detectives turned to her. “How did you get in here?” Detective Sandoval asked.
“My daughter has a key. When I got Peter’s things from the cops, his car keys and his house key weren’t among them. His wallet was also missing,” said Lilly.
Detective Littledeer’s eyes darkened. “I’ll go back over the incident report and see if I can locate those keys.”
“Detectives, we’re done here,” one of the evidence techs informed them.
“I can now go through Pete’s things?” asked Lilly.
“You can. If you find anything you think would shed light on what happened, call.” Detective Littledeer gave her his business card.
“Thanks,” she said as the detectives filed out the door behind the techs.
Once alone in the apartment, Lilly scanned the mess. “Oh, Lord, what was Peter into?”
After spending a few hours trying to restore order in Peter’s apartment, Lilly drove to her little house a block from San Mateo Street Community Church. Having a job so close to home was a blessing because Penny could walk to the church after school and help her with the garden. She was the secretary, manager and community gardener for their parish. The garden had started with the pastor wanting to reach out to the community. They’d only had a few of the church ladies help with the planting that first year. Since then it had taken off. This season they’d tripled the amount they harvested from the garden.
She hit the remote for the garage door and waited for the door to open. She would be sure to gather some flowers from her garden to thank Allison for keeping Penny overnight. Allison would probably spoil both the girls with hot-fudge sundaes and let them stay up until nine-thirty. Penny needed spoiling. It had been a rough week for both of them. Once school started next week, hopefully life could return to some semblance of normal. Lilly had hoped the time Penny spent with her would reassure her daughter that she wouldn’t leave, too.
Lilly had called her parents in Florida, letting them know what had happened. Her dad hadn’t been too sympathetic. Her father never forgave Peter for abandoning his daughter.
Gathering her purse, she got out of the car. She’d boxed Peter’s shoes, clothes and dishes. She could give some of the things to several needy families in the church. Opening the door that led into the kitchen, she put her purse on the table and flipped on the light.
She gasped as she looked at the mess in her kitchen. Someone had been in here, searching for…what?
Grabbing her purse, she looked for Jonathan Littledeer’s business card. She found it and dialed the number.
“Littledeer.”
“Detective, this is Lilly Burkstrom. I just walked into my house. It looks like my husband’s apartment wasn’t the only place ransacked.”
“Your house was broken into?”
“Yes.”
A crash from the bedroom made her gasp.
“Lilly.”
“I heard something.”
“Get out. Go next door and call 911.”
She turned and ran out the garage.
TWO
T he instant he hung up with Lilly Burkstrom, Jonathan Littledeer called his partner and told him about the incident.
“I can be there in fifteen minutes,” Dave told him.
“No.” Jon had been reluctant to contact his partner since Dave was celebrating his twins’ tenth birthday. “Today is your daughters’ birthday. Do not leave that party. If there’s anything significant, I’ll let you know.”
Dave didn’t reply. They both knew the reason why Jon wasn’t celebrating with the Sandoval family. Jon had lost both of his daughters to a rare genetic disorder—Niemann-Pick disease type C. Both Jon and his wife, Roberta, carried the recessive gene. No one had known the children had the disease until the oldest, Wendy, was two and a half. Rose had been born just a few months before Wendy got sick. She had run a high temperature and had her first seizure. When she had a second seizure after recovering from the fever, the doctors were stumped. It took a while before they were able to determine what was happening. Wendy’s body eventually wasted away and she died two days before her fourth birthday. A month after they buried Wendy, Rose had her first seizure. She died much quicker. She suffered for only thirteen months. The day they buried his sweet Rose, Jon’s wife went home after the funeral and took too many sleeping pills. Jon buried his wife one week after his youngest daughter was laid to rest.
The next six months were a blur. He was drunk most of the time. The first time he shown up at work drunk, his captain suspended him. Captain Morse blistered the paint off the wall with his words and told him to clean up his act or resign.
One night after a particularly bad binge, Jon showed up at Dave’s house, railing. Most of the details of what happened were hazy, but he remembered crying and blaming God for what had happened. How Dave calmed him down, he didn’t know, but when Jon surfaced the next morning from his liquor-induced sleep, Caren, one of the twins, was standing over him. She cupped his cheek and softly pronounced that Jesus could heal his hurt.
Those sweet words rolled around in his head for weeks, until Jon went with Dave to church. Caren had been right. Jon gave his heart to Christ and started down the road to healing. Some things, such as the girls’ birthday, he had to skip, but his life was so much better. More than once, God had brought people into his life that he could comfort in the same way he’d been comforted.
The night he’d told Lilly Burkstrom of her ex-husband’s murder stood out in his mind. She’d collapsed in a chair and, although the man was her ex, Jon had seen her honest grief. But what had nearly brought him to his knees was when Penny came into the room and learned of her father’s death.
What he’d seen in Lilly’s eyes as she comforted her daughter had reached into his heart and touched him. He couldn’t figure out if it was her strength in comforting her daughter or if it was the pain in her eyes when she’d met his gaze. There was an understanding there, a shared sorrow. Pain. He didn’t know what to do with this understanding, but he found himself thinking of Lilly at odd times. Something had sparked between them, making him jumpy. He knew the Lord could use him to comfort others, but heaven knew that he didn’t want another relationship. He would be the forever bachelor.
Pulling up to Lilly Burkstrom’s house, he saw her sitting on a bench by the front walk. He parked behind the patrol car and got out.
She stood, brushing off her pants. “The patrolman just got here. He’s looking through the house.”
Stepping to her side, he asked, “So you don’t know how someone got into the house?”
“No. The front door was locked when I got home.”
He nodded. “I’ll go inside and see what’s going on.”
“Thanks.”
Jon moved into the house and surveyed the
