Trinity Harbor 3 - Along Came Trouble (8 page)

“Is al of the silver here?”

She nodded.

“Okay, then, unless you discover something missing, I think we can safely rule out robbery as a motive. I’d appreciate that list of names as soon as possible.”

“I’l do it this afternoon,” she said.

“Good. Where can I pick it up?”

She was startled by the question. “I can’t stay here?”

“Not for the time being,” he said. “Once we’re sure al the evidence had been gathered, we’l release it, and you can move back in.”

“Wil I be able to take a few of my things?”

“Of course. I’l wait while you get them, then I can drive you wherever you’d like to go.”

“I came with Tucker. I’m sure he can take me…someplace.”

The deputy looked as though he disapproved, but he said only, “I’l check with him while you pack. I can have one of the deputies go up with you.”

“That’s not necessary,” she began, but then she saw the look on his face and sighed. “That wil be fine.”

When Walker had gone off in search of someone to accompany her upstairs, Powel tucked a finger under her chin. “You did just fine. I need to get back to Richmond. Wil you be okay?”

“Sure.”

“If they cal you in for more questioning, don’t go until you contact me. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“And I’l want to see whatever paperwork you give the police. Make me a copy of those lists and fax it down.” He handed her his business card.

“The number’s on here.”

“Thanks for coming, Powel .”

“No problem.” He gazed into her eyes. “One last piece of advice. Steer clear of Tucker. I know you trust him, but his loyalties are bound to be divided.”

“Tucker would never do anything to hurt me,” she said with absolute confidence.

Powel regarded her evenly. “He once thought the same about you.”

Liz shuddered, despite her conviction that Tucker would always be on her side. Was it possible that he would turn his back on her just when she needed him the most? And how could she blame him if he did?

5

T
here was some sort of uproar over at Swan Ridge. King spotted the commotion on his way back to Cedar Hil. There were police cars and media vans everywhere, plainly visible from the highway. Probably another one of Lawrence Chandler’s press conferences, King concluded. And he’d probably hired al the local off-duty cops to work security. The man did like al the trappings of celebrity.

King was tempted to venture onto the grounds and see for himself what Chandler was up to, but the prospect of bumping into Mary Elizabeth kept him away. He hadn’t been able to look the woman in the face without getting riled up since she’d gone and broken Tucker’s heart. If it had been up to him, she’d have been chased out of the county, but, sadly, the law wouldn’t permit him to run her off. Tucker had explained that on more than one occasion when King had expressed the view that her presence was a blight on the community.

So, instead of going on up to Swan Ridge, King drove on, only to find a bit of commotion at his place, as wel . His daughter was pacing back and forth across the veranda with some sort of bee in her bonnet. The instant she spotted him, she came flying down the steps and al but tore the door off the car and dragged him out.

“Have you seen the news?” Daisy demanded.

“Where would I see it?” King inquired testily. “I’ve been in town al morning.”

“And nobody said anything?” she said incredulously. “I can’t believe it! For once, the gossip hot line in Trinity Harbor is actual y running behind the TV news.”

“Slow down, girl. Take a deep breath. I’l get us both a glass of iced tea, and you can tel me what’s got you al hot and bothered.”

“There’s no time for that,” she said, shoving him right back toward his car.

“Wil you make up your mind?” he grumbled. “Am I going or staying?”

“As soon as I tel you, you’re going,” she said fiercely. “And I’m coming with you.”

“Where?” he asked suspiciously. He hadn’t seen her this het up since the night she thought Walker and Tommy were in danger from a gang of drug dealers. To Tucker’s dismay, she’d come to the marina armed with a shotgun and a ful head of steam, prepared to take on anybody so much as considering harming the two people she loved.

“To Swan Ridge.”

“I saw al the commotion. What’s going on over there?”

“Somebody murdered Larry Chandler,” Daisy announced. “And Mary Elizabeth has gone and dragged Tucker right into the middle of it.”

This time, it didn’t take any effort on Daisy’s part to get King to sit down. His knees felt so weak, he reached behind him and sank onto the driver’s seat in the car. “Chandler’s dead? You’re sure?” He’d never much liked the politician, especial y for his part in hurting Tucker, but the thought of someone kil ing him right here in Trinity Harbor was enough to make his blood run cold.

