Silent Killer Part 8

Nic followed Maleah to the edge of the lake, where they found a gra.s.sy spot to sit. Nic bent her knees, circled them with her arms and pulled her legs toward her body.

Maleah removed her running shoes and thick cotton socks, then immersed her feet in the cool lake water. "Are we talking or sitting quietly?"

"What is there left to say? I've talked your ear off today. I've ranted and raved and gone over the same c.r.a.p time and again." Nic laughed, the sound hollow and unhappy. "I feel as if I'm spinning my wheels and going nowhere."

"Haven't you talked to Griff and told him what's going on with you?"

"I've tried several times this past week to have a conversation with him about how I feel, and his solution is to drag me off to bed and screw me."

Maleah grinned.

"Don't you dare laugh," Nic said. "It's not the least bit funny."

"Sorry. I was just thinking how many women would love to have Griffin Powell drag them off to bed and screw them."

Nic buried her face in her hands.

Maleah patted her back. "I really am sorry. I shouldn't make light of your problems. I understand. I wouldn't be happy if I felt as if I were sharing my man with another woman. If I had a man, which I don't have and do not want."

"I know Griff loves me, and s.e.x has never been the problem. My insecurities and Griff's unwillingness to share the whole truth about his past are the problems. And that past includes Yvette and Sanders."

"If trying to talk to Griff doesn't work, talk to Yvette," Maleah suggested.

Nic snapped around and glared at Maleah. "And just what do I say to her? Do I ask her why there's so much secrecy surrounding this project Griff is helping her with? Or do I ask her why she and Griff haven't been totally honest with me about their past relationship?"

"Ask her about both. Be honest with her, and maybe she'll be honest with you. Tell her that Griff's involvement with her sanctuary for her psychic students is creating tension in your relationship with your husband. From what you've told me about Yvette, and from what I've learned firsthand, I get the feeling that the last thing she'd ever want to do is cause a rift between you and Griff."

"I know you're right about that, but at the same time, I'm not sure she'd tell me anything if I asked her," Nic said.

"You won't know until you ask."

"You're right. And there's no better time than now, since Griff will be gone to Switzerland for a few days, tending to some financial matters. Or at least that's what he told me."

Nic crossed her arms over her chest in a hugging motion. It must be terrible to feel as if you can't completely trust the man you love, It must be terrible to feel as if you can't completely trust the man you love, Maleah thought. She knew Griff as her boss, and as her friend's husband. While working for him, she had come to realize that Griffin Powell was a very complicated man. But on that score, Nic and Griff were a good match. Nic was rather complex herself. Maleah thought. She knew Griff as her boss, and as her friend's husband. While working for him, she had come to realize that Griffin Powell was a very complicated man. But on that score, Nic and Griff were a good match. Nic was rather complex herself.

While Maleah considered what else to say about Nic confronting Dr. Yvette Meng with questions that Griff seemed reluctant to answer, her phone rang. Her ringtone was the theme song from the old Peter Gunn Peter Gunn TV series. TV series.

She unhooked the phone from where she'd clipped it to the elastic waist of her running shorts and checked the caller ID "Jack, can I call you back later?"

"Sure. When?" he asked.

Nic clasped Maleah's arm. "No, go ahead and talk to your brother. I'll head back to the house. After I grab a shower and change clothes, I plan to go see Yvette."

"Okay." She gave her friend a rea.s.suring smile. "Afterward, if you want to talk, just knock on my door."

"Sure thing." Nic surged to her feet and jogged back toward the house.

Maleah returned to her call. "Okay, I can talk now. What's up? Things going okay with your job? And how are your plans going for renovations to the old home place?"

"The job's fine," Jack told her. "As for the house-I've got a couple of contractors coming by later this week to give me estimates on what it'll cost to put the old beauty in tiptop shape."

"So, did you call for a specific reason or just to...?"

"I need a favor."

"Sure. Just ask." She adored her big brother, always had and always would. In her eyes, he could do no wrong. For as long as she lived, she would owe him more than she could ever repay for protecting her as best he could from their stepfather, that s.a.d.i.s.tic son of a b.i.t.c.h.

"There's a chance we've got a serial killer on the loose here in northern Alabama. There have been three almost identical murders in the past eighteen months. It would help us if we could get a profile done of the possible killer. Any chance you could help us out?"

Maleah groaned inwardly. Yes, she could help them, and she would. But d.a.m.n it all, she really hated the thought of asking Derek Lawrence for a favor. From the instant they met, he had rubbed her the wrong way. He was just a little too good-looking and a little too suave and sophisticated for her tastes. And the man was a d.a.m.n know-it-all. Yes, he was brilliant, with an IQ bordering on genius. And from what Nic had told her, he had come from old money, thus explaining his att.i.tude of superiority, although rumor was that the family had lost most of their vast fortune. Some bad investments and several hefty divorce settlements made by his father and uncle.

