I walked down the deck steps and stood between them. “If both of you care as much about Finn as you say you do, you shouldn’t argue in front of him.”
Hilary glanced in Finn’s direction. He may have been pretending to keep his distance, but I could tell he was paying close attention to this confrontation.
Tom hung his head and mumbled, “You’re right.”
“I’m sorry,” Hilary said. “I came hoping my son would talk to me.”
“He won’t,” Tom whispered harshly. “So leave and quit bugging Jillian. Now and in the future.”
I never saw this side of him before, I thought. He was so bitter. I wondered if he still had feelings for Hilary since lingering animosity can signal a relationship is far short of closure.
“You know what?” I said. “You two seem to have plenty of unfinished business. Why don’t you talk, settle a few things, if only for Finn’s sake. I’ll be inside making coffee.”
Before either of them could respond, I left them together. But as I made the coffee, I glanced out the window at them pointing fingers and seemingly talking at the same time. I didn’t see any progress in the peace department. But at least they were speaking. I also noticed Finn edging ever closer to them. He wanted to know what was going on and I couldn’t blame him.
I went back outside, if only to offer Finn support by my presence. But I was thinking, How can such a beautiful morning seem so stifling?
Just as I closed the door behind me so my curious feline friends wouldn’t join us, more visitors arrived.
Candace and Morris.
By the serious look on Candace’s face, I could tell this wasn’t a friendly drop-in.
“Hey there,” she said, her gloomy tone further indicating something was wrong.
“What do you two want?” Tom said. He was on the defensive.
“We need to talk to Finn,” Candace said.
“He won’t come near the house as long as she’s here.” Tom nodded at Hilary.
“Guess I’ll have to go get him.” Morris took a step in Finn’s direction.
Tom grabbed his arm. “Wait. Can I go with you?” He’d dropped the attitude and I saw alarm in his expression.
“Sure enough,” Morris said. “You know the kid and I don’t.”
As they walked toward Finn, Hilary spoke. “What’s this about, Officer?”
“We need to ask your son a few questions,” Candace said.
“You already asked him questions yesterday,” Hilary said.
“This will be a more, um… formal interview.” Candace averted her gaze, attending to what was happening between Morris, Tom and Finn.
I heard Tom say, “He’s not a murderer,” before Finn handed Yoshi over to him.
All three walked toward us, the little dog squirming in Tom’s grasp.
The whole scene made me sick to my stomach. I managed to find my voice and say, “What’s this about, Candace?”
She looked at me, a sadness in her eyes that scared me more than her earlier tone of voice.
“It’s about evidence, Jillian,” she said. “About blood and fingerprints.”
Sixteen
At least when Candace and Morris took Finn away in their squad car, they didn’t put him in handcuffs. But from what I’d learned in the past from Candace, the words formal interview were a euphemism for “we’re about ready to arrest you.”
Could Candace still believe in Finn’s innocence in light of whatever evidence she now had? From the look on her face, I doubted it.
Tom knew this, too, and he told Candace and Morris he’d be right behind them. He handed me a whining, trembling Yoshi and disappeared around the house in the direction of the driveway.
Hilary had watched in silence as her son was led away by police officers. Once Tom was gone, she said, “They think Finn killed Nolan? He would never do any such thing. He’s been sullen and angry, yes, but—”
“He needs your support right now,” I said. Yoshi wiggled in my arms and I swear if I let go, he’d chase the police car all the way to downtown Mercy.
“Should I follow them?” she said.
“That’s up to you.” The fact she was asking me told me more about her parenting than anything I’d learned about her up until this moment. “I need to put Yoshi inside.”
Hilary looked dazed. “Poor Yoshi.” She reached her hand out to him, but he buried his head in my chest.
Without another word, Hilary Roth left.
Yoshi and I went inside, and after I set the dog down, I reset the security alarm, the thought of the volatile Rory Gannon ever present.
