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A Counsel of Death, page 1
A Counsel of Death
J.J. Cagney
Sidecar Press, Inc.
Contents
A Counsel of Death
Dedication
1. Cici
2. Sam
3. Sam
4. Sam
5. Sam
6. Cici
7. Cici
8. Cici
9. Cici
10. Sam
11. Cici
12. Cici
13. Cici
14. Sam
15. Sam
16. Sam
17. Sam
18. Cici
19. Cici
20. Sam
21. Sam
22. Cici
23. Cici
24. Cici
25. Cici
26. Cici
27. Cici
28. Cici
29. Cici
30. Sam
31. Cici
32. Cici
33. Sam
34. Cici
35. Cici
36. Sam
37. Cici
38. Cici
39. Sam
40. Sam
41. Cici
42. Sam
43. Cici
Thank You!
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by J.J. Cagney
A Counsel of Death
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A Reverend Cici Gurule Mystery, Book 6
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By J. J. Cagney
Copyright © 2021 by J. J. Cagney
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This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, things, living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
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Editor: Colleen Wagner
Proofreading by: Charity Chimni
Cover & Photography by Moonstruck Cover Design & Photography moonstruckcoverdesign.com
Dedication
For Carol. There are few people who are more knowledgeable about murder and mayhem. I so appreciate your insights.
1
Cici
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
― George Eliot
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Death claimed more than living beings. Sometimes relationships died. And, while Cici had waffled on whether or not to engage her father more fully, she had to admit the idea of him in federal prison left her even less sure of pursuing a relationship.
These thoughts whispered through her mind as Sam packed for his upcoming trip to Scottsdale to scope out her father’s law firm. He tucked a pair of dress socks under the same-colored dress slacks, his capable hands moving with economical, precise movements before he reached up to push back his dark hair from his forehead. His hair had grown quickly, almost too long for the federal law enforcement aesthetic.
“Do you think Jeannette’s ready for this trip?” she asked.
Sam’s lips flattened at the mention of his partner. He sighed as he pushed the luggage toward the end of the bed so that he could be closer to Cici.
His gunmetal gaze held hers as she leaned back against the headboard, pillows tucked behind her back, legs drawn up and chin resting on her knees. Sam had brought the gray sheets over to her place after their whirlwind wedding two weeks ago. She glanced down at the rings on her finger, mouth drying at the sight.
She’d married the man she’d always wanted, but the wedding had come at a steep cost, not just to Sam and her but to Jeannette and Marietta, the young girl who’d survived the brutal kidnapping days before both Jeannette and Cici had also been targeted and abducted. As delighted as she was with her current state, Cici worried over the struggles so many of those near her continued to face.
Sam picked up her left hand, straightening her engagement ring and placing a kiss over it. His face softened as he did so, his eyes warm when he met hers.
“No, I don’t think so, but she’s not willing to listen to me. Did you have any luck?”
Cici turned her hand over and slid her fingers between his. “No. She refused to discuss what happened.”
Sam’s eyes hardened. “If she doesn’t deal, she may end up worse off.”
Cici nodded. “That’s what I told her.”
“Let me guess—her response was even worse.”
“You’re right. She told me to shove it and walked out. Jeannette’s stubborn.”
“She was also married to Bresdeen. I can’t believe she kept that from me.” Sam grimaced. “I mean, we dated.”
Cici pulled her hand back, her stomach souring. While she liked Jeannette, she didn’t like the idea of Sam sharing Jeannette’s bed. Or sharing moments like this with the woman. Jeannette and Sam were already thrown together most of the day—more time than Cici would get to spend with him over the next few weeks as Sam investigated her father.
Her sour stomach rolled, and she balled her fists.
“Sorry,” Sam said, the left side of his mouth twitching.
“Why? Because you brought up your past? I know you had an intimate relationship with Jeannette.”
He cursed under his breath. “Doesn’t mean I need to throw it in your face.”
“No,” Cici said, amusement building under the rancid layer of jealousy. “I’d appreciate it if you’d stop.”
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said.
“Good. Because I don’t like thinking about you two together like that, especially with this weeks-long trip looming and her fragile emotional state.”
Sam stumbled back, eyes wide. “You can’t think I’d do something with her.” His jaw tightened as he rose. His movements were jerky as he set in another pair of socks.
“No, I don’t think you’d sleep with her again,” Cici said, her tone much calmer than she felt inside. “But it is challenging to have my new husband of less than two weeks heading off for I don’t know how long with his ex-lover while I stay here.”
