“Mia and Chloe and I had dinner plans.”
He lifted an eyebrow. He was supposed to believe that? “Dinner plans. Tonight.”
“Yes.”
“Why? You’ve hardly said boo to Mia since you left home.”
She narrowed her eyes. “My relationship with my sister isn’t the issue. All that matters is doing what’s best for her little girl.”
At least they agreed on something. “And that’s staying with me.”
She heaved a sigh. “Since we’re being frank, let me lay it out. I own a diner. I live in a small town where neighbors still say ‘hi’ to one another. My living quarters are upstairs from where I work. I can pop in anytime to check on Chloe. I’ll hire a good babysitter—preferably Addy, if she’s willing.”
Yeah, she’d be willing. She was crazy about Chloe. And Chloe was just as attached to her. Regardless of how Addy felt about him, her presence was good for Chloe. So Ryan would make sure she stayed on once he got custody. And he was going to get custody, whatever it took.
Shelby continued, “I’m not wealthy, but I can provide a good, wholesome environment. Besides the love I’ll give her, she’ll have the influences of my aunt’s church and our friends.”
“I can provide the same thing.” He’d even consider church attendance for Chloe’s sake.
Shelby lifted one arched brow. “Your family owns a bunch of gentlemen’s clubs. That’s hardly the environment for a little girl to grow up in.”
He clenched his teeth. The woman was judging him for his father’s activities after she’d had nothing to do with Chloe because she was too busy or too snooty or just plain didn’t care.
When he spoke, ice edged his tone. “I’m not my family.” At least not his father’s side. Instead, he’d been closer to his mother, especially after his parents divorced when he was seven. At age twelve, he’d found a father figure through his best friend. A recently retired military man, Kyle’s dad had adored his wife and made his children the center of his life. Ryan’s ideals had been on an increasingly separate path from his father’s ever since.
A detective holding a small notepad approached from inside the apartment. He glanced at them both, then focused on Ryan. “What is your relationship with Mia Adair?”
“I’m the baby’s uncle. My brother is the father.” At the detective’s request, he provided his contact information.
“How often did you see Mia?”
“Three or four times a week.”
“Where?”
“Here. I’d pick up Chloe and take her to the park and places.” He’d call Mia and let her know he was on the way. She was always fine with it. Except today she hadn’t answered. Since he’d already been in Seattle on another errand, he figured he’d give it a shot.
“Have you and Ms. Adair ever dated?”
“We’ve never been more than friends.” If not for Chloe, she wouldn’t have even been that. She was too shallow to be someone with whom he’d seek out a friendship.
“Do you know of anyone who would want to hurt her?”
“No. I didn’t think she had enemies. She seemed to get along with everybody.”
At the end of the hall, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Addy stepped off and approached. The detective gave her a brief glance, then continued his questions. Once finished, he turned to Shelby.
“What about you? What is your relationship with Ms. Adair?”
“Her sister.”
While he jotted her name, address and phone number in his pad, Ryan smoothed Chloe’s curls, so soft against his palm. She lifted her eyes to his. They were green with gold flecks, just like her mother’s. Like her aunt’s, too.
“Are you aware of anyone who’d have wanted to hurt her?”
Ryan watched Shelby’s gaze shift to him before going back to the detective. Uneasiness brushed the edges of his mind.
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“The people who own and manage the club where she worked.”
Ryan’s jaw dropped. “Come on.” The objection slipped out before he could stop it. The woman would resort to anything to get Chloe.
The detective shot him a warning glance. “What club is that?”
“The Satin Cabaret.”
“Why do you believe her employers would want to hurt her?”
“She told me there was something shady going on at the club. She’d seen or heard something. She said if she stumbled on what it was, her life would be in danger.”
“When did she tell you this?”
“Two weeks ago.”
“Did she say what she’d seen or heard?”
“No.”
“Could she have been talking about patrons rather than the owners?”
“Possibly, but that wasn’t the impression I got. Since she said something shady was going on at the club, I assume it’s something the owners are involved in. Or know about, anyway.”
He finished his notes, then looked up. “Anything else you can tell me?”
“Not that I remember.”
“Call if you think of anything.” He handed each of them a card with a case number. “Will one of you be taking the child, or shall I call DSHS?”
Shelby jumped in. “I’m taking her.” She looked at Addy. “Will you continue as Chloe’s nanny?”
Addy nodded. “I go wherever Chloe goes.”
“Good.” Shelby returned her attention to the detective. “I’ll file the necessary paperwork to make it legal. Based on what Mia told me, Chloe’s daddy is out of the picture. I’m expecting him to sign away his parental rights.”
Ryan held up a hand. “With all due respect, even though Ms. Adair is Chloe’s aunt, Chloe has seen her only a handful of times. She needs to be with people she knows, people who love her.”
Fire lit Shelby’s eyes. He wasn’t accusing her of not loving Chloe. But based on the glare he was getting, that was how she’d taken it. “His brother manages the club where my sister worked. His father owns it. These are the people my sister was afraid of.”
“According to you.”
Addy frowned. “Mia told me the same thing.”
“That has nothing to do with me.” Ryan struggled to keep his voice level. “I’m almost finished with twenty years in the Navy. I’ve never been involved in my family’s business.”
Shelby spread her arms, palms up. “We don’t even know that Randall McConnell’s name is on Chloe’s birth certificate. According to Mia, they’ve never been in a committed relationship.”
The detective closed his pad. “Until the courts can sort it out, it makes sense for the child to go with the deceased’s sister.”
Ryan sagged against the hallway wall. How was this happening? After he’d spent countless hours bonding with his niece, how could Chloe’s absentee aunt walk in and lay claim to her?
