A Deadly Row

by Casey Mayes

  He chuckled. “Sure I could, but what fun would that be?”

  I stepped out of the shower, and my husband handed me a towel in turn. “I could get used to this.”

  “What, fresh towel service every morning?”

  “Sure, that, too, but I mean you handing me a towel every day when I get out of the shower.”

  “I’ll see what I can do,” he said. In the short time I’d been in the shower, my husband had dressed, combed his hair, and was ready for work. He gave me a quick kiss, and then said, “Say hello to Tom for me.”

  “I will. Zach, while I’m gone, you be careful, do you hear me?”

  “Savannah, what trouble will I be able to get into when I’m locked up in that command center? I’m safer than the mayor up there.”

  “Speaking of Grady, are you going to talk to him again today?”

  “Why, because our last chat went so well? No, I’m probably not going to brace him again until I have something a little more substantial to say.”

  As I dried my hair, I asked, “Do you think you’ll find something on him?”

  “You can bet that if it’s there, I’ll find it,” he said.

  “I know you will. Not that I’m not flattered, but shouldn’t you be going to work now?”

  “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

  “No way. I just don’t want to keep you from your investigation.”

  “It will wait a little bit.”

  There was a knock at the door, and I asked my husband, “Were you expecting someone?”

  “I called room service while you were in the shower,” he said with a grin. “I thought we could have a quick bite together before you go. What do you think?”

  “I think that’s a great idea. Give me a second and I’ll join you.”

  I got dressed quickly, and then met Zach out in the living room of the suite. Dining in front of that spectacular view was quickly becoming a habit for me, and I knew I’d miss it once we were back in Parson’s Valley.

  “Wow, this is really nice.”

  “Hey, nothing but the best for my wife,” Zach said.

  “Especially when we’re not footing the bill. I hate to admit it, but I feel a little guilty about all of this.”

  As we started to eat, Zach shrugged. “I never could have accepted any of this if I was still on the force, but as a consultant, I don’t have any problem with it.”

  That surprised me. “You honestly don’t mind?”

  “Savannah, this man lost someone he cared about. It’s helping him knowing that he’s making my life easier so I can focus on finding the killer. If it’s a good thing for him, and it doesn’t cost me anything, why shouldn’t I accept his generous offer?”

  “It sounds good to me. Do you have any new leads for today?”

  “I’ve got a couple of angles I want to check out,” he said.

  “Go on, I’m listening.”

  “You know I can’t talk about my thought process,” he said.

  “I was just wondering if that changed, too.”

  “Not a chance.”

  I smiled at him. “Just checking.”

  He took a bite of toast, and then said, “Davis wants a progress report first thing this morning, but I don’t know what I’m going to tell him. Maybe I need to pop in on Grady after all and see if I can catch him off guard. I don’t know; I’m not sure what I’m going to do just yet.”

  I pushed my plate away, too full to finish the omelet my husband had ordered for me. “That was great. Are you ready to go?”

  “Are you rushing me?”

  “No, stay as long as you like, but I need to get on the road.”

  He pushed away from his plate. “Hang on a second, I’m almost ready.”

  As we left the suite and rode down in the elevator, I said, “I still can’t believe we’re here.”

  “In the Belmont?”

  “Sure, but mostly just being back in Charlotte. I wasn’t sure that it was that great of an idea coming back, but as much as I’m enjoying it, I can’t wait to get home.”

  “I know just what you mean.”

  When we got to the lobby, there was a uniformed officer standing beside a large plant. He was trying his best to look inconspicuous in his uniform, but he was failing epically.

  “Where’s Steve?” I asked Zach. “I thought he was your ride.”

  “He’s taking a personal day,” my husband explained.

  “I could always drop you off at the station on my way out of town.”

  “It’s out of your way, and you know it. This will be fine.” He gave me a quick peck, and then added, “Have a safe drive, and don’t forget to call me when you get there.”

  “Okay. I’ll see you tonight.”

