by K. J. Emrick
“I knew,” Angelica said slowly, “that I couldn’t stay with Louis after that. But I couldn’t leave him, either. He wouldn’t give me a divorce. What’s more, without him I had no money. No way to support myself. Milton was the love of my life but he had nothing, either. So together we devised that stupid idea.”
“You stole from Louis,” Darcy guessed. “Then you planned out a way to disappear.”
“I didn’t steal everything he had. Just what I figured was mine. Just half.”
“It was marital property,” Grace pointed out in a matter-of-fact tone. “You didn’t steal it. It was as much yours as his.”
She looked at Grace like a ton of bricks had just fallen on her. “I…didn’t know that. I swear, I didn’t. I thought I would be kicked out into the cold with nothing.”
“My great aunt Millie was a friend of yours back then,” Darcy said. Grace raised an eyebrow to that but didn’t interrupt her sister. “I found her journal a little while ago. The last thing she ever wrote in it was that she wanted to help you fix a mistake you had made. I take it she knew about you taking the money? About you wanting to leave?”
Angelica nodded enthusiastically. “Good old Millie. She tried to talk me out of it. She said I should stick it out for your sake, Sarah. I should have listened. I should have listened. I was young, though, and in love, and I thought I knew best.” She glanced at her daughter and then quickly looked away again. “Not that any of that is a good excuse.”
“No,” Sarah said in a clipped voice. “It’s not.”
“Tell us about the manor fire, Angelica,” Grace said to get the interview back on track again.
“I set it, of course.” She said it so matter-of-factly that Darcy wasn’t sure she’d heard it correctly at first. She looked at each of the women in turn, reading their shocked expressions correctly. “It was the only way I saw out of the situation. I was going to disappear with Milton. It was a Monday evening, I remember, and I had the whole house to myself. I picked up Milton, we went there together, and I packed only the things that meant the most to me. While I did that, Milton messed with the electrical box and then stuffed it full of old rags. A few sparks later, the place was on fire.”
“But I was in there!” Sarah shouted, standing up from the table, her hands fisted at her sides as she yelled out her frustrations. “Dad was in there! You nearly killed us both!”
Tears started in Angelica’s eyes again. “I’m sorry. Oh, honey I’m so sorry. You weren’t supposed to be home. When I left, Louis said he was going to take you to his mother’s for the night to visit. I couldn’t have known he didn’t go. We were sleeping in separate bedrooms at that point and you were in his room. For all I know he heard me in the house and just didn’t say anything because we were fighting all the time. If I had known, oh Sarah if I’d only known, I never would have put you in danger.”
“Really?” her daughter quipped. “You didn’t have any trouble abandoning me.”
Angelica wiped at her tears, smearing makeup as she did. “That’s where you’re wrong. I never stopped thinking about you. I never stopped regretting leaving you. I walked away from your father, not you. I just didn’t see how I could take you with me. With the money I had stolen,” she glanced at Grace as she said that, “Milton and I set up new lives. New identities, new names. I even had some plastic surgery done. But I kept coming back. I couldn’t help it. I kept coming back to the house to check up on you.”
The break-ins, Darcy realized. The break-ins had been Angelica coming back to check on her daughter. That was why there was never anything reported stolen. If Angelca had taken a photograph or two from Louis’ house, he would never report it. She probably could have robbed him blind, and he wouldn’t have reported it, for that matter. He just told Sarah that he had to keep her from knowing. Which meant…
“Louis knew you were still alive, didn’t he?” Darcy asked. Grace smiled quickly at her sister, pleased with that bit of deductive reasoning.
Sarah held her breath until her mother answered. “I think so. Well. I know so, even if I can’t prove it. He saw me in the window of the manor house the night of the fire. I made sure of it. It was supposed to be part of the act so everyone would think that I perished in the flames.”
She looked again at her daughter, who turned away in disgust. “I’m sorry, Sarah. I’m so, so sorry.”
Sarah tried to answer but her voice was too choked up. Shaking her head, she rushed from the room.
Chapter Seventeen
Jon arrived at the station a few minutes later. The interview was over and Grace was already typing up the reports. Darcy sat with Jon to fill him in.
“When I first saw the photograph that Sarah showed me of her mom I thought there was something familiar about her. Something about her eyes. It turns out I was remembering what Henrietta’s eyes looked like.”
“You mean Angelica, right?” Jon clarified.
“Right. I know, it’s hard to believe. She paid for facial reconstruction, dyed her hair white, walked with a cane. She did everything she could to keep people from recognizing her, all so she could be in town once a year to catch a glimpse of her daughter.”
“Hard to hate her when she did all that, I guess.”
“Well. Sarah isn’t about to forgive her anytime soon. She’s been here in town with her daughter for years, keeping away from everyone. Sarah never went up to Henrietta’s stand before so there was no way she could have known her mom was right there. That’s a lot of hurt to get past. She thought her mother was dead all these years.”
“Don’t forget,” Jon said. “Her father’s been lying to her all this time, too. So now she has reason to hate them both. She’s going to need a good friend to help her through this.”
He looked at her in that way he had and Darcy knew what he meant. “I plan on checking up on her tomorrow. And Sue and Linda said they’d do the same. Between the three of us, she’ll always have someone to talk to.”
His hand found hers across his desk. “You’re a good person, Darcy Sweet. Very few people I know would put this much effort into helping someone out that they hardly knew.”
Darcy shrugged, a little embarrassed by his compliment. “So is Angelica in a lot of trouble?”
