag. She was glad Doree had included the silk-encased hangers with each outfit, otherwise she wouldn’t be hanging anything. Just another item she would need. Not necessarily silk-encased.

“Wells is picking you up in the morning?”

“She is.” Jess sent him a scowl. “You need to remember to call whoever’s in charge over there at the lab and tell them I need my car back by lunch.”

“I’ll call,” he promised. “Have you charged your phone?”

Jess hung the ivory two-piece suit. She loved the belted jacket. “I will. There’s a bag over by the bed that Lori brought from her place. It has all the stuff I bought last night. The charger’s in there somewhere.”

While she took care of her fledgling wardrobe, he plugged in her phone. Evidently he intended to make sure she was reachable.

The fridge door opened with a squeak. “You want me to run out and get you some bottled water or something?”

“Go home, Dan.” She reached into the last bag and removed the shoes. The first pair were gorgeous Mary Jane pumps in a sleek ivory with four-inch heels. The second pair, black stilettoes, the kind of shoes every woman needed. Perfect for any occasion. “I’ve got this under control.”

She opened the first drawer and sniffed. Surprisingly, there was a floral liner that smelled faintly of peony. Took all of two minutes to store her new, silky undergarments there. The few cosmetics she’d picked up at Walmart, and the shampoo and body wash went to the bathroom next and she was done.

“If you’re sure you’re okay,” he said finally.

Setting her hands on her hips she turned to face him. Just then, with nothing but a historic light fixture providing the room’s ambience, Dan could have been twenty years younger. He looked so sweet standing there all worried and reluctant to leave her alone in a strange place with a strange old man right next door.

But she wasn’t twenty anymore and all that reluctance was getting on her nerves. “Go home!” She strode straight up to him and took him by the arm. She ushered him to the door. “I’ll see you in the morning and we’ll go observe the autopsy or something.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll call you when I get home.”

“And I won’t answer. I’m about to try out that shower.”

Reluctantly, he walked out the door and hustled down the stairs.

Leaning against the door frame, Jess watched until he was in his fancy Mercedes and backing away. Once his headlights disappeared, she closed the door and locked it. The dead bolt, too.

Shedding her shoes and clothes as she went, she made her way to the bathroom. She turned on the shower spigot and climbed into the claw-foot tub. With a whoosh of metal on metal, she drew the curtain around her and lifted her face up to the gloriously warm water. Turning her back, she let the water soothe her weary muscles. She stood beneath it until she felt ready to melt. The fluffy new towel made fast work of drying. She dabbed on a little moisturizer and opted not to dry her hair. She could fight with it in the morning.

With teeth brushed and the borrowed robe Lori had sent along, she claimed the Grayson file from her bag and climbed onto her new lush bed.

She spread out the crime scene photos and studied the images. “Who was this angry with you, Gabrielle?”

The woman had no living siblings. Her brother had died as a teenager. Her father had passed away two years ago and her mother was vacationing in the Mediterranean. She wouldn’t be back to Birmingham until late tomorrow. No cousins, no extended family here at all.

Maybe Lori would find something during her interviews with the friends.

Jess stared at the photo she had borrowed from the house that showed Larry and Gabrielle Grayson with their brand-new baby boy just a few short months ago. They looked so happy. How had this happened to two people who seemed so much in love?

Could Sylvia Baron be right about the problem being related to the husband? “Why in the world did you want to talk to your husband’s ex?” Jess asked the image of the lovely woman who was now lying on a cold hard slab at the morgue.

What would make a woman call upon her husband’s ex-wife—the ex-wife she had stolen him from? A snob, frankly, who obviously thought she was way better than Gabrielle.

Her cell clanged. Jess swung her feet over the side of the bed and hopped off. She strode to the kitchen counter and checked her screen.

Burnett.

She shouldn’t answer. But knowing him, if she didn’t he would drive back over here just to see if she was okay. “You woke me up,” she lied.

“Blake just called. Lily’s in the hospital. I’m on my way to pick you up now.”

The blood seemed to drain from her body, pooling around her feet. “What happened? Why the hell didn’t Blake call me?”