Love Inspired Suspense July 2015 #2 (29 page)

Johnny leaned forward. “Did you notice his shoes?”

Kerry's eyes brightened. “Yes. Yes!” He pointed with his finger. “He had on those high-end shoes with that famous basketball player's name on them. I'm not much into basketball,” he said as an aside, “but I've seen them around. Not exactly something I'd wear.”

“What color were they?” Ellie asked, anticipation making her scalp prickle.

“Yellow and orange. Ugliest things I've ever seen.” Kerry's nose turned up at the memory.

The walls in the sterile room suddenly felt close. Too close. Ellie didn't dare whisper the name that sprang to mind. Not in front of Kerry.

The young man had described Tony Vino, the baker's son. A flush of dread washed over her. Her best friend's boyfriend.

* * *

“I'm taking you to my grandfather's house then I'm going to talk to Tony.” Johnny pressed the elevator button—L for lobby—in the three-story, rural hospital. The doors eased closed and the elevator car began its slow decent.

Ellie shook her head. “No, you are
not
going to dump me off at your grandfather's. I want to hear what Tony has to say for himself. He's messing with my livelihood.”

“He also might be a drug dealer and a murderer.” He turned to face her in the elevator.

“Please don't shut me out.”

“A student died from a drug overdose. If Tony's been the one dealing, he could be held accountable for the young man's death.”

Frustrated, Johnny turned toward the front of the elevator car, waiting for the door to open.

“My future is at stake,” Ellie said, her tone soft and pleading.

Johnny spun around. “My job is to keep you safe.”

“I thought your job was to get the drug dealer.”

He clenched his jaw. Why did he let this woman get under his skin?

“Yes, my job
is
to get the drug dealer. But my job is also to keep you safe. I need to tuck you somewhere.”

Ellie punched the emergency button and the elevator lurched to a stop. “I am not a victim. I'm not going to be tucked anywhere.” She jerked her chin up in defiance. “I can help you.”

Johnny started to open his mouth to ask her how she planned to do that when Ellie rushed on. “Tony's dating my business partner, Ashley. They spend almost all their free time together. I'll call her and we can pinpoint his location.”

It was Johnny's turn to shake his head. “And alert him we're on to him? No way. I'm dropping you off at my grandfather's house and I don't want to hear another word about it.” He reached around Ellie and released the emergency stop on the elevator.

When the door finally opened Ellie stormed past him, strode through the lobby and the double doors and out to the parking lot.

He had to walk briskly to catch up to her. “Ellie.” She kept walking. “Ellie, wait. Please, stop.”

She stopped in her tracks, but didn't turn around.

Johnny jogged to catch up with her. “I only want what's best for you.”

She hung her head dramatically. “The story of my life. Everyone always thinks they know what's best for me. When do I get to decide?”

Johnny lifted her chin with a hooked index finger, forcing her to look at him. “Keeping you safe is a lot different than telling you what you can and cannot do, you realize that, right?”

She turned her face and crossed her arms.

“I'd never presume to tell you what to do, but this is important. I want to make sure you're safe.” He reached up and touched her forearm. She dropped her arms.

“Okay, take me to your grandfather's.” She pointed her finger at his chest. “But you better call me the minute you find Tony. And you need to make sure Ashley's okay.”

He guided her by the small of the back to the car. “I will. But you realize I might not have anything to arrest him on. All we have is a smell and a sneaker type.”

She nodded. A slow smile formed on her pink lips. “Maybe he'll crack under your intense interrogation.” She leaned into him briefly and the fresh scent of her shampoo reached his nose. “I can't believe Kerry and Collin agreed to shoot out my windows. I trusted those boys.” Her voice muffled against his shirt.

He dragged his hand down her silky hair to her back. “I'm sorry. It's painful when people you trust let you down.” The image of his mother floated to mind.

“I know.” Ellie stepped away from him all too soon and reached for the car door.

Johnny held the door as she climbed in. He leaned into the doorway. “You can trust me, Ellie.”

