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Authors: Mallory Kane

High School Reunion (4 page)

Laurel clamped her jaw. This wasn’t high school. So why was she letting these small-town divas get to her?

Just as Cade guided Debra into the foyer, she glanced back at Laurel. For a microsecond her eyes narrowed and dropped to the photographs in Laurel’s hand. Then she looked her straight in the eye. Laurel saw something in her gaze—something she couldn’t put her finger on.

She was sure of one thing, though. Debra wasn’t as shocked and faint as she pretended to be.

Cade came back in, shaking his head. “There are still a few folks outside, watching the house like vultures. This is the biggest crime Dusty Springs has seen since old man Rabb shot his son-in-law in the butt.”

He walked over to her. “You were telling me why this is all your fault.”

“We were talking about what the CeeGees did to Wendell on graduation night.”

“You think this is all about a silly high-school clique from ten years ago? What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that they didn’t care who they hurt. They ridiculed Wendell Vance on the most important night of his life. When he walked across that stage to accept the Science Medal—the school’s most prestigious award, nobody applauded. Everybody laughed. It was horrible.” She felt tears prick her eyes. “Then the next morning—”

“It was discovered that he’d hanged himself down by the creek using the old rope swing. What does that have to do with this?”

“It’s in the photo. The hand on Wendell’s shoulder. Look really close.”

He held the photos directly under the lamp. “Okay. I see the hand. Could we stop playing twenty questions?”

“That hand belongs to one of the CeeGees.”

“How do you know?”

“See the ring. Kathy had them made special for herself and the other girls.”

“I still don’t get it. So she’s making a big deal over Wendell. So what?”

She spread her hands. “If a CeeGee was flirting with a guy like Wendell, then it had to be because they weren’t through with him. They were planning something else that night.”

“You really resent them, don’t you?”

“This is not about me. It’s about what happened to Wendell.”

“What? What happened to Wendell? Besides the fact that he was obviously a troubled kid. I don’t get your point. You said what you saw in the photo didn’t add up.”

Laurel blew out a frustrated breath. “That’s right. I can’t shake the feeling that this photo is telling us something important. Think about it. Wendell got the Science Meda
l. It carried a ten-thousand-dollar scholarship with it. I remember wishing I could win it, but by the beginning of our senior year it was obvious that it was a two-man race—Wendell Vance and Ralph Langston.”

“Ten grand. I didn’t realize that.”

She nodded. “Wendell had been accepted at Vanderbilt. With all that ahead of him, why would he kill himself?”

“Maybe he couldn’t take the humiliation of what they did to him.”

“That’s not enough.”

“Kids kill themselves because they get turned down for a date. It’s sad but true.”

Laurel heard the doubt in his voice. Her frustration grew. She knew her theory was shaky.

Shaky?
It was barely more than a niggle of intuition fed by a couple of odd occurrences. Cade was about two seconds away from dismissing her as a conspiracy theorist.

“The more I looked at this photo, the more sure I was that this went beyond a kid hanging himself because somebody pulled a prank on him. I had to come back here and at least see if I could unearth anything about his death.”

Cade pushed his fingers through his hair, and then rubbed the back of his neck. “Wow. As theories go, yours is pretty thin.”

“I know. That’s why I called and asked Misty to pull out her photos. But I screwed up. I should have made sure she was alone before I started talking.” She spread her hands. “She was in the middle of a Reunion Planning Committee meeting. Everybody in the room overheard her talking about Wendell and the graduation night photos. I tried to stop the conversation once I realized she had company, but it was too late.”

Cade looked at his watch. “I don’t get what you’re driving at.”

“You know who’s on the Reunion Planning Committee?”

“Sure. Ann Noble from the Mayor’s office, Ralph Langston, Kathy Adler, Debra Honeycutt and—” he paused for an instant “—and Mary Sue Nelson.”

“Right. Three of the CeeGees. It was one of them who attacked Misty.”

“How do you figure?”

Laurel looked at Cade’s solemn face. Would he believe her? He had to. Without his help she didn’t have a prayer of uncovering the truth.

“Those three snapshots are the only ones I had that caught Wendell in them. And none of them show the CeeGee’s face. I was hoping Misty had a shot that revealed more.”

Cade’s gaze sharpened. “You’re thinking Misty’s attacker was after her photos.”