He’d let it go tonight. He’d lost the initial battle, but not the war. Shelby had said she was filing the necessary paperwork. He would, too. He’d fight her every step of the way.
His brother wasn’t going to be any help. The idiot had gotten himself arrested a week ago. It wasn’t the first time. He’d been able to beat the other charges or accept pleas for reduced sentences. Ryan had warned him—one more time and they’d put him under the jail. Randall hadn’t listened. This time he’d sold heroin to an undercover cop. He probably wouldn’t see freedom for the next fifteen years. Or longer.
This weekend, Ryan would visit and tell him about Mia. There wouldn’t be tears. Men didn’t cry, especially McConnell men. At least, that was what he and Randall had been taught from a young age. Over the past twenty years, Ryan had learned his father was wrong. Sometimes men did cry, even McConnell men.
He turned to Shelby. “Can we exchange phone numbers?” He kept the irritation from his tone. Alienating her further wo
uldn’t do them any good. “I’d like to stay in touch with my niece. I’ll also try to answer any questions you might have.”
After some hesitation, she removed her phone from her purse. “Give me your number.”
As he rattled off the digits, her thumbs flew over her screen. Moments later, his phone buzzed with an incoming text. Time to hand over his niece. He buried his face in her curly copper-colored hair. The faint scent of her shampoo, a combination of strawberries and bananas, wrapped around him. He kissed her again, then tried to untangle her arms from his neck. She tightened her hold.
“Sweetie, you need to go with Aunt Shelby.” The words tasted bitter. Shelby didn’t deserve that title.
Chloe’s eyes filled with tears. “No. Wyan.”
He injected false cheer into his voice. “Uncle Ryan will see you soon.” It was a promise he hoped he could keep.
Chloe began to cry in earnest. As he transferred her into Shelby’s waiting arms, the cries became full-blown wails.
His eyes met Shelby’s. Then he turned and strode toward the elevator. Chloe’s cries followed him, each one shredding his heart.
When he stepped outside, the lingering remnants of daylight had faded to night. He slid into his Equinox and let his head fall back against the seat. In a few minutes, a stranger would walk away with his niece. She’d never be what Chloe needed. When she couldn’t even be bothered to make an occasional visit, how would she make the sacrifices needed to raise an emotionally healthy child?
She wouldn’t.
He heaved a sigh. He should head back to his apartment, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave. Maybe he wanted to catch one more glimpse of his niece before Shelby took her away. Or if he sat there long enough, maybe he’d somehow make sense of the whole messed-up situation.
Addy walked from the building carrying Chloe. Shelby followed behind. She’d already passed off her parenting responsibility. He wasn’t surprised.
They walked to Addy’s Camaro, where Addy fastened Chloe into her car seat in the back. After a short exchange, Shelby walked toward her own vehicle. Her head was down, her shoulders slumped. Sadness wrapped around her like a cloak.
An unwelcome sense of compassion stirred inside him. He wanted to hate her, to view her as the enemy. But that picture wasn’t right. Because upstairs, in that final moment before he’d turned away, her eyes hadn’t held triumph. They’d held pain.
He reached for his keys, which were hanging in the ignition. Behind him, a vehicle roared down the short road that ran past the apartment complex. Someone was blowing right through the posted 25-mile-per-hour speed limit. As he turned the key, Shelby cast a sudden glance back at Addy. His own engine rumbled to life, blending with the roar of the other one. But there was something else, too—a pop, the sharp crack of a vehicle backfiring.
Or a gunshot.
A short distance away, Shelby dove between two cars. Ryan sprang from his vehicle at the same time Addy slipped into the Camaro and slammed the door behind her.
Now he had no doubt. What he’d heard was a gunshot. Had it come from the vehicle that had just sped past?
He dialed 911, then ran toward Addy’s car. First, he’d see to his niece’s safety. Then he’d check on Shelby. The dispatcher came on as he reached the Camaro. Addy was twisted sideways, her upper body lying over the console. Chloe was watching him from her car seat, apparently oblivious.
He spoke into the phone as he swung open the driver door. “There was a shot fired. A drive-by.” That was his assumption, anyway. Addy straightened, her eyes wide, and he lifted a brow at her. She nodded.
“What kind of vehicle?” He repeated to Addy the question he’d been asked.
“Four-door. Older. I don’t know what kind. It’s too dark.”
Shelby approached and stopped to stand next to him. He didn’t take time to acknowledge her presence.
“Color?”
“Dark. Maybe. It’s hard to tell.”
After he relayed the information to the dispatcher, he looked at Shelby. “Did you see anything?”
She shook her head. “I heard the engine rev, but when Addy screamed that someone had a gun, I dove for cover.”
He confirmed their location, then ended the call. The authorities investigating Mia’s murder were still there. So were the people from the medical examiner’s office. But other units would arrive shortly. In the meantime, everyone in the area would be alerted to be on the lookout for an older four-door...something. He heaved a sigh. They didn’t have much to go on.
Shelby crossed her arms in front of her, then ran her hands up and down her jacket sleeves. The temperature had dropped since the sun went down. A shudder ripped through her. “Why?”
Addy lifted one shoulder, then let it fall. “Whoever killed Mia probably thinks you know something.”
“But I don’t.”
“I know that. But they apparently don’t, because when I saw the arm come out the window, that gun was pointed at you.”
The last of the color drained from her face, and she started to teeter sideways.
Ryan grabbed her arm to steady her. “Whoa, easy.”
She tilted her head back, locking those gold-green eyes on him. The vulnerability he saw there punched him in the gut.
She’d neglected her niece, ignored her sister and fought him for Chloe.
But there was no way he’d leave her at the mercy of a ruthless killer.
Copyright © 2019 by Carol J. Post
ISBN-13: 9781488040634
Trail of Danger
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