Falke’s Captive

by Madison Layle

  And his talk of dinner made her realize she was hungry.

  Beth started the Jeep and drove the two miles to a greasy spoon diner that promised breakfast for $2.99. She doubted the town’s one and only vet was open at seven-thirty in the morning. Grabbing a newspaper off the rack just inside the diner’s front door, she sat herself—as the hand-written sign instructed—turned the coffee cup right side up on the table and glanced around at the dozen or so other patrons. Old men, most of them, wearing jeans, overalls and baseball caps of various colors and cleanliness. Locals, she surmised.

  She smiled at a couple who glanced her way, and one raised his coffee cup in silent salute. Leavenworth was such a friendly town. A nice place to raise a family.

  Her eyes widened at her wayward thought, and she opened the newspaper to occupy her brain.

  “Hey there, honey.”

  She glanced up to see a man in his sixties, wearing an apron smeared with God only knew what, and a carafe of coffee in his hand.

  “Hi,” Beth said.

  “You want a menu, or the special?” he asked as he poured coffee for her.

  “Uhh…”

  “Take the special,” someone called from another table, and everyone else laughed.

  “I guess the special,” she said, worried now about what she might be eating in a few minutes.

  “Good choice, since that’s all I make.” The old waiter/cook sauntered toward the doorway to the kitchen.

  “Don’t mind him,” another man said from two tables away. “He’s had a bug up his butt since his wife left three years ago. You get the eggs special for breakfast, cheeseburger, fries and soup for lunch, and whatever he decides to make for dinner.”

  Half of the other patrons had plates of food in front of them, so she assumed they deemed whatever the special was as edible. “Three years is a long time…” And these were a lot of people eating the same thing every day.

  “In this town time doesn’t mean much. Not to our generation.”

  She smiled at that.

  “Yep. We move at a lot slower pace than you young’ns,” another said. “Say, you just passin’ through?”

  She shrugged then said with a cheeky smile, “I don’t know. Maybe you should try to convince me to stay.”

  A man clear across the dining room guffawed. “Tell her about the Falke brothers, Bill.”

  Her heart sped in excitement. “The Falke brothers?” she said, pretending ignorance and lifting her steaming coffee cup to her lips as if only slightly interested in their tale.

  For the next two hours the elders of Leavenworth entertained her with stories of the town’s founding, and how the Falke brothers—a few generations back, not the ones she really wanted to hear about—helped Leavenworth flourish into a tourist town.

  The gentlemen she’d chatted with wouldn’t let her pay her bill—a whopping four dollars and change—so she thanked them and promised to drop in again for breakfast soon. The eggs and hash browns had been a little too greasy, and the toast burned and butter-less, but the never-ending supply of coffee had been hot, strong and delicious. She’d enjoyed the company and learning about the town’s colorful history the most. She’d finally extracted herself from the conversation by telling them she had to get to work or she’d be fired and then would have to leave town. None of them seemed to want to see that happen.

  Grinning over thoughts of their small-town hospitality, she climbed behind the wheel of her Jeep and headed to the other end of town and the veterinary clinic she’d looked up in the phonebook yesterday.

  The clinic, with its gingerbread façade, sat about a half mile from the main tourist area, down a short, pretty, tree-lined drive. The sign out front was a simple one with Veterinarian etched in bold letters.

  It wasn’t until she got out of the Jeep and went to the door that her eyes narrowed.

  Heidi Falke, VMD was carved into a smaller wooden plaque. So, the town vet was related to the brothers. How convenient. She wondered if this Heidi was married to one of them, or a blood relation.

  In any case, if she was close to the family, the vet might have some real answers.

  Beth turned the doorknob and stepped inside. The floor was Italian tile, the walls a beautiful shade of mauve. Picturesque paintings of wild animals in their natural surroundings graced those walls, including a couple of predatory looking mountain lions. Possibly the classiest vet office she’d ever entered, though it still had the scent of a clinic—antiseptic cleaner with the undertone of animal dander.

