by K. J. Emrick
Darcy twisted her great aunt’s ring fitfully, knowing her sister couldn’t see her doing it with her eyes closed. “Yes, I promise,” she said, not sure that she’d be able to make that promise come true. She knew she’d do everything in her power to make it happen, though.
With Grace tucked under the covers again, she went out to wake Jon up. He surprised her by coming out of the bathroom clean and freshly shaved, changed into a light blue dress shirt and a new pair of slacks. “Good morning,” he said quietly to her. “Is your sister coming with us or is she going to stay here?”
“She’s staying.” Darcy said. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “Not without an argument, though.”
Jon shook his head. “Grace is one of the most stubborn people I’ve ever worked with.”
“Runs in the family.”
“Sure does. But it’s one of the things I love about you.”
Darcy gave him a wink and then tugged him down the hallway into the kitchen. She had already gotten dressed in jeans and a plain green t-shirt. Not very professional attire, she supposed, especially standing next to Jon’s tall cop figure. She figured there would be a lot of moving around today, though, and she wanted to be comfortable.
“Did you find out anything?” she asked him. Jon had come home sometime after midnight. She’d heard him come in but hadn’t wanted to wake Grace up by getting out of the bed to go and talk to him.
“Not yet. I need to talk to the Oak Hollow PD today, find out about the car and if they found any surveillance footage we can use.”
“Well, we’re heading there anyway,” Darcy said as they both went for their coats. “That can be one of our stops. What did your chief have to say about all this?”
“Just one thing,” Jon told her. “He said to do whatever it took to find Aaron.”
Jon had Darcy drive so that he could make phone calls on the way. She hadn’t driven in years, and here she was doing it twice in two days. Too bad she couldn’t enjoy it.
Jon thanked somebody on the other end of the line then disconnected the call and put the cell phone back in his pants pocket. “That was Sergeant Vasquez, my contact over at Oak Hollow PD. He says they left Aaron’s car where it was after they processed it last night. There’s an officer in a marked unit watching it.”
“Did they find anything?” Darcy asked.
“Some fingerprints, but they all seem to be from one person and I’m sure that will turn out to be Aaron. Nothing else out of the ordinary. He gave me the address where they found the car. Let’s go over and look for ourselves.”
“Sounds good,” Darcy said. “Maybe we’ll see something they missed.”
The parking lot where Aaron’s old green Nissan was parked was practically empty of other cars. It was a public parking lot, not really next to anything. Darcy spotted the car right away where it sat next to a black and white Oak Hollow Police Department cruiser, a single officer sitting at the wheel looking bored.
Jon went and spoke to the officer briefly before sending him away, while Darcy went to Aaron’s car with the spare set of keys they’d brought with them from Grace.
Everything in the car looked completely normal. His accountant’s brief case was on the back seat. Loose change and candy wrappers sat in the center console. Empty trunk. In front of the passenger seat, Darcy found the bag with the bottle of wine in it. Next to it was another bag with an expensive box of chocolate truffles. She put the back of her hand to her mouth and fought back the tears. This was what he had been trying to put together for Grace when something happened.
There wasn’t any sign of a struggle. Nothing looked wrong. Jon came over, rubbing his hands together. “See?” she said to him. “There’s no bag full of clothes. No bus tickets. Nothing. Aaron wasn’t running from anything.”
He looked at her funny and then nodded. “I know. I believe you. I mean, I believed you before, but…there’s something else. We need to go down the street to the bank. The officer I was just talking to told me there’s something going on we need to know about.”
She looked at him, full of questions she didn’t dare ask.
“I know why Aaron parked his car here,” was all he said to her.
The bank was the Three Twigs Federal Credit Union, a low brick building with narrow windows on it that almost made it look like a fort. They could see officers in dark blue uniforms standing inside, and a big burly man with sergeant’s stripes on his jacket’s sleeve standing at the front.
