All the Shiny Things: A Kate Reid Novel (Kate Reid Series Book 1)

by Mahle, Robin

  He turned to his wife, his eyes growing red. She motioned for him to open it and so he lifted the box’s cover. Suddenly and without warning, years of anguish and grief rose to the surface, shaking the once-stoic man’s body. As he raised the silver chain from the soft white cotton on which it was cradled, the heart pendant gently swung from its center.

  Mr. Davies’ hand quickly rose to his eyes, wiping them clear of the tears that had spilled over. Mrs. Davies took her husband’s hand from his face, her own tears falling down her cheeks and squeezed until her knuckles turned white.

  “She’s home, honey. She’s home.”

  Katie had to turn away, hardly able to control her own emotions, but when she glanced at Nick, his composure remained unaffected. Not hardened, but not moved. He wasn’t married and had no children, but that wasn’t the reason for his lack of emotion. Katie knew it must have been due to the years of facing parents or wives or husbands in this very same manner. Telling them they would never see their loved ones again, or in this case, handing over all that remained of them. This would be how she would learn to react over time, if she chose that life.

  “Thank you, Ms. Reid, for returning this to us. I can’t tell you how much it means,” Mrs. Davies said.

  “That necklace saved my life—your daughter saved my life.”

  “We’d better be going and leave you two alone.” Nick pushed off the sofa and offered his hand to Katie to help her up. “The local police will be working with you from here on out, but if you need anything, please give me a call.” He handed Mrs. Davies his card.

  “When will we be able to put her to rest, Agent Scarborough?” Mr. Davies asked.

  “Soon, I’m sure. I’ll inform the local department that we’ve spoken and let them know to be in touch with you as soon as possible regarding the return of your daughter’s remains. Thank you both and I hope we’ve been able to help bring closure for you.”

  Mr. Davies shook Nick’s hand, then turned to Katie. “May I give you a hug, Ms. Reid?”

  Katie smiled and opened her arms.

  “I know your heart is heavy,” he whispered. “But you need to live a good and happy life, Ms. Reid. It’s the only way we win.”

  » » »

  Katie sat in the car, her hands clasped in her lap. It was silent, save for the wind washing over the car as it rolled down the highway, disrupting the otherwise still surroundings.

  “Are you okay?” Nick asked.

  “Yeah.” She turned to him, unveiling a thin smile. “Nick, can I ask how you came to work for the FBI?”

  A brief, knowing chuckle escaped him. “Nothing traumatic happened to me. I had a good childhood and my parents are still married.” He glanced at her. “Not all of us are here because of a need for answers. Sometimes you just grow up wanting to put away the bad guys. That was me. I was raised in Lincoln, Nebraska, was a Cornhusker—that’s what those of us who went to University of Nebraska are called.”

  “Yeah, I figured.” Katie was a little offended he assumed she knew nothing of college football. It may have been close to nothing, but that was beside the point.

  “Then I decided to become a federal agent. I’m good at what I do, Katie. That’s how I know you’d make a good agent.”

  “Do I have time to think about it?” she asked.

  “Of course. Hell, you could come to me in a year’s time and I wouldn’t have changed my mind about you. It’d be a waste of a year, but if that’s what it takes. Look, maybe you’re right. I’m sure taking some time away from this would be a good thing. But honestly, I don’t think that’s who you are. I think this is the stuff that makes you tick.”

  The hospital soon revealed itself against the horizon. “What’s the next step?” she asked.

  “With this case? We’ll continue identifying the remains, secure the site, remove any other evidence, and release it to the locals to condemn. We’ll contact the victim’s families, just like we did today and eventually, this case will finally be closed.”

  “Will they need me for anything else or am I free to go back to San Diego?”

  “I think you’ve done your part, but there may be a need to stay in contact. I’ll still be the agent in charge, so if I need you, I know where to find you. Does this mean you’re going home soon?”

  “I don’t know yet. Marshall mentioned you need him for another few days. I may stay until we both can go home together.”

  » » »

  Marshall’s hospital room door was closed, so she gently knocked, not wanting to wake him if he was asleep. “Marshall, it’s me. Can I come in?”

  “Yeah. Come on in.”

  She opened the door and saw Marshall sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling his gown back up as the nurse held his chart, writing something down on it.

  “Looks like you’ll be able to get out of here tomorrow, Mr. Avery,” the nurse said.

  “No sweeter words have ever hit these ears!” Marshall replied.

  His charm knew no bounds and Katie couldn’t help but smile. “Finally, I’ll be able to get a good night’s rest! No more sleeping on this couch.” She walked to Marshall, reached for the ties at the back, and tied the gown for him. Her hands brushed his shoulders and slid down his arms. She missed touching him, lying next to him, feeling his warm breath against her cheek. More than ever, she wanted to go home and just be with him.

  They’d grown close because of all of this. She wondered how to build a relationship out of it. But when she looked into his eyes, she already knew the answer.

  “So how did it go this morning with Scarborough and the family?” Marshall asked.

  “It was hard, but I think we did a good thing for those parents.”

  “I think it was a good thing for you too, Kate. I wasn’t convinced, but you seem the better for having done it.”