“Yes. She may have thought she had reasons for what she did, but she still broke the law and put a lot of people in danger, including her own daughter. That boyfriend of hers, too, that Milton guy.”
“Right. Too bad he died.”
Angelica had further explained that after being together with Milton for nearly eight years, he had died of an undiagnosed heart condition. That had left her all alone and it was right around that time when she started showing up in town as Henrietta, kindly old woman. She had missed her family so much but that was the only way she could think of to see them again. That, and breaking into Louis’ house.
It had been Milton that Sarah saw the night of the fire in the window with her mother. Just four years old, she couldn’t describe him or even explain fully what she had seen. It had been Milton who the ghost of Officer Grant Peterson had told her about seeing as he tried to save Angelica from the fire, not realizing that she didn’t need saving.
All of it fit together nicely, now that they had Angelica’s confession. She had even shed a little more light on the checks that Sarah had gotten all of her life. That was money from a trust fund account Angelica had set up for her daughter with part of the money she had taken with her when she’d disappeared. It matured at different rates based on the stock market, and that was why the amount was always different. It really had eaten at her, leaving her daughter behind. So she gave what she could to make sure her daughter would never want for anything.
Angelica just hadn’t realized her daughter only really wanted one thing. She had only wanted her mother back.
“Now that she has her mom in her life again,” Jon said, coming around the desk to Darcy, “maybe the two of them can find some way to reconcile.”
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p; She stood up with him and folded herself into his arms. “Maybe. I hope so, anyway.”
“Let me talk to Grace for a minute and then I’ll drive you home,” he told her. “No sense both of us being up until dawn.”
Darcy looked at him, waiting.
“What?” he finally asked her.
“I’m waiting for you to say something about how it would be easier if you moved in with me and then you wouldn’t have to go home to your lonely apartment when you get done.”
He laughed and took her hand in his. “I could still do it if you want me to. Seriously, though, I think I’ve said enough on that subject for now. You know what feels right for you. I’ll go along with whatever you decide. As long as I have you.”
Darcy leaned her head against his shoulder. She loved this man so much. “You’ll always have me, Jon.”
He pulled her into a deep kiss, and didn’t let her go until the room spun around her. “I love you, Sweet Baby.”
“I love you, too.”
Chapter Eighteen
Later that week Darcy was at Grace and Aaron’s saying goodbye to their mother. Darcy knew there was something her mother was still not telling her. She was determined to find out what was going on before she left.
“Okay Mom, what gives?” Darcy crossed her arms and held her mother’s gaze. “All visit long you’ve been acting strange.”
“She’s right, Mom,” Grace said in agreement. “We know something is up. Might as well tell us. You can’t hide it from a couple of ace detectives like me and Darcy.”
“Mmm…” Eileen looked thoughtfully at Darcy and then at Grace. Finally she sighed loudly and threw her hands in the air. “Okay. You’re right. There is something going on. I just didn’t know how to tell you girls.”
“You’re not sick are you?” Grace asked. “I remember you had that scare at your last checkup.”
Eileen shook her head. “No, no, it’s nothing like that. It’s a good thing, actually.” She paused and looked intently at the two of them again with a wide smile. “I’m getting married again.”
“Married!” Darcy and Grace exclaimed together.
Eileen laughed then. “Yes, married. You make it sound like it would never happen for me again. You have your wonderful Aaron, Grace. Darcy, your Jon seems like a wonderful man. Is there some reason that I shouldn’t be happy, too?”
“We didn’t mean it that way, Mom,” Darcy said to her while Grace asked who the person was and if it was anyone they knew and when could they meet him and so on until Eileen finally held a hand up to ask her to wait.
“He is a perfectly nice man. His name is James Bollinger. You’ve never met him. He’s a retired businessman. What else do you want to know?”
“Everything,” Darcy told her. “You wait until you’re leaving to drop this on us?”
They laughed together, and Darcy couldn’t remember the last time they had been this happy to be together. Eileen went on to tell them all about how they had met on a cruise last year. Darcy and Grace asked her questions until they had no more questions to ask. Then all too soon, it was time to say goodbye.
Darcy noticed that the hugs between them weren’t so awkward this time.
***
A few days later Darcy was in her kitchen washing dishes, Smudge winding his way between her legs, when a car horn blasted out front of her house. Confused, she looked up at the clock. It was just after six thirty. Who would be visiting now, and why would they beep the horn instead of coming to the door?
She went outside to find Jon, sitting in his car, smiling at her. He honked the horn once more and then got out of the car, running over to her to pick her up and swing her around until she squealed.
“I have a surprise for you,” he said when he put her back down. “How about we go back to the cabin this weekend to celebrate?”
“Celebrate? Celebrate what?”
“Us. You. Me. Everything. You reunited a mother and a daughter. Us solving a case no one even knew was there to be solved. Your mother’s getting married. Pick one.”
Darcy laughed. “That sounds amazing. When are we leaving?”
“Friday. I took the day off, we can leave in the morning and get a head start on the weekend.”
Her heart leaping in her chest, she took him by the hand and pulled him toward the house. “Why don’t we go upstairs and get a head start on the weekend right now.”
He didn’t argue. Smudge saw them as they walked through the kitchen, his eyes narrowed. He sneezed once, shaking his head, and Darcy got the message.
If Smudge had to share her with someone, he was glad it was someone who loved Darcy as much as Jon did.
The End
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Table of Contents
From the Ashes - A Darcy Sweet Mystery
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
About the Author
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