Broken Vows Mystery 03-In Sickness and in Death

by Lisa Bork

  Ray braked suddenly, swung the car around in a U-turn and stopped roadside, parallel to the Mennonite farmer who was still in the fields. “We’ll ask her neighbor. Sit tight.”

  He climbed out of the Lexus and headed across the field toward the oncoming tractor. The farmer slowed the tractor as he neared Ray and cut the engine.

  Ray pointed in the direction of the Flynn’s farm. The farmer nodded.

  I saw Ray’s lips moving then the farmer’s. After a minute or two of conversation, Ray waved to the farmer and walked back to the car.

  The Lexus sank on the left side when he got in and slammed his door. “Theory one shot to shit.”

  “What?”

  “Leslie and her brother are not the same person. This guy says they’re identical twins, and he’s definitely seen them both at the same time as recently as yesterday.”

  “Identical twins means one egg?” How odd that one half of the same egg would turn out so differently.

  Ray twisted the ignition key. “One egg, same sex twins. That’s what I remember from biology class.” He gunned the engine and took off like we were in the Indy 500.

  My right leg instinctively tried to brake. Too bad the brake was on his side of the car.

  He accelerated through a curve.

  I gripped my door handle. I’d had enough G-forces for today. “Ray!”

  “Sorry.” He slowed down to fifty.

  I tried not to notice the road signs recommending thirty-five miles an hour for the curves. I could take the speed. It was the curves that killed me.

  Ray drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “I’m moving Leslie and her brother up on my suspect list.”

  “Why? Leslie was very open with us. She’s having a sex change operation, which is definitely not a crime. Her brother exists. And none of the girls at The Cat’s Meow could tie either of them to Jessica James, right?”

  “True, but according to the neighbor, Leslie’s brother’s name is Peter.”

  “Peter?” My heart dropped.

  “That’s what the guy said.”

  “Another P name, like on the key chain.”

  Ray nodded, a grim expression on his face. “Exactly, but there’s more to it than that.” He gestured to the fields outside my windows. “Do you know what’s just over there?”

  “The Flynn farm?”

  Ray gave me the look, the incredulous, you-are-so-naïve look. “Yes, Darlin’, but think about this farm in relation to the rest of the countryside. Think about the other side of this hill, at the bottom of the road, maybe a mile or so from here. What do you see?”

  I gazed out the window. All I saw was fields, maybe a few cornstalks on the horizon. If he turned me around twice, I’d be clueless. “I have no idea. Tell me.”

  “The Cat’s Meow.”

  While I waited for Cory and Danny to finish up in the garage, Ray headed back to the sheriff’s office to discuss our findings with the sheriff and the deputy in charge of investigating Jessica James’ disappearance. I could tell Ray wished he was in charge. He’d caught the scent and clearly wanted to be the one to follow the trail.

  I, on the other hand, still smelled manure. The smell had attached itself to my cardboard carton of eggs, the eggs my new friend Leslie had given me. I think I had some actual manure squished in my tire treads, too. We’d probably picked some up left behind by a horse and buggy on one of the curves Ray flew through.

  But just because something smells, it doesn’t mean it’s bad, I thought as I locked up the shop an hour later. And just because someone’s different doesn’t mean they’re dangerous. Leslie’s gender change was unusual, but it didn’t necessarily indicate she had any other issues—surely not those of a killer. She simply wasn’t happy with herself and had found a way to solve the problem. I couldn’t see any more in her actions than that. Leslie had no reason to kill Jessica James.

  And her brother had even less reason, as far as I could tell. But it bothered me that his name was Peter. Why couldn’t the first letter of his name have been anything other than a P? There were twenty-five other choices, for Pete’s sake.

  Ha! For Pete’s sake. I smiled as I slid into the Lexus where Danny waited with his backpack full of partially completed homework.

  “What’s so funny?”

  I met his gaze in the rearview mirror. “Nothing. How far did you and Cory get on the bodywork repair?”