  “May I help you?” a white-haired woman asked as she came through a door behind the high counter.

  “I was hoping I could see Dr. Falke. I don’t have an appointment, but…” She took a quick breath. “My name’s Elizabeth Coldwell. I’m here about the family’s pet cougar.”

  The older woman smiled. “I’ll let her know she has a visitor.”

  Beth stared at one painting in particular while she waited. A portrait of Falke, she was sure, though the cat in the picture wore no collar. He was big, his head held high, his ears pricked as if listening to someone.

  “My mother painted those.”

  Beth turned to see Heidi—the woman who’d been in the store yesterday and attended to Kelan after Beth shot him.

  “They’re gorgeous,” Beth said, referring to the paintings. “Is your mother a vet too?”

  Heidi’s smile was a little sad when she shook her head. “No, just a talented artist, housewife and the best mom in the world. Why don’t you come into my office?” She held the door open for Beth and motioned her through.

  The back hallway was closer to what she knew of vet clinics. Linoleum flooring—easy to clean—and walls coated in eggshell paint. Heidi’s office was just as comfortable as the waiting room she discovered when she entered behind the other woman. Same color scheme, same beautiful tiles.

  “Have a seat, please,” Heidi said pleasantly as she rounded the massive oak desk and sat behind it. “You’re here to talk about Falke?”

  “I am. I didn’t realize you were…related to the family.” Beth sat in one of two comfortable chairs facing Heidi. “Or are you married to one of them?” After last night, she could understand the attraction. Despite her disastrous run-in with the other Falke men, she could readily admit they were all quite handsome. But she thought she could see the family resemblance. Hair color, eye color.

  “Oh no. I’m their only sister and baby of the family.” She folded her hands on top of the desk and wrinkled her nose, a smile curving her lips. “Not always fun with six overbearing big brothers.”

  Six? That wasn’t what Kelan had told her. Although, she vaguely remembered a couple more coming on scene in the store yesterday morning. “And a giant housecat for a pet?” she asked, not wanting little sister to know about her attraction to two of her brothers.

  Heidi snickered. “Falke, if not this Falke, then another, has been around since before I was born. It’s…well, it’s an eccentricity that’s become a family tradition, I guess you could say. My ancestors helped build this town. They were the first to accept a catamount into the family. It’s been that way ever since.”

  Beth kept her expression bland, but she’d just heard two hours of information on the eccentricities of the Falkes dating back to before most of the men in the diner were born. It would seem that Kelan and Reidar weren’t the only ones who hunted for women in pairs.

  But the way Heidi phrased the relationship with Falke intrigued Beth. Like her brother said the day before, No one owned Falke.

  “Again, I assure you, as my brothers did yesterday, that he’s not dangerous. He was raised with us.”

  “So, he was born in captivity?”

  Heidi hesitated, then gave a slight nod.

  “Do you have others? Females? The mother? Does Falke have littermates?”

  “No, no, and no.”

  Three nos, four questions. “There were littermates?”

  Heidi shook her head, but she seemed uncomfortable.
She picked up a pen and fiddled with it, and Beth noticed that the vet wore a unique necklace—a pewter pendant similar to the medallion on Falke’s collar—on the collars all the brothers wore. The whole family sure took their infatuation with mountain lions to extremes.

  “Oh. Okay. Umm…I was wondering,” she said, meeting Heidi’s hazel-eyed gaze, “if you’d allow me to take another blood sample from him.”

  “Another?” Heidi asked, her eyebrows rising.

  Beth nodded, pulled the folded lab results from her purse and handed the papers to Heidi. “There’s something strange in the genetics tests I ran on the sample I drew from Falke at the lab. As you know, cougars have thirty-eight chromosomes, yet, when I ran Falke’s test, it comes up with twenty-three pairs. That’s forty-six total, the same as humans.”

  Heidi stared at the papers for a moment, and then smiled. “There’s no way a cougar could have forty-six chromosomes.”