A flicker of something he couldn't quite name flashed in her eyes. “I know.” She grabbed the seat belt and clicked it into place. “I know.”

TEN

A
single light illuminated the porch of the old Victorian home when Johnny dropped Ellie off. Slowly, she climbed out of Johnny's car, wishing she could go with him. She wanted to confront Tony herself. Give him a piece of her mind. But she realized personal satisfaction wasn't worth risking the investigation or her well-being.

“Call me after you've found Tony,” she said, bending to look at him before closing her door.

Johnny nodded then turned to climb out his side of the car.

“You don't have to walk me to the door.”

“What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't walk you to the door?”

A warm tingling raced through her as they met at the front of his vehicle. He pressed his solid hand against the small of her back. She could get used to this. But did she want to? She had vowed to be independent. Not rely on a man.

But she hadn't intended to meet
this
man. Why couldn't Johnny Rock have come along a year or so from now, once she had her shop firmly established and her feet back on the ground? An uncomfortable foreboding started working on her. Would she be on solid ground with Gifts and More? Ever?

Johnny opened the front door and they stepped into his grandfather's foyer.

The sound of the clock ticking filled the space, so different from her childhood home where the sound of laugh tracks and obnoxiously loud commercials filled the home 24/7 so that sometimes she couldn't think.

“Thank you for taking me to church this morning,” Ellie said, not quite ready to see him leave.

“No problem.” Johnny palmed the cap of the newel post. “I haven't seen the inside of a church in a long time.”

“Maybe you'll go with me again?” She raised her eyebrows.

Johnny lifted a shoulder noncommittally and changed the subject. “I need to find Tony. While I'm gone—”

“I promise I won't go to the shop or anywhere else someone could find me.” Just saying the words out loud made her insides freeze with icy dread.

Then, trying to shake the feeling, she added, “I'll get lost in a book.” She nodded toward the library off the foyer. “I'm sure I can find something in there to hold my interest.”

Johnny tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “When this is all over...”

“You'll be back in Buffalo and I'll be struggling to make ends meet in my gift shop.” She smiled, but the effort felt strained.

He dragged a thumb across her cheek, leaving tingles in its wake. “I see things going in a different direction.”

Ellie wanted to say something cute or sarcastic about how things that were good for her didn't usually work out. But something in his warm gaze kept her quiet, made her think,
Maybe, just maybe
.

A tense charge settled between them. The tick-tock-tick of the grandfather clock grew hushed. The movement of his thumb across her cheek stopped and a tenderness coiled around her heart. He leaned in and brushed a kiss across her lips. She pressed into him and he wrapped his arms around her. His strength, his warmth, his solidness transferred to her, making her feel safe, protected, yet not smothered as she had felt in other relationships.

Maybe, just maybe
rang in her head once again.

Johnny kissed her forehead and stepped away. “I'll be back soon.” His voice was raspy, husky. A spark lit his eyes. “Don't go anywhere.”

Ellie nodded, unable to find the words. What had just happened here?

Johnny slipped out the front door and she closed it behind him, bolting it. Hugging her arms to herself, she turned around and froze. Johnny's grandfather stood at the end of the hallway, Duke at his feet.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you,” the older gentleman said.

“It's okay,” Ellie said, her hand still pressed to her chest.

“Johnny headed back out?”

“Yeah, he has a lead in the case.”

Buddy shook his head and turned toward the kitchen. Ellie followed him. He filled Duke's food and water bowls while she watched him from a stool at the island. His grandfather started talking without looking at her, something she realized Johnny did sometimes. “Don't hurt him.”

Ellie had to strain to hear him. “Excuse me?” Johnny, the tough FBI agent, hardly seemed like a man who could be hurt, by her at least.

Buddy straightened and squared his shoulders. “Johnny hasn't had a lot of people he could trust in his life, including me. His grandmother and I let him down when he needed us most.”

Ellie folded her hands in front of her to avoid fidgeting, which she tended to do when she was nervous.

