If Looks Could Kill Aka As Good As Dead Part 17

Sally looked from Reve to Jazzy. "What brings y'all out here?"

"I think you know." Jazzy sat down on the sofa.

"Yeah, I guess I do." She turned to Reve. "Have a seat, gal."

"Thank you." Reve sat beside Jazzy.

Sally walked over to a pile of wood stacked in a rickety old crate, picked up a couple of split logs and carried them over to the cast-iron potbellied stove. After opening the hinged door, she rammed the wood inside and then closed the door. The stove gave off a great deal of heat so the room was toasty warm on this cool autumn day. After wiping her hands on the sides of her faded denim jeans, Sally sat in one of the ragged, slipcovered chairs.

"Reve has hired Griffin Powell to investigate the circ.u.mstances surrounding her adoption," Jazzy told Sally. "She wants to find out who tossed her into that Dumpster in Sevierville. She wants to know who her biological parents are."

Sally pulled a square of tobacco from her shirt pocket, bit off a chunk and began chewing. After a few minutes, she said, "I can think of better ways to spend money than paying that highfalutin private d.i.c.k to meddle in things best left alone."

"Don't you think Reve has a right to know who her birth parents are?"

Sally picked up the coffee tin from the floor beside her chair, brought it to her lips and spit. After wiping her mouth, she narrowed her gaze and glared at Reve. "It seems to me that them Sorrells gave you a mighty good life. I'd think you'd be grateful and not have a hankering to cause other folks trouble."

"For whom am I causing trouble?" Reve asked. "You, Ms. Talbot?"

Sally spit into the can again, then set it on the floor. "I'll tell you what I told my niece. My sister Conine come home to these hills when she was about ready to deliver her baby. She said her husband deserted her, but I figured she weren't never married. She was still calling herself Corrine Talbot. Anyhow, I delivered her baby. A little girl. One little girl. Not two. Not twins. And a few days later, old Doc Webster come up here to see about my sister and the little one. He recorded Jazzy's birth. Nine pounds, seven ounces. She was a big, healthy youngun."

"Aunt Sally, you know that Reve and I are expecting to get the results of our DNA tests back any day now." Jazzy leaned forward, a pleading look in her eyes. "We fully expect the results to show that we're twin sisters. Why won't you tell us the truth?"

Jumping to her feet, the old rawboned woman's ice-blue eyes burned with indignation. "Are you calling me a liar, gal? Me, your own aunt?"

Jazzy shot off the sofa, rushed over to Sally and grabbed her hands. "Now, you listen here, you crazy old woman-I love you. Do you hear me? No matter what, I love you. And nothing will change that fact."

Tears welled up in Sally's eyes. "I didn't know nothing about no other baby. I swear I didn't."

Jazzy squeezed her aunt's hands tightly. "I believe you. Now, please, tell us... tell me the truth. Am I your sister Corrine'sbaby?"

"Ah, h.e.l.l, gal." Sally jerked free of Jazzy's tenacious hold. "I couldn't bear it if you hated me. I just couldn't-"

Sally lumbered to the front door, flung it open and went out onto the porch. Jazzy and Reve exchanged nervous glances, then Jazzy followed her aunt outside. By the time Jazzy reached the porch, Sally had already gone out into the yard and was heading for the woods, both old bloodhounds lumbering along behind her.

"Aunt Sally, wait!"

Ludie came scurrying out of the kitchen, shaking her head and wringing her fat little hands. When Ludie hurried onto the porch, Reve got up and followed her. The old woman grabbed Jazzy's arm just as Jazzy headed down the steps. She stopped, turned and glared at Ludie.

"Leave her be," Ludie said. "She ain't going to tell you nothing right now. Give her time. Wait until you got them test results in your hand to show her."

Jazzy hesitated, then nodded. "What do you know, Ludie? And don't you dare tell me you know nothing."

"I know that Sally's been everything a real ma could have been to you. You're lucky, you know, mighty lucky that she found you and took care of you."

Reve's heartbeat accelerated. Had the old woman said that Sally Talbot had found Jazzy?

"What do you mean she found me?" Jazzy asked.

"I ain't saying no more. It's Sally's place to tell you. Not mine."

"Please, Ludie-"

"All I'll say is this-Sally thought she did the right thing. For you and for her sister Corrine. She didn't know there was another baby. How could she have known?" Ludie glanced back at Reve. "You really was found in a Dumpster over in Sevierville, right?"

"Yes."

Ludie turned back to Jazzy. "You weren't in no Dumpster in Sevierville."

"Are you saying Aunt Sally found me somewhere else, that I'm not Corine's baby?"

"I can't say. I just can't."

Jazzy covered her mouth with both hands, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, she focused on Ludie and said, "Please, if you'll answer just one more question, I promise I won't ask anything else. And I promise that I'll wait to question Aunt Sally again until the DNA test results come back."

"You swear?"

"Yes, I swear."

"What's the question?" Ludie asked.

"Am I Corrine Talbot's child, and if I'm not, what happened to her baby?"

"That's two questions."

"Please, Ludie."

Ludie didn't reply immediately, instead she seemed to be thinking, considering her options. "You love Sally? You'll never walk away and leave her? Not ever? You promise?"

