Authors: Patricia H. Rushford
Nick dozed off and on until Rosie came in at 10:30. Angel talked to her briefly, then left. The overcast skies and her droopy spirits led her to Joanie’s, her favorite coffee shop. After ordering a latte and a chocolate-chip-hazelnut scone, Angel settled into one of the cushioned chairs. She liked coming here, liked the atmosphere, the gifts, and the food. It was a great place for pulling her thoughts together and hashing out problems.
Joanie had just brought her order when Rachael walked in.
“Hey, look who’s here.” Angel waved at her and gestured toward the adjacent chair.
“What can I get for you, Rachael?” Joanie asked in her ever-present English accent that Angel never tired of hearing.
Rachael plopped into the chair. “Iced latte, raspberry syrup.”
“Sugar free?”
“Heavens no. Not today. I need all the energy I can get.” She eyed Angel’s scone. “Bring me one of those too.”
“Rough day?” Angel set aside the pad on which she’d been writing notes to herself about Nick.
“The worst.” Rachael was wearing a form-fitting blue suit and looked every bit the competent lawyer she was. “I need a secretary.”
Angel held up her hand. “Can’t help you there.”
Rachael smiled and raked a hand through her dark, shoulder-length hair. “Not to worry, secretarial work isn’t in your job description.” She tugged at her short skirt. “Besides, I don’t want to talk about my work or yours. I want to hear about Nick. Tim told me he was doing better, but I want details, girl. What’s the deal with the shooter? Any idea who did it or why Nick was targeted?”
Angel shook her head.
Rachael thrummed her pink-tipped nails on the arm of the chair. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Angel leaned forward. Rachael had been dating Angel’s brother Paul for a while now and was practically family. Still, Angel wasn’t sure she should talk about Luke’s possible connection with Nick. On the other hand, Luke had been an attorney, an assistant DA in Miami. Rachael might have some advice or know someone who knew someone. Besides, she found herself wanting to talk to someone, if for no other reason than to go over it all again and maybe gain a fresh perspective.
“Did Paul ever tell you about Luke?”
“Sure. Your oldest brother, right? The one who disappeared?”
Angel nodded.
Rachael chewed on her lower lip, looking as though she wanted to say more.
“What?” Angel prodded.
“He not only told me, he had me do some checking.”
“Checking? As in...?”
“Paul said you guys never got a clear picture of what happened back in Florida. He said that no one would tell him anything. All he had were vague newspaper and television accounts.”
“And were you able to find out anything?”
“Amazingly, yes. Paul gave me some names. I recognized one of them, Andrew Larson, as a guy I’d gone to law school with at Harvard.”
“You went to school at Harvard? When?”
“Graduated 2000.”
“Did you ever meet Luke?”
“Maybe. There were a lot of students, and Luke graduated in ’98. Paul showed me his picture, but I didn’t recognize him. I called the DA’s office and talked to the guy who took Luke’s job and who’s now the DA.”
“No kidding.”
“Andrew was pretty open to talking about it. Luke was supposed to pick up a key witness and his bodyguard in a major trial. The witness was testifying in a case involving a mob organization supposedly run by Robert and Richard Penghetti. Or as they are more affectionately known, Bobby and Rick. From what my friend says, the guys are richer than Gates and are still managing to stay out of the courts. Luke and his witness never showed up in court, and when the cops were sent to check things out, they found the witness and his bodyguard dead. Luke was nowhere around. They’d gotten an anonymous tip indicating that Luke had been seen going into the apartment and leaving alone.” She licked her lips. “He’s still wanted for questioning.”
Angel sipped at her latte. “I knew that, part of it anyway, but Luke didn’t kill them.”
“Paul said the same thing. My colleague isn’t so sure, but then he never knew Luke. Anyway, Alton Delong, the DA your brother worked with, quit less than a year later.”
“Do we know why?”
“One theory is that he was burned out. He got tired of having the bad guys get off on technicalities. The second theory about Alton’s resignation is that he sold out to the Penghetti family. He denies it, of course, saying he just needed a change. My friend said they’re still trying to get the goods on the Penghetti family but can’t put together enough evidence to prosecute.”
“Probably doesn’t help that the last witness was killed.”
“For sure. It’s like they’ve got everyone in their pocket.”