Jon hadn’t said a word to her for the block and a half they had walked to get here. Darcy had been too afraid to ask. Now that she saw the bank, her hopes lifted a little. “Aaron came in here? Did he need money? Did he make a withdrawal from the ATM? We could get the video surveillance—”
“Darcy,” Jon interrupted her, “it’s worse than that.”
The sergeant at the door eyed them seriously. He had a square jaw a severe buzz cut, and Darcy could see he meant business. “Help you folks?”
Jon took his badge wallet out of his back pocket and showed it to the sergeant. “I’m Jon Tinker, detective with the Misty Hollow Police Department.”
The sergeant nodded curtly to him. “Heard you were in town, Detective. Afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave, though. Had a robbery here two days ago and we’re processing the scene. You understand.”
It wasn’t a question, and Darcy got the feeling they were being politely asked to get lost without being told anything. She also didn’t miss that the burglary happened the same day that Aaron came up missing. Oh no, she thought. Was this what Jon couldn’t tell her? “Sergeant,” she said quickly, “we’re looking for anyone who might have seen my brother-in-law. Is there any way that we can see the security tapes from two days ago?”
“We’re going through them now ourselves, Miss,” was the tight reply. Then he turned to Jon. “Didn’t tell her yet, did you?”
“I was just about to.” Jon’s face was creased with worry when he looked back at Darcy. “There was a customer in the bank when the robbery happened. He matches Aaron’s description. That’s what the officer back in the parking lot was telling me. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”
Darcy felt like she couldn’t breathe. “What happened?”
Jon deferred to the sergeant. The man chewed the inside of his lip for a moment then seemed to decide that it would be all right to fill them in. “Can’t tell you much. There were three robbers, all wearing black clothes and masks. Looks like from the video they demanded money, but then they left. With the teller. And the man who matches your brother-in-law’s description.”
Darcy gasped. This was horrible. What would they tell Grace? “Wait,” she said, “why didn’t you tell us this yesterday? We’ve been going out of our minds!”
The sergeant held his big hands up, palms out. “We didn’t know, miss. Jon here called my Lieutenant last night, from what I understand, and we didn’t even know we were supposed to be looking until then. We let you know as soon as we knew. Look, this is an active investigation. Without the okay from my higher-ups, that’s all I can tell you on scene.”
Darcy fisted her hands and started to scream at the man to tell her everything right then and now, but Jon put a hand around her elbow, stopping her. “Thank you, Sergeant,” he said to the man. “We’ll leave you guys to it.”
Darcy was shocked as Jon led her away, back down towards their car. “What are you doing? We need to know what happened!”
“I know, Darcy, I know. But he literally can’t tell us anything else without someone who outranks him telling him to do it. He put himself out on a limb telling us that much.”
“So what are we supposed to do?”
They were at their car again now, and Jon smiled at her as he got in behind the wheel. “We’re going to go talk to someone who outranks him.”
The Oak Hollow Police Department was a lot larger than Misty Hollow’s. The building they worked out of was three stories high and a line of black and white patro
l cars sat out front. Officers going in and out passed Jon and Darcy as they went up to the desk sergeant and introduced themselves.
“We’ve been expecting you,” the desk sergeant said to them. “Go on in.”
They were met by a lieutenant, a long-faced man with old eyes in a young face. After going over the same exact information that the sergeant at the scene had given them, the lieutenant led them to a back room where a monitor was hooked up to humming black DVD players.
They sat and watched as the surveillance video from the bank robbery was played for them. It was time stamped, two days ago, 1:43pm. They watched as a tall man with blonde hair wearing a black knee-length coat entered the bank. Darcy recognized him immediately. “That’s Aaron.”
The lieutenant nodded, taking notes.
As they continued to watch, three men in black coats and black ski masks rushed in, pointing guns at the teller and at Aaron. One of the robbers went up to the teller, obviously screaming.
“There’s no audio?” Jon asked.