  After my husband was gone, I headed for the parking garage and collected our car. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard when I got in and saw that if I didn’t hit too much traffic, I should be at Uncle Thomas’s a little after nine. I was excited to see him, but I also had a sense of dread about what he was about to tell me.

  There was only one way to find out, though.

  Chapter 11

  AS SOON AS I GOT A LITTLE WAYS UP 1-77 AND OUT OF THE main part of town, I dialed Lorna’s number.

  “Hey, there. You just caught me. I was getting ready to leave the house,” she said.

  “I’m glad I called, then. Something’s come up, so I’m going to have to cancel on you this morning.”

  “Really? I could make it later, if that would be more convenient for you.” The disappointment was clear in her voice. “I’ve really missed chatting with you, Savannah.”

  “I’ve missed you, too,” I said, “but I’m on my way to Hickory, and I’m not sure when I’m going to be back.”

  “What on earth are you going to do up there?”

  “I’m visiting family,” I said.

  “I know what that’s like,” she said. “Could we do it tomorrow?”

  “I don’t see why not, if nothing else comes up.”

  “Wow, I feel so special,” she said with a laugh.

  “I didn’t mean anything by that. It’s just that with Zach’s job, I’m not sure what’s going to happen the next hour, let alone the next day.”

  “That’s fine. I was just teasing. Tell you what. Let’s plan on tomorrow, but if something comes up, just give me a call.”

  “Will do,” I said, and hung up. I’d always liked Lorna, but the changes in her had made her even nicer to be around.

  As I drove toward Hickory, I found myself enjoying the scenery. The interstate going to Statesville cut through a corner of Lake Norman, and I saw a cluster of sailboats docked by a complex situated right on the water, and a few Jet Skis were already out enjoying the day. It must be nice to be able to spend time on the lake every day, though Zach and I could never have afforded property anywhere near the water. When I glanced through my rearview mirror back toward the lake, I saw a black car with heavily tinted windows two vehicles behind mine, but I didn’t think much of it.

  At Statesville, I switched from I-77 North and took I-40 West. It was the same direction I would have driven if I was going home, but I wasn’t making that trip, at least not today.

  Out of habit from Zach’s many lectures on personal safety, I looked back, and sure enough, the black car was still there. I tried to tell myself that it was a coincidence. After all, anyone leaving Charlotte when I had who headed to Hickory a little above the speed limit would be close to me all the way there. But it still left me a little uneasy. I thought about speeding up a little to see if they’d still follow me, but Zach wouldn’t be happy if I got a speeding ticket. I decided to ignore it and go on my way.

  Half an hour later, I took the exit for Uncle Thomas’s house, and ten minutes after that, I was at his place. The black car had taken my exit, and I’d felt my stomach tighten, but whoever it was had pulled into a convenience store to get gas, and I had laughed a little self-consciously at myself.

  Uncle Thomas
was half a mile from Lake Hickory, really just a wide stretch of the Catawba River. While I’d never seen a sailboat there, there were usually plenty of fishing boats, ski boats, and Jet Skis on the water. Uncle Thomas had a kayak, and he always put it in the water at Geitner Park on a small creek that led out onto the lake. The two of us had gone kayaking every summer whenever my folks and I would visit him, and I’d loved that quiet time we spent together on the calm water. There was always something to see, from herons taking off to turtles sunning themselves on floating logs.

  I found my uncle in the front yard of his house, tending a raised-bed garden that was about the size of a sheet of plywood. Though his hair had whitened over the years, it was still full, and there was no brilliance lost in his smile. Looking at him again, I felt the comfort and safety of my childhood sweep over me. Whenever Uncle Thomas was around, I knew in my heart that nothing could ever be wrong.

  After I got out, we hugged, and then I looked carefully at his garden. “Wow, you’ve really downsized, haven’t you? I remember when half your yard was full of your vegetable garden.”

  He smiled. “Ever since your aunt died, I haven’t needed that many plants. She was a demon freezer and canner, but I have no interest in doing any of that. I just grow a few things every year to keep my hand in it.”

