Desperate acts, p.2
Desperate Acts, page 2
Lia jerked, as if she’d just touched a live wire. And that was what it felt like as the shock zigzagged through her.
“What bridge railing?” She had to force the words past her stiff lips.
Wayne was thankfully oblivious to her tension. Like any teenage boy, he rarely noticed anything that didn’t affect him directly.
“The one over the railroad tracks.”
“The railroad bridge,” she breathed, battling back the image that had haunted her for the past fifteen years. “I thought the whole area was closed off while they put in new railway tracks.”
“It is. That’s why they were there. It’s a perfect time to sled down that steep hill without worrying about a train coming by and squashing them.”
Lia shook her head. Both Drew and Cord had to be eighteen, or close to it. They were seniors, after all. But neither bothered to use their brains. Assuming they had one.
“So what happened?”
“Drew said he hit an icy patch that threw him off his sled and he rolled into a ditch next to the tracks. That’s when he saw something under a bunch of old branches.”
Lia shoved away her opinion of Drew and Cord. Right now, nothing mattered but the wild claim they’d made.
“And you’re absolutely certain they found a body?”
“I can show you.”
Lia took an instinctive step backward, as if he was about to pull a rotting corpse out of his pocket.
“What?”
Wayne held up the phone that was a constant fixture in his hand. “I had to see for myself.”
“You went down to look at the body?”
“Of course.” He swiped his finger over the screen, seemingly searching for something. “Nothing ever happens in this town. I wasn’t going to miss the one nanosecond of excitement.” He turned the phone around, a hint of pride on his narrow face. “Even if it was a little gruesome.”
Lia glanced at the screen, realizing he’d pulled up a photo. She sent him a sharp glance.
“You took pictures?”
“Yep. And I posted them on my Instagram account. I’m hoping they’ll go viral.”
“Wayne.”
He hunched his shoulders in a defensive motion. “Like I said, It’s my one nanosecond of excitement. And it’s not hurting anyone. Whoever the skeleton belongs to is dead and gone.” He continued to hold out the phone. “Look.”
Lia didn’t want to look. She wanted to scurry back to her office and shut the door. Maybe then she could pretend it was just another day. A regular, boring day like every other regular, boring day.
A strange compulsion, however, had her leaning forward, studying the image Wayne had enlarged. Her gaze went immediately to the skull that peeked out of a layer of ice. It didn’t look real. Instead, it appeared to have been carved from aged ivory, with empty eyes sockets that were shadowed, as if hiding unbearable secrets, and perfectly intact teeth that appeared too large and weirdly threatening. With a shudder, Lia forced her gaze to take in the rest of the skeleton. Or at least what was visible.
The upper torso was covered by what appeared to be a weathered leather jacket. She hissed, enlarging the picture until she could see the gold badge that had dulled over the years but remained unmistakable.
“Oh my God.” Lia pressed a hand to her heaving stomach. Any hope of returning to her office and acting as if everything was normal was replaced with a burning urgency to take some sort of action. She didn’t know exactly what that action was going to be, but she couldn’t sit around and do nothing. “I need you to cover the store for an hour or so,” she muttered.
“Okay.” Wayne climbed onto the stool behind the cash register. “But if you want to take a look at the skeleton, it’s too late. The mayor is there and he won’t let anyone near the place. He’s such a jerk.”
Lia bit her lip. The mention of the mayor jolted her sluggish brain. That was what she needed to do. Speak with a law official. Unfortunately, Zac Evans, who’d proven to be an outstanding sheriff, had left Pike a week earlier to take his wife on an overdue honeymoon. He refused to tell them where he was going, only that it involved a cruise ship and that he was shutting off his phone and refusing to think about work until after the holidays.
Good news for him. Awful news for her.
For now, Pike was without a full-time sheriff, and until Zac returned, the local mayor was filling the position. Tate Erickson was barely capable of performing his duties as mayor, let alone taking on the sheriff ’s job.