“No,” the lieutenant said with a shake of his head. “We keep suggesting it to all the banks and businesses in our jurisdiction, but no one listens.”
Suddenly the robber screaming at the teller grabbed the poor guy by his arms and dragged him over the counter. They started struggling, but the robber showed his gun again and the teller wisely went still. Then the three men in their black masks took both the teller and Aaron out the back.
The teller had messy red hair and a wide, honest face. Darcy could see the fear in his eyes as the robbers led him away. Or, maybe that was her imagination.
Darcy wasn’t sure when she had started to cry, but the tears were hot on her cheeks now. She wiped at them and hung her head and had no idea what to do.
Chapter 10
It was Jon who came up with their next step. Looking through the reports before they left, he caught the name and address of the bank teller from the robbery. Ray Stephenson, 58 Crescent Circle. He didn’t tell Darcy what he had done until they had thanked the lieutenant and were back out in Jon’s car.
“Why can’t we just go with the Oak Hollow PD to talk to his wife?” she asked.
“I don’t want to get into a jurisdictional snarl. Plus, you pointed out yourself that this is personal. There’s only so much official police procedure will let us do.”
Darcy knew what he meant. She’d seen enough police interrogations now, being with Jon, to know his hands were tied by the laws he upheld. Still, she admired him for doing what he did. How did he deal with things like this every day and not come home angry every night?
She loved him more in that moment than she had the moment before, and she figured the next moment would bring something new for her to love.
As Jon pulled up in front of Ray’s house in one of the city’s residential districts, Darcy could see that the home was small but well kept. It had white painted board siding and little shrubs to the sides of the front steps. A little stone walkway joined the house to the sidewalk. Someone had spent a lot of time on it all. It had a very inviting atmosphere and definitely showed a woman’s touches.
Darcy knocked on the door while Jon stood back by silent agreement. A few moments later, the door was opened by a middle-aged woman with graying blonde hair in a slim blue dress. She had a worried look in her eyes and Darcy knew immediately that this was Ray’s wife. “Mrs. Stephenson,” Darcy said to her with a careful smile. “My name is Darcy Sweet. This is Jon Tinker. Um. My brother-in-law was taken in the robbery. Just like Ray. Do you…could we come in, do you think?”
The woman blinked and seemed to come back to herself. “Oh sorry, yes sure. Please. Come on in.” She stood back to let them enter and then guided them into the living room. It was a cozy space, small but brightly decorated with knick knacks and stylish lamps and two plush couches that had floral designs on their cushions. She motioned Darcy and Jon to one of these. “Please sit down. I’m…I’m so sorry about your brother-in-law, Darcy.”
She started to cry, but then caught herself and sat down on the couch across from them. “Now. What can I do for you?”
“Mrs. Stephenson—“ Darcy began.
“Please call me Heather,” the woman said with a weary smile.
Darcy nodded. “Heather. Could you tell me more about Ray? Anything that might help us understand what happened to Aaron?”
“Aaron? Is that your brother-in-law?”
Darcy nodded. “Yes. We’re very worried about him. Just like you are for Ray. Maybe we can help each other. Can you think of any reason why the robbers would take Ray hostage?”
Heather’s eyes widened. “I never thought of…no. There’s no reason for it. Ray wasn’t into anything dangerous. He didn’t gamble. He didn’t even go out to drink! What are you saying? Are you saying that this is my Ray’s fault?”
Darcy knew she had offended Heather with her question even though she hadn’t meant to. Jon leaned forward to take over. “We know it wasn’t Ray’s fault, Heather. We’re just trying to figure out anything we can. Aaron is a good man, too. He has a baby on the way and his wife is worried sick.”
“Oh my,” Heather said, putting her hands to her mouth. “I didn’t know. Ray…Ray was my whole world. Without him, I don’t know what I’m going to do.” She couldn’t hold the tears back anymore, and they started falling down her cheeks.