  I looked at the bed, a twelve-inch high wooden box sitting on the ground, filled with rich, black soil. In that compact space, he was growing three tomato plants, two rows of potatoes, a block of onions, and a block of green beans. “How did you manage to fit so much into such a small space?”

  “What can I say? When I get started, I have a hard time stopping.”

  “You could always build another bed,” I said.

  “Then I’d just fill it up, too, and we both know it.” His smile faded as he added, “I’m finished up here. Why don’t we go onto the porch?”

  I nodded. While his house wasn’t really anything that special, he had a screened-in porch that I’d always adored. When I’d been a kid, I could remember having slumber parties out there, hearing the crickets and watching the fireflies doing their nightly dances. While my uncle’s place was still technically in the city of Hickory limits, he had nearly an acre of land, with trees all around him. It was a little like his own slice of heaven.

  After Uncle Thomas washed up at the spigot outside, he asked me, “Would you like some lemonade?”

  “You wouldn’t be stalling, would you?” I asked him.

  “Me? Would I do something like that? How’s that husband of yours? Is he still treating you right?”

  “You know it. He’s fine, and he sends his love. He’s working on a pretty bad case for the Charlotte police at the moment. They’re in a jam, so they called him in.”

  “How’s the consulting business going?”

  “It comes in spurts. Anything else you want to talk about? How are the Crawdads doing?” That was our local Single-A professional baseball team, and my uncle rarely missed a home game.

  “It’s too soon to tell,” he said. “Okay, you’re right. I’ve been beating around the bush, but I called you up here, so I should get to it.”

  Now that he was getting ready to tell me something, I found myself wishing that I’d been the one stalling, instead of him. Uncle Thomas was more important to me than I’d even realized, and the prospect of losing him was enough to break my heart.

  “You don’t have to tell me,” I said suddenly. “We can just sit out here and enjoy the day.”

  “No, you’re a busy woman, and I’ve got things to do myself. I’m sure you have a puzzle due today.”

  “There’s a puzzle due just about every day,” I said. “If I don’t get around to it today, I have some saved up. If they run through those, they can always use old ones.”

  “I hate repeats,” he said. “I feel like I’m being cheated.”

  “Hang on a second. You do my puzzles?”

  He nodded. “Ever since the Hickory paper started carrying them. I’m getting pretty good at them, too.”

  “That is the sweetest thing I’ve heard in ages,” I said, truly touched by his admission.

  “Why wouldn’t I do them? I’m proud of you, Savannah, and so was your mother.” He frowned, and then said, “I’ll be right back.”

  What was he getting? Were there test results he wanted me to look over? Was it even worse than I’d feared?

  To my surprise, a full five minutes later, he came out onto the porch with a small wooden box clutched firmly in his wrinkled hands. It was big enough to hold a packet of letters four inches thick, or just about anything else that would fit into that space.

  “Those aren’t test results,” I said.

  He looked surprised by the declaration. “Of course they aren’t. Why would you think they were?”

  “You told me you went to the doctor, remember?”

  “Savannah, I also remember telling you that everything was fine. Sure, my blood pressure’s higher than he’d like, and I could stand to lose ten or fifteen pounds, but there’s nothing dire.”

  “That’s a relief,” I said, suddenly feeling a weight lift from me. I knew I wouldn’t have my uncle around forever, but that didn’t mean I was ready to let him go just yet, either. “What’s in the box?”

  “It was your mother’s,” he said as he handed it to me.

  “I thought I cleaned everything out after she and dad died,” I said. It had been a painful process going through their things after the accident, but I’d forced myself to do it, along with help from Zach and Uncle Thomas.

  “You did, as far as you knew. Astrid asked me to keep this for her, and I didn’t have any way to say no. She told me to give it back to her in five years, and if she wasn’t around, I was supposed to give it to you then. Well, I’m not waiting another two years. You deserve to have it now.”