How could I help Finn and Tom? Should I stay here or join the crowd at the police station? Since Tom still didn’t have a cell phone, I couldn’t even call and ask him what he wanted me to do. I had to help, but how?
I decided to call Kara and ask her opinion. I needed a level-headed person like her to guide the newly frazzled me.
She answered on the first ring and said, “What’s happening? I heard they’re taking Finn down to the station to question him again.”
I should have known Kara had her finger on Mercy’s pulse. “They just left here. Candace talked about blood and fingerprint evidence, so I’m assuming they’ve got something important.”
“It’s called hard evidence, Jillian,” she said, “and something I doubt is good news for Finn.”
“I feel so helpless.” I explained how Finn, Tom and Hilary had been here when Candace and Morris arrived.
“I take it Tom went with Finn to the police station. What about the mother? Where’s she?”
“I’m guessing she followed, too. Do you think Finn’s fingerprints were on the gun?”
“Probably,” she said. “If the blood on his clothes belonged to Nolan Roth, well, I’m not sure why they didn’t read Finn his rights and arrest him.”
“True. Can you find out what they’ve got?” I said.
“I can try. No promises. Will you do me a favor, too?” she asked. “The contractor wants my approval on the brickwork on my new house. I’d like your opinion.”
“It won’t take long, will it? I’m not sure if I should join Tom at the police station or—”
“What can you do there? Nothing, really. Why not wait until you have more information? Besides, you need a distraction, Jillian. Yesterday I could see how this situation is stressing you out. You may believe you keep everything inside, but I’ve learned to read you pretty well.”
She told me she’d make a few calls and then pick me up. In the meantime, I made a call myself. Though I’d committed to a booth at the last craft fair of the season, I knew I couldn’t leave town now. I’d agonize my way to Greenville and back. The woman who managed the event was more than kind and I told her I’d overnight the raffle quilt they’d been advertising, the one I’d hand quilted. The proceeds would go to a children’s charity.
I’d just finished packing up the quilt—a plaid pinwheel design with a flying-geese border—when Kara knocked on the dead-bolted back door. No walking right into the house like she usually did, not with Rory Gannon lurking around town.
We drove to One Stop Ship, a mom-and-pop shipping business in the center of Mercy. The store bore Mercy’s requisite green awning and the gray-haired Phoebe Langstrom stood behind the counter wearing a green polo shirt.
She said, “Why, if it isn’t two of my favorite ladies in all of Mercy. Sending quilts to some lucky folks today, Jillian?”
“One quilt, anyway. It needs to go overnight.” I placed the box on the scale. While I filled out the form and Phoebe calculated the charges, we chatted about her grandchildren, her husband who was home with the gout and the new desserts Belle recently added at Belle’s Beans. This was normal Mercy chat and for a few moments, I almost relaxed.
Kara had taken a call while I’d been talking to Phoebe and when she hung up, she said, “No prints on the gun.”
“How very interesting,” Phoebe said. “The only gun you could possibly be talking about is the one that kill
ed the man in Tom Stewart’s car.”
Oh, Mercy was talking. Why should I be surprised? There were no secrets for long in this town.
Kara smiled. “What else have you heard, Phoebe?”
She smoothed the mailing sticker on my box and then put the box on the shelf behind her. “We do have a multitude of strangers in town thanks to the murder and people are talking. Saw Tom Stewart’s ex-wife over at Belle’s. Pretty thing. Never knew he had an ex. Did you?” She was addressing me.
“Not until recently,” I said.
“Hear tell her current husband was the victim,” she said. “Well, I suppose current no longer applies. Poor man was shot in the head. I’m wondering if he was killed before or after Tom’s car crashed. A bullet in your brain makes driving a bit difficult now, doesn’t it?”
“It certainly does, Phoebe,” Kara said. “So you heard the man who died was driving the car?”