“Did he tell you his mother died of a drug overdose when he was twelve?”

Sadness, empathy, regret swept over her. She indicated yes with a slight tilt of her head.

“His grandmother had never forgiven our daughter for getting into drugs and she took that out on Johnny by extension.” He shook his head. The overhead kitchen lights caught the glimmer of unshed tears. “It was wrong, but some people can't see past their hurt.”

“I'm sorry.”

Buddy nodded. “Me, too.”

Duke hung by his master's side as if he sensed his sadness. His bowl of food sat untouched.

“I'm not one to speak, but if you can, don't hurt Johnny. He could use something good in his life. Something like you.” The old man smiled, but the sadness in his eyes tore at her heart. “I see the way he looks at you.”

Something unexplainable coiled around her heart. Johnny had a way of looking at her? She glanced down, feeling a warm blush heat her face. Hadn't she seen it herself? It was more than just a stolen kiss.

Johnny really did care about her.

She wanted to tell Buddy she had no intentions of leading Johnny on, or of getting involved in a serious relationship, that her focus was on being independent, not relying on anyone. She had been burned before.

But so had Johnny. Her heart broke for the twelve-year-old boy who had lost his mother to drugs and an overwhelming sadness swept over her. No wonder the man was relentless in his pursuit of drug dealers. It was more than a job for him. She had no idea what the future held for her and Johnny, but she had no plans to hurt him.

“I'll do my best.” Ellie squeaked the words out.

“That's all that any of us can do.” Buddy patted Duke's head and smiled at Ellie. “That's all we can do.”

* * *

Johnny decided to run by Tony's house after learning he wasn't at the bakery. Johnny parked on the street in front of Tony's modest ranch-style home on the outskirts of Williamstown. He stepped out of the car and scanned the neighborhood. He had seen many well-kept neighborhoods where people took pride in their lawns and flowerbeds, but neither seemed to be the case here. Off in the distance, a dog barked.

Johnny strode up to the front stoop. Crickets chirped. He swatted at a mosquito buzzing around his face. The sense someone was watching him made his scalp prickle. He glanced over his shoulder, but couldn't see beyond the dim light flowing out from the house.

He extended his arm to ring the bell when the door flew open. He expected to see Tony and was surprised to find Ashley standing in the doorway.

Concern flashed in her eyes, but her mouth held a curious smile. “Special Agent Johnny Rock, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Hello, Ashley.” Johnny looked past her and down a narrow hall. “Tony home?”

The forced smile slipped from Ashley's face. “No, I was hoping he was. We were supposed to go to the movies tonight. He hasn't been answering his cell phone, so I came over and let myself in. Sometimes he crashes in front of the TV and doesn't hear a thing. But he's not here.” She shrugged. “We've been dating awhile and I have a key.” She held it up, as if to prove to him she did, indeed, have a key.

“Mind if I come in and look around?” He held the screen door open with his shoulder.

Ashley angled her head and narrowed her eyes. “I told you he's not here. Why would you want to look around?”

“Something came up and I need to talk to Tony.” Johnny was purposely vague. Ashley was a chatterbox and even though she knew about the investigation, Johnny didn't want her to know they were focusing on Tony.

She pressed her hand to her chest and batted her blue eyes. This young woman was an experienced flirt, far different than her best friend, Ellie. What had kept these women friends after all these years?

“Is my Tony in trouble?”

Johnny made a noncommittal sound. “I need to talk to him.”

Ashley flung her hair over her shoulder and shrugged. “I wish I knew where he was myself.” A brisk breeze ruffled her hair. “Oh, come in. I'm cold,” she said, raising her shoulders in an exaggerated shudder.

Without waiting to be escorted beyond the front hall, Johnny strode toward the kitchen and scanned the countertops. The place was free of clutter, hardly looked lived in, and seemed too neat for a single guy.

Apparently reading his expression Ashley said, “I hired a cleaning lady for this place when we started dating.” She screwed up her face. “I couldn't stand coming over here with his piles of stuff and carpets that hadn't been vacuumed in forever. It was kinda gross.” Ashley winced and shook her head slightly. “I have
no
idea where he is tonight.”

