Love at First Sight Part 14

Denny was silent.

"How are you holding up?" Jack asked.

"All right."

He didn't sound all right.

"That new cop, Marni Phillips, is about Karen's size," Jack said. "Baxter could have her fill in tomorrow night and see who shows."

Jack heard the water draining in the bathroom. Karen would be coming out soon. The thought of her fresh from the tub, her skin rosy and glowing, set a fire in his groin.

"I have to go," he told Denny and turned to find her standing barefoot, her body wrapped in his robe, her damp hair a dark fringe around her glowing face. How much had she heard? The look in her eyes said, enough. enough.

KAREN STARED at her husband, touched by what she'd heard of the conversation. The killer was still on the loose but another man had responded to the ad Jack had told her she'd put in the newspaper. Another meeting had been set. But Jack wanted a female cop to take her place. at her husband, touched by what she'd heard of the conversation. The killer was still on the loose but another man had responded to the ad Jack had told her she'd put in the newspaper. Another meeting had been set. But Jack wanted a female cop to take her place.

"I should be there," she said softly.

He looked a little surprised, then shook his head. "Too dangerous."

"You say you think there's a leak in the police department," she reasoned. "Unless I really show up, then neither will the killer."

He laughed. "Your logic has always scared me."

"That's probably because it's so...logical," she said, laughing as she moved closer. Oh, how she wanted him to make love to her. Forget what the doctor had said. Throw caution to the wind. Just take her, madly, pa.s.sionately.

No, she was definitely not herself. But she liked this new her. And thought she could get used to her. And Jack.

"Jack, I feel so good-" She pressed closer and trembled as her gaze met and held his. "Don't you want to live dangerously?" She saw the answer in his eyes.

He took her upper arms in his large hands and pulled her closer. She thought he planned to kiss her. She knew by the look in his eyes that once he did, he wouldn't be able to stop. They would finally be true honeymooners. She could hardly wait.

But instead of a kiss, he whispered, "Believe me, ever since I met you, I've been living dangerously. More than you know." He swatted her on the behind and moved away from her. "Forget it, Karen. We're going to follow doctor's orders. I refuse to risk your health for-"

She followed his gaze to find that his robe had fallen open exposing a fair amount of her naked body beneath.

With a groan, he headed for the bedroom. "I'm going to get you something to wear."

She smiled after her cop husband. That definitely was not a gun in his pocket.

After she'd dressed in jeans and a sweater-what she'd discovered in her suitcase definitely wasn't much of a trousseau-she found Jack sitting in front of the fire, a frown on his face. She'd glimpsed that same worried look earlier.

"What is it, Jack?" she asked as she joined him on the couch. She curled up next to him and he put his arm around her as if he'd done it a thousand times before. "Is it something you can talk to me about?"

He seemed to hesitate. "It's this friend of mine, actually my partner...." He told her about Liz's bombsh.e.l.l she'd dropped on Denny, about the trip to the grave, about Liz lying about searching for the baby.

When he'd finished, she didn't say anything for a few moments, just sat thinking to herself. "Keeping a secret like that..." she said finally. "Can you imagine what a burden it would be to live a lie that many years? Poor Liz. But I can understand how your friend Denny must feel."

She mulled over everything she'd learned about Denny, Jack, Liz and herself over the days she'd lost. A lot of what she'd heard surprised her. For a woman who seldom got away from her workbench, she'd certainly gotten into a lot of trouble and involved with some interesting people. Jack especially. "The baby is the key," she said emphatically.

He pulled back and seemed to study her as if surprised. "Why do you say that?"

"Because, why would she pretend to look for a baby she knew was buried at the City Cemetery?"

"Maybe she wasn't in her right mind, after the divorce and all," he suggested.

Karen shook her head. "From what you've told me, she was nervous when I had coffee with her. She was upset when I saw her at the hotel with the man in the hallway. And she left me a message on my answering machine indicating she'd found out some things about the man she'd been seeing that had made her angry."

Jack nodded as if all those things would have led him to believe Liz was unstable.

"She sounds like a woman in trouble. I'd try to find out what happened to the baby," she said. "Isn't that what Liz said she was trying to do before she was killed?"

Jack laughed. "Yeah, it was." He drew back to look at her, fascinated by this woman. There was so much more to her than he'd ever imagined when he'd first seen her in the hotel lobby-and he'd been captivated by her even then. "I think you just might have something." The baby definitely added a different dimension to the case. If it was dead, then there would be paperwork, proof. If not... He smiled at her. "You are something else."

She smiled back at him, her eyes warming, her gaze starting a fire in him. "Isn't that why you married me?"

Her words were like a bucket of ice water. He got up and moved away, his right side imprinted with the feel of her.

"What's wrong?" Karen asked behind him.

"This is very hard for me," he said, ready to tell her the truth and suffer the consequences. He hated lying to her. He hated seeing love and trust and desire in her eyes and knowing that it was all a lie.

"Oh, Jack, I'm sorry. I know you want me as much as I want you."

She thought this was about s.e.x?

"I'm not being fair, asking you to make love to me, when all you're trying to do is protect me," she said.

That much was true at least.

His cell phone rang. d.a.m.n, he'd forgotten to turn it off. He'd expected to hear Denny's voice. Or even Baxter's. The one voice he hadn't antic.i.p.ated hearing was Janet Henderson's.

"Jack?"

He felt his heart quicken at the ex-cop's tone. "Janet, what is it?"

"It's Denny. He's been mugged."

Mugged?

"He's in the hospital. He asked me to call you. He said if he called, you wouldn't believe him."

Just Denny crying wolf again. "How badly is he hurt?"