“He was found in the driver’s seat,” Phoebe said. “Strange thing, that. Angie Martin and I were talking and we decided Tom and his ex-wife’s husband must have been on good terms if he let the man borrow his car.”
Nolan Roth and Tom on good terms? I thought. Not exactly.
“You ever consider working for my paper as an investigative reporter?” Kara said.
Phoebe tittered at this suggestion. “You could hire anyone in this town for such a job, don’t ya think?”
“I do believe you’re right,” Kara said.
We left, and as we climbed into Kara’s SUV she said, “Why didn’t I think about confirming where Nolan Roth’s body was found?”
“Because we knew he had Tom’s car,” I said. “I simply assumed the obvious.”
“As a reporter, I shouldn’t assume anything, even if it turns out to be true. Phoebe raised an important question, though. Was Roth shot before or after he crashed into the telephone pole?”
“Why is it important?” I asked.
She turned the key in the ignition. “Maybe it’s not. But I know the police are surely asking the same question as they examine the evidence. I may not be a cop, but sometimes I have to think like one.”
We drove to the west side of town to the property Kara had bought with money my late husband had left her. The last time I’d seen the construction, the house had only just been framed. Now Kara was much closer to owning her own home.
The contractor’s truck sat in the dirt path leading to the brick and stone house. No real driveway yet, but stones had been laid for the front walkway. We walked around the outside with the contractor and Kara examined the bricklayers’ work. I loved the natural warmth of the round stones used for the chimney and how nicely they contrasted with the gray bricks.
Once she signed off on the work, the contractor left. Kara held up a key. “Want to see inside?”
“Of course,” I said.
The front door was a builder’s substitute, not a permanent one, and none too sturdy. Since no appliances or light fixtures were in place yet, I supposed Kara didn’t need too much protection from potential thieves.
We stood in the foyer and my gaze first traveled up the curving staircase to our left. She’d decided on an open floor plan similar to my own. From here, we could see most of the first floor. What grabbed me next was the fireplace. The same round stones outside had been used and the effect was dramatic.
“I love this.” I stepped forward and realized the foyer was open to the second floor. Kara led me around, pointing out built-in bookshelves in the living room and built-in large drawers for china in the dining room. We reached the kitchen and she told me about the appliances she’d already ordered.
“Are you getting excited?” I asked. I looked out the window above where the sink would be. Not many trees, so she’d have to do some serious landscaping.
“I am excited beyond words,” Kara said. “This has been such fun seeing my vision come together. Let me show you the upstairs.”
But we’d only made it back to the living room when the front door flew open and Rory Gannon burst into the foyer.
I gasped and Kara put an arm around me.
“What are you doing here?” Kara said.
My heart thumped against my chest and I thought, How did you know where we were? The answer was simple. He’d followed us. Great.
“What have you done with my son?” he said. He wore a navy blue sweater today, the big leather buttons done up wrong. Underneath, he looked like he wore the same clothes he had on yesterday.
I said, “You followed us, so you know he isn’t with us.” I sounded confident, unwilling to allow this man to intimidate me again.
Gannon’s peculiar smile and the gleam of satisfaction in his eyes told me I was right. He knew Finn wasn’t here. During the other encounters, I’d believed his concern. Now, though, it seemed like he was merely enjoying the thrill of showing up and scaring us. This was one unbalanced man.
“You never saw me, did you?” he said. “That’s how smart you two are.” He looked past us and then up the staircase. “Nice place. Too bad if someone were to come in here and smash through some of your drywall or take apart your pretty banister.”
Kara had her phone in her hand. “I’m calling the police again. This time, they’ll put you in jail.”
“You go right ahead, pretty lady. But I travel like a ghost. They’ll never find me—and you won’t know when I’m right behind you. I proved as much today.” He whirled and left.
Kara started after him, but I grabbed her arm. “Let him go.”
“Why?”
“What would you do if you caught up to him?” I said.
