“Grace, stop right there. Don’t get too close.” Her heart thudded at the voice that came from behind her. It didn’t matter how long it had been since she’d heard it. She’d know it anywhere. Alex Crowne had arrived on the bridge, and his command reminded her of the tone he’d used when cautioning her about something when they were children.
She frowned and shook her head. They weren’t children anymore, and he’d long ago given up the right to be concerned about her safety. She arched an eyebrow and glanced over her shoulder. “It’s all right, Alex. I just want to see the journal.”
Mr. Mitchell tilted his head back and laughed before he glared at Alex. “So Detective Crowne who supposedly solves cold cases came, too.” He leaned forward. “When I read in the paper you had been picked to help head up the new Cold Case Unit with the police, I begged you to solve my son’s murder. When are you going to do it?”
“I looked into the case like I said I would do,” Alex said, “and I told you I wasn’t able to find any new evidence that his death was anything but a suicide.”
Grace inched closer. “Mr. Mitchell, I’m sure Alex will be glad to look into Landon’s death again.” She turned her head and glanced at Alex over her shoulder. “You’ll do that, won’t you?”
Alex looked at her, then to Mr. Mitchell. “Of course I will.”
Grace smiled and turned her gaze back to Landon’s father. “We’ll both see what we can find out. Now why don’t you give me the journal and come down from the railing?”
Alex stepped over the barrier and came to a stop behind her. “No, Grace. Don’t get any closer.”
Without looking around, she waved Alex off. “It’s okay.” She moved closer to the railing and stretched out her hand. “I’m a reporter. If I see anything that makes me think Landon was murdered, I’ll find out who did it.”
Mr. Mitchell started to hold out the book but pulled it back. “Do you promise you’ll find out who killed him?”
“I promise I’ll look into his death, and Alex said he would also.”
Hesitantly, he sat up straight and held out the book. Another strong gust of wind swept across the bridge, but it wasn’t the sudden breeze that chilled Grace. Her skin prickled at the change in Mr. Mitchell’s face. Whereas moments ago he had looked like a grieving father, his eyes now held a maniacal glare, and he stared at her as if seeing her for the first time.
“Grace, be careful!” Alex’s warning came too late.
Grace reached out to take the journal. Before she could touch it, Landon’s father hurled the book into the air and grabbed her by the wrist. “You can look at it with me at the bottom of the river.”
Grace slammed against the bridge railing and gaped in horror as the book sailed downward toward the river. She looked up into Mr. Mitchell’s crazed eyes and tried to break free, but it was no use. He held her in a viselike grip. “You know who killed my son.”
“Grace!” Alex’s panicked yell reached her, and she struggled to twist free.
Mr. Mitchell’s hold on her tightened, and with a loud scream he fell backward off the railing but managed to clamp his free hand around the handrail. With one hand circling her wrist and the other clutching the railing, he dangled in midair and pulled her toward him.
Grace clawed for a hold on the railing with her free hand and watched in horror as he uncurled one finger from his grip on the handrail. He grinned and lifted another finger. Her feet lifted from the walkway, and she screamed at the excruciating pain radiating up her arm. She tried to wedge her feet between the metal rods that supported the railing, but she couldn’t grab a foothold as his weight pulled her closer and closer to the top of the railing. In a few seconds she would be pulled from the bridge to a watery grave below.
Just when she thought all hope was lost, Alex’s left arm encircled her waist, and he stretched his right one over the railing in an effort to reach Mr. Mitchell. The two uniformed officers appeared on either side of her to help Alex. Before they could catch hold of Mr. Mitchell, he released his hold on Grace’s wrist and the railing, but Alex grabbed him by the sleeve of his open coat before he could fall.
“Help me pull him up,” Alex yelled as he tightened his grip on Mr. Mitchell’s coat. The officers reached down to assist.
