Dancing Tides

by Vickie McKeehan

  Her gaze shifted to Cord. “Maybe that’s the reason you were never adopted. No one wanted to take a chance on offspring that had a murderer for a father. Think about it. That had to be a stigma the boy could never shake. Gabe wasn’t cleared until a decade ago.”

  “Sounds like something people might use to factor into their decision when looking at the boy they select for adoption,” Hayden agreed.

  “It makes sense. The child’s history, his background, would definitely come into play if people looked into it, especially if they were considering making him a permanent member of their family. You have to admit there’s an element of authenticity to Gabe’s story,” Keegan proffered. “He knew personal deets no one else would. I didn’t even know about the birthmark on his back until—” She caught herself and smiled. “Well, until very recently.”

  Cord grinned and picked up her hand, gave it a kiss.

  “The birthmark does look a lot like the state of California. The man got that right,” Keegan said, her lips curving widely in Cord’s direction.

  “You’re kidding? Uh, could I see that?” Hayden asked.

  But Ethan rolled his eyes and stated, “Could we focus here? That too, is easy enough to come by. You ever been in an online chat room, Cord? You ever get wound up, and reveal personal details like that about yourself to a total stranger? Say, on a dating site of any kind?”

  “Not that I remember. And I haven’t dated in a really long time, until now.”

  “Still, it could be some kind of Internet scam. Happens all the time. People unload personal info in cyberspace like it was the safest thing in the world.”

  While Ethan ticked off every online con he knew about, Keegan studied the funny look on Cord’s face. “What are you not telling us, Cord?”

  He met her eyes. How did she always seem to pick up on little nuggets everyone else missed?

  “He looked like me.”

  “What? How so?”

  “Same build. Same eyes. Same hair coloring but graying at the temples.”

  “Well, that is interesting.” And something he’d left out entirely—until now. “Ethan, how soon will you be able to check this guy out?”

  “I can do a criminal background check on him in five minutes.”

  “Then let’s do it,” Cord suggested. “After all this time, I need to know.”

  And it was a long fifteen minutes later before Cord had his answers.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Cord decided a trip to Fresno made the most sense. After the way he had practically thrown the guy off the property it was the least he could do. He needed to meet the man again and it had to be face-to-face, man-to-man.

  Keegan had agreed to go with him, mainly because he didn’t want to do this alone. He’d done enough in his life by himself. He wanted, no, he needed her there with him for what might prove to be a heart-wrenching process.

  They spent the trip talking about the circumstances that had brought Cord roundabout to Pelican Pointe and how his father had been a mere three hours away the entire time.

  “What are the odds of that, Cord? I mean, six months ago you’d never even heard of our little town, didn’t even plan on coming back to California at all to live. And now—”

  “And now I’m on the way to talk to the father I’d given up on two decades earlier. Since I was ten years old, I figured no one wanted me. Now I know why. Those families probably looked at me and said, ‘no way am I taking a chance on a kid whose father murdered his wife.’”

  Keegan nodded. “It’s not fair to the child, but then, that’s how people think.”

  “Turns out, this guy spent a decade looking for me. Wonder why the Captain never mentioned that?”

  She studied him as he focused on the traffic. “The Captain? You’re saying you think Scott Phillips should’ve somehow mentioned this to you during one of your many talks? Why?”

  “Don’t look at me like that. I told you he spends a lot of his time these days out at the farm. Yesterday afternoon he tells me he’s certain Robby Mack is headed out west.”

  Keegan puffed out a breath. “Was that the definitive thing that made you come into town to break up with me? Scott scaring you into thinking this guy is on his way to get you?”

  “No, I’d already decided it was the right thing to do.”

  “Says you.”

  “To keep you out of harm’s way, I’ll do anything.”

  She decided to drop that line of conversation since it would more than likely lead to more tension they didn’t need at the moment. Instead, she elected to go with a lighter tone. “Maybe I should take the time to research more about hauntings, find out why Scott’s here bugging you and doesn’t seem to want to move on or something. Maybe we could see what Wade Hawkins has to say, maybe even mention it to Ethan.”