  “Cory said we’ll sand it tomorrow.”

  I pulled out onto Main Street and headed toward home. “Have you ever done bodywork before?”

  “No.”

  “What’d ya think?”

  “I like it. Cory said I could work on the race car with him, too, if you said it was okay.”

  I slowed for a turn, flipped on my signal, and watched for an opportunity, checking the rearview mirror for any suspicious cars behind me, particularly any with guns pointed out the window in my direction.

  “Is it?”

  I swung onto North Street. “Is it what?”

  “Okay?”

  “Sure, of course.” I looked in the rearview in time to catch the broad smile that crossed his face. “So you guys got along okay today, huh?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Cory’s pretty nice, right?”

  “He’s cool.”

  I let it go, pleased and relieved Cory had won him over. But then, what’s not to like about Cory? He was like an adorable puppy. You just had to love him.

  As I made the turn onto our street, a multitude of colored and clear Christmas lights sparkled from rooflines, fences, bushes, and trees. Several windows featured lit trees as well as doors and fences with wreaths and bows. Overnight, our street had become a winter wonderland, even though the temperature said Indian summer.

  I checked the rearview mirror again. My car was the only one in sight. The gunman wouldn’t have much opportunity to hide from my neighbors anyway. Not a day went by that I didn’t see at least one face in a window, watching Ray and me come and go. Of course, most of our neighbors were elderly. What else did they have to do? Still, I kinda welcomed the unofficial neighborhood watch program. In all likelihood, it was in place all over town now, more in the spirit of stamping out crime than saving me.

  I soaked in the neighborhood decorations and felt better for it. Christmas was still my favorite time of the year, even though my mother had killed herself on Christmas Eve. I couldn’t believe the season had arrived already—the wreaths with red velvet bows, the evergreen scent, the sparkling white lights, and the atmosphere of goodwill towards man. Thanksgiving had been late this year, and tomorrow was December third already. The annual Wachobe Dickens festival had kicked off this past weekend with carolers dressed in period costumes greeting people on the streets. Now our neighborhood was getting into the spirit as well.

  This would have been our second Christmas with Noelle, but the first where we could have put presents under the tree and a stocking by the fire for her. A few days from now would be her first birthday. I’d so looked forward to celebrating both events. I even had a gold bracelet engraved with her name put away in the closet for her. I’d purchased it this past summer at an art show before she’d been taken from us. I supposed I could send it to her birthmother with a note.

  But my heart broke at the thought of Noelle opening her special gift with someone other than me.

  “Jolene?”

  I shook my head and focused on the road, happy not to have hit anyone or anything while lost in my thoughts. “Yes, Danny?”

  “Are you and Ray Jewish?”

  A deep belly laugh welled and burst from my lips, erasing all my sorrows in an instant.

  “No, Danny. Why do you ask?”

  “You don’t have any Christmas decorations. Our house is the only one on the street that doesn’t.”

  He was an observant little man. I kinda liked the fact he’d referred to “our” house as though he belonged there, too. “The decorations are in the attic. Maybe after dinner, we can put so
me of them out.”

  “Can we get a tree?”

  Sadness fell over me again like a net. Erica and I carried on the family tradition of decorating the tree two weeks before Christmas. That only gave me a few days to find her and get her straightened out. This might be one of those years where I had to decorate the tree without her, one of the years where she sat it out in the psych center instead. But I’d wait and hold out hope a little longer for her return.

  I turned into our driveway, cut the ignition, and swiveled in my seat to face Danny.

  “We always put the tree up fourteen days before Christmas. That way it doesn’t get too dried out and the needles don’t fall off before Christmas Day. You can cut one down for us this year if you want.”

  “Okay.” He rubbed his hands together, his eyes bright. Then the light in them faded. “What about my dad?”

  Poor Danny had his own heartbreaks and sorrows. We were two of a kind. I treaded lightly. “I’m not sure. He refuses to talk to the sheriff’s department. If he won’t tell them what happened, he can’t clear his name. He’ll probably have to stay in jail until he goes to trial.”