Before they could pull him to safety, Mr. Mitchell threw back his head, released a bone-chilling laugh, and wriggled out of the coat. Grace had a split-second glance of the surprised look that flashed across his face before he plummeted toward the murky waters below. With them free of Mr. Mitchell’s weight, she and Alex tumbled backward and landed on the walkway pavement with his arms wrapped around her.
She only had a moment to realize she was safe before Alex was on his feet and rushing back to the railing. She sat up and watched him lean over the railing and scan the river below. He turned to the officer next to him. “I don’t see him. Notify harbor patrol where he went into the water. If we’re lucky, we may be able to recover his body before the current carries it downstream.”
Alex’s shoulders sagged as he continued to look down at the water. After a moment, he turned and glared at her. Grace tried to rise, but her shaking legs wouldn’t cooperate. Alex strode back to her, grabbed her uninjured arm and lifted her to stand next to him. She pushed a lock of hair out of her face and struggled to keep from bursting into tears. “Thank you, Alex. If it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead right now.”
The muscle in his jaw twitched, and his eyebrows drew down across his nose. He released a long breath and shook his head. “I’ve seen you do a lot of crazy things, but nothing can top what you did today.”
She started to answer, but she noticed Derek still held the camera. “Derek, you can stop now. Go on back to the van and wait for me.”
He lowered the camera and glanced from her to Alex. “Are you sure you’re all right?”
“I’m fine. I’ll be with you in a few minutes.” Her wrist throbbed, and she massaged it as she watched Derek walk away. Then she turned back to Alex. Anger boiled up in her, and she took a step closer to Alex and stared up into his angry eyes. “May I ask what your problem is, Detective Crowne?” she hissed.
He didn’t back away from her. Instead, he leaned toward her until they were face-to-face. “My problem? It was your problem. You almost got yourself killed. Why didn’t you wait for me to get here? I might have been able to talk him down off that railing.”
Grace straightened her back and stared at him. “I had no idea when you’d get here, and I wanted to get Mr. Mitchell down as quickly as possible.”
“And you wanted to be the main rescuer in the story, didn’t you? You forget I know you too well, Grace. Your story on the noon news would sure look a lot better if you’d saved a man from a watery grave without the help of the police.”
Her face grew warm, and she shook her head. “I think he was determined to end his life no matter who was here.”
“Maybe,” Alex said. “But we might have avoided the attempt on your life. I told you not to go any closer, and you didn’t pay any attention to me. That shouldn’t surprise me since you’ve never listened to me about anything.”
His words cut deep, and she struggled to keep from bursting into tears. “What do you mean? Have you forgotten I’m the girl who followed you everywhere from the time we were ten years old? And that I’m also the girl who loved you and you threw my love away as if it was nothing? I’d say you’re the one who never listened.”
He shook his head and gave a sarcastic chuckle. “I guess it’s true. Two people can see a situation and interpret it in an entirely different way. If I remember correctly, it was you who walked away from me without caring how I felt.”
She took a step back from Alex and tried to stem the tears welling in her eyes. She’d never been able to make him understand her side of their breakup, and she probably never would. It saddened her to think their once close friendship had come to this.
She lifted her chin and took a deep breath. “Who are you to talk about car
ing? You haven’t even asked me how I’m feeling after almost taking a hundred-foot dive into the river. For your information I didn’t ask to come here today, and I sure didn’t ask to almost get killed. I was trying to save a man’s life.” Her battle to stop her tears failed, and she wiped at one that slipped down her cheek. “It turns out I didn’t help, and your attitude has turned a bad day into an even worse one. I’d like to say it was nice seeing you again, but it wasn’t.”
Alex raked his fingers through his hair. “Grace, don’t you understand—”
She held up her hand. “I think you’ve made your feelings very clear, Alex. Now I need to get back to work.”
Clutching her fists at her side, she whirled and stormed down the walkway in the direction of the station’s van. She’d failed to get the story of stopping a man from committing suicide that she’d first visualized when she set foot on the bridge. Instead of a piece to add to her résumé, she’d ended up with the last tragic moments of a man’s life.