“I told you why you can’t join us—”
Cici splayed her hands on the soft sheets. “I know. You’re investigating my father, and I might do something to tip him off.” She sighed and closed her eyes. “This is an awfully big ask of my trust, Sam.”
He paused, and the silence seemed to build around them, pushing closer, suffocating her.
“It shouldn’t be.”
“Oh really? So it’s not like there’s an imbalance of power in this marriage right now?”
“Cee—”
She rose from the bed, cursing the walking cast she still wore. She snapped at her two Great Pyrenees, who lifted their large fluffy white heads from where they lay against their paws. “Last trip outside for the night,” she told them.
Sam didn’t bother to follow her as she let the dogs out, which made her concerns grow. She brushed her teeth and washed her face before retracing her steps to the back door. At the sight of Sam’s packed suitcase there, she leaned her head against the door and shut her eyes. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and the worry mixed with the jealousy, building and cresting in noxious waves.
“I just let them back in…” His voice stopped when he rounded the corner into the kitchen.
She didn’t bother to raise her head as the weight of Sam’s choice settled heavily on her.
He came forward and rested his hands on her shoulders, the warmth of his palms seeping into her tight muscles.
For a brief, fleeting moment before reality had returned, she’d had everything she wanted: Sam had married her in front of her congregation because he loved her, not her sister and not Jeannette. But already the edges of that commitment were being tested, and she didn’t know how to stop the jealousy or fear…or the looming dread that something much, much worse was coming.
“I’m trying,” Sam said, his breath warm against her neck, causing her to shiver. “I’m really trying to understand how you must feel about all of this. There have been a lot of emotional blows. But…Cee…it hurts me when you question my commitment to you. I expect you to have more faith in me.”
She pressed her forehead harder against the door, squeezing her eyes closed even tighter. “It’s an untenable position for us both. You want this job, and Bresdeen is asking you to investigate my father. But…do you have to partner with Jeannette? That’s eating at me, Sam. And it has nothing to do with my belief in you. It’s…it’s you throwing your relationship with her back in my face, flaunting it while leaving me.”
Her breath hitched on a sob she managed to smother. He slid his hands off her shoulders, and she curled further inward, not liking how cold and small she felt.
Next thing she knew, she was in Sam’s arms as he strode back toward the bedroom.
“You, Cecilia Gurule Chastain, need to listen better,” he grumbled. “Because I’m telling you as plainly as I can that I love you. I made a commitment tying my life to you. No one else.”
His heart raced under her cheek.
“You need to stop going on assignments with your ex that implicate my family,” she shot back, eyes still closed.<
He made a sound deep in his throat that rumbled through his chest and into her ear. “I didn’t get a choice—”
“You could have said no to the position.”
“No, I couldn’t, because getting to you in Chaco Canyon was paramount, and this…this damn trial to our relationship was part of that package.”
He settled her back against the pillows but remained hovering over her.
“I don’t want to go, to be part of this investigation either, Cici.” He brushed his thumb down her cheek. “That’s what I need you to hear. Just as I need you to understand I would have done anything—anything—to make sure I got you out of Chaco alive.” His gunmetal-blue eyes bore into hers. “This is my payment, my penance, for that choice. I don’t regret making it, because you’re here now. And even though I hate that you’re angry and jealous and hurt, you’re here, with me, which is so much better than the alternative.” He pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes sliding closed. “Please. Have some faith in me, in our marriage. In my love for you. It’s never faltered before—”
She ran her fingers through his hair. “We’ve never been tested like this before.”
“Haven’t we? What about all those years I pushed you away?”
Her lips pulled down in a pout. “I didn’t like you dating those women. Especially Jeannette.”
“And I didn’t like you with Lyndon or the guy before, or the guy before.” He sighed, his mouth tightening. “I might have screwed up a lot of things, mainly out of fear, but I’m not going to screw this up with you now. And I won’t let you torpedo us either.”
He must have seen the rising resentment on her face, because he pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that surprised her with its intensity. Emotions shimmered through his lips, his muscles—Sam was doing his best to express his feelings, too.
But morning still came, all too soon.
And Sam left her again.
Alone.
2
Sam
Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
― George Eliot
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Sam settled into the driver’s seat with a long, painful sigh that did little to ease the tension headache beginning at the base of his skull. He started the engine and began the drive to the Albuquerque Sunport.
