to say the word killed or murdered. “I know she was off and on with a man named Dean Lucas. He’s a mechanic. Works at Hall’s Car Haven.” He watched as she wrote the information down on her pad. Her long dark hair fell forward, looking shiny and soft, and he was surprised by his impulse to reach out and touch it.
Throughout his relationship with Lainie, he’d learned a lot about Melody Thompson. He knew she had just turned twenty-six, that she’d been the one person Lainie had depended on and that, according to Lainie, Melody had never had a serious romantic relationship.
He found the last hard to believe. She was gorgeous, and bright, with an underlying sensuality that was more than a little appealing. Not that he was interested. When he’d buried his wife, he’d made a vow that there would be no other woman in his life on a permanent basis…ever.
“Who else?” she asked, pulling him from his thoughts.
“She had problems with a guy named James O’Donnell a couple of months ago. I don’t think they were dating, but she thought he was obsessed with her. I think Lainie called the cops on him because she thought he was stalking her.”
She wrote down that information as well, then took another sip of her coffee. “You’d better eat your pie before it gets cold.”
He picked up his fork and cut into the pie, but the last thing on his mind was food. “Why do you want that information? I’ve already told the sheriff everything I know.”
“Sheriff Ramsey is an idiot who couldn’t find a criminal if one came up and introduced himself,” she exclaimed, her voice rich with derision.
“Ramsey isn’t the sheriff anymore,” Hank replied. “Zack West is sheriff now.”
She raised one of her dark, perfectly arched brows. “Really? I didn’t know. I haven’t talked to anyone but family members since I’ve been back in town.”
For a moment they were silent. He ate his pie and she stared down at the short list of names he’d given her.
Lainie had been incredibly easy to read. She’d worn her emotions on her face where everyone could see them. Melody gave away little of what she was thinking or feeling. It was an easy guess that she was a far more complicated woman than her sister had been.
“Your daughter is a little charmer,” she said, finally breaking the silence that had grown between them.
“She’s far too smart and too outspoken for her own good. Which reminds me…” He dug into his pocket and pulled out two keys. “Here are the keys that Lainie gave us to her apartment.” He placed them on the table between them. “I don’t know who else she might have given a key to, so it might be a good idea to change the locks.”
She nodded. “I’ll have somebody come out first thing in the morning. Is there anything else you can tell me about what was going on with Lainie around the time of her death? Anything unusual?”
He hesitated a long moment, unsure about revealing the confidences of a woman now dead. “What?” she asked as she leaned forward.
“Did you know she wanted a baby? That she was trying to get pregnant?” He could tell by the shocked look on her face that Lainie hadn’t shared that with her.
A spasm of grief twisted her features and he bit his tongue, sorry that he’d told her. “That’s the last thing she needed. She couldn’t even take care of herself, let alone a baby,” she said.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you,” he said, fighting the impulse to reach out and take her hand, offer some sort of physical support. She looked so sad, so lost.
“No, I want you to tell me everything. If I’m going to find the person who killed her then I need to know everything.”
He stared at her in surprise. “Don’t you think it would be best to leave the investigation to the sheriff and his men?”
She leaned back, looking stronger than she had moments before. “I’ll let the sheriff run his investigation but I intend to run my own. If I know my sister, she liked to run with people who had at least as many problems as she did, people with attitudes and criminal records, not the kind of people who will likely cooperate with anyone in law enforcement. They’ll talk to me.”
Hank thought about the blood he’d cleaned up. So much blood. Whoever had killed Lainie had been enraged. The violence that had taken place in that bathroom sickened him.
He wanted to talk Melody out of whatever it was she intended to do, but he could tell by the fervent glow in her eyes that she was determined.
“That could be dangerous. Do you have a plan?” he asked.
“The first place I’m going to start asking questions is at the Edge,” she replied. “Maybe Lainie’s boss or one of her coworkers will know something.”
Hank scowled. “That bar is no place for a woman to go by herself. Why don’t I tag along with you?”
“I can’t ask you to do that,” she replied.
“You didn’t ask. I offered.”
Once again she stared at him for a long moment. He’d thought her eyes were a clear, sharp blue like Lainie’s, but he realized now they were deeper, darker and far more enigmatic than her sister’s.
“I was planning on going tonight,” she finally said.
He nodded. “Maddie can stay at my mother’s.”
“How do I know I can trust you?” she asked. Some of the fervor left her eyes and she suddenly looked small and vulnerable.
“You know any of the West family?” he asked.
“I know them on sight and by reputation. I know they work in the bodyguard business. Why?”
“Dalton West is an old friend of mine. One of the reasons I decided to make the move from Texas to Cotter Creek was so I could go to work for them. At the moment I’m waiting to be assigned to my first job with them.”
Maybe four months of boredom was getting to him, or maybe he was jumping into her drama because he had genuinely grown to care for Lainie. “Maybe we could help each other,” he continued. “It sounds to me like you intend to talk to people and go places that might put a single, attractive woman at risk. You could use a bodyguard, and I could use some practice at being a bodyguard.”
“So, you want to be my bodyguard in training?” A small smile curved her lips.
He returned her smile. “Something like that.”
Once again she wrapped her fingers around her coffee cup and eyed him soberly. “I’ll think about it,” she said finally.
He nodded and told himself it really didn’t matter to him whether she took his offer of help or not. Eventually the killer would be caught and Melody Thompson would return to her life in Chicago.
And he’d keep putting one foot in front of the other and try to figure out how to keep going when the only woman he’d ever loved was gone.
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