  Danny’s chin got a stubborn set to it. “He doesn’t know what happened.”

  “He must know if he stole the Cadillac Escalade and the Toyota Camry.”

  Danny averted his eyes. “He doesn’t know what happened to Aunt Jessica.”

  I made my voice as gentle as possible, trying to mask my excitement with my sympathy. “Your dad told you about her?”

  He nodded and swallowed.

  “What did he say?”

  “He said my mom died of pneumonia and my aunt took care of us for a while. Then they had a fight and we moved out. We didn’t see her after that.”

  “Why did he go see her at The Cat’s Meow?”

  Danny’s chin sunk into his chest. “I don’t know. He wouldn’t tell me.” He raised his face to give me a fierce look. “But he said he didn’t kill her. My dad would never hurt anybody. He doesn’t know who did.”

  “Okay.” I patted him on the knee. “I believe you and him. But did he drive the Toyota Camry we found her arm in?”

  Danny averted his gaze once again. “I don’t know if I can tell you.”

  That answer was as good as a yes, a yes that might send his dad away for a good many years to come.

  I sighed. “I can’t help you or your dad if I don’t know what’s going on. Neither can Ray. And we do want to help your dad, Danny. We know you love him. We know he loves you. We want you to be together.”

  Danny sniffled. “I miss my dad.”

  “Do you want to go visit him tonight?”

  For an instant, Danny’s eyes lit up then they dimmed. “No!”

  I thought I’d misheard. “No? Why not?”

  “I don’t want him to know I got suspended. He’ll be mad.” Danny burst into tears. “I want my dad. I want my dad.” He clapped his palms over his face and bent over his knees.

  “Oh, Danny.” I clambered over the console onto the seat next to him, gathering his quivering body into my arms. I cried right along with him, thinking about his problems and mine.

  After five minutes, his tears stopped. He settled his face in my shoulder. I thought he might be falling asleep, worn out from all his emotions. I knew I felt drained.

  The windows had fogged over with the evening chill. I leaned back against the seat and stared at the ceiling, savoring his closeness. I closed my eyes. It was nice to have someone to cuddle, but maybe Danny could use a chat with Dr. Albert. Maybe we all could.

  The car door opened.

  Danny and I jerked our heads up to look.

  Ray’s head appeared in the opening. “What are you guys doing in there?”

  ____

  After dinner, Danny parked himself in front of the television to watch SpongeBob once again. I wanted to ask him to lower the volume, because if I heard the little creature’s annoying laugh one more time, I might put an umbrella through the television, too. But I didn’t. Instead, Ray and I went into the bedroom and closed the door to whisper with one another again. The bungalow was too small to keep our conversation from Danny any other way.

  We lay down on the bed, my head resting on Ray’s shoulder, my arm on his chest, his muscular arm holding me tight against his side. “What did the sheriff say?”

  “He said he’d have one of the guys assigned to the investigation look into it. They’re looking at over forty different guys who were regulars at The Cat’s Meow and tracking credit card receipts to identify anyone who was in the club during the time Jessica James worked there. But a lot of men pay cash in clubs like that to keep it from their wives.”

  “Did you ever go to clubs like that?”

  “In high school, the football team went once or twice.”

  I raised my head to look at his face. “You were underage.”

  Ray snorted. “Why do you think I can pick out a fake ID so fast?”

  I snuggled in again. “Any other time?”

  “A couple of stag parties. That’s all.”

  “What did you think?”

  “They’re naked women, Darlin’. I enjoyed the view, just like any other guy.”

  “Did you touch?” Worse, did he sleep with them?

  “No. You know I like to be the first man in.” He rolled to cover my body with his and lowered his face to kiss me.

  The phone rang.

  Ray dropped the F bomb. His full weight—more than twice mine—slumped onto me.

  “Get off, get … awph,” I gasped.

  With a sigh of resignation, he rose and crawled across the bed to pick up the phone.