  The nurse put his chart back at the end of the bed and left the room. They were alone.

  “You sure you’re all right? Looks like you want to say something,” Marshall said.

  “No. I’m just anxious to get out of here.

  31

  Their final night in Rio Dell. It had been a long two weeks, but they were both ready to go home. Katie stepped out onto the front porch of her childhood home for what would be the last time, at least for the next few months. “Goodbye, Mom. Thanks again for dinner.”

  “You’ll be back here for Christmas. You promise?”

  “I promise. Bye, Dad.” She waved a final time and stepped into the driver’s seat of Marshall’s rental car. He hadn’t yet been released to drive, so it was up to her. It was a small thing, but Katie felt that she was regaining control with the responsibility of the simple task of driving. It seemed that with each passing day since Hendrickson’s death, she’d begun feeling more and more in charge of her life again.

  Katie pressed the button on the door to lower her window. It was late and the air was cold and damp. The smell of the trees mixed with the soil. It brought about visions of the tall redwoods that were nearby. Her hands firmly on the wheel, she breathed in. “What happens when it’s over, Marshall? Why do I feel so empty?”

  “Because your entire life has been affected by what happened to you and now it’s done—over. I can only tell you from my experience. The only thing that can make that feeling go away is to move on to the next case.”

  Katie examined every feature of Marshall’s face with intense scrutiny. The lines that made him appear older than he was had grown a little deeper. His eyes seemed just a little wearier. But the difference now was that in those penetrating green eyes, she saw a reflection of herself. Not as she viewed herself, but as he viewed her; strong, controlled, determined.

  The tires rolled over the crushed rock with ease as it pulled around the circular drive and onto the paved road. The headlights illuminated only small sections of the road in front of them, leaving what lay ahead unknown, except to those who had traveled the road enough times to remember its twists and turns, which were still shrouded
in darkness.

  “Aren’t you cold with that window down?” Marshall asked.

  “No.” The goose bumps pressed hard against the sleeves of her light sweater. “It feels clean, you know?”

  » » »

  The Victoria was empty. No FBI, no police. It was a far different scene from just a couple of weeks ago; another sign that it was over and another reason for the emptiness in Katie’s chest to grow larger.

  “Wow, this place really cleared out.”

  “Scarborough said he’s only got a couple of guys left to wrap things up, apart from the forensics team.” Marshall retrieved his card key and slid it into the slot, waiting for the click.

  The minutia was burning into Katie’s mind. It was as if this was a moment she was supposed to remember forever.

  Once inside, Marshall moved to the bed and sat gingerly upon its edge, his wounds not yet healed. “You’ve been different today; distant. I don’t blame you after what you’ve been through, but something happened. Something that is pulling you away from me; I can feel it and it scares me.”

  He knew; of course, he knew. That was why he was so quiet on the drive back. Why would Scarborough tell him? “You know?” Katie sat next to him on the bed.

  “I know something’s not right.”

  She realized from his response that Scarborough hadn’t said anything. Marshall was good at reading people; something she recalled discussing with him when they first met. “Agent Scarborough asked me to train with him—well, his department—at Quantico. Says he thinks I’d make a great agent someday and he talked to his supervisor about it.”

  “And what did you tell him?”

  “Nothing yet.”

  “What do you want to tell him?”

  “I don’t know, Marshall. I’ve been trying to figure out what I’m supposed to do now that it’s all over. Do I just go back to San Diego, keep working for the department, eventually become a cop? I don’t know. And then, what about us? We haven’t talked about it at all, really. Not that there hasn’t been enough going on around us lately, but I can’t tell what it is you want from me, or from us.”

  “I guess I’ve been trying to figure that out myself. But, I know that you and I can have a normal life. Live together, maybe; leave the door open to the future. And as far as work goes, I think you could have a hell of a career with the department in whatever role you choose.”

  “Do you think Scarborough’s right? Do you think I could do well as an agent?”

  “Of course I do, Kate.”

  “What if you came with me? He’s worked closely enough with you to see how valuable you are.”

  “He thinks I’m a good detective and he’s said as much, but, Kate, I’ve got ten years on you. I’m not looking to change careers. I’m happy where I’m at. He is right about you though; your potential. I’ve known that since that day you followed me into the parking lot, asking about cold cases and investigations.” He smiled as if the scene had just replayed in his mind. “That seems like a lifetime ago. I love you, Kate, but you need to decide what’s best for you; not me, or anyone else.”

  Katie knew he wouldn’t stop her if she wanted to go, even if it meant never seeing her again. He just wasn’t that way. But it didn’t have to be like that. It wasn’t like she’d be gone forever, or that they couldn’t travel back and forth to see each other. Why would it have to mean the end?

  She unbuttoned her shirt and slid it down her shoulders, revealing the stitches that remained and would eventually be the scar that was Hendrickson’s final mark on this world.

  Marshall reached out to touch her shoulder. He shook his head as he looked at the line on her face where there had been stitches and the yellowed bruise on her cheek. He kissed her gently, but with great passion.