“Not Luke.”
“Look, Angel, I know he’s your brother, but Luke’s prints were in that apartment. And the key card found in the room puts him there that morning. The hotel doorman identified him as going into the hotel close to when the murders were committed and not coming back out.”
Angel changed her mind about telling Rachael about Luke’s being there for the funeral. She doubted the attorney would break confidence, but she couldn’t take the chance.
“Why are you asking about Luke?” Rachael asked.
“He’s been on my mind a lot lately. With the funeral and me sleeping in his room while the house is being remodeled. When did Paul ask you to look into the case?”
“When he found out that I’d graduated from Harvard. He’d seen somewhere that the new DA had graduated from there as well.”
“I wish he’d told me.”
“Maybe it’s better that he didn’t. I told Paul to leave it alone. My friend might be completely trustworthy, but it sounds as though those brothers’ tentacles are far reaching. If they discover that we’ve been digging into the case, there could be trouble.” She paused when Joanie brought her latte and scone and then said, “So tell me about Nick.”
“He’s doing better. He even joked with me today. He’s still in a lot of pain though.” Angel set down her drink, her stomach heavy with a new fear. “Callen thinks Nick may have been shot by a professional.”
“A hit man?” Rachael blew out a long breath. “Has Nick been trying to find Luke?”
“He might have been, especially if he and my brothers were talking.” The idea seemed entirely conceivable. Angel didn’t like the way her thoughts had drifted. If her brothers had been looking into Luke’s disappearance, they could be in danger as well. “Did you mention Paul’s name when you talked to this Andrew guy?”
Her eyes widened. “I might have. Oh, my... You don’t think... No, Andrew’s a nice guy. Listen to me. I really doubt Andrew would be involved with the mob. But then money talks, doesn’t it.”
She rubbed her forehead. “We shouldn’t be jumping to conclusions here. The attempt on Nick’s life may have had nothing to do with what happened to Luke.”
“Just the same, we’d better call Paul and tell him and Peter to watch their backs.”
Rachael looked ready to cry. “I hope this is all a figment of our imaginations, Angel. I can’t bear the thought of Paul being in danger because I happened to mention his name to a colleague.”
“I hope so too.” She pressed her hands against the arms of the chair and stood. “I think I’ll head over to the resort and have a talk with them.”
“They aren’t there.” Rachael looked stricken.
Angel lowered herself back into the chair. “Where are they?”
“Paul called me this morning. Said he and Peter were heading to the resort on Marathon Key.”
“Florida,” they both said at once.
EIGHT
C
razy.
Her brothers were all crazy. Angel hated being left out—had always hated it. Since she was the baby of the family, her four older brothers felt she was too young to hang around with them and tended to ignore her. It seemed as though they were always conspiring to go places where they knew she couldn’t go. Maybe she had been too young then, but certainly not now.
How dare they start digging into Luke’s past without talking to her? Had Peter and Paul gone to Florida to find Luke? Had they dug up information that revealed his whereabouts? Had Nick said something to them? Were they all in cahoots? The more she thought about what Rachel had said, the angrier she became.
Before heading home, Angel stopped at St. Matthews Church to have a talk with Tim.
She walked past Paula, his secretary, who held up a hand in warning. “He’s on the—”
“Well, he can just get off it,” Angel grumbled.
“I guess he’ll have to.” The secretary shook her head.
Angel stopped before she got to the closed door. “I’m sorry, Paula. I’m not in the best mood.”
“So I see. Want to talk about it? Might help if you diffuse a little before heading in there.”
Angel took a deep breath. “Um, it’s personal.” Nodding toward Tim’s office, she said, “Is the call really important?”
“Sort of. He’s talking to an author about coming to speak at a men’s retreat.”
“Oh. Who?” Not that she cared all that much. But Paula was right. It wouldn’t help matters to rush into Tim’s office as upset as she was.
“Jacob Ellsworth.”
“The singer?”
“Right.” Her eyes flashed with enthusiasm. “His voice is heavenly, and he writes the most thought-provoking books. He’s also single and very handsome.”
Angel chuckled. Paula was middle-aged and married, with about six kids. “Sounds like Tim should get him for the women’s retreat.”
“Now that would be interesting.” She sighed, then glanced at her phone and said, “Looks like he just hung up. You can go on in.”