"He's been beaten up pretty bad. He'll be laid up for a while. But I think he's in some mess other than the mugging."

At least that that Jack believed. A coincidence that Karen had been attacked? Then Denny? Both on the same day? Both within hours of each other? Jack thought not. Jack believed. A coincidence that Karen had been attacked? Then Denny? Both on the same day? Both within hours of each other? Jack thought not.

"No one else knows about this," Janet was saying. "He'd like to keep it that way. He's in room 204."

Was Denny afraid that whoever had done this would come after him in the hospital? That didn't sound like Denny. But who knew just how much trouble he was in?

Jack looked over at Karen. Her eyes were wide with concern. He couldn't leave her here alone. Especially on their honeymoon. "We'll be right there," he told Henderson.

CHAPTER TWELVE

They entered through the back way of the hospital. Jack wasn't surprised to find an old high-school friend of Denny's sitting outside his room.

The large man Jack knew only as Bruno the Biker stood as they approached and Jack felt certain Denny would be safe with this man standing guard.

"He wasn't sure you'd come," Bruno the Biker said.

"Sure he was," Jack said and shook the man's hand. Bruno studied Karen for a moment, taking her measure. "This is Karen." Jack hesitated. "My wife."

Bruno lifted a brow, smiled and nodded. "Nice."

"Thanks," Jack said and quickly ushered Karen into Denny's room.

Denny looked as white as the sheets on his hospital bed. A bandage hid most of his dark hair, but his dark eyes missed nothing as Jack and Karen entered.

"You remember Karen," Jack said quickly.

"Hard to forget."

"I'm sorry I don't remember you," she said, extending her hand.

Denny took her hand with a frown, his gaze shifting to Jack's. Jack could tell it hurt Denny to move his head.

"It's a long story," Jack said in answer to the look. "How are you?"

"h.e.l.l of a headache, but other than that... I got to thinking after I talked to you. It just didn't add up. So I did a little digging. I found Liz's ad, the one she ran in the personals last week. I had it in my pocket, but whoever hit me took it and my wallet and left me for dead."

"Most muggers aren't interested in personal ads," Jack commented.

Denny smiled. "My feeling exactly."

"What did the ad say?" Karen asked.

"It was short and sweet. 'On March 11, 1984, I saw you take her. I saw you again yesterday. You recognized me, too. Contact me at once or suffer the consequences.' Liz always did have a way with words."

So the ad hadn't been about finding a lover, secret or otherwise. Maybe Liz really had had been looking for her baby. been looking for her baby.

"Now that I think about it, Liz never said she was sleeping sleeping with the man," Karen said thoughtfully. "She said she had a 'relationship' with the mystery man. I guess I just a.s.sumed he was a lover. Why else had she advertised for him in the paper?" with the man," Karen said thoughtfully. "She said she had a 'relationship' with the mystery man. I guess I just a.s.sumed he was a lover. Why else had she advertised for him in the paper?"

Jack stared at Denny. Had Liz's search always just been for her child? Had the man she met that night at the Carlton been the man who had Denny's daughter?

"Jack told me about the baby," Karen said, moving closer to his bed. "You think the mystery man is the connection to your daughter?"

Denny nodded. "March 11, 1984 was our daughter's birthday. I think she's alive. And he knows where."

Jack worried that Denny and Karen were reading too much into the ad. Mostly, he just hated to see his friend get his hopes up. "If that's true, then we should be able to find proof. There will be paperwork to prove it one way or the other."

Denny shook his head. "I already checked. Joanna Kay Vandermullen was born on March 11, 1984 at 1:57 a.m. and was p.r.o.nounced dead a few minutes later. I found both a birth certificate and death certificate filed at the county courthouse. There is even a record of the purchase of a cemetery plot and a headstone-all signed by Dr. Carl Vandermullen."

End of story. So, why didn't he believe it any more than Denny did? Jack frowned. "What are you saying?"

"It was a home birth." Denny closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them Jack didn't like what he saw there. "Vandermullen had to be in on it."

"In on what?" Jack demanded.

"I don't know," Denny admitted. "But I don't think the baby's dead. I think Liz was actually telling the truth. She was looking for our daughter. I think that's what got her murdered."

"Why would anyone murder her over an adoption?" Jack asked.

"To cover up what they'd done," Karen piped in. "If Denny is right, then Liz and Carl had wanted the world to believe their baby was dead. But at least one other person, the man Liz saw with her baby, knows the truth. I would imagine neither man wants that truth coming out now."

Jack shook his head. He should have known not to bring her. Didn't he realize she'd get involved in this? h.e.l.l, she was already involved. She'd seen the man with Liz. Whoever he was.

"Think about it, Jack," Denny argued. "The baby was born here. Liz met Vandermullen just weeks after breaking up with me, married him and moved to Columbia Falls."

"But Vandermullen kept his house here up in Rattlesnake," Jack pointed out.

"All right," Denny said. "Maybe Liz came back to Missoula to have the baby, hoping Vandermullen wouldn't realize how far along she'd been when she met him. Maybe he followed her. For some reason, she had a home birth."

"Did you ever think she might have come here to tell you about the baby?" Karen suggested.

That stopped them both. Denny stared at her. It was obviously something he hadn't considered. Nor had Jack.

All of it was just speculation, but he had to admit, a lot of it did make him wonder.

"Maybe Vandermullen never even knew the baby was mine," Denny said.

Jack stared at the two of them, a bad feeling in his gut. "Or maybe Vandermullen did did know." know."

They both turned to look at him.

"You think this Dr. Vandermullen wouldn't have wanted the baby if he'd found out it wasn't his?" Karen asked. "That he made her give it up for adoption? Illegally, to hide the truth?"