Laurel steeled herself against Cade’s possible ridicule. “Yes. I think the owner of that hand was planning a bigger humiliation for Wendell than a rude sign on his back.” She tapped the photo with her fingernail. “A CeeGee would never go near a geek like Wendell. I’m afraid Wendell didn’t commit suicide. I think when we find out whose hand that is, we’ll find Wendell’s murderer.”

 

L
AUREL’S WORDS
stunned Cade. He was still chewing on her theory that Wendell Vance might have been murdered when they got to Three Springs Hospital. He understood what Laurel was getting at, but it was a damn big stretch to go from a flirtation captured by a photo to homicide.

Misty Waller was in an emergency room cubicle. Her pretty, round face was almost as pale as the bandage on her head. The skin around her closed eyes was a faint purple. She was going to end up with a couple of shiners.

“I’m so sorry,” Laurel said, squeezing Misty’s hand. “This is my fault.”

Cade leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. Laurel had asked him to let her talk to Misty first. He didn’t like it, but he couldn’t think of a good reason to say no. Misty might tell her more than she’d tell him.

“Don’t be silly. You couldn’t know someone would break into my—” Misty’s voice cracked and she lifted a trembling hand to touch the bandage on her head. She turned her pale blue eyes toward Cade. “I can’t stay here, Cade. Make them let me go home. My cat—my house—”

Cade caught Laurel’s eye. Misty’s voice was too high. She was on the verge of hysteria.

“We’ll get you home just as soon as the doctors tell us we can,” Laurel said, patting Misty’s arm. “But right now, I need to know what happened. Everything you can remember.”

Misty closed her eyes and licked her lips. “I don’t remember anything. Can you call the doctor now? I have to get home.”

“He’ll be here in a few minutes,” Laurel said gently. “Did the nurse give you something?”

Without opening her eyes, Misty nodded. “She said it would calm me down but it’s not working.”

Laurel met Cade’s gaze. “It will. Just give it time. You had a shock. What you were doing this afternoon?”

“While I waited to hear from you, I finished transcribing a stack of depositions for the law firm I work for. Then I turned up the sound on the TV and watched the latest episode of
Secret Lives.

Cade stepped closer. “You turned up the sound? When did you turn it back down?”

Misty frowned up at him. “I didn’t. At least I don’t think I did.”

If Misty hadn’t turned the sound down, that explained why she didn’t hear the attacker. But why was the sound off when Laurel got there? He made a brief note to double-check the prints on the TV.

“So watching
Secret Lives
is the last thing you remember? What about your high-school pictures? Did you find them?” Laurel asked.

“Yes.” Misty smiled wanly. “I was looking at them this morning. I can’t believe what we looked like. Oh, jiminy, Laurel. We were so skinny.”

Laurel laughed softly. “And we were always dieting. And then running out at midnight for ice cream.”

Misty nodded and winced.

Enough reminiscing.
Cade stepped forward, but Laurel held up a hand.

He clenched his jaw. Did she think he was going to sit back and let her run this case? She might be an FBI agent, but she couldn’t do anything unless he officially asked for the Bureau’s help.

His granddad had been chief of police in Dusty Springs before his dad. And although everyone had expected Cade’s brother James to take over the job, now it was
his.
He was the law in town and he knew how to handle a crime. He didn’t need a big-city FBI agent to do his job for him.

The two women laughed. One laugh was high and tinkly, like broken glass. The other, Laurel’s, was low, throaty, sexy. A thrill of pure lust streaked through him, surprising him.

Down boy.
This wasn’t the time or the place. He shifted his weight and tried to keep his expression neutral. Even if it had been a long time since he’d been so strongly and immediately attracted to a woman.

He concentrated on Misty. At least Laurel had managed to calm her down.

That was her intent, he realized suddenly. Still—
two minutes.
No more. Then he was going to step in and ask the important questions.

“Did you find any pictures from graduation night?” Laurel asked.

“I found some in one of the photo boxes. I haven’t had a chance to look at them, though.”

“Where’s the box?”

“I put it back.”

Laurel smiled. “That’s right. You always put everything back. I never did. Misty, remember when I called the other day and you told me you were in a meeting?”