She didn’t think she would ever forget the look on Mr. Mitchell’s face right before he plunged to the river. She needed to get back to the station and decide how she would use the footage on the noon newscast, but at the moment she couldn’t bear to think about the sad events on the bridge this morning. Maybe when she had calmed down, she could reflect on all that happened on the bridge today, but right now she needed to get as far away from it as possible.
*
Alex watched Grace stride away from him. Her blond hair glistened in the sunlight that had chased off the early-morning fog. She held her back erect, and anger oozed from every pore in her body. That was his doing. He should never have attacked her like that. After all she’d just had the scare of a lifetime, and he hadn’t helped any with his harsh words.
He’d spoken before he had time to think. But he’d been so scared when he saw Mitchell grab her arm and go over the side of the bridge. At first he couldn’t move, and then instinct kicked in. He had his arm around her and was pulling her backward before he realized what was happening.
He raised a shaking hand and brushed it across his eyes. Regret that he hadn’t been able to save Timothy Mitchell hit him like a kick in the stomach, and he knew it would be a long time before he could forget the look on the man’s face when he’d truly realized at that last moment he was about to die. But he had to keep reminding himself Grace had lived. If he’d been a second later, she would be at the bottom of the Mississippi River with Mr. Mitchell right now. He almost groaned aloud at the thought. As usual, their meeting today had ended like many others in the past, but this one was his fault.
His eyes followed Grace, who had stopped to talk with Captain Wilson, and he wished he could take back the harsh words he’d spoken earlier. He couldn’t, though, just like he couldn’t undo the past.
He’d had many tense moments since he’d joined the force, but today had to be the worst he’d ever experienced. At the moment he’d thought she was going over the bridge, he didn’t think of her as the woman who had broken his heart. He remembered her as the little girl who had shared his childhood with him. He had to make her understand how scared he’d been.
Alex turned to the officers who’d gathered at the railing and now watched the rolling water. “Do you need me for anything else?”
One of the officers who had tried to reach Mitchell shook his head. “There’s not much more to do here. Thanks for the help.”
Grace turned away from Captain Wilson and headed toward her van. Alex took a deep breath and jogged to catch up with her. She’d opened the door and was about to climb into the van when he called out to her. “Grace, wait. I want to talk with you.”
She closed the van’s door and glared at him as he approached. Her eyes flashed with anger when he stopped in front of her. “Do you want to berate me further for my bad judgment?”
Alex swallowed. “No. I wanted to make sure you’re all right and apologize for the way I spoke to you on the bridge. You’d just seen a man die, and you were almost killed yourself. After all you became a victim, too, when Mitchell tried to kill you. I shouldn’t have spoken to you the way I did. I’m sorry.”
She frowned and shook her head. “So after all these years, your only concern for my welfare is because you saw me as a victim on that bridge.”
He gritted his teeth and leaned closer. “You know that’s not true, Grace.”
“You still hate me, don’t you?” She tilted her head to one side. “It’s sad to think that after all these years we find it difficult to be around each other.”
He took a deep breath. “Yeah, but every time we’re together, it ends with angry words like it did on the bridge this morning. I don’t want it to end that way this time.”
She looked at him for a moment before she spoke. “Neither do I. I’m always sad afterward when that happens.”
He sighed. “Me, too, but it doesn’t change anything. There’s too much history between us, Grace.”
She opened her mouth to speak but didn’t say anything. After a moment her shoulders sagged, and she nodded. “There is, and there’s no way to undo the past. All we can do is try to make the best of it. I’d like for us to at least be civil when we run into each other, though.”
“I hope we can in time,” he said.
“Maybe we’ll have time to make it happen while we’re trying to find out the truth about Landon’s death.”
