Out Of Focus: An Adams Grove Novel Part 7

He often teased her about her strong beliefs in lucky signs. But her superst.i.tions had played in his favor when they'd been dating, so who was he to complain? Her quirky ideas were part of what made him love her so much.

"Don't worry," he said. "I'm on it."

Von closed the phone and headed to his SUV. The keys dangled from the ignition. One of the nice things about living all the way out in Pungo was the low crime rate. No reason to lock up.

He drove along the winding road toward Kasey's place...and Nick's. He'd always remember it as their place, together, even though Nick was gone. As he neared the house, he saw Kasey's old Porsche in the driveway. He pulled in and parked behind her car. Out of habit, he skimmed his hand over the hood as he walked past. The metal was cool. She'd probably been here all morning.

Von rapped on the back screen door, and waited for her to answer.

He was no stranger to this house. Over the years, when he and Nick were growing up, Nicks' granddaddy had lived here. Nick and Von had spent many weeks on this farm, in this very house. He opened the screen door and rapped on the wooden door.

No sound came from inside.

He twisted the handle, opened the door and stepped inside. "Kasey, it's me, Von. Are you around?"

No answer.

He walked through the house, pausing at the sight of Nick's cowboy hat atop the rack of the sixteen-point trophy buck hanging on the wall. Nick's first buck. That thing had been around for years. He and Nick had hung it on the wall in their first rental back in college. They'd decorated it with a hat and black sungla.s.ses and called him Buck Blue, the third Blues Brother. They'd sung Soul Man into beer bottles under that deer head many a night.

Von followed a beeping sound to the answering machine. The LED indicator flashed eighteen new messages. Knowing Riley, the last ten were from her. He slid the switch on the side and silenced the incessant beeping.

He checked every room downstairs, then went upstairs. The wood creaked under his weight. He gripped the heavy oak banister as he climbed the steep stairs and found the bedroom door halfway open.

"Kasey?" He pushed open the door. Balled up tissues littered the floor and comforter. He noticed a couple of V8 juice cans in the trash. Not even a V8 could straighten you out after the kind of loss she had suffered. He'd been there. He wouldn't wish that feeling on anyone. Apparently this was where she'd spent the bulk of her time, but she wasn't here.

Her car was outside. She had to be somewhere close by.

Maybe she's driving Nick's T-Bird.

Memories of how much Nick had loved that car clouded his thoughts as he left the house and walked across the pasture to the barn. Nick and Kasey used to cruise around, and she'd mouth those famous words, I love you, like Suzanne Somers in the movie American Graffiti.

Von unlatched the pole gate that led to the big red barn. The antique T-Bird was parked in a garage next to it, untouched.

He walked over to the barn door and slid it wide. Light flooded the vast s.p.a.ce. Dust danced in the sunrays and thick cobwebs shimmered in the sunlight.

A rhythmic thump echoed through the large building.

"h.e.l.lo?" No one answered, but the thumping picked up pace.

Inside he caught a glimpse of Dutch sprawled beneath the ladder that led to the loft. He whimpered as Von got closer, but didn't get up.

"Are you okay, buddy?" He patted his leg. Dutch stood, but wouldn't leave the ladder. "What's the matter boy?"

He lifted his nose in the air and let out a long low howl like a beagle howl.

"What are you doing out here?" The dog pushed his nose under Von's hand. "Where's Kasey?"

Dutch shook his head, his heavy ears flopping, and yawned.

Von stooped next to the dog and scanned the barn. "Know where Kasey is?" Dutch was over ten years old now, his muzzle gray. He didn't get around as quickly as he once had, but he was smarter than some men Von knew. Dutch seemed to point his nose up the ladder to the loft.

"Kasey." Von climbed the ladder to the loft. It was dark with the exception of a few slivers of light peeking through loose boards. Square bales filled the s.p.a.ce. Alfalfa. He recognized the smell.

He swished his hand overhead, grabbed for the string to the bulb that he knew was there and tugged. In the dull yellow glow, he noticed a dark lump on top of a stack of hay bales.

He raced to the end of the barn.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he thought his heart might break.

There was Kasey, lying across the hay bales, dressed in Nick's coveralls, which seemed to swallow her.

Her dirty bare feet hung from the pant legs. She had tissues wadded in one hand and Nick's old farm hat held to her chest with the other. In the crook of her arm, she held Jake's stuffed horse. Nick's first gift to his son, bought on the day the child was born and named after him. Their first day as a family. Jake had dragged that horse around until the time he could walk, then he'd gotten Bubba Bear and that ratty horse was put out to pasture in the toy box.

Von climbed the st.u.r.dy stacked squares.

"Kasey."

She didn't stir.

"Hey, kiddo, are you okay?" He wondered how long she'd been up here.

Fear sparked through him. In the extra-large coveralls, he couldn't see if she was breathing. He reached out and rested his hand on her side.

"Kasey, can you hear me?" He nudged her shoulder.

She took in a breath. Thank goodness. Relieved, he scooted closer.