  “What’s inside? Do you have any idea?”

  “I never peeked, if that’s what you’re asking. It could be full of gold doubloons for all I know.” He hefted it in the air, and then said, “Strike that. Gold would be heavier than that.”

  He offered it to me, but I had a difficult time taking it from him. “Maybe you should look first.”

  Uncle Thomas shook his head. “Your mother was clear. I was not to look inside, no matter what the circumstances. I didn’t break my word to her when she was alive, and I’m not about to start now.”

  “You’re not breaking your word,” I said. “You’d be doing it as a favor to me.”

  “Savannah, I couldn’t love you any more if you were my own daughter, but there are some things I can’t do for you, and breaking my word is one of them. I’m sorry, I truly am, but I won’t do that.”

  “I understand,” I said. I reluctantly took the box from him, and saw that while it had a certain heft to it, there wasn’t any gold inside, at least not literally. I couldn’t imagine what might be inside, but I was in no hurry to find out. I put it on the table beside my chair, still unopened.

  “Aren’t you the least bit curious?” Uncle Thomas asked.

  “Yes, but I’m not ready to see what’s in there yet. I think I’ll wait until Zach can see what’s inside with me.” Many times, my husband was a source of strength for me, and whatever was in that box, I knew that I’d be better suited to handle it with him by my side.

  “That sounds like the right thing to do,” my uncle said.

  I looked around at the beauty outside. “What would you like for lunch? Should I make something for us?”

  He grinned. “I’ve already taken care of it. There’s a pot roast in the oven that should be ready in about an hour.”

  “We’re eating roast at ten thirty in the morning?” I asked, not able to keep the amusement out of my voice.

  “I’ve become a fairly good cook, but I’m lousy at timing meals to come out when I want them. I don’t know how your aunt managed it all those years. If it’s too early, I understand completely. I guess I got excited that you were coming, so I kind of jumped
the gun a little.”

  “Ten thirty sounds perfect,” I said. “Can we eat out here?”

  “We can eat wherever you want to, child,” he said with a grin. Had a weight been lifted off him as well? Uncle Thomas seemed relieved to have passed my mother’s box on to me, no doubt from fulfilling one of his last obligations to her. He’d loved my mother, and had shown her even more care when my uncle Jeffrey had left. He and my mom had been close, so the stories went, and when Jeffrey disappeared on his eighteenth birthday without a word to any of them, it had nearly broken her heart. That was when Thomas and his sister had formed such a tight bond.

  We chatted for a while, and I heard the timer go off in the kitchen.

  Uncle Thomas grinned at me. “It’s showtime. You grab the place settings and I’ll fetch the food.”

  I was getting the plates in the kitchen cupboard when my uncle lifted the lid from the roast. It smelled divine, and I was surprised to realize that my mouth was watering, despite the time of day and the relatively full state of my stomach.

  AFTER WE ATE, I NOTICED THAT IT WAS BARELY ELEVEN o’clock.

  I started carrying dirty dishes into the kitchen, and asked my uncle, “What would you like to do now?”

  “After eating that much roast, I’d like to take a nap,” he said.

  “Go on. I can occupy myself while you’re sleeping.”

  Uncle Thomas laughed. “I was joking, Savannah. I’m not that old, at least not yet. I would love to have you stay with me all day, but I know you’ve got things to do, so you don’t have to keep me company.”

  “Anything I’ve got on my plate can wait,” I said.

  “Do you mean that?”

  “I do,” I said. “I don’t have to leave for hours yet.”

  “Then what do you say? Should we get the kayaks out and take a little trip on the water?”

  I hadn’t been in a kayak forever, and I wasn’t even sure I could still paddle one, but the hope in his gaze was something I couldn’t bring myself to crush. “Let’s go.”

  We loaded the kayaks into the back of his old brown Ford pickup, and I noticed large spots on the hood where the paint had peeled off, leaving a chalky gray surface exposed. “You should get that painted before it rusts.”