  “Why? That’s all I need is for the entire town to think the nutcase is making up ghost stories along with everything else.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong. Other people have seen him, too. Sometimes when I go into the Diner, there is a group sitting there in the booth talking about it—him.”

  He picked up her hand and placed a kiss on the palm. “I haven’t told you thanks for coming with me.”

  “How could I not? Even though to tell you the truth I feel a little like a third wheel. But I figure if you were a girlfriend in the same situation who asked me for a little support when meeting the father she didn’t know, I’d be right there anyway.”

  “Okay. I guess there must be logic in that statement—somewhere.” His eyes twinkled in mock delight. “I’m just glad you said yes.”

  “Well, they say the world is a small place. I figure you leave Leesburg and end up getting into a fight in Houston, which caused you to get locked up. That incident prompts your friends to come get you and haul you back here to a town where you really don’t want to be. Why here?”

  “Yeah, because it just as easily could’ve been San Jose. That’s where Ben Latham lives, another buddy from the Guard.”

  “You have to admit, it’s odd.”

  “Odd? I should be so lucky. My life just keeps sliding along the path to Ripley’s Believe it or Not.”

  Forty-five minutes later they pulled into Fresno. Cord hit the GPS and put in the address Gabe Bennett had written down on the piece of paper. Another twenty minutes and they were headed down a street in the old section of town.

  Gabe Bennett lived in a two-bedroom, postage-stamp-sized house with a slab foundation nestled among tall elms and sycamores dotting an old residential street with manicured lawns.

  Cord pulled into the driveway behind a Dodge pickup parked in front of a carport and stared at the nine-hundred-square-foot house.

  “I know you’re nervous, but it’ll be okay. You already know he looked you up because he wants contact so there’s no second guessing that part of it.”

  Before he could answer that, the front door flew open and Gabe Bennett stepped out onto the speck of a porch. He waved a big hand and motioned them out of the truck.

  “Here goes nothing,” Cord mumbled as he crawled out of the pickup.

  This time, Cord was the first one to extend his hand. “I guess I owe you an apology,” he said as the other man pulled him closer into an embrace.

  “I don’t blame you, not really. It’s an unbelievable story on all counts. But you checked it out, or you wouldn’t have called, wouldn’t be here.” He turned to focus on the tall redhead. “And who is this?”

  “This is Keegan Fanning.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Bennett.”

  After the two shook hands, Gabe said, “Well, come on inside, no point in giving my neighbors more of an eyeful than they deserve.”

  As soon as they got settled on a well-worn sofa in the small living room, Gabe disappeared into the kitchen. They heard dishes clattering before he returned with a tray that held a pot of coffee and sandwiches.

  “I couldn’t eat a thing,” Cord told him. “I’m a little nervo
us.”

  “So am I. But I thought you might be hungry after the trip.” The older man wiped his palms on his jeans. “You must have a ton of questions. There’s something I want you to see.”

  Gabe walked over to a cabinet, brought out an old photo album with a red-and-gold cloth binding. “Of course, I lost everything after they arrested me. Most of what belongings were worth keeping ended up with Tammy’s sister, Tara Dover. About a year after I got out, after they cleared me of the murder, Tara got in touch, sent me one of those emails. Told me she was sorry she’d thought all this time I’d done it. She felt so bad she sent me a few things that were Tammy’s. This photo album was one of them.”

  Cord sucked in a breath and took the book he handed off.

  “Isn’t much, I know. Couldn’t be more than thirty-five pictures in there at most, all of which were taken by two teenagers in love. But it’s worth a look because it’s all I have left of her—and you. It was all I had until now.”

  With sudden clumsy fingers, Cord lifted the heavy cover. For the first time in his life his eyes landed on a photo of his mother. A very young blonde, wearing her jean shorts and white blouse, smiled for the camera as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

  “Wow, she was beautiful.”