  “Right. I know.”

  “So there must have been a mix up in your lab,” Heidi said.

  “Except there’s nothing else in the lab to mix it up with. Falke’s was the first and only sample I’ve drawn so far.”

  “Then your equipment must be faulty.”

  That got her back up. “Ms. Falke, I’m an animal geneticist. I’m a dissertation away from my Ph.D. I know my equipment, and I know how to take a blood sample. I’m here because I’m worried about a cat your family obviously cares about, and to ask permission to take another sample from your pet in order to straighten this out.”

  Heidi leaned back in her chair and twirled the pen between her fingers. “I don’t think Axel will approve of that. He’s—we are all—rather protective of Falke.”

  “I don’t wish Falke any harm. What if this unusual genetic condition is a health risk to Falke? These tests show an anomaly, which is why I’d like to double check the results against a second sample. All I need is one vial of blood.”

  “One more vial, you mean.” Heidi seemed to close up right then. Her friendly expression left her face. She held up the papers, wrinkling them in her fist. “The answer is no. These tests were not authorized. The sample you have was obtained without our permission, and don’t try to tell me you assumed it would be okay, because you knew before you stuck him with a needle that he must belong to someone. The collar was clue enough.”

  “Don’t you want to get to the bottom of this? For the sake of his health? A mutation of this type could—”

  “I already know all I need to know about his health. I’m his vet. He gets his vaccinations here.” She waved toward a file cabinet. “And before you ask, I can’t show you those records, either. Call it doctor-client confidentiality, if you like.” When Beth made to dispute that, Heidi leaned forward, her gaze locking with Beth’s. “Our family has permission from the city council to keep Falke within city limits, and the mayor and sheriff are close family friends. If you have an issue with the fact I won’t let you go poking another needle into him, then I suggest you get over it and move on. You, Ms. Coldwell, are the outsider here. Don’t forget that.”

  Beth seethed. So much for that famous Leavenworth hospitality.

  Heidi leaned back, opened her top drawer and dropped the crumpled papers in it.

  “Hey—” Beth stopped her protest. The papers were just a printout. The original results were back at the lab; she could always print more copies.

  Then Heidi lifted out a tiny Ziploc bag. “Here’s your GPS microchip implant. I’ll be keeping this stuff…as evidence. Something else you did to Falke that was unauthorized. We don’t need it to keep track of him.” She stood and walked to the door. “If there’s nothing else, I have patients to tend to.”

  Beth recognized a dismissal when she heard one and stood. “No. Nothing. Thank you for your time.” She walked out the door Heidi held open for her and found her way back to the waiting room, glancing once again at the painting on the wall that had grabbed her attention.

  Her equipment was just fine; the needle and vial had been brand new. The lab held no contaminates. There was something strange about that cougar, however, and the vet knew it. If Heidi hadn’t been hiding something, she would have let Beth take another sample.

  Beth pushed through the front door and out into the sunshine.

  She hated the thought that tickled the back of her mind, but she couldn’t push it away. She wondered if, because she’d gotten intimate with two of the Falke brothers, they’d let her take another sample.

  As she got into her Jeep to head to the forestry base camp, she again thought about her night with Kelan and Reidar. She didn’t want to tarnish whatever they had together by bringing up Falke, but how else would she get another blood sample?

  Maybe Professor Whitmore would have some ideas.

  Chapter Seven

  “Three of a kind, aces high,” Kelan said, laying his cards on the dinner table and laughing at Reidar’s expression. He’d beaten his brother at poker for the third time in a row.

  “Remind me to let you place the bets the next time we vacation in Vegas. How in the hell do you get so lucky?”

  “I’m not lucky. You just suck.” Kelan glanced at the clock when he heard the garage door opener activate. “They’re home.”

  “Show time,” Reidar muttered as he gathered up the cards and put the poker chips away.