"It's me, Von."

Her eyelids fluttered.

He leaned in closer and lowered his voice. "Hey. Talk to me."

She opened her eyes and let out a soft sigh.

He stretched out next to her so they were eye to eye, resting his head on his bent forearm. "You okay?"

"What do you think?" She spoke in a broken whisper.

"I think you're hurting."

She nodded. "You must think I'm cracking up, wearing his clothes." She lifted her coverall-cloaked arm. Her hand didn't even peek out the end of the sleeve.

Von pushed her bangs away from her damp cheeks. He shook his head. "No. I wouldn't judge. I've been right where you are. We all mourn and heal in our own ways."

"I'll never heal."

He stroked her back. "I know it feels that way."

She sniffed and shifted her arm up under her head, wiping her tears on the big sleeve of the coveralls.

"I'm not going to tell you that things will be all right. That was the last thing I wanted to hear when I lost Deidre."

Kasey nodded.

"You just have to take things a day at a time. The truth is, you'll never be the same. But that's okay, too."

Kasey looked away. "There was another shooting on Route 58 last night. Did you know?"

"I heard. I'm checking it out," he said.

"It's like the third or fourth time. Sprays of bullets, no injuries," Kasey said. "What are the odds that, with all those incidents, Nick would be the one to get killed?"

He didn't tell her that Nick's shooting didn't fit the random pattern, or type of gun. A shotgun was used in the other shootings. The casings found by Nick's truck near the accident site were from a small caliber bullet. The police had confirmed that earlier, but that information wasn't something Kasey needed to hear right now.

Von shook his head. "I don't know. Sometimes there aren't any good answers."

"It's not fair."

"I know."

"Nick was a good man. He didn't deserve to die. I can't live without him." Kasey sniffled. She buried her face in her hands, then lifted her eyes to meet Von's. "I need him. He'd help me find Jake. Everybody thinks I'm crazy to believe Jake's still out there. He has to be. I can't live this way."

"You can."

"I don't want to."

"Come here, kiddo." He hugged her close.

She came undone in his arms, sobbing. It broke his heart to see her so sad, to know that Nick wouldn't be back. Nothing he could say could change that. He held her and after a long moment, she quieted a little. "You better?"

She nodded against his shoulder.

"I need to call Riley and let her know you're alive. She was worried about you."

"Sorry."

"We understand. Can you call her?" Kasey look whipped. She was dirty and sweaty. Von tipped her nose with his knuckle. "It would mean more if the call came from you."

Kasey looked down. "I'll call her."

"Thanks."

Von descended the ladder first, then spotted Kasey as she climbed down in the oversized coveralls. They walked out of the barn, the extra long pants swishing with each step she took. Dutch followed behind them.

Kasey wrapped her arms around Von's arm and rested her head against it as they walked.

Chapter Nine.

Kasey had other issues to worry about in addition to finding Jake. Gracious volunteers had been running the farm, but they were only scheduled to help for two more weeks. Kasey wasn't prepared to take care of the Rocking R by herself. It was time to find a farm manager, but she had no idea where to start. Pushing that thought aside, she decided to tackle something she knew how to manage.

She walked outside to the RV to get her camera bag. When she pulled her camera out, Cody Tuggle's card fluttered to the ground. She picked it up, her heart clenching when she thought of how kind he had been to come to Nick's funeral and offer his condolences.

She rubbed the raised letters on the card, thinking about the offer to photograph his tour. Maybe joining the tour would be a good escape while the authorities continued their work looking for Jake. She'd heard that the pace on a music tour was so fast that she'd hardly be able to remember what town she was waking up in each day.

That sounds perfect The project would keep her name out there while she took some time to sort out her life, too. Downtime was the kiss of death for a freelancer.

Am I really considering this?

She went inside and picked up the phone. Then she put it back down and picked it up four times before dialing Cody Tuggle's number.

The phone rang on the other end. She tensed, almost chickening out, but he answered on the first ring.

"Yeah-lo." His deep voice vibrated.

"Hi," she said, her mouth dry. "Hi, Cody. It's Kasey."

"Kasey? Hey, how are you?" He sounded surprised.

"Makin' it." She drew in a deep breath. "Thanks for coming to...well, it meant a lot to me. Thank you."

"Just wanted you to know how sorry I was for your loss. Figured flowers would just get lost in the shuffle and, h.e.l.l, you probably wouldn't have known who they were from anyway."

"Right. There are so many Tuggles in the world."

"I'm glad you called."

"Did I catch you at a good time?"

"Yeah, sure. I was just getting ready to head over to the studio. We're cutting one last song before we head for the Midwest leg of the tour."

"How's the tour going?"

"We sold out in every city so far."

"No surprise."

"Hey, you never know."

"That's why I was calling." Don't lose your nerve. "I was wondering. I mean, well, don't feel like you have to say yes." Just say it. "Does the offer to shoot your tour still stand?"

"You kidding?" his voice raised a pitch.