“It’s al over the Richmond news,” Daisy said, then scowled. “And that woman is going to break Tucker’s heart al over again. I just know she is.”

“Tucker’s smarter than that,” King insisted.

“Is he real y?” she scoffed. “Then why was I taking clothes over to his place at the crack of dawn this morning so that Mary Elizabeth could get dressed?”

King stared at her incredulously. “What the devil are you talking about?”

“Can’t I explain al this while we drive to Swan Ridge?” Daisy pleaded.

“No,” King snapped. “I want the whole story right here, where I can digest it without running off the road.”

Daisy described her early morning mercy mission to Tucker’s place. “I wasn’t going to tel you. In fact, I promised Tucker I wouldn’t say a word to anyone, but things have changed now.”

“Did you actual y see her?” King demanded.

“No, but she was there. Her car was out front, and Tucker didn’t deny it when I accused him of letting her back into his life. He just hustled me right back out the door and told me to mind my own business.” She practical y shook with indignation. “As if this isn’t my business, when a member of my own family is about to get his reputation dragged through the mud.”

Daisy was so furious and talking so fast, King was having a hard time keeping up with her. He seized on the first thing that had stuck in his mind.

“Why the devil would a woman like that want your clothes?” He looked over the jeans and T-shirt Daisy was wearing. Straight from the discount store, no doubt about it. “I hate to say it, but you two never have shopped in the same boutiques. No offense.”

Daisy glared at him but didn’t debate the point. “If I had to guess, I’d say it’s because she’d arrived there covered in her husband’s blood,” she said furiously. “Wouldn’t that be just like her?”

“Good Lord,” King whispered, seeing al his hopes and dreams for Tucker’s future going up in smoke. Who’d marry a man who’d been consorting with a murderess? His future as sheriff would be reduced to ashes, as wel .

He glanced over at Daisy. “Get out.”

“I’m going with you.”

“No, you’re not. I’l handle this,” he said grimly. “You go home and see what information you can pry out of that husband of yours. He’s bound to know al the particulars. I’l check with you later, after I’ve tracked down Tucker and given him a piece of my mind.”

“Don’t blame him. The woman’s a witch.”

King almost grinned at that. “Don’t go saying that to your brother.”

“Why not? It’s the truth. Look how she betrayed him—betrayed al of us, for that matter—years ago. Tucker needs to be reminded of that.”

“I imagine he hasn’t forgotten, any more than you have. But if you start name-cal ing, he’l just rush to her defense and this whole thing wil get even more complicated than it already is.”

She started to argue, then sighed. “You’re probably right. I’l temper my remarks.” She regarded him worriedly. “Think you can do the same?”

“Not bloody likely.” He fingered the jewelry box in his pocket and wondered if he’d ever get the chance to give it to Frances. He was supposed to be picking her up in less than an hour, and the odds of him getting Tucker’s life straightened out in that amount of time were slim to none.

Wel , Frances would just have to understand…again. He sighed heavily. Not bloody likely.

Trying to stay in the background and out of the way of the forensics team was giving Tucker hives. He wasn’t used to sitting on the sidelines in his own blasted jurisdiction. He wanted to get into the library where Chandler had been shot. He knew Walker would eventual y fil him in, let him look over al the reports, but that wasn’t the same as being on the crime scene.

Despite his frustration, though, the instant Walker escorted Mary Elizabeth out of the house, al of Tucker’s attention was riveted on her. Her chin was held high. Her shoulders were squared proudly. But her eyes were dul , her complexion pale. He’d never once in the more than twenty years he’d known her seen her look so thoroughly dispirited.

As they neared, she met his gaze, locking on his face as if it were the first friendly beacon she’d seen.

“You okay?” Tucker asked, pushing aside his anger at that sneaky press conference she and Powel had cal ed.

She nodded, but her eyes wel ed with tears. She blinked frantical y to try to keep them from spil ing down her cheeks, but one escaped.

Instinctively, Tucker gently rubbed it away with the pad of his thumb, then jerked away when he realized that Walker’s steady gaze was fixed on him.

“Since she can’t stay here for the time being, Mrs. Chandler and I have been discussing where I’l be able to find her if I need to talk to her again,”

Walker said.