As Jon continued to ask questions, getting little or no answer, Darcy stood up and quietly began walking around the living room. There were several photographs hung on the wall, and she recognized Ray in several of them. He smiled in most of them, his green eyes a good match for his red hair. He seemed so happy. A good man caught in a bad situation. On a corner table where one of the lamps stood, there was a little bowl full of loose change and other things. Among them, a plastic nametag with Ray’s name on it.
Checking quickly over her shoulder to make sure Heather wasn’t watching, Darcy palmed the nametag and stuffed it into her pocket.
Jon looked up at her as she came back to the couch. With a look, Darcy told him it was time to go. He smiled back at her, catching on. “Well, thank you for talking with us, Heather. Really. We have to go, but we’ll keep in touch. Can we get your phone number? Maybe we can call each other if we hear anything?”
Heather was only too happy to do so. Darcy was glad when they were finally walking out of Heather’s house and getting back into Jon’s car. The stolen nametag with its little pin on the back was burning a hole in her pocket. She hated stealing it from Heather, especially when the woman was going through the same grief that she and Grace were, but she needed something personal of Ray’s.
Her abilities worked in very specific ways, and she had the feeling she was going to need them if they were going to find Aaron.
The car ride back to Misty Hollow was miserable for both of them. They had decided not to call ahead to Grace. This was the kind of news that you had to tell someone in person.
Everything had hit Darcy at once as they drove away from Heather’s house. All of the emotion she had worked so hard to keep hidden for Grace’s sake filled her now like lead in a balloon. She felt weighed down and useless.
“I don’t get it,” she said as they neared the town limits. “If Aaron is still with the bank robbers, why are they holding on to him? If they let him go, then where is he? Why hasn’t he called?” She wiped a hand over her face and stared out the car window.
“Everything will be all right,” Jon said to her after a moment.
Darcy wished she could believe it. “You don’t know that.”
“Okay,” he admitted. “I don’t know that for sure. But Grace is a strong woman. Aaron’s a good man. You and I have solved harder things than this.”
The tears were threatening to come again. “Sure. But this one is personal.” She thought of the cases that she had helped Jon with, the murders and the deceits involved in them, and she thought too about how they’d had to get past his accepting her abilities. He was right when he said
they’d solved harder things before. They would work together on this one, and she wouldn’t stop until they’d solved it.
“We will get Aaron back,” he said to her, as if he could read her mind.
She reached over and took his hand in hers while he worked the wheel one-handed. She knew they would do everything they could together to solve the mystery of what had happened to Aaron.
And she would do everything she could. Her abilities had helped her in the past. They had to help her now.
Chapter 11
Darcy and Jon headed straight for Grace and Aaron’s apartment when they got back to Misty Hollow. The skies had darkened as they travelled home and a few flakes of snow had fallen. The air was very chilled. On the cold breeze that blew through town, wisps of mist floated. They were thicker and heavier than they had been even this morning.
Grace met them at the door and the look of hope in her eyes nearly did Darcy in. When they sat her down and gave her the news about Aaron being kidnapped there was a horrible moment when Darcy saw her sister break down completely. She cried hysterically, clinging to Darcy, while the two sisters held each other in silent support.
When Grace could pull herself together again she sat up straight and rubbed angrily at her eyes. “So what are we doing? What are we doing to get him back?”
Jon looked at Darcy. They’d been expecting that question. “Grace,” Jon said to her, “we’re going to let the boys over in Oak Hollow do their job. They know the players over there like we never could. We’d be in the way.”
“I can’t accept that!” Grace yelled. “I will not sit here and do nothing while my husband is in the hands of those…those…!”
Darcy felt Grace trembling with anger. “We aren’t going to just sit here. I promise. I know what I’m about to say is a long shot, but I’m going to try to track Ray and Aaron. I stole something personal from Ray Stephenson’s house. We’ve got plenty of Aaron’s stuff here. I’ll find them. I’ll find Aaron.”