the truth and in turn, shattering everything she’d been taught during her childhood. Everything she’d taught her only child about honesty.
Even if she continued her cover-up, she ran the risk that eventually her secrets would be revealed. Two very important secrets. The first she’d kept for over ten years, the second less than twenty-four-hours. Both were closely intertwined. That ten-year-old secret could drive an irreparable wedge between her and Chase as well as complicate her current problems.
But the second could cost her everything…including her son.
CHAPTER THREE
“YOU LOOK LIKE HELL, Deputy Reed.”
Chase leaned over the counter and sent Sue Ellen Parker—the sixty-something Crowley County dispatcher—his best grin. “You look mighty pretty today.”
A serious blush spread across the woman’s plump cheeks. “I thought you outgrew that silver-tongued devil tactic years ago. Just goes to show, once a bad boy, always a bad boy. And I’m thinkin’ your bad boy ways may be the cause of your fatigue.”
He wouldn’t argue that point. Having Jess in his bed had prevented him from getting much rest. Sometime during the night, she’d curled up against him and it had taken all his strength not to take up where they’d left off all those years ago. Repeating past mistakes never turned out well. And if he knew what was good for him, he’d scour the county and find her a place to live before he screwed up again.
He couldn’t think of a better resource for rental property than Sue Ellen, who knew everything about everyone, just like the town gossip, Pearl Allworth. But one huge difference set the two women apart—Sue was discrete while Pearl shot rumors around town like a human AK-47.
Chase sent a glance toward the small conference room across the hall where Buck was probably bullying Jess, hoping she might break. Danny was sitting in the corridor, his legs in constant motion. He felt sorry for the kid on many levels, the first being born to a bastard like Dalton Wainwright. Now to be dragged into a mess that could land his mother in jail, that sure as hell wasn’t fair. But then life wasn’t always fair. He’d learned that through experience.
Chase walked around the counter and took a seat next to the dispatcher, determined to do what he could to help Jess and her boy. Keeping his back to Danny, he asked Sue, “Do you know anyone who has a house for rent besides Wainwright?”
She took a pen from behind her ear and tapped it on the desk. “Is the remodeling going down the toilet?”
He lowered his voice and said, “It’s not for me. It’s for Jess and Danny.”
Sue raised a penciled-in brow. “What’s wrong with that big old house she’s been living in?”
Either Sue was playing ignorant, or she really didn’t know about Dalton. “Hard to believe you haven’t heard about what happened there last night.”
She exchanged the pen for a paper clip that she began to straighten. “I’ve heard, but as soon as she’s cleared, she should be able to move back in, right?”
If she was cleared. Chase hoped that would be the case for both her and Danny’s sake. “She doesn’t want to live there, and I can’t say that I blame her.”
Sue leaned forward and in a hushed voice asked, “Do you think she did something to him?”
Chase refused to take the bait. “Now, Sue, you know I can’t talk about an ongoing investigation.” He wouldn’t even if he could, especially not with Jess involved.
She patted her tightly-curled salt-and-pepper hair. “Sorry, but I can’t help but wonder if he drove her to it. Not that anyone in this town who knows that sorry sapsucker would ever judge Jess if she did take matters into her own hands. Why, just the other day when I was driving downtown, I saw Dalton coming out of the general store and it was all I could do not to hit the accelerator and jump the curb in my Jeep.”
Chase tried not to smile but couldn’t stop himself. “I wouldn’t repeat that around here. Buck might start questioning you.”
Sue rolled her eyes. “Your daddy doesn’t scare me, Chase. If he gives me grief, I’ll pour a little salt in his coffee and he knows it.”
Back to the matter at hand. “So do you know any places for rent?”
Sue tapped one temple like she was trying to dislodge a thought. “I know of a few on wheels that I wouldn’t recommend to my worst enemy. But the Wooley’s old farmhouse on the outskirts of town is vacant. I’m not sure Gabe has done much to it since his mama went into the nursing home about a year ago, so it might not be livable.”
Chase knew the place well, and if it wasn’t too rundown, it would be perfect. The house sat well off the road, giving Jess privacy and Danny a lot of room to roam. “I’ll call Gabe and see if he’s interested in renting it out. Thanks.”
She gave him a toothy grin. “You’re welcome, Deputy. Anything else?”
Chase shot another look at Danny over one shoulder. “Yeah. Could you take the boy into the break room and get him a snack? He doesn’t need to see his mother upset.”
“Sure,” she said. “Are you going to answer the phone?”
Chase leaned around her to see Barkley seated at his desk not far away. “Only if Bobby Boy gets swamped with calls, and around here, that’s not likely.”
Sue rolled back her chair and stood. “You never know, Chase. We’ve had a lot of shoplifting calls lately.”
That didn’t surprise him in the least. When times were tough, people got by any way they could, even if it meant stealing what they needed.
Chase watched as Sue held out her hand to Danny and after a brief pause, he took it and allowed the woman to lead him away. A few seconds later, the conference room door opened and Jess stepped out, looking like she’d been run through the mill twice. She’d always been fair-skinned, but Chase had never seen her quite so pale.
After his dad emerged wearing his patent sheriff’s scowl, Chase joined them in the hallway, ready to offer support and an explanation when Jess looked around, obviously concerned over her son’s absence. “Where’s Danny?” she asked, a touch of alarm in her tone.
Chase pointed down the corridor. “Sue took him to the break room. Third room to the right.” After Jess hurried away, Chase faced his dad. “Is she free to go now?”
“Not until I talk to the boy,” Buck said. “I need to hear his version of the story because I’m not buying the bill of goods I just got from his mother.”
Chase resented his dad for continuing to treat Jess like some hardened criminal. “The kid’s still in shock. Maybe you ought to wait another day or two before you harass him like you did Jess.”
“I’m just following procedure, son, like I would with anyone else who’s involved in a questionable incident.”
And that’s what irked Chase—his dad viewing Jess like someone he’d never met before, not the kid who used to call him Daddy Buck. “Did she give you any reason to think that this was anything other than an accident?”
Buck