She sighed. “You’re right. My martial arts skills are considerably lacking. I wouldn’t mind giving him a good kick in the butt, though.”
I smiled. “At least we know to watch out for him now. Though for the life of me, I cannot understand why he wants to scare us. Or why he’s shown up in Mercy out of the blue.”
Kara tapped her temple. “Number one, he’s not hooked up right. Number two, he’s a lurker. He could have been watching Finn’s comings and goings back in North Carolina.”
“You think he followed Finn to Mercy?” I said.
“I don’t know, but I get the sense he’s been keeping track of him. Takes a while for someone to work up to an obsession—and I’d say he’s obsessed.”
“Maybe—but showing up here?” I said. “It’s downright creepy. Like I said, he followed us, so he knew Finn wasn’t with us. This appearance was all about intimidation.”
“Do you think he’ll come back and vandalize the place like he implied?” she said.
“Since he’s said those things to our faces, he must know he’d be the prime suspect. I think he was just messing with our heads.”
“I don’t like it and I sure don’t like him. Maybe we should call Candace or Morris and—”
“No. Usually I’d agree, but the last thing we need right now is for the police to pick up this obviously unhinged person and take him to the same police station where Finn is being questioned.”
“Are you saying we shouldn’t tell them he showed up here and was following us—for who knows how long?” she said.
“I’ll tell Candace later,” I said. “After I know Finn is no longer being interviewed. What concerns me right now is why Gannon came to Mercy. Because, though obsession may be the explanation, he might have had help knowing where to find his son.”
Kara smiled slowly. “Ah. Yes.”
I nodded at her knowing smile and said, “Tom’s ex.”
Seventeen
Kara kept an eye on the rearview mirror the entire way back to my house. She had work to do for both Tom and the newspaper so when she dropped me at my house, she made me promise to tell Candace, Morris, Mike Baca and anyone else on the police force about Rory Gannon showing up all over town and in a menacing way.
After I let Yoshi out to relieve himself, he came back inside and I gave him one of the dog treats Kara had bought. I decided to head to the police s
tation and talk to Candace. Gannon accomplished what I believed he’d set out to do—get under my skin.
I expected to see Tom in the waiting area when I arrived, but B.J. said he’d gone home.
That’s strange, I thought. “Did he take Finn with him?” I asked.
B.J. shook his head and then whispered, “He knows a lawyer but needed to get the contact information from home.”
“This attorney is for Finn?” I said. The news Finn needed a lawyer combined with the stuffy, hot air made me feel queasy. They must have turned the heat up in this place yesterday and forgot to turn it back down.
B.J. put a finger to his lips and continued speaking in a low voice. “The mother left to see if she could get her lawyer here first. Tom and Mrs. Roth were spittin’ nails at each other when they left.”
“Finn’s still here?” I said quietly.
“Yeah, but they haven’t arrested him. Don’t know why, though.” B.J. stood and leaned closer to me, speaking even softer. “Between you and me, I can tell Deputy Carson isn’t sure about this one, even though evidence is piling up.”
“She isn’t sure because anyone who spent more than five minutes with Finn would know he’d never intentionally harm anyone,” I said. “Candace hopes to find evidence to free Finn, not send him to jail. She can be tough, but she also listens to her gut. She’s smart and fair.”
B.J.’s eyes were wide when I finished speaking and I realized I’d put plenty of passion into my little speech.
Then I heard the sound of a door opening down the hall and B.J. quickly sat down. Candace appeared, and when she saw me she walked to the waiting area. Perspiration dotted her hairline and her cheeks were flushed.
“You look like you’ve been pulled through a knothole backward,” I said.
“Morris insisted on turning up the thermostat. Says it helps sweat out a confession.” She rolled her eyes. “It won’t work ’cause I’m more convinced than ever that this kid didn’t do it. All Morris has accomplished is to make me about ready to confess to this murder. As for Finn, he still can’t remember anything more than he did the last time I talked to him.”
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