Clay worried his lip and looked at Grace. “I’m really sorry about Sam. He was a good friend. It looks like I’m the only one of our group of friends left.”
Grace nodded. “If you know anything that can help Alex find out who killed Sam, you need to tell him.”
He shook his head. “I don’t know anything about Sam’s murder or what happened to the others.” He glanced down at his glass again and sighed. “All this talk has made me thirsty. I sure could use another drink before dinner. I don’t care what Marjorie and Antonio say.” He rose and laid his napkin on the table. “I’m going to speak with the bartender. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Grace’s gaze followed him as he strode across the dining room. When he disappeared into the bar area, she looked at Alex and frowned. “He seemed genuinely sorry about Sam’s death. Do you think he could be the murderer?”
Alex shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe he’ll say something else while we’re eating that will shed some light on this case. I just hope the bartender doesn’t give him another drink. His blood alcohol is probably already too high to drive.”
Grace nodded and glanced around the room. Several tables had filled while they’d been talking with Clay. Her wandering gaze locked on a young couple a few tables away from them. A large Christmas shopping bag sat in the empty chair next to the woman, and she smiled as she pulled out a doll and passed it to the man. His eyes lit up, and he nodded and smiled as he examined the toy. Her heart lurched. They must be a married couple, and the woman had just purchased the doll for their daughter’s Christmas present. How happy they looked.
She shifted her gaze to Alex and struggled to keep tears from filling her eyes. If things had worked out for them, she and Alex might very well be discussing Christmas presents for their children. Instead, all that drew them together this Christmas were some unsolved murders and attempts on her life.
“Excuse me.” A voice interrupted her thoughts, and she glanced up to see Marjorie standing by their table. “Mr. Mercer asked me to give you a message.”
Alex’s gaze darted past her to the entrance to the bar. “Is there a problem?”
She nodded. “I’m afraid so. He asked me to tell you he received an urgent phone call and had to leave. Your dinner is paid for, and it will be here in a few minutes. He said for you to enjoy your time here and he’ll phone you when he gets back from Germany.”
Alex let out a long breath. “Thank you for telling us.”
Grace waited for Marjorie to leave before she spoke. “Can you believe that?”
“I should have suspected he was up to something and gone with him.” The look on his face reminded Grace of how Alex used to look when she beat him at one of the board games they loved. Amusement bubbled up in her. She pressed her hand against her mouth, but it was no use. A loud burst of laughter escaped her lips. He frowned. “What’s the matter?”
She struggled to quiet down. “I was just thinking we are pathetic. Here you are a police detective who deals with criminals all the time and I’m a journalist who interviews people from all walks of life. We’re trained to tell when people are lying, and neither one of us tried to stop Clay from walking out of here.”
He regarded her with a serious look for a moment, then his lips pulled into a grin. A sheepish expression covered his face. “You’re right. We let him outsmart us. We’ll have to be more careful in the future.”
Her laughter died, and she crossed her arms on top of the table. “Do you think we’ll get the chance to question him again?”
Alex nodded. “Oh, yeah. And the next time he won’t get away so easily.”
Two waiters appeared at their table just as he finished speaking. The smells from the covered plates they carried made Grace’s stomach growl, and she pressed her hand to her abdomen. “Mmm, that smells good.”
The waiters set the plates in front of them and removed their covers. “Is everything satisfactory?” one of them asked.
“Mine looks scrumptious,” Grace said.
“And my steak is perfect,” Alex added.
When the two men had left, Grace picked up her fork and knife and cut off a bite of chicken. Before she could raise it to her mouth, Alex spoke. “Grace?”
She halted, her fork in midair, and looked up at him. His gaze drifted over her face, and her skin tingled. “Yes?”
“I’ve enjoyed being with you these past few days.”
She swallowed and nodded. “I’ve enjoyed it, too.”
“I’m kind of glad Clay ran out on us. He’s not here, and we’re not at the table with your parents. Tonight we can just enjoy being together.”
Before she could respond, he looked back at his plate and began to cut into his steak. She smiled and dropped her gaze back to her plate. Over the past few days she and Alex had become more comfortable around each other, and she was glad. Their friendship had been the best part of her childhood, and she hoped they could eventually reach the place where they could lay the bad memories of their adulthood to rest.
With a sigh she raised her fork to her lips and closed them around the bite of chicken.
*
Alex relaxed behind the wheel of the car and hummed along with the music of his favorite Memphis radio station as he cruised along Interstate 40. He glanced over at Grace sleeping soundly in the passenger seat and smiled.
It seemed so right to have her in the car with him. He’d been lonely since their breakup, and a day didn’t go by without some memory of her popping into his head. Some days it might have been an angry thought, but most of the time it was about the good times they’d spent together, especially during their childhood.
She groaned in her sleep, and he jerked his head to glance at her. A look as if she were in pain flashed across her face, and she moaned again. “No, no.”
He reached over and gave her a gentle shake. “Grace, are you all right?”
Her eyes blinked open. She looked at him with a wild-eyed stare and sat up straight in her seat. “Alex…”
“I’m here, Grace.”