Angel did. “Did you get your speaker?” she asked, glancing around at the well-stocked bookshelves and religious wall art. He had a picture of Susan and the girls and himself in a seashell frame on his desk.
Tim raised an eyebrow. “Yes, but...”
“Paula told me. Did you know your secretary has a crush on the guy?”
He chuckled. “I’m not surprised. So do most of the women in the congregation.” Resting on his elbows he asked, “To what do I owe this rare and unexpected visit?”
She sank into the chair in front of his desk. “Do you know where Peter and Paul are?”
“On their way to Florida, I suppose. That’s what Paul told me yesterday.”
“Do you happen to know why they’re going to Florida?”
He shrugged and closed the folder he had open on his desk. “Same reason as always, to check out their resort on Marathon Key.”
Angel squinted at him, trying to read his features. He didn’t
seem to be hiding anything. Maybe he really didn’t know. She decided to enlighten him.
Tim was surprised at her news, and the more Angel told him, the more upset he got.
“Rachael told you this?”
“Yes, and I’m worried. Luke’s disappearance is tied to a mob organization that’s been operating down there. The DA thinks Luke may have been paid off and may have even killed the state’s primary witness and his guard. You and I know Luke would never do that, but something sure is going on. Nick was shot—Callen thinks it may have been a professional hit. Did Nick say anything to you about Luke being at the funeral?”
Tim slowly moved his head from side to side, his features weary. “No. This is the first I’ve heard. Are you sure?”
“Did you notice the man with the beard who was standing off by himself?”
“No, I wasn’t have much of an opportunity to look around.”
“Nick talked to him. I thought maybe he’d come to you and the twins.”
“No. I wish I could shed some light on this, but it looks like I’m farther out of the loop than you are.” He frowned. “I can’t believe they didn’t tell me. I didn’t even see this guy you’re talking about. Are you sure it was Luke?”
“I wasn’t at the time, but Nick said it was, and he wouldn’t have lied to me about it.”
“No, I don’t suppose he would. Have you called the twins?” Tim asked.
Angel checked her watch. “No, but they’d still be in flight.”
Tim pushed his chair back. “Let’s go for a walk—I could use some lunch.”
Angel followed him through the church offices and outside. Tim was probably the most levelheaded of all her brothers and the most mature. Some of that maturity had undoubtedly come from the life-threatening car accident he’d been in as a teenager. He’d struggled terribly with depression for a several months, but when the ordeal was over and he came home from the hospital, Angel noticed a major change in him. Tim always told her he’d had a revelation
and a serious talk with God.
After that, he’d gone to college and seminary with one goal in mind—to become a pastor.
Angel hurried to catch up to him. “You could wait for me, you know.”
He slowed. “Sorry. I tend to walk fast when I’m upset.”
“Yeah, me too, but my legs are shorter than yours. So what are we going to do about Peter and Paul?”
“Have you talked to Callen yet?” Tim asked. “Does he know what our brothers are up to?”
“I told him what Nick said to me, but I haven’t had a chance to tell him about the twins. I need to do that.” Angel chided herself for not having done it already. Peter and Paul could be in trouble, and she’d neglected the obvious form of help. Callen could talk to the authorities in Florida, alert them to the potential danger. “On the other hand, I wonder if the police will do anything. So far as we know, there’s been no crime committed against them.”
“Hmm. Do you know when they’re due to land?”
“Rachael said around 6:00.” Angel glanced at her watch.
“Eastern time.” Tim checked his as well. “They won’t be landing for three hours.”
As they approached Angel’s favorite lunch spot, the Burger Shed, Tim stopped and held the door open. “This okay for lunch?”
“Sure.” She stepped inside and got in line to place her order. “How about I call Callen and see if he can meet us here?”
“Good plan.”
They’d ordered and were just capturing a table on the deck outside when Callen came in. She smiled, remembering one of her first encounters with him. He’d ordered vegetarian and lectured her about her choice in foods: hamburger, fries, and a milk shake. She hadn’t changed her eating habits much and doubted he had either. Marrying Callen would mean cooking for him, and he was into eating healthy. Which wasn’t a bad thing, but there were certain foods she couldn’t give up—not even for a guy like Callen.