"I'll get in touch with Derek Lawrence tonight," Maleah said. "Derek doesn't come cheap, but the Powell Agency has him on retainer, and the agency often provides his services without charge. All I'll need to do is get Nic to sign off on it, and I know she will."

"Thanks, Sis. I appreciate it."

"I take it that this case is connected to one of your cold-case files?"

"Yeah."

"Which one?"

"The minister who was doused with gasoline and set on fire."

"Oh."

"Oh, what?"

"Nothing," Maleah said. "It's just that I know that minister was Cathy Nelson's husband and-"

"Cathy has nothing to do with this."

"Don't give me that. I remember the summer you came home on leave and stayed with Mike and his family. I might have been only fifteen, but I was old enough to know what was going on between you and Cathy." Maleah paused and considered what she was going to say next. "And I remember later on how you reacted when you found out that she'd married Mark Cantrell."

"Past history," Jack said.

"She's a widow now."

"Yeah, so she is." He paused briefly before changing the subject. "So, let me know if you can line up that profiler. If you can, I'll fax him all the info we have."

"I'll call you as soon as I know something for sure."

"Thanks. I appreciate your doing this."

"No problem."

" 'Bye."

"Take care of yourself, okay?"

"Sure thing."

"'Bye."

Maleah clipped her phone back on to the waistband of her shorts but didn't get up immediately. She could postpone getting in touch with Derek. She could go back to the house, shower and eat dinner first. But delaying the inevitable wasn't her style. Just do it and get it over with was her motto.

She pulled on her socks, put on her shoes and tied them. After standing up and stretching, she looked out over the lake. She loved staying at Griffin's Rest, loved the acres and acres of woods, the dirt pathways that meandered here and there, the lake itself and the solitude she found here.

She retrieved her phone, hit the preprogrammed number and waited for Derek to answer. But instead of speaking to the arrogant man himself, she got his voice mail. Breathing a sigh of relief, she left a message, succinctly explaining what she needed from him and giving him Jack's phone number. If she were lucky, she wouldn't have to deal with Derek directly.

After Mike had delivered the news about the latest victim, Lorie had closed Treasures for the day. They had come home nearly an hour ago. Cathy's mother had arrived first, and she'd been in the middle of rea.s.suring her mom that she was perfectly all right when J.B. and Mona arrived on Lorie's doorstep.

Sensing that everyone, with the possible exception of Lorie, expected her to come unglued at any moment, Cathy felt she needed to say something that would ease their fears. After all, it wasn't unreasonable for them to expect the worst. A year ago, she had proven just how emotionally unstable she'd been.

While Lorie excused herself and went into the kitchen to prepare iced tea for their guests, Cathy cleared her throat loudly. All eyes focused on her.

"I know y'all are worried about me and you've rushed over here because you're concerned." She took a deep, calming breath. "I appreciate that, but I promise you that I'm fine. I'm not going to have another breakdown. Not today or tomorrow or ever again."

"I know you believe that, but this was such a horrible shock," Elaine said. "Not just for you, but for all of us. To think that the person who killed our dear Mark has killed again..." With tears misting her eyes, she covered her mouth with her open hand and bowed her head.

Mona reached out and clasped Cathy's hands. "We're here because we love you. We care. If there's anything we can do...We should have been there for you the last time. If only we'd known how fragile you were."

Cathy hugged her mother-in-law, then pulled away and told her, "There's nothing you could have done. I think my breakdown was inevitable. But I'm completely well now. I'm much stronger, and I can deal with whatever happens."

"It's good that you feel you can handle this," J.B. said, his voice deceptively kind and soothing. "And naturally if there's anything we can do to help you, we will. But all things considered, I feel it's best that we cancel Seth's visits with you...for the time being. Just until we're sure you'll be all right."

d.a.m.n him! If he thought he was going to use this as an excuse to keep her son away from her, then he'd better think again. She, not J.B. or anyone else, would decide what was best for Seth.

Cathy all but shoved Mona aside as she marched up to J.B. and glowered at him.

"You must understand that J.B is doing what he thinks is best for you and for Seth," Mona said pleadingly, apparently afraid of a confrontation between her husband and daughter-in-law.

"Of course she understands." Elaine glanced back and forth between Cathy and J.B. "Don't you, dear? J.B. is doing what he knows is best for Seth. That's what you want, what we all want." When Cathy didn't respond, her mother added, "Please tell J.B. and Mona that you agree with their decision, that Seth's welfare is what's most important."

Cathy's gaze never wavered. She kept it focused directly on her father-in-law. "Of course Seth's welfare is what's most important." Both Elaine and Mona sighed with relief. "But as Seth's mother, I believe I should be the one to make the decisions concerning Seth, not you, J.B."

Pulsating with a nervous silence, the room became deadly quiet.

"You're not in any condition to make decisions for my grandson." J.B.'s tone had changed to an icy control. "You haven't been out of that mental inst.i.tution for two full weeks yet."