She turned her head from side to side as if to get her bearings and rubbed her hands over her eyes. She exhaled a deep breath. “Where are we?”
“Just outside of Memphis. You called out in your sleep.”
She yawned and settled back in her seat. “I must have been dreaming. I don’t know what it was, though.”
“We should be at your house before too long. You can go right to bed.”
She shook her head. “No, I’ll have to wait up for my parents. They went to see the church’s Christmas program tonight. In fact, they took our maid and cook with them, as well. There shouldn’t be anybody at home when I get there.”
“Then maybe I’d better stay until they get home.”
She glanced at the clock on the car dashboard. “If you don’t mind, I’d appreciate your doing that. I didn’t think I’d ever be afraid to stay alone. I suppose those two attempts to kill me have changed my mind, but my parents should be home soon. I’m sorry to be such a nuisance.”
He nodded and kept his attention directed to the traffic, which had increased since they got closer to the city. “You aren’t a nuisance. You’ve been a lot braver than most people would have been in your situation. I’m glad to see that you’re finally beginning to be cautious instead of charging in without thinking.”
“Oh, is that what you think I do? Charge in without thinking?”
He chuckled. “I’d say that’s right. Do you remember the time when we were about twelve years old and you decided you wanted a soft drink and there weren’t any in the refrigerator in the kitchen?”
She laughed. “So I decided to borrow my mother’s car and drive down to the convenience store and get some for you and me to drink.”
“Yeah. I tried to talk you out of it, but you wouldn’t listen.”
“And you were afraid for me go alone,” Grace continued, “so you jumped in the car with me so you could help me if anything happened.”
; By this time they were both laughing. Alex glanced at her. “And we didn’t make it down the driveway before you hit a tree.”
Grace lay back in the seat and shook her head. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen my father so angry. I was grounded for weeks.”
“As well you deserved to be.” They rode in silence for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts, before Alex spoke again. “We have some great memories, Grace.”
“Yes, we do,” she whispered and turned to gaze out the window.
Thirty minutes later he pulled the car to a stop at the gate to Grace’s house and typed in the code. The big iron gates opened, and he drove through the entrance to the walled Kincaid estate. He watched in the rearview mirror as the gates closed automatically behind him.
Beside him, Grace leaned forward in her seat and looked through the windshield. “That’s strange.”
“What is?”
She pointed toward the house. “Look. Every light in the house is on.”
He stared straight ahead and frowned at the bright beams shining through every window. The house practically glowed it was so lit up. “Is that unusual?”
She nodded. “My parents are always after me to turn out a light when I leave a room to conserve energy. There’s no way they would have left home with every bulb in the house burning.”
“Are you sure? Maybe they wanted the outside Christmas decorations to show up.”
She shook her head. “I know my parents. They would never have left all those lights on.”
Alex pulled the car to a stop at the front of the house and got out. Grace jumped out and fumbled in her purse for her key as she ran toward the front steps. He raced around the front of the vehicle and caught her arm just as she started up the steps. “Wait, Grace. Let me go first.”
She turned back to him, her eyes wide. “Why? Do you think something’s wrong?”
He stepped in front of her and pulled his gun from the holster. “I don’t know, but I need to check this out before we go bursting in there.”
She gasped, and her hand covered her mouth. “Do you think someone could be in there?”
“Could be. Go ahead and unlock the door for me, but wait on the porch. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
She nodded and started to stick the key in the door but turned back to him. “The door’s open. It looks like somebody jimmied it.”
He pulled her away from the door, reached for his cell phone and dialed 911. When the operator answered, he identified himself. “I need backup for a B and E at 3947 Tulip Grove Road. I’m entering the house now.” He glanced over his shoulder at Grace. “Drive my car back to the gate and open it for the police. Don’t come inside the house until we’ve cleared it.”
She nodded and backed away. He waited until she drove down the driveway before he entered the house. Holding the gun in front of him, he eased inside and swept it back and forth as he surveyed the scene before him. The home looked as if a whirlwind had ripped through it. Sofas and chairs, their pillows cut open and the stuffing pulled out, lay overturned amid upended tables and shattered lamps. Picture frames with their glass broken out hung at crooked angles on the wall.
In the den the Christmas tree lay on its side, its broken ornaments scattered across the floor. The Christmas presents had been opened, and the items that had been inside littered the floor.
The sound of a police siren split the air, and he pulled out his badge. He’d just arrived at the front door when the first patrol car pulled to a stop. He held his badge up as the officers jumped out of the cruiser. “I’m Detective Alex Crowne. I’ve cleared the front rooms downstairs, but I haven’t been upstairs or checked the back of the house.”
Two more cars with Grace trailing behind rolled to a stop, and officers rushed to the porch. The officer in charge nodded to Alex. “Thanks. We’ll take it from here.”
Alex moved out of the way and met Grace at the bottom of the steps. “Was there anyone inside?”
“I didn’t see anyone, but the officers are checking.” He took a deep breath. “Grace, it looks bad in there. It looks like somebody took their time and moved from room to room trashing everything in their path.”