Still, what choice did she have?
“I’ll be back later.” She scurried to the back of the narrow building, using the private staircase to head up to the apartment above the store.
It was a wide-open space arranged with a living room and kitchen and bedroom with an attached bathroom. The furniture hadn’t changed since her mother moved out. The leather couch and chairs were worn and sagging in places, but they were comfortable, and that was all that mattered. Grabbing her purse, Lia slid a heavy parka over her casual jeans and bright red sweater before pulling on a thick stocking hat. She’d cut her strawberry-blond hair into a short, pixie style that was easy to take care of but did nothing to keep her warm. Then, heading back down the narrow staircase, she left the building to climb into the SUV with PORTER GROCERIES painted on the side. Once a month she delivered groceries to the customers who were housebound.
Driving out of the alley, she turned away from the center square and headed toward the outer road. The streets were slick from the most recent snowfall, but she was too impatient to creep along at a cautious pace. She slid past the old drive-in, where the framework of bare wood from the screen had managed to survive. Next to it was an indoor skating rink that hadn’t been so lucky. It had collapsed years ago. Farther on was the bowling alley, which had been converted into a charity shop.
At last, she turned onto a narrow path that led toward the rolling fields that surrounded Pike and drove until she reached a curve in the road. She parked the SUV and switched off the engine. Ahead, she could see the barricades that had been put up along with glowing yellow police tape. A shiver raced through her as she watched the thin plastic flap in the stiff breeze.
Climbing out of the vehicle, Lia headed toward the short, heavyset man in a brown uniform standing guard against the gathering crowd.
Anthony was the same age as Lia and had been a sheriff ’s deputy for several years. He’d never been overly ambitious in school. He was the kid who sat in the back so he could sleep. At least, when he bothered to show up for school. Most days he skipped to go hunting or fishing. But she assumed that he was decent at his job.
She halted directly in front of the man. “Hey, Anthony. Is the mayor here?”
“Unfortunately.” He nodded toward the steep bank behind him that led down to the railroad tracks. “He’s down there.”
“I need to talk to him.”
“Can’t. He’s busy right now.”
“This is important.”
“Sorry, but it’s going to have to wait.”
“Anthony—”
The deputy held up a pudgy hand, interrupting her protest. “Trust me, Lia, this isn’t the time.” He glanced over his shoulder, making sure the mayor wasn’t lurking behind him. “Erickson’s been pissy since he became a fill-in for the sheriff, but today he’s off the charts. He’s been storming and stomping around ever since he caught sight of the skeleton. I assume he finally realized that being sheriff is more than getting free coffee at the diner.”
Lia ground her teeth, not bothering to argue. Anthony might not have displayed ambition when he was young, but he’d always been stubborn as a mule. There was no point in beating her head against a brick wall.
“Thanks.”
Turning away from the barrier, Lia stepped off the pathway and headed toward the snow-packed ridgeline. There was more than one way to get down to the tracks.
“Lia!”
Lia halted at the sound of her name being called out, glancing to the side to see a woman hurrying toward her.
Bailey Evans was Lia’s best friend, and the sheriff ’s cousin. She was thin with brown hair pulled into a messy bun on top of her head. She was currently wearing a thick coat, but as usual she’d forgotten a hat and her gloves. Bailey was a fantastic caregiver at the local nursing home, but she could be remarkably absentminded. As if she was so occupied with tending to others that she didn’t have time to worry about herself.
“Did you hear the news?” Bailey asked, halting next to Lia.
“Just that they found a skeleton.”
“It’s thrilling, isn’t it? Horrible, of course.” The flecks of gold in Bailey’s dark eyes sparkled with eager curiosity, her cheeks flushed. “But absolutely thrilling.”
Lia hid her grimace. She couldn’t blame Bailey for being excited. Although Pike had endured more than its fair share of murders over the past five years, there was something morbidly intriguing about a mysterious death.