Cade’s irritation fizzled and his opinion of her skills raised a notch. She’d gone from caring friend to FBI agent inside of a minute, and he’d barely noticed the transition. He was certain Misty hadn’t.

“Sure.” Misty’s drooping eyes opened. “A Reunion Committee Meeting at my house.”

“Who all was there?” Cade broke in. He knew who was on the committee, but not who had attended that meeting.

Misty squinted at him. “Kathy of course. And her minions.” She cut her eyes over to Laurel, who laughed softly.

“Debra and Mary Sue. And Sheryl,” Laurel supplied.

“Not Sheryl. I haven’t seen her in years.”

“Who else?” Cade asked.

She closed her eyes again. “Ann Noble. And Ralph Langston. He’s funding the whole shebang.”

The curtain around the emergency room cubicle fluttered and a nurse stuck her head in. “Ms. Waller, Dr. Cook wants a CT scan of your head, just to be sure you’re okay.” She stepped over to the gurney and patted one of the pillows. “And he wants you to stay overnight, so we can watch you.”

Misty’s calm evaporated and her eyes grew wide and panicky. “No, I can’t stay here. Please. Where’s the doctor—”

“I’ll stay with you,” Laurel said. “Don’t worry.”

“The technician will be here in a few minutes to take you to the lab,” the nurse said, then left.

“Oh, Laurel, thank you. But I’m more worried about Harriet. She’ll be so scared in that house alone.”

“Harriet?”

“Harriet Potter. My kitten. She was Harry until I realized she was a girl.”

“Don’t worry,” Laurel said. “I’ll take care of her.” As she leaned over and kissed Misty on the forehead, Cade’s gaze zeroed in on her curvy backside. Her jacket rode up and he saw the tip of the leather paddle holster at the small of her back.

Something went haywire inside him at the sight of her weapon. He suddenly had to hold his breath and avert his gaze. He shifted his stance to try and hide an embarrassing truth. The sight of Laurel’s Glock holstered at the small of her back was a huge turn-on. Which surprised the hell out of him. He’d never thought of a woman with a gun as sexy before. In fact, he’d always thought those women-in-black-kicking-butt TV shows were a little silly. Maybe he’d have to give them another chance.

Laurel patted Misty’s hair and straightened. Misty gave her a tiny smile and her eyes grew damp at the corners. “Thank you. It’s so good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you, too.”

Cade felt like a fifth wheel. He wasn’t much for tearful reunions or sappy reminiscences. He was a lot more comfortable behind his badge.

He cleared his throat. “We’d better go, Agent Gille
spie.” Laurel’s head snapped up and her hazel eyes sparked.

She got his message.

“I’ll be back first thing in the morning,” she said to Misty. “I’m sure by then they’ll be ready to let you go home.”

She stood just as Mary Sue Nelson breezed in, carrying a funeral-size vase of flowers.

“Misty, darling! What in the world happened? Did you fall down the steps or something?”

“Hi, Mary Sue. Somebody attacked me,” Misty said groggily.

Mary Sue looked at her quizzically before she turned toward Cade.

“Hello, Cade. What are you doing here? Was she really attacked? Who could have done that?” She giggled.

Cade had to make himself relax his jaw. “Hi, Mary Sue.” He could see it now. The scene at Misty’s house was nothing. By the time Misty was admitted there would be a constant stream of concerned neighbors parading in and out of her hospital room. It was the small-town way.

“I tell you what,” he said. “They’re coming to get Misty for a CT scan in a couple of minutes. Why don’t we all get out of here and let her rest for a while?”

“Cade Dupree, you may be police chief, but my mom babysat you when you were in diapers. So watch who you’re giving orders to.” Mary Sue batted her eyelashes at him and laid her fingers on his arm.

Laurel met his gaze, her eyes sparkling dangerously.

Uh oh.

“Here, Mary Sue,” Laurel said. “Let me put that
glorious
bouquet over here. Where in the world did you get that at this time of night? Now you can have
both
hands free to talk to Cade.” She took the vase from Mary Sue’s hands. “There. I could hardly see you behind all the flowers.”

“Do I know you?”

“I’m Laurel Gillespie.”

Mary Sue didn’t even acknowledge her. She turned back to Cade. “Who do you think attacked Misty? Was it a gang?”

The nurse returned with an aide who unlocked the gurney’s wheels and began to maneuver it toward the door.

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