  “Oh, she was that. I took that picture the day she turned sixteen. We’d gone over to Coronado for the day. Had us a picnic, went swimming, made love, probably made you that day, if truth be known.”

  In spite of his thirty-four years, Cord’s hand flew to his lips and his eyes grew moist. He tried to blink away the tears by pressing his lips together until they turned white. He desperately fought to control his emotions.

  Keegan reached over and laid her hand on top of his. “Why don’t you sit down, Mr. Bennett and tell us more about Cord’s mother?”

  “Sure. If you’ll stop calling me Mr. Bennett, I’ll tell you a whole slew of stories.”

  But just then, Cord abruptly stood up, excused himself to go to the bathroom.

  When he was out of the room, Gabe took the opportunity to pry a bit and asked, “You care about him?”

  “Of course I do, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

  “Why isn’t he happy?”

  “He’s had a difficult time lately.”

  “How so?”

  “You should ask him yourself. It isn’t my story to tell, but his.”

  “Okay. Then look out for him, will you?”

  She thought she should explain how new their relationship was. “Mr. Bennett, we’re just getting started.” But looking into his eyes so much like Cord’s she decided the lines on his face showed genuine fatherly concern for his son. So Keegan added, “I’ll do my best.”

  The minute Cord came back in and sat down, Gabe took that to mean he should pick up where he had left off.

  “You should know, Cord, Tammy wasn’t just pretty—and tall—tallest girl in our sophomore class—that girl could’ve easily been a model. Tammy was the sweetest person I ever knew. She had a way about her, loved animals and you, Cord. She loved you, loved being your mother. She might’ve been young but she had a powerful amount of love stored up for you. She used to sing this song to you, what was it called back then? Ah, I remember now, You Light up My Life.”

  Gabe chuckled. “Sappiest damn song if there ever was one. But your mother loved it. She’d sing it to you and dance around the room with you on her hip.”

  As Gabe began to reminisce about other things, other times, the awkwardness of the moment, slipped away.

  Cord and Keegan stayed for supper and took the sandwiches Gabe had fixed outside in the backyard to the picnic table.

  When Cord saw Keegan pick off the ham from between the pieces of bread, he smiled and told Gabe, “You ever met a vegetarian, a person who never lets meat pass their lips?”

  “I’ve heard of them. Can’t say I ever met one though.” Gabe’s eyes twinkled just as Cord’s did in pseudo scorn.

  Cord grinned. “Keegan is one. That’s why she’s taking off the ham and leaving nothing but the cheese and bread. She doesn’t eat red meat.”

  “At all? Well I’ll be damned,” Gabe said in continued amusement.

  “At all. I’m thinking she has the right idea.” And with that, Cord picked the meat off his sandwich, as well and took a huge bite. “Mmm, turns out, I love cheese sandwiches.”

  “Your son is not a vegetarian. In fact—” Keegan started to explain.

  “But I’m rethinking that whole red meat from animals thing,” Cord admitted and winked in Keegan’s direction.

  During the meal, Cord listened to his father as he went on and on about Tammy Lynn Bennett, who three weeks shy of her seventeenth birthday, had died at the hands of a man named Carl Manning.

  “And he’s in jail, right?” Cord asked.

  Gabe nodded. “Locked up in San Quentin, same place I spent twenty-four years.”

  “An innocent man,” Cord finished. He looked over into eyes so like his own. “What is it you do for a living?”

  “Well, now, I sued those people in San Diego that wrongly had me locked up. They settled with me for a sizeable chunk of money. I took it and started a contracting company. I help put up office buildings around town.”

  “And you’re alone now?”

  Gabe shook his head. “Met a woman sometime back. Her name’s Polly. She’s got me over quite a few rough spots. We don’t live together though. Look, I’ll never forget your mother, Cord. She was the first woman I ever loved. And then, I had you. There was a time I didn’t think I’d ever find you.”