For a moment he thought he’d misunderstood her, but the determined look in her eye told him she knew exactly what she had said. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, but I am.” She glanced around as if checking to see if anyone could overhear them before she lowered her voice. “What if his father was right and he was murdered?”
Alex shook his head. “Just because Mr. Mitchell says so doesn’t make it true. The police did a thorough investigation, and they believed it was suicide.”
“But still…”
“Suicide, Grace. That’s all there is to it.”
She arched an eyebrow. “So are you saying you won’t help me find out the truth? We both promised him we would find out about Landon’s death.”
Alex stepped closer and frowned. “That was before the man tried to kill you. I think that canceled all promises.”
“No, it doesn’t. What if he was right and Landon was murdered? Did you ever hear anybody talk about a secret society at school?”
Alex thought for a moment before he responded. “I suppose I did. There was always talk about some mysterious group who lurked in the shadows. But I thought it was just gossip.”
“What if it wasn’t? What if there was a secret group and they killed Landon?”
Alex glanced at his watch. “I don’t have time for this, Grace. I have real unsolved crimes I’m working on. Landon’s death was a suicide. I have better things to do than go chasing after some silly rumor that circulated in our high school twelve years ago.”
He started to turn away, but she grabbed his arm. “No, I’m not going to let you ignore this. We made a promise to a man right before he died. We may find it hard to be around each other, but that doesn’t release us from doing what is right. We have to find out the truth, Alex.”
He stared at her a moment before he pulled loose from her grip. “Although Landon’s body was recovered, the medical examiner couldn’t establish for certain the cause of death. So the case was never officially closed. Since it’s a cold case, I’ll look into it again. If I find out anything, I’ll let you know.”
She shook her head. “If it’s a cold case, you have a responsibility to investigate it. And I have an obligation to my station. I’m not about to let this story go.”
Understanding dawned, and he chuckled. “Oh, I get it. All your talk about doing what’s right was just a ploy to get me to help you with a big story. What do you want, Grace? Are you tired of being back in Memphis and you need something that can get you back to the major networks?”
Her face flushed, and she shook her head. “No,
Alex. I want the truth, and I’m not going to give up until I find it. I worked as an investigative reporter before I went to the anchor desk, and I can do it again. It would help to have the police involved with this, too. But if you don’t help me, I’ll just have to do it on my own.”
“You’re still as headstrong as ever.” He studied her for a moment. “I don’t believe you want the truth, but it so happens I do. You’re right about one thing. It is my job to work a cold case, so I’ll help you investigate Landon’s death.”
She swallowed. “How can you work with me on an investigation if you hate me so much?”
His shoulders sagged, and he shook his head. “I don’t hate you, Grace. I don’t trust you.”
Tears sparkled in her eyes, but he didn’t blink. He’d seen enough of her tears through the years to know it was her way of getting what she wanted. He cleared his throat and glanced down at her arm. “I need to get back to work, and you need to go to a hospital and get that arm checked.”
She nodded. “Derek is going to take me by the hospital before we go back to the station.” She started to climb in the van but turned back to face Alex. “You’re right about a lot of things about me, Alex. I made some mistakes in the past, but you did, too. And you’re wrong about my reasons for wanting to find out the truth about Landon’s death. I hope you can come to see that.”
He didn’t know how to answer her, so he shook his head and stepped back from the van. He watched it drive away before he walked to where he’d parked his car.
When he’d gotten out of bed this morning, he’d expected a routine day at work. So far there had been nothing routine about it. He’d seen a man fall to his death, and he’d prevented Grace from following him into the Mississippi River. Now he was about to take another look at a cold case that hadn’t produced a lead in twelve years.
The most troubling thing, however, was the fact Grace wanted to be involved. He didn’t know if he’d be able to cope with that or not. Being around her stirred up too many painful memories. She’d broken his heart, and it had taken him years to get to the place where he was now. All he could do was protect himself so it didn’t happen again. He didn’t intend to ever let anyone hurt him again the way she had.
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