She pulled into the parking lot outside the ranch-style red brick building that housed the police station. There were only five fulltime staffers here, and a handful of volunteers when they were needed. She'd already been fielding calls from the mayor and knew that if she didn't have something soon to keep him off her back he'd bring in the state patrol. Something she didn't want to happen, because she didn't want to lose her first real case since moving to the small town.But the way things were looking she didn't hold out much hope that she'd be left at the helm. Time was of the essence but no amount of time was going to help if she didn't get a clue as to what was going on. And going over and over the case in her head was only leaving her with more questions than answers. What a mess!"Morning boss! I've already got started on those leads like you said but I don't think we're going to find any help there. Two of the places that ordered the acid are commercial cleaners, office bu
Out on the porch sitting at the little round table that they'd shared so often in the past, she wished there was something she could do to cheer him up. Some poignant words that would help lessen the burden of grief. He seemed so lost and alone, like he didn't know what to do next. It was a side of him she was accustomed to seeing and wasn't very comfortable with.Of the four of them Niall was the oldest by quite a number of years. He was forty-three, eleven years older than his wife and her, and eight years older than her own husband. He was always the most stalwart member of their little group.Not that he didn't know how to have fun, but in the last couple of years, a little after Abigail was born to be exact, he'd become different; more withdrawn, cold, even distant she'd say. That cold reserve he was known for among his peers had turned to ice.Some days it was almost like dealing with Jekyll and Hyde. Like the time she'd seen him in the next town over looking nothing like hims
Valerie reached the gallery just ahead of the cops and opened the doors, turning on the lights and getting the coffee started at the little station she kept in back. She'd had an assistant once, but found that the girl spent more time on her phone than she did working, and since her place was never overly busy except when she was having a showing there was no longer a need.Sonya had always helped out when she needed a hand in the past before the children came, but that hadn't been for a while. As she thought of her friend she wondered how long it was going to take until she no longer did. It was going to take some time she was sure, they'd been such good friends.They'd done practically everything together, except have children. That was the only place they'd differed. They'd gone away to college together, been married close together; there was so much that they'd shared in their lives. So many milestones.She didn't want to dwell too much on it, not now, and especially not with
Detective Sparks hung up the phone a little harder than was necessary. Officer Bailey looked up from his desk where he was busy going over the evidence they'd collected so far on the case. "The mayor again?""It seems Mr. Davis put in a call to his good friend the mayor to get him to ask us to back off." She threw down the pen she'd been twirling around in her fingers. The phone rang on her desk and she picked it up."Sparks!""Detective!" It was the medical examiner who handled autopsies for the three surrounding towns. "Your victim was three months pregnant." The news made her sit back in her chair with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Two victims and another cog in the wheel!"Is there any way to tell who the father was?""Sure, we can run that test but we'll need the father's DNA to match it to." Her first thought was that if the man didn't want them going through his wife's things he damn sure wasn't about to give them any blood to test."I'll see what I can do." Af
Niall sat alone downstairs for a while after the cops and Valerie left. He was trying to make sense of the detective's words that had left him with even more questions now than before. Why had Sonya changed her code? What was she trying to hide?He tried to recall if there had been any changes in her behavior the last few months but nothing came to mind It's true that after baby Abigail was born they'd both sorta spun out of control a little bit.His psychiatrist had put it down to him having a midlife crisis and it was obvious that she'd been suffering the after effects of the birth. But things had smoothed out a lot here lately, and he refused to believe that his loving wife of almost seven years had been doing anything behind his back that would warrant the need for such secrecy."No, they must be wrong." He left his seat and took the stairs two at a time and headed for the room they'd shared as man and wife. The nightgown she'd worn the night before she was killed still laid acr
"What do you think Pete?" She asked as soon as he got into the car beside her. "I think we're going to check out the old barn." She nodded her head feeling a real sense of excitement for the first time since she stood over what had been left of poor Sonya Davis the day before. No matter what the woman had done she didn't deserve what had been done to her.She drove out to the broken down old barn in the middle of nowhere, thinking that maybe Mrs. Ivory was right. She couldn't see the esteemed Niall Davis coming to a place like this. Unless he'd come here to catch his wife in the act. The women hadn't seen any other vehicles on the road that day though, and there had been no mention of anyone else being in the car with her.So that leaves the only other alternative; that Mrs. Ivory had been wrong in her assessment that it had been Niall Davis' car following his wife and it had indeed been whoever she was having an affair with."The grass is trampled here, and look at that." She point
Detective Sparks had gone back to the station with the new evidence, which she'd asked to be rushed. She knew it would take at least a couple of weeks to get any DNA results back from the cigarettes and she was hoping the blanket would give them something as well.In the meantime she wasn't about to sit at her desk twiddling her thumbs though. With the new evidence and the statements from the widows Connors and Ivory she needed to get the ball rolling. "We're going back to Niall Davis.""He's going to complain to the mayor again.""Let him!" She was always amazed at how afraid her subordinates and others were at just the mention of the mayor's name. Where she came from people weren't so deferential to their local politicians; at least not on the surface.The two of them went over the new evidence and their hopes that it would lead them somewhere. They were both tentatively crossing their fingers that this would be the boost they so badly needed to hold on to their case.The Davis
Bridgette had heard it all and was now wondering, as she heard the door close behind the cops if she could use this to her advantage. Would it seem too forward of her if she went down now like she'd planned to, or should she put it off until tomorrow?She wasn't too pleased that she had to put her plan on hold, in her mind if she didn't move now it might be too late. A man like him wouldn't stay single for long even though he'd loved his wife, not with three children to raise. And she had no doubt that there were any number of women waiting in the wings.The phone had already been ringing off the hook and she was sure that well meaning friends would soon be throwing women at him to take his wife's place and it was a sure bet that none of them would think of her for the job.She went back to her room and sat on the bed biting her nails and listening with ears pricked for every sound that came from downstairs. It was hours later that she finally heard him coming up the stairs and from