Cathy squared her shoulders and stiffened her spine. There had been a time when she never would have stood up to her father-in-law, but those days were over. He was wrong about her. And she would prove it to him and to anyone else who had doubts about her mental stability.

"I'm not going to argue with you," she told him. "Not now. But I think you should know-"

"Tea, anyone?" Lorie came into the room carrying a tray of tall, chilled gla.s.ses.

And then the doorbell rang.

Lorie handed Cathy the tray, leaned in and whispered, "Keep your cool. Now is not the time or place to do battle with the old buzzard." Then she went straight into the foyer and opened the front door.

The tension that had been vibrating like a live wire dissipated somewhat as they all turned to see who Lorie had invited into her home. As Lorie escorted the man into the living room, J.B. came forward immediately and held out his hand.

"It's good of you to come, Brother Hovater." J.B. shook hands with him, and Mona rushed over and gave him a hug.

While Elaine joined the others in welcoming the newcomer, Lorie subtly eased toward Cathy until she was close enough to say in a soft, low voice, "Looks like your father-in-law called in reinforcements."

Cathy had met Brother Donnie Hovater, the minister who had been hired as Mark's permanent replacement, this past Sunday morning when she had attended church services. Her mother had informed her that he'd been in Dunmore for nearly ten months now, he was a widower and his teenage daughter went to school with Seth. Her mother had also informed her that all the single ladies in town considered him quite a catch.

Cathy studied the young and attractive minister. He was no older than Mark had been, perhaps even a few years younger, and he actually reminded her of her late husband. Broad-shouldered and slender, he looked neat as a pin in his tan slacks and navy, short-sleeved shirt.

When Brother Hovater approached her, his hand out, ready to take hers, she hesitated. Don't be paranoid. Don't a.s.sume they're all ganging up on you. They're not. Everyone here, including J.B., is concerned about you. Don't be paranoid. Don't a.s.sume they're all ganging up on you. They're not. Everyone here, including J.B., is concerned about you.

"I hope you don't mind my barging in this way," he said. "But your father-in-law thought perhaps I could help."

She shook hands with the minister. "In what way did J.B. think you could help?"

He seemed surprised by her question, but after a moment's uncertainty, he smiled. "The unfortunate murder that occurred last night in the park has stirred up unpleasant memories for J.B. and Mona, and for you, too, I'm sure. I'm here as your minister and a friend of the family to offer whatever support and advice you might need."

Cathy stared into his eyes, trying to decide just how sincere he was. She had no reason to doubt him, of course. He was probably a good man who had the best intentions, but the fact that he seemed so chummy with J.B. bothered her. It shouldn't. After all, J.B. was an elder in the church, and it was only natural that he and the new minister would be on friendly terms.

"That's very kind of you," Cathy said. "I appreciate everyone's concern. I'm sure my father-in-law filled you in on the details of how I reacted the last time a clergyman was brutally murdered in the same fashion my husband was." She paused to take a breath, and then continued before the preacher could respond. "I can a.s.sure you that I'm not on the verge of another nervous breakdown."

"I apologize if I gave you the impression that I came here because I or your in-laws question your mental health," Brother Hovater told her, sympathy evident in his hazel eyes. "I'm here for no other reason than to be of service to you, if you need me."

"Thank you. But what I need right now is to be left alone to deal with my memories and my feelings. I am not an emotional cripple. And what would help me tremendously is if my mother and my in-laws could get it through their heads that I'm not crazy." Cathy turned and ran out of the living room, knowing her actions would be misconstrued as evidence she was indeed crazy.

She hurried into the kitchen, taking the quickest and easiest escape route out the back door and onto the side yard that separated Lorie's house from her nearest neighbor's. Seeking sanctuary under the sheltering weeping willow, Cathy braced her open palms against the tree trunk, tilted her chin down and closed her eyes.

You overreacted, and you know it. You did just what Lorie told you not to do. You lost your cool. You lashed out from sheer frustration.

What would Dr. Milton say?

Cathy smiled.

Give yourself permission to be human, to make mistakes. Having a hissy fit occasionally can be good for you. Don't bottle up all your emotions.

"Catherine!" Elaine stomped off the back porch and marched toward Cathy, a stern, disapproving expression on her face.

Oh G.o.d, just what she didn't need-her mother reading her the riot act.

She lifted her head, tilted her chin up and squared her shoulders, preparing for battle. It seemed to her that most of the conversations she'd had with her mother from the time she was a little girl had been a battle of wills, battles her mother always won.

Coming up to Cathy there beneath the willow tree, Elaine glared at her. "If you wanted to convince everyone that you're still emotionally unstable, that little scene back there proved it. Your rudeness to Brother Hovater was uncalled for. And how dare you treat J.B. in such a disrespectful manner. I raised you better than that, or at least I thought I did. I can't tell you how disappointed I am in you, young lady. You should go back inside right this minute and apologize to everyone."

"No," Cathy said.