She reached into her oversize purse sitting on the kitchen table. She pulled out her cell phone and Johnny worried that she'd reach Tony before he did. “Don't tell him I'm looking for him.”

Ashley stopped and planted a fisted hand on her hip. “Tell me what's going on.”

“Who does Tony hang out with, besides you?”

She dropped her arms to her sides. “I haven't known him that long. But we've been spending most of our time together. The only time we're not together is when he's working.” She scrunched up her nose. “He works a lot.”

“He's not at the bakery now. I checked.”

“Me, too.” Ashley frowned.

“What does he do when you're working and he's not?”

“Lately that hasn't been that much, right? With all the craziness that's been going on.” She didn't seem too sorry.

“The gift shop really isn't your thing, is it?”

Ashley twirled a strand of hair around her finger and took a step back, resting her hip on the counter. “Not really. It's boring. I thought it would be fun, but it's...boring,” she repeated, as if finding another word was too much effort. “I didn't mind investing the money initially, but I'm not really into it anymore. And the way things are going, I can't afford to keep investing in it.”

“That's unfortunate.” For both Ellie and Ashley.

Ashley traced a line on the worn linoleum with the toe of her chic shoe. “You know...Ellie's a lot tougher than you think.”

Johnny arched an eyebrow. “I wouldn't presume otherwise.”

“It's just...” Ashley dragged her hand through her long blond hair in a practiced move. “She likes to pretend she's the victim and get people to do things for her.” She took a step closer to him and he stepped back.

“I don't get that vibe from her.” Johnny glanced toward the front door, willing Tony to appear so he could end this awkward conversation. The last thing he wanted to do was to alienate Ashley. It was better to have as many people as he could on his side. Working to find the truth.

A niggling started at the base of his brain.

Maybe Ashley and Tony were closer than she let on. Maybe Ashley knew...

“How come you went into business with Ellie?”

Ashley spun around and waved her hand, whatever had drawn her to him now forgotten. “She needed financial backing.”

“And you have money?”

She glanced back at him. Her perfectly groomed eyebrow twitched as if that were a stupid question. “My father has money.” She shrugged. “He makes sure I have what I need.”

The way she said it made him think money wasn't everything.

“Will your father always provide for you?”

“I thought you came here to talk to Tony. What's with the interrogation?”

Johnny smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “Just making small talk until Tony comes home.”

Ashley gathered her hair up into a ponytail in jerky motions and fastened it. Then, with a hand pressed to his back, she pushed him toward the front door. “I'm sorry, Johnny. I don't think Tony's coming home anytime soon.” They both stepped out onto the front porch. She locked the dead bolt with the key and dropped it into her purse.

“Call his cell phone. Maybe you'll have better luck than me.”

Johnny got back into his car and watched as Ashley crossed the yard and climbed into hers. Something he said to her had obviously set her off.

He thrummed his fingers on the steering wheel. Perhaps money and her father were sensitive subjects.

* * *

Ellie sat on the cozy brown couch while Johnny's grandfather dozed in his recliner. He insisted she call him Buddy. The notion made her smile.

She turned her phone over in her hand, itching to receive news from Johnny. She resisted the urge to call him, fearing she'd interrupt him while he was questioning Tony. A book, a classic mystery, sat unopened on her lap. She wasn't sure why she'd picked a mystery, considering she had enough of that in her life right now.

Tapping her fingers on her cell phone case, she glanced over her shoulder at the expanse of windows overlooking the backyard. During the day they provided a gorgeous view of the yard and all the trees changing colors. But now? Now, all she saw was the reflection of the contents in the room, including her worried eyes.

Didn't his grandfather believe in curtains?

Ellie slouched down in the couch, trying to make herself invisible. She redirected her attention to the television, but couldn't get into an old rerun of some detective show. She didn't want to go to bed, either—not until Johnny got home.