"Oh, Ludie, you know Aunt Sally will always be my family, no matter what."

Ludie nodded. Her keen black eyes settled on Jazzy. "Corrine's baby was a little girl. Tiny little thing. Never'. breathed the first breath. The cord was wrapped around her neck. Sally blamed herself, but I told her it weren't her fault that her sister's baby was born dead."

He had to think of a way to get to Jazzy. The problem was, the woman was never alone. Her lover lived with her, and when he wasn't around at Jasmine's or at Jazzy's Joint, other people were. And to complicate matters, now that her long-lost sister had shown up, she seemed to be stuck to the woman like glue. Besides, there was the added problem of Jazzy being friends with both the sheriff and the chief of police. What if they had shared confidences with her? What if they had warned her someone had already killed one redheaded Cherokee Pointe s.l.u.t?

How could he trick Jazzy into meeting him? Because she knew him, if he just called her up and made an excuse to see her alone, she was bound to tell someone. Calling her was out of the question. There had to be a way of bringing her to him, of luring her into a trap. It was only a matter of time before he figured out what would work, how he could bring Jazzy to him without anyone ever finding out-until it was too late. He had to keep his ident.i.ty a secret.

He'd never faced a challenge such as this. Knowing that this time there would be heightened danger in killing Dinah excited him unbearably.

He'd been watching Jazzy earlier today when he'd had lunch at Jasmine's and she and Reve Sorrell had walked out of the restaurant with Griffin Powell. According to what he'd overheard the waitresses saying, Ms. Sorrell had hired the renowned investigator to search for her birth mother. A crazy thought had gone through his mind when he'd seen the two women together, but he'd quickly vanquished it. It wasn't possible that Jazzy and Reve had any connection to his past.

Think about the future, he told himself, about the pleasure that lies in store,for you. She would be his soon. He would tie the black satin ribbon around her neck and tighten it until she couldn't breathe. He would never forget the look in Dinah's eyes the first time he'd strangled her. She'd thought him incapable of such strength, such boldness. He'd proven her wrong. Sometimes he saw her eyes in his dreams. Staring at him, accusing him.

So long ago and yet it often felt as if the first time had been only yesterday.

Allowing those tormenting memories to take him over, he closed his eyes and recalled ripping off her gown, eager to touch her, to suck her large, round b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Licking his lips, he could still taste the wet sweetness of her nipples. She had fought him, called him names, even laughed at him. But he had managed not to come before he'd rammed into her. But just barely. He'd jumped on top of her and screwed her like crazy. It had been the best f.u.c.k of his life.

Would s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g Dinah while she was in Jazzy's hot, s.e.xy body be as good? If not, only half as good would be good enough.

In his mind, images of Jazzy mixed with his memories of Dinah and soon became one. He lifted a piece of braided satin ribbon out of the drawer and stroked it lovingly.

There had been a tiny gold heart on the black ribbon she wore around her neck. After he'd killed her, he had removed the gold heart and stuck it in his pocket. He still had it, locked away in a safe place.

Standing naked and fully aroused in front of the full-length mirror, he stroked his p.e.n.i.s with the ribbon. Ah, the feel of it. His erection grew harder, stronger, just from the touch of the satin against his flesh. If only he could be with Dinah now, if only he could bury himself deep inside her. He tied the satin ribbon around his jutting s.e.x and slid the ribbon back and forth, all the while thinking of Dinah. Dreaming of killing her again. That gentle friction alone almost made him come. Almost.

Think of killing her, he told himself. Think of thrusting into her hard and f.u.c.king her while she's helpless to stop you.

His hand moved faster and faster. His excitement built to a frenzy.

And then he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. His c.u.m shot out, covering his hand and dampening the braided ribbon still circling his slowly withering p.e.n.i.s.

CHAPTER 16.

Reba met Dodd at an out-of-the-way restaurant in Sevier-ville, hoping they would go unnoticed in the rush of tourists who flocked to the mountains in October, filling hotels, motels and restaurants to capacity. While sitting in her car, waiting for Dodd to arrive, she'd watched the flow of customers arriving and leaving and had felt terribly conspicuous even though no one paid any attention to her. By the time Dodd arrived, exactly at seven-thirty, she was a nervous wreck. How on earth had Jim been able to handle all his affairs, all those clandestine meetings with one mistress after another, not to mention the numerous one-night stands he'd probably had over the years? The answer, of course, was crystal clear. Jim hadn't been burdened by enormous feelings of guilt, while she, on the other hand had a conscience that bothered her greatly. After all, she was a married woman doing the one thing that she had condemned her husband for doing repeatedly during their long, unhappy marriage.

Dodd reached across the table and clasped Reba's hand. Her first instinct was to jerk away from him. After all, they were in a public place. But their booth was at the back of the large restaurant, and no one was particularly interested in an old couple they probably a.s.sumed had been married to each other for ages.

"What's wrong?" Dodd asked. "You're a million miles away."