“Do they know who it is?”
“I don’t think so.” Bailey wrinkled her nose. “Tate is being more of an ass than usual. I miss Zac.”
Lia sighed. “Who doesn’t? He’s the only decent sheriff we’ve had since Rupert retired.” Lia was still in school when Rupert Jansen was forced to leave his position after being shot on the job, but everyone knew he’d been legendary. “Did Tate say anything?”
“He told me to keep my nose out of his business.” Bailey made a sound of disgust. “Idiot. I’m the town gossip. My nose belongs in everyone’s business.” She glanced toward the nearby field, which was crammed with emergency vehicles. “I did hear one of the EMTs call it a ‘her’ when they loaded the body bag into the ambulance. Other than that, it’s a complete mystery.”
“A woman,” Lia breathed.
“I’ve been trying to imagine who it could be.” Bailey reached up to push back her thick hair, which was being tossed by the breeze. “I don’t know any missing women. Not unless you count my Aunt Misty, who traveled to Paris thirty years ago and never came home. Really, who could blame her? Sipping café au lait in a cute little bistro certainly beats sucking down a cup of joe in a local dive, am I right?”
Usually Lia would smile at Bailey’s chatter. The fact that they were complete opposites was what made their relationship so much fun. This morning, however, she was too tense to appreciate her friend’s humor.
“It could be one of Jude’s victims,” she pointed out.
Bailey’s amusement died at the mention of the monster who’d lived in Pike nearly thirty years before.
“That was my first thought as well. There’s always a chance that one slipped through the cracks,” she agreed, her tone doubtful. “But Zac was pretty certain they’d located all of them. Otherwise, he would never have left town.”
It did seem doubtful. Zac had spent endless months searching through the stacks of evidence left behind by the serial killer. If there’d been any hint of a missing victim, he would never have closed the case.
Which meant the woman she’d seen that night hadn’t been fleeing a madman. At least not a madman who’d already faced justice. Honestly, that only made things worse.
“I need to talk to Tate,” she muttered.
Without warning, Bailey reached out to grasp her arm. “I wouldn’t if I were you.”
“Why not?”
“He not only snapped at me. The jerk.” Her jaw tightened at the memory. “He’s been on a rampage with everyone, including the deputies. Last I heard, he was screaming about ‘crime scenes’ and ‘preservation of clues.’ I’m guessing he’s been watching reruns of Law & Order. Or, more likely, The Andy Griffith Show. He certainly has a Barney Fife vibe.”
Lia bit her lower lip. She hated confrontations. It didn’t mean she didn’t have a spine. She could be ruthless when necessary. But she preferred to avoid messy arguments. Maybe she should wait until . . .
No. Lia squared her shoulders. The last time she’d decided to avoid revealing what she’d seen, a woman obviously had ended up dead. She wasn’t going to risk letting anything bad happen again. Not if revealing the truth could prevent it.
“He’ll just have to scream,” she said in grim tones. “I need to talk to him.”
“Fine.” Bailey nodded, easily sensing Lia’s determination. Still, she kept a tight grip on her arm. “Don’t forget we’re having a Friends of Pike meeting Tuesday night. We need to discuss the Fourth of July festival. Jolene already sent me an email.” Bailey rolled her eyes. Jolene was married to Tate Erickson. Her position as the mayor’s wife meant she considered herself an authority on everything Pike. Or what she envisioned Pike should be. And while Tate possessed a brash, outgoing sort of charm that had allowed him to keep getting reelected for the past twenty years, Jolene was just the opposite. She was a soft-spoken woman with deep dimples and a cloud of blond hair. But in her own way she was just as ruthless. She used her supposedly fragile health to avoid unpleasant confrontations or to manipulate others into giving in to her every demand.
“Now what does she want?” Lia asked.
“She suggested that we replace the greased pig run with an afternoon tea and cakewalk. She’s afraid we might get in trouble with the PETA people.” Bailey did more eye-rolling. “As if anyone would know what’s happening in Pike. We can barely interest the locals in noticing the events, let alone attract the attention of anyone else.”
