all right.”
Roy’s handsome features tightened. “I’m doing everything I can,” he told her curtly.
“I know, but it isn’t enough.”
“It has to be.”
Corrie wasn’t an expert in the area of investigations, but she knew when it was time to seek help, and they were well past that point. “You need to talk to somebody.”
“Who?” he asked.
The only person she could suggest was the local sheriff. “Troy Davis…”
“Not a good idea,” Roy said. “Whatever this is about happened long before we moved to Cedar Cove.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Regrets. Every postcard mentions regrets. There isn’t a cop who doesn’t have regrets—about things we’ve done or haven’t done or should’ve done differently.”
She thought—but didn’t say—that every human being had regrets. It wasn’t restricted to cops.
“The last message said I JUST WANT YOU TO THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU DID. DON’T YOU HAVE A SINGLE REGRET? To me, that implies I did something—arrested someone, testified against someone—when I was a detective for Seattle.”
Her voice fell to a whisper. “You were on the force a lot of years. Surely there’s a case or two that stands out in your mind.”
Roy shook his head. “Do you think I haven’t thought about that? You’ve seen me read through my files and notes, going all the way back to my first year on the force, and there’s nothing.”
“I don’t know…You haven’t talked to me. You block me out.”
“I’m protecting you.”
“Don’t!” she cried with barely controlled anger. “I need to know—I have to know. Don’t you see what this is doing to me?”
Roy leaned forward then, bracing his elbows against the desk. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’ve wracked my brain and I can’t think of anyone who’d come after me like this.”
“But there must be some case…One you might’ve forgotten.”
Obviously at a loss, Roy shook his head again. “Clearly I have. I’ve put murderers away and received my share of threats over the years, but I can’t think of anyone who’d do this. Yet who else could it be?” he said, almost to himself.
“What do you mean?” She was more in control now. Clutching a wadded tissue in her hand, she inhaled a calming breath.
“The type of people I dealt with weren’t subtle. If they wanted revenge, they wouldn’t bother with postcards.”
“A relative of some criminal you sent to jail? Or…a victim?” That was a possibility she’d entertained more than once.
He raised his shoulders in a slight shrug. “Could be.”
“What are we supposed to do now?” It was this constantly being on guard, not knowing what to expect, that had driven Corrie to such an emotional extreme.
“We do nothing.”
“Nothing?” This wasn’t what she wanted to hear. “How can we?”
“We have to, for now, until they make a mistake. That’ll happen, sweetheart, I promise you, and once it does, this nightmare will be over.”
“You promise?” she repeated.
Roy’s expression softened and he nodded. Offering her further reassurance, he extended his arm across the desk. Corrie reached for his hand and laced her fingers through his. Her husband gazed deep into her eyes. She felt his love, his comfort, and for now it was enough. For today, for this morning at least, she would be fine. Her problem, Corrie decided, was that she was just so tired. Everything would seem less frightening if she could get even one decent night’s sleep.
The front door to the office opened, and Roy abruptly released her and stood. From his years of police work he was always on the alert, never more so than now.
“Mom, Dad?” Their daughter’s voice rang from the outer office where Corrie’s desk was situated.
“Linnette,” Corrie cried eagerly, although her enthusiasm might have seemed a little strained. “We’re in here.”
Their daughter came into the room, then paused, an uncertain expression on her face. She was petite like Corrie, with dark hair and eyes. Also like Corrie, Linnette had excelled in school, and because she was the daughter of a policeman, she’d always been sheltered. Her studies had kept her from pursuing much of a social life, but Corrie hoped that would change now. Linnette had never had a serious boyfriend.
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Linnette glanced suspiciously from Corrie to Roy and back again. “Is everything all right?”
“It’s fine,” Corrie assured her in a rush. “Why shouldn’t it be?”
Their daughter was far too intuitive to be easily fooled, but thankfully she let it pass. “I’ve found an apartment,” Linnette announced and did a small jig around the office.
“Where?” Corrie asked, hoping it was in town. Linnette had been hired by the new Cedar Cove Medical Clinic as a physician assistant, and Corrie was thrilled to have her closer.
“It’s on the cove, just down from the Waterfront Park,” Linnette explained. “The complex next to the Holiday Inn Express.”
Corrie knew the apartment building, since she passed it nearly every day when she went for her afternoon walk. The building was close to the marina and a short distance from the library. The two-story complex had a fabulous water view of the cove and lighthouse, with the Bremerton shipyard in the distance. As far as Corrie was concerned, this was perfect.
“I hope they aren’t charging you an arm and a leg,” Roy cautioned, but Corrie could tell he was pleased.
“The rent, compared to what I was paying in Seattle, is a bargain.”
“Good.”
Roy was still protective of his little girl. Unfortunately, he had a difficult time expressing his feelings for his children—especially their son. Mack and his father were constantly at odds. In Corrie’s opinion, they were too much alike. Mack seemed to know exactly what to say to irritate Roy. And Roy wasn’t blameless, either; he seemed to go out of his way to find fault with their son. Because of the tension between them, they generally avoided each other. Corrie didn’t like it. Most of the time, she felt trapped in the middle. Thankfully that wasn’t the case with Linnette, who was two years older than her brother.
Linnette was talking about the apartment and the move-in date and her job at the clinic. Corrie nodded at the appropriate moments but only listened with half an ear. Roy returned to his work while Corrie walked back to her desk, Linnette following her.
“Mom,” Linnette said