She looked at him and smiled. Such a dear man. Gentle and kind. And loving in a way Jim had never been. When Dodd merely held her hand, as he was doing now, and gazed tenderly into her eyes, she felt his love for her. In the early years of their marriage, Jim had been an attentive lover and the s.e.x had been quite good. Incredibly good. But all that had changed when Jim, Jr., and Melanie were preschoolers and she had learned about Jim's affair with his then secretary, a woman whose name Reba couldn't even remember now. That woman had simply been the first in a long line of women who had paraded in and out of Jim's life. After that first incident, every time Jim touched her, Reba had cringed, but she'd done her wifely duty and submitted to her husband's s.e.xual needs. But in time, he'd come to her less and less until finally she had requested that they no longer share the same bed. He had protested at first, but eventually he'd moved into a different room. And not once had they ever discussed that decision or the reason that had prompted it.

"Reba!" Dodd called her name loud enough to gain her full attention.

"Oh, Dodd, I'm sorry. My mind really is wandering."

"What's the problem? Is there something I can do to help?"

She squeezed his hand, then eased her hand away and slipped it back into her lap. "Caleb brought Jasmine and Ms. Sorrell to Sunday dinner yesterday." Caleb marrying Jasmine Talbot was a problem, but it wasn't what she'd been thinking about. How could she explain to Dodd that she needed a firm commitment from him before she decided whether or not to end her marriage of more than fifty years? "Caleb has asked Jasmine to marry him and she's accepted. They want a December wedding. And Jim has forbidden me to do anything to interfere. He's afraid that unless we support Caleb's marriage to that woman, we'll lose him."

"I understand how you feel about Jazzy Talbot," Dodd said. "And I hate to ag?ee with Jim, but-"

"She's so unsuitable. She's poorly educated, has no social skills whatsoever and G.o.d only knows how many men she's slept with since she was sixteen and tried to trap Jamie into marrying her by getting pregnant."

"Women like Jazzy have a strange kind of power over men. They can make us act like fools* do the unthinkable, betray our-" Dodd stopped mid-sentence, his face solemn, his eyes misted with tears.

"Dodd?" Reba stared at him, not liking what she was thinking. He spoke as if he knew from personal experience what a bad woman could do to a man. No, absolutely not! She refused to believe that Dodd-her sweet, gentle Dodd- would have ever been involved with a woman like that.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He swallowed several times and refused to make eye contact with her. "I didn't mean to... Now isn't the time."

Reba's pulse quickened. Guilt was written all over Dodd's face. She couldn't believe it, but the truth was there in his expression. "Please tell me that you didn't... I thought you loved Beth Ellen more than anything. I thought you two were very happy."

With his head hung in shame, Dodd responded. "I did love her. More than life itself. And we had a good marriage, a happy marriage, until the day she died."

"Then I don't understand."

"Please, can't we let this go... for now?"

"How can I let it go? If you were unfaithful to your wife, then I have a right to know."

"Yes, you do have a right to know. And I intended to tell you, but just not tonight."

Every nerve in Reba's body tensed. "Tell me. Make me understand."

"It was years ago. I was young and stupid. So stupid."

"You had a mistress?" Was Dodd really no different from Jim? Were all men lying, cheating wh.o.r.emongers?

"No!" He looked at her then, his gaze begging her for understanding. "It was over thirty years ago. Beth Ellen had found out she could never have a child and she lost interest in..." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "... s.e.x. It had been over six months since we'd... I was a young, healthy man. I wanted my wife, but she wouldn't let me touch her."

"So you found another woman who would let you touch her." Despite her best efforts, Reba couldn't keep the disappointment and disapproval out of her voice.

"I'm ashamed of what I did. I-I went to Knoxville." Dodd hurriedly scanned the tables and booths nearest them, then, keeping his voice low, continued his explanation. "I went through an escort service."

"Are you talking about-?" Reba couldn't bring herself to say the word aloud.

"I went to Knoxville almost weekly and used the services of prost.i.tutes for nearly a year. At first there were different women, but then..." He hung his head again.

"Then what?"

Slowly lifting his head, he looked directly at Reba. His eyes were filled with heavy tears. "I became infatuated with one girl in particular."

"Define infatuated."

"At the time, I thought I was in love with her."

Reba felt as if someone had hit her in the stomach and knocked the air out of her.

"Did-did Beth Ellen ever know?" Or was she luckier than I've been? Reba thought. Maybe Dodd's wife never knew about the prost.i.tutes or about that one prost.i.tute in particular. Sometimes Reba wished she'd never known about Jim's other women. What was that old saying? Ignorance is bliss.

"Yes, Beth Ellen knew. I told her. I confessed everything and begged her to forgive me."

"And she did."

Dodd nodded. "I never betrayed her again. I swear. And I'd never betray you, Reba. I'm very much in love with you. You must know-" "

Reba held up her hand to stop him. "Please, don't say any more. Not tonight. I-I need time to think. I'm going to leave now. Please don't call me. When I'm ready to see you again, ready to talk, I'll call you."

When she slid out of the booth, Dodd stood and they faced each other for several moments. She knew he wanted to put his arms around her, to touch her, but she stood stiffly, her body language warning him to keep his distance.

"While you're thinking, consider this-I love you," he told her. "I want more than an affair with you."