“I doubt PETA would be showing up to complain,” Lia agreed. “But then again, I’m not opposed to getting rid of the greased pig. It’s kind of disgusting.”
“Agreed, but it’s been a part of the Fourth of July celebrations for a hundred years. The rest of the committee is going to have a cow.” Bailey heaved a sigh. “Greased pigs and cows. That’s my life.”
Lia managed a small smile of encouragement. “I’ll be there.”
“Thanks, Lia.” Bailey gave Lia’s arm a squeeze before dropping her hand and stepping back. “I can always depend on you.”
Lia swallowed a sigh as she turned away. That was her. Dependable Lia.
* * *
Tate was frantically pulling aside the dead branches and chunks of frozen snow that were piled near the skeleton. He ignored the destruction of his expensive leather gloves. Jolene was going to bitch when he went home and she saw them, but what the hell? If it wasn’t his gloves, she’d find something else to bitch about. She was nothing if not consistent. And right now, he didn’t have time to worry about anything except making sure there was nothing around he didn’t want found.
When he’d first gotten the call that a bunch of boys had found a skeleton by the railroad tracks, he’d been more annoyed than concerned. This sheriff thing was a short-term gig. Just until Zac Evans returned to Pike. He assumed it would be an easy way to add an accomplishment to his résumé as mayor. It was never too early to start thinking about his reelection. And claiming he’d stepped in as sheriff to keep his citizens safe was going to make a great headline. He hadn’t anticipated having to climb through the ice and snow to look at a bunch of stupid bones. And certainly not on his day off.
Reluctantly, he’d wrangled into layers of thick clothing and pulled on a pair of heavy boots. Then, driving to the location, he’d slipped and cursed his way down the steep incline to where a group of gawkers were gathered around the bones.
He’d been on the point of ordering one of his deputies to take charge of removing the skeleton when he’d caught a glimpse of gold on the faded leather jacket.
It was a badge. One he recognized.
His chest tightened and his mouth went dry, and just for a horrifying second, he feared he was having a heart attack. This couldn’t be happening. Not after all these years.
Forcing himself to step forward, Tate ordered everyone to leave, including his own deputies. Unfortunately, the police photographer continued taking pictures of the scene, while the EMTs fussed and argued over the best means of removing the bones without disturbing evidence. Tate was ready to scream in frustration before he was finally alone.
Now he searched for a purse or briefcase or a computer memory stick that might have survived. Anything that might reveal why the woman had been in Pike.
Rolling aside a large rock, Tate was abruptly interrupted by the sound of boots crunching through the thin layer of ice. Muttering a curse, he spun around to confront the young woman who was closer than he expected. Dammit. Had she seen him scrambling through the brush?
“No one is allowed down here,” he barked out. “How many damned times do I have to say it?”
Lia Porter acted as if she hadn’t heard him, continuing forward until she was standing just a few inches from where the body was found.
“I have some information.”
Tate frowned. Lia was thirty. Give or take a year. He had a vague memory of handing her a diploma when she’d graduated. Too young to have any actual information. At least none that could affect him.
“I don’t care if you have the Holy Grail,” he retorted, his tone harsh. “Not now.”
“It’s about the skeleton you found.”
A small niggle of concern wormed its way through Tate’s heart. Maybe he should find out what she knew.
“Make it quick.”
Lia licked her lips. “I think I saw her the night she died.”
Tate hissed in shock. “What?”
Lia glanced up the steep hill, her gaze locked on the nearby bridge.
“Fifteen years ago I was walking home from a party in the middle of the night and I saw a woman up there.”
Tate forced himself to take a deep breath. No need to panic. “You risked contaminating my crime scene to tell me that you stumbled home drunk in the middle of the night fifteen years ago and thought you’d seen something in the pitch dark?”