“You can reach her through me,” Tucker said at once.

“No,” Mary Elizabeth protested, even as Walker scowled disapprovingly. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You didn’t ask,” Tucker pointed out. “I offered.”

“Can I speak to you privately?” Walker asked in a tone that suggested it wasn’t a request. He stepped a few feet away, assuming Tucker would fol ow. When Tucker joined him, he said, “Have you lost your mind?”

“She needs a place to stay,” Tucker said with a defensive shrug. “Think of it as protective custody.”

“It is a real y, real y bad idea,” Walker countered. “For reasons so numerous I can’t even begin to count them. Given your past history, you invite that woman into your home and I have to place you on the list of suspects right alongside her.”

“Do what you have to do,” Tucker said, refusing to back down, no matter how black a picture Walker painted.

“Dammit, Tucker, do you want Daisy to kil me?”

“You’l probably have to get in line. I imagine she’l be coming after me first,” Tucker said wryly. “This won’t sit wel with a lot of people.”

“Then shouldn’t that be a clue it’s a mistake?”

“I can’t let Mary Elizabeth go through this alone.”

“I’m sure a woman in her position has friends,” Walker said.

“Maybe so, but I’m the one she turned to.”

“And precisely when was that? Last night, correct? Why exactly did it take so long for you to contact me?” Walker inquired. “What were the two of you doing al that time, getting reacquainted?”

Tucker barely resisted the urge to slug his brother-in-law. He knew what Walker was trying to do. He was trying to show him just how ugly this could get. Tucker refused to take the bait. He understood the risks. He met Walker’s gaze.

“Actual y, she was sleeping,” Tucker said mildly. “I was in my kitchen pondering the funny twists and turns life takes.”

“Was that before or after she told you about her husband?”

“Before,” Tucker said, just as he’d explained it earlier. “As soon as she told me, I cal ed you.”

“Were you anywhere near Swan Ridge last night?” Walker pressed.

“I patrol ed the whole county,” Tucker told him. “Check my logbook and the mileage on the cruiser.”

“Didn’t take any breaks?”

“Not a one,” he said. “Ask the dispatcher. Michele worked a double shift, too. She and I were having a rather lively discussion about the best place to get steamed crabs. I think Bobby’s are the finest around. She’s partial to a place across the river in Maryland.”

Walker sighed, his exasperation plain. “This is just the tip of the iceberg, you know. The questions are going to start coming at you fast and furious, and I won’t be the only one asking them.”

“I know that,” Tucker said.

“You’re a smart man. I have to assume you’ve weighed the risks.”

“Whether I have or not isn’t your concern,” Tucker told him. “But I appreciate the fact that you care. If things change after Mary Elizabeth and I have talked, I’l let you know.”

“You think she’l object to staying with you?” Walker asked.

“Oh, I imagine she’l have a whole lot more to say than you did.” He nodded in her direction. “Take a look.”

Mary Elizabeth was tapping her foot and glowering at them.

“What’s that about?” Walker asked.

“I’m pretty sure she doesn’t like the fact that I made this decision without consulting her. I’m almost certain she’s going to tel me to take my offer and shove it.”

“And then?”

“And then I’l counter with a few rational arguments. She’l tel me I’m trying to run her life just the way her grandfather did. I’l remind her that she’s the one who came to me. She’l tel me that she deeply regrets that now.”

Walker’s lips began to twitch with amusement. “Now I know you’re crazy. You’re going to stir up Daisy and your father and have to contend with an irate, ungrateful female.”

“That’s pretty much how I see it,” Tucker said, working real y hard to sound like a martyr.

“Good luck.”

Before he could get away, Walker cal ed him back.

“What?” Tucker said.

His brother-in-law grinned. “Told you so.”

Tucker regarded him blankly. “Told me—?”

“That you’d never steer clear of this. The damsel-in-distress thing gets you every time.”

Tucker told his deputy what he could do with his smart-mouthed theories, then went over to explain the plan to Mary Elizabeth.

“You’l stay at my place until we know more,” he said. He regarded her with a wry expression. “Though it might be best if you take up residence in the guest room and stay out of my bed, whether I’m in it or not.”

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