Jeannette remained quiet, her gaze set on the cars in front of them. After fifteen minutes or so, she shifted so that she faced him.
“This is going to be hard on her,” Jeannette said. “You leaving so soon. And with me.”
“You think?” Sam snapped.
“I know that you totally screwed up your time with her.”
Something in her tone caused Sam to turn to look at her. Jeannette met his gaze, hers combative, but her lips turned down at the corners, and a layer of sadness seemed to sift over her shoulders.
“You asked for me, specifically, to join you on this case, Jeannette. That was part of the deal for me to go with you to Chaco, or have you forgotten?”
She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowed dangerously. “Don’t make this my fault. You agreed.”
“You used my emotions against me.”
“Well, maybe that’ll teach you to have any.” She turned with a huff and faced forward.
“That’s the best you’ve got? You, who had an affair with the big boss man?”
“You know very well that I was married to Bresdeen. Cici told me that she told you.”
“She did. But only because Bresdeen told her it was okay.”
She snorted. “I wasn’t disparaging your glorious and perfect bride, Chastain, so calm down. I was simply pointing out that you didn’t figure it out—she did.”
“You let me flail on that, too,” he said. He repositioned his hands on the steering wheel, trying not to grip it so hard that he lost feeling in his fingers. Getting to Albuquerque safely might prove more difficult than he’d expected.
“So, that’s my fault, too? It’s not like you told me you held a secret flame for the pastor.”
Sam sucked in a breath and exhaled slowly. “Is this how it’ll be, working with you?” he asked, his voice low and soft. “Because I don’t think I can cope with weeks of your hostility.”
“I’m not hostile,” Jeannette said. She groaned, palming her face as she tilted her head back. “I’m so damn hostile. I’m just…I’m angry at everyone and everything.”
Sam waited. This was the first time Jeannette had spoken of the attack on her last month.
“I’m angry at you for being too slow to stop him. I’m angry at Cici for managing to save herself and me but not until…” Her voice filled with emotion, and Sam glanced over, unsurprised to see her chin quiver and her fists clench. “And I’m angry with Bresdeen for telling her about my past. I’m angry with…with…”
As she trailed away, Sam felt sympathy well up. “I imagine those are all very normal responses.”
“I don’t like being angry,” Jeannette said in a small voice.
That concession, her drawing inward, was so atypical to her normal, forceful personality that Sam felt a sense of foreboding. He shifted his jaw, unsure what to say. Cici would know, but this… Jeannette was a victim, and he’d dealt with sexual violence before. But she was also his partner, someone he respected. Someone he knew intimately.
And…cue awkwardness.
“You’re processing. You’re dealing.”
“Not well.”
“Why do you think they make us see shrinks after bad cases? No one processes well. Anyone who says they do is lying. Total bullshit.”
Jeannette sat up straighter in the car seat, thrusting her shoulders back, lifting her chin. She transformed from wounded to self-assured firebrand. Except, the transition appeared more like bravado. Sam wished Cici were there. She’d know what to say to fill the oppressive silence.
“Forget I mentioned anything. Preferably, forget this whole conversation,” Jeannette said. She shifted, crossing her legs and settling her clasped hands in her lap. “Please.”
“Sure.” Sam kept his tone easy. “But, hey, you’re not the only one with frustrations. I wasn’t given a choice in my next case or the opportunity to spend the time with Cici I was promised.”
Jeannette shrugged. “Being elite comes with a high price. That’s why you get the big rewards.”
She meant the worst criminals, but locking up the scum of the earth didn’t seem like a fair trade—definitely not one he would have made had he been given the choice. And the risk to Cici, to Jeannette, especially in this last case, had been damned high.
“You heard Bresdeen’s briefing this morning. He wants us to have the element of secrecy.”
Sam’s hands tightened more on the steering wheel. He kept his gaze forward, fixed on the brake lights of the car in front of him.
“For the record, I don’t want to be on this case,” he ground out. “Also for the record, the fact that you insisted I stay on it makes me furious.”
Jeannette shifted again. “I know.”
They entered the long-term parking garage, and Sam tried not to let his spirits sink as he parked the vehicle.
“Which is why I’m seriously considering resigning, effective immediately.”
Panic flared in Jeannette’s eyes. “You can’t be serious,” she exclaimed. “I can’t do this without—” She smoothed back her hair. “I get that this is hard for you, but…” She sighed. “I need you on this one, Sam.”