  » » »

  The plane touched down in San Diego. She always dreaded that part, especially at this airport where the approach was steep.

  As they walked down the corridor and past the other gates, they approached the baggage claim area. They had been on an early flight and so it was just now coming up on 2:00 on this cool October day. Katie was glad to be home again.

  She and Marshall stepped onto the escalator and began to descend. She noticed his expression fall as he looked on ahead of her. Confused, Katie turned to see what had caused this change and as they continued down, she saw for herself.

  Bulbs flashed and a mob of reporters pushed their way through the travelers toward the two of them. As soon as they reached the bottom of the steps, Marshall jumped in front of Katie, shielding her from the looming horde.

  The whole country had been following the story. It broke after Hendrickson was caught, but Katie had been protected up to that point, thanks to the FBI. No one had been allowed access to her and her only contact with the press had been a text message from Marc Aguilar, ensuring she was all right. Turned out, he had kept his word and didn’t leak the story ahead of time.

  Once they got the killer, however, it was open season for the media.

  In the sea of reporters, Aguilar emerged. Everyone shouted questions at her, asking if she was okay, if she felt responsible for her friend’s death, how she felt now. Marshall tried his best to keep her behind him as they pressed on, but then she stopped and looked at Aguilar.

  “Mr. Aguilar, did you have something you’d like to ask me?” she said.

  Marshall swung back at her in surprise.

  “It’s okay; I can do this.”

  He lowered his arm and let her emerge from behind him.

  “Yes, Ms. Reid. First of all, I would like to apologize for our slightly adversarial past.”

  Katie smiled and waited for him to continue.

  “Can you tell me, Ms. Reid, are you sleeping better now that this is over?”

  “Yes, Mr. Aguilar, I sleep just fine now. Thank you for your concern.” She motioned to Marshall, who then continued shielding her as they made their way out of the airport and jumped in a cab.

  “I don’t expect this will go away anytime soon, Kate.”

  “Neither do I, but I can handle it.”

  » » »

  They headed straight to Marshall’s apartment. He called Captain Hearn along the way and told him they’d both be in tomorrow.

  “He wants to see us first thing in the morning,” Marshall said.

  “I’m sure he does. And, it’s probably not to give us any promotions, I bet.”

  “Not likely, after some of the stunts we pulled—or, I pulled. After all, you’re a civilian. At least, for now.”

  It didn’t take much to catch onto his meaning. He was right, though. She was going to have to decide what to do. Scarborough had sent her a couple of emails with information and questioning whether or not she’d made a decision. The fact of the matter was, she hadn’t yet.

  The cab arrived at Marshall’s apartment building downtown. It felt good to be back. She hadn’t realized just how much she missed her home, even if it was Marshall’s home.

  Katie set her things down as Marshall placed their suitcases just inside the doorway. “I’ll be right back,” she said, walking toward the bathroom.

  She switched on the light, stepped inside, and closed the door. She turned on the cold water and dampened a washcloth that had been folded up on the shelf above the toilet. Katie pressed the cold cloth against her face, then remembered how much makeup she had on to cover what remained of her healing bruises. Oh well, what did it matter now? She was home; away from the curious stares of the other passengers and the media who were anxious to pounce on her until they bled her story dry. It was just her and Marshall now. She breathed in moist air through the weave of the cloth and then lowered it from her face.

  She heard Marshall answer his cell phone, but couldn’t quite make out what he was saying through the closed door. But one thing was certain; he was pacing the floor. The sound of his footsteps on the tile traveled down the hall. She quietly turned the handle and pushed the door just slightly ajar.

 
“I’ll tell her. Thank you for the call.”

  The conversation ended and soon she emerged from the bathroom, although she behaved as if she hadn’t known he’d been on a call.

  “I just got off the phone with Agent Scarborough.”

  “Oh? What did he want?”

  “Just making sure we arrived safely and asked if we were planning on going into the station today. I told him we’d be in first thing in the morning.”

  “That was nice of him to check in on us,” Katie said as she moved toward the couch.

  “I imagine he wanted to know if we were going to see the captain,” Marshall said.

  “Why would that matter?”

  “My guess is that either Scarborough or his boss has already been in contact with Captain Hearn.”

  “Probably. Since the case crossed jurisdictions, I’m sure there’s some inter-agency coordination going on.” She was trying to deflect what he was getting at.

  “Somehow, I don’t think that’s what it was about. Senior agents like Scarborough don’t generally deal with those kinds of details. Come on, Kate. You can’t pretend not to know what this is about, can you?”

  Marshall wasn’t angry; he wasn’t being sarcastic. He was concerned and she knew that. In her gut, she supposed she already knew the answer, not just about knowing Scarborough’s inquiry, but to the bigger question; the one that loomed over every word they spoke.

  The refrigerator had no food in it, but still had a couple of bottles of water. Katie grabbed them from the fridge. “Do you want one?”

  “Sure.”

  She was stalling now and that wasn’t fair to him. “Here you go.” She handed him the bottle and stood just inches in front of him. This man would do anything to keep her safe, but she no longer needed his protection. So what would remain of this relationship that had been built from her desire for vengeance?