  I watched the annoyance on his face morph to interest. He swung his legs onto the floor and glanced at me. He raised his eyebrow.

  A few more seconds passed as he listened.

  I heard SpongeBob’s laugh through the walls. Where was my umbrella anyway? We could upgrade to a flat screen.

  Ray hung up. He ran his hand over his hair and rubbed the back of his neck.

  “What?” I sat up and shoved his shoulder. “What?”

  “They found Jessica James’ body.”

  “Where?”

  “A few miles from the apartment where she was killed, just outside the radius the sheriff’s office searched. She was buried about four feet under, in a plastic garbage bag, naked and in pieces. A hunter stumbled over her. The animals had been after her.”

  I wasn’t even going to ask what he meant by “in pieces.” My stomach was already churning. “Just like you said.”

  He tipped his head. “I knew they wouldn’t find her in the middle of the road.”

  “How did she die?”

  “Preliminary findings point to strangulation, but the medical examiner won’t issue his report until tomorrow.”

  “So that’s all?”

  “There’s more.” Ray glanced toward the bedroom door.

  I leaned closer and breathed, “What?”

  “They found a car remote lying in the leaves about five yards from the body. The deputy from the other county just left our evidence garage. It matches the Toyota Camry Danny stole from the psych center lot. It has a partial print on it.”

  “And?”

  Ray grimaced as if it pained him. “Danny’s father may be charged with murder.”

  My heart filled with dread. “What are we going to tell Danny?”

  “Nothing yet.”

  “What if it’s in the paper tomorrow?”

  Ray scratched his eyebrow and peered at me through his fingers. “We don’t get the paper. Do you get it at the shop?”

  “Sometimes Cory brings it in.”

  “Call him and tell him to leave it home tomorrow. Danny doesn’t have to go back to school until Monday. By then, we’ll know what to tell him.”

  “His classmates already know his father’s in jail.”

  “I’m not surprised. How do you know?”

  “I saw Bernie at The Lincoln House. His son Jacob
is in Danny’s class. He said another kid told Jacob on the bus.”

  Ray stretched out on the bed again. “It’s one thing to be in jail for car theft, but it’s a whole different game when your father’s in jail for murder, especially of a female relative.”

  “That kid was already teasing Danny about you. I can’t imagine what they’ll say about his real dad.”

  “We’ll just have to tell him to hold his head up high and ignore them.”

  I stretched out next to him, my body rigid with tension. “Oh, Ray, you said yourself he’s impulsive. He cried in the car today. I don’t know if he can take any more pressure.”

  “What’s your suggestion?”

  “I thought about making an appointment for him with Dr. Albert. He could tell Dr. Albert the whole truth. Dr. Albert wouldn’t tell us, but maybe he could give Danny some direction or at least some support.”

  Ray thought about it for a minute. “That’s a good idea, Darlin’. Dr. Albert works miracles on your sister. Let’s hope he can help Danny, too.”

  I lay silent next to Ray, thinking about the doubts I’d had about Dr. Albert’s treatment of Erica. She was avoiding Dr. Albert now, but prior to her disappearance, she’d gone the longest time ever content and employed. Not to mention she always seemed upbeat when she came out of his office. It wasn’t him causing the problems. It was her.

  In the morning, I’d give him a call about Danny.

  Ray broke into my thoughts. “The sheriff doesn’t want me involved in the investigation. Period. Exclamation point. That’s why he called. He said if we had any further suspicions about Leslie Flynn or her brother, we need to talk to him directly. We’re not to pay any more calls on them.”

  I stiffened. “I don’t work for the sheriff, Ray.”

  “I know.”

  “I don’t like being told what to do, especially by him.” The sheriff didn’t leave his office very often, unless an on-camera opportunity arose. I’d lost respect for him years ago. But Ray didn’t share my feeling, so I kept it to myself.

  “I’m just telling you what he said. I’m the only one sworn to obey.”

  I lifted my head and gazed into Ray’s amused eyes. “Are you trying to tell me something?”