Her eyes filled with tears, and she started toward the porch. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back. “You can’t go in there yet. The police are still working, and you need to be prepared when you see it.”
She turned back to him, and his heart thudded at the fear in her eyes. “It’s the killer, isn’t it? I’ve survived his attempts to kill me, so he wants to hurt me in another way by destroying my home. Why does he hate me so?”
“I don’t know.” A wail escaped her throat, and she covered her eyes with her hands as the tears rolled down her cheeks. Her shoulders shook, and before he realized what he was doing, he had wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. She laid her head against his chest, and he tightened his arms. “Don’t cry. It’s going to be all right.”
She pulled back and stared up into his eyes. “It’s not going to be all right. I should have listened to you. You warned me about getting involved in Landon’s death, and now I’ve brought more misery on my parents. They have enough to face with my father’s condition. In the past week they’ve had to worry about me almost being killed twice, and now they’re going to come back to a vandalized home. They don’t deserve this.”
She sagged against him, and her head dropped to his chest. He didn’t know what to say that would comfort her. This latest development probably was related to the Mitchell case, but it also told him something else. Mr. Mitchell had been right about his son being murdered, and he and Grace must have gotten close to some answers. But if Landon’s killer had come into the Kincaids’ house, he had to know they wouldn’t be home and he had to know how to access the property some way other than through the main gate.
Perhaps the killer knew more about the Kincaids than Alex had thought. He could have been watching them all along. He tightened his arms around Grace and looked out into the dark night. “Don’t worry, Grace,” he whispered. “I promise you we’ll get this guy.”
TEN
An hour after coming home to the chaos inside the house, Grace stood on the front porch, two suitcases at her feet, and scanned the driveway leading from the now-open gate. Police cars, some with their blue lights still flashing, were parked up and down the driveway. From time to time she could hear voices inside the house and wondered if the officers had found any clues as to who had invaded their home.
The front door opened, and Alex stepped onto the porch. “I thought I’d check and see if your parents had gotten here yet.”
She shook her head. “Mom called when they left the church to see if I’d gotten home, and I told her what had happened. They’re on their way now.”
He glanced down at the suitcases. “Were you able to find enough clothes for all of you to take with you?”
“Yes. There had been some left in the closets of the bedrooms, and I collected enough for overnight. I called the Peabody and reserved us a suite with two bedrooms, and I called the drugstore.” Anger flowed through her, and she clenched her hands at her sides. “Why did he have to pour all my father’s medications in the toilet and then not flush it? It was almost like a taunt to see his medicine in the water and know it was useless to help with pain if needed.”
“I know. I’ve seen burglars and vandals do a lot of crazy things. It’s hard to know the mindset of someone like that. What did the pharmacist say when you talked with him?”
Grace let out a long breath. “I explained the situation, and he said we could get enough medicine to get us through the night. We’ll contact the doctor in the morning for new prescriptions.”
“Good.” Alex stared toward the gate as a vehicle turned into the driveway. “Is that your folks’ van?”
“No, that’s the WKIZ van.”
He turned to her and frowned. “What’s it doing here?”
“I called Derek, the cameraman that came to t
he bridge with me, and asked him to come over and bring a reporter.”
“Why?”
Grace steeled herself for Alex’s anger when she told him what she had planned. “I’m going to do a live feed on the ten o’clock news.”
“You’re what?” The words exploded out of Alex’s mouth.
“I talked with the producer, and he okayed it. I’m going to let the person who did this know he can’t scare me. We may not be able to prove it yet, but I know whoever did this killed Landon and a lot of other people.”
Alex raked his hand through his hair. “Grace, I don’t think—”
She reached out and grasped his arm. “Alex, this guy has killed people we went to school with, he’s attempted to kill me and now he’s violated the security of my home. Reporting is my job, and I have to cover this story.”
After a moment he nodded, then directed his gaze back down the driveway where a second vehicle had just entered. “Tell that to your folks. Here they come.” He picked up the suitcases and waited for her parents’ van to come to a stop.
Grace walked down the steps with Alex behind her, motioned for Derek to park beside the house, and waited for her mother to stop next to her. She then opened the sliding door on the side and peered in at her father strapped in his wheelchair.
She reached in and grasped his outstretched hand. “The police haven’t finished inside yet, so there’s no need for you to come in. Go on to the Peabody, but don’t forget the medicine at the drugstore. The pharmacist said he’d have it at the drive-through. I’ll meet you at the hotel when I can leave here.”
Her father shook his head. “I don’t want you driving downtown alone.”
Alex shoved the two bags into the van and glanced at Grace. “Don’t worry, sir. I’ll drive Grace down there and see that she’s settled.”
Grace frowned. “Alex, that’s not—”
He held up his hand to stop her. “I insist. No discussion needed.”
Her parents exchanged quick glances, and a smile pulled at her father’s lips. “Thanks, Alex. It seems like I’m thanking you a lot lately for taking care of my daughter.” His gaze drifted to the house. “For years I worked day and night to buy the things I thought would make my family happy. Now I realize those were just possessions. There’s nothing in that house that can even start to compare with the safety of my wife and daughter. I wish I had learned that lesson sooner.”
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