  “What do I call you?”

  “Whatever you want?”

  Cord scratched his ear. “Never had a father before. I might try dad at some point. But—the word sounds foreign.”

  “Then for now, Gabe will work just fine.”

  Outside Cheyenne, Wyoming, John Gold’s blue Mustang got caught speeding by a highway patrol officer named J.T. McDaniel. John Gold kept his cool as he handed off his fake driver’s license and waited while the cop ran the plates through his computer.

  John Gold had no doubt this was a test. That’s why he fought the urge to start the car and hit the gas. He could take off, but the new ID had to pass scrutiny at some point. He knew he should’ve bought a gun at the same time he’d purchased the new car. He’d remedy that little mistake first chance he got.

  Gold kept a watchful eye in his rearview mirror for any indication the gig was up. But when the officer came walking back to the car without having drawn his weapon and handed him back his license along with a ticket to sign, he knew the ID had been well worth the five grand he’d paid for it.

  As he calmly added his John Gold signature to the paper without a fuss, he grinned to himself, listening to the cop politely tell him how to pay the fine. The minute the guy crawled back inside his cruiser, John Gold turned the key, put the car in gear and took off continuing to head west along I-80, making sure this time he kept the sports car at a legal seventy-five miles per hour.

  Chapter Eighteen

  A spring storm threatened to mar the annual spring Pelican Pointe Street Fair, a three-day event sandwiched between Christmas and Memorial weekend and always scheduled for the third week of March over a Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

  They had already cordoned off one end of Main to the other and detoured traffic around to Ocean Street. Workers were even now slaving away to make sure the booths were ready to go by morning.

  Even though the fair created traffic congestion in a town with less than three thousand people, it also brought in much-needed cash from the surrounding towns without waiting for the start of the summer tourist season to begin.

  A parade on Friday morning, complete with area high school marching bands and homemade floats, would kick off the whole thing.

  Old and new RVs and truck trailers towing carnival rides and portable booths for food vendors began showing up as early as last Sunday as they fought for space along Ocean Street. It was the one ti
me of the year parking became a major headache.

  At the rescue center, Keegan and Pete had already spent a busy Thursday morning tacking up No Parking signs and stretching rope from the front gate to the main hospital building reminding visitors that they’d have to find someplace else to leave their vehicles.

  Their own open house was less than twenty-four hours away. Keegan had spent a week working up handouts describing each of the animals they had in residence, specifically Minnie and Bumper and Jack and Dodger. But the flyers also covered general information on sea otters, sea lions, harbor seals and California brown pelicans.

  The kids could get their pictures taken with the various mammals. Sign up to adopt a marine animal. Play with a miniature aquatic replica, built by local carpenter, Troy Dayton. Receive a coloring book printed courtesy of Murphy’s Market featuring marine mammals. And thanks to other local businesses, register to enter for prizes. Up for grabs were things like key chains, books about mammals and bookmarks bearing the Fanning Marine Rescue Center logo.

  All in all, it was ramping up to be a demanding three days. She’d have to remember to give Wally a huge hug for coming up with this idea.

  Good thing Keegan had a full staff onboard. Pete, Russ, Abby, and Tina had two new raw recruits. They’d drafted Connor Davis and Jason Broderick to be their gofers. The boys had turned out to be as eager as Hayden had described.

  Several blocks over, vendors went about setting up tents and booths despite thunder booming overhead.

  In spite of overcast skies and the chance of rain, Keegan opted to forego pulling her truck out of the compound and instead started to head over to the Diner on foot. She hoped if it did decide to open up and pour, the bad weather wouldn’t hang around for longer than twenty-four hours.

  Her staff had put their hearts and souls into making this event a success. They’d been briefed on the right way to bring up donations into their assigned tours. They’d spent hours training to handle the mammals in front of a packed house. In other words, they’d worked their asses off. At this point she could only put her faith in her team and the generosity of strangers.