  That morning, they went to work as usual, only to be sent home by Axel to wait for their dads. Now midafternoon, their house arrest was almost over…or just getting started, depending on how things went with their fathers.

  Seconds later, Fridrik and Burke came in, laughing and carrying overnight bags.

  “Hey, Dad,” Kelan said, approaching Fridrik who was closest. “Let me get that for you.”

  Fridrik handed over the bag, eyeing Kelan then Reidar with suspicion. “Why aren’t you two at work?”

  Kelan looked at Reidar. “Axel finally gave us a day off.”

  Burke harrumphed. “Been workin’ you too hard, huh? Hard work is good for you, builds strong bones, but I can see how too much can wear a man down.”

  “Yeah, don’t I know it,” Reidar muttered, not missing his father’s sarcasm. He took a second bag from Burke. “How was your visit?”

  “Good. Good. Dick took off today on his way to China. Some big business meeting for that corporation he heads up back east.”

  “Dick Haven?” Kelan asked with surprise.

  Burke nodded.

  “I didn’t realize you guys were still close. After what happened between you three and Mom…”

  Fridrik chuckled. “Axel told ya ’bout that, did he?”

  “Gunnar actually, but yeah. He said Mom was out on a date with Dick back in high school when you two showed up and went all wild animal on him.”

  Burke laughed. “It was a long time ago, but Dick’s a good guy…and smart.”

  “A good friend,” Fridrik added. “Besides, we helped make him a very rich man, put him in touch with our financial advisor in New York. They’re partners now in the venture that’s sending him to China.”

  “Ah,” Kelan said, not sure what to make of that and a little disturbed by the realization of where they’d wound up. He and Reidar had followed their fathers into the den, a room off limits to the children unless they were in trouble.

  At thirty, neither Kelan nor Reidar were kids anymore, but the room still emitted an exclusive aura.

  As they entered, the two older men briefly split up. Fridrik took his seat in one of a pair of recliners, which Kelan and his siblings had long ago dubbed the thrones. Burke went to the wet bar and poured himself a drink before he sat too, and bade them over to the couch separated from the recliners by a scarred oak coffee table.

  As they took their places, Kelan exchanged a glance with Reidar, not daring to say anything, not even telepathically. His fathers would hear it.

  “Now that the small talk is over,” Fridrik began, “which one of you wants to tell us the real reason you’re both at home in the midd
le of the afternoon? Don’t know how many times we went through this when you two were in high school.” He shook his head and pursed his lips, waiting.

  Kelan took a deep breath and started the story of how he’d been on a run near Axel and Gunnar’s home when he was captured by a troublesome scientist and her lab partner. Reidar took over the tale during the time Kelan had been tranquilized at the store, and both of their dads listened without comment until they’d finished.

  “Reidar thinks it’s all over now that the woman knows the cougar isn’t a threat to the civilians of Leavenworth.” Neither he nor Reidar shared the events that took place after Beth left Catamount Outfitters.

  “Axel does too. He made it pretty clear,” Reidar added, “that we wouldn’t look the other way if she didn’t take her pistol and lab and go elsewhere to find her four-legged science experiments.”

  Kelan’s heart stuttered at the thought of Beth leaving, pulling out of town. But that was a subject he was definitely not ready to broach with their dads. Besides, why would he? She was just a hot piece of ass.

  Yeah, right. He clenched his teeth. It was right. He had to convince himself—and Reidar—of that. He’d avoided his brother’s every attempt to discuss what happened last night between them and Beth, but Kelan didn’t know how long he could bury his head in the sand. Something happened to him, something deep, and he didn’t know how to deal with it. Reidar insisted Beth was the one. All he would accept right now was that she was attractive and dangerous.

  Kelan waited for an eruption from their dads, while Reidar fidgeted beside him.

  Burke sipped his drink and glanced at Fridrik. “That explains the new jewelry.”

  “Shit,” Kelan muttered. He’d forgotten he’d been wearing the damn thing.

  Reidar snickered.

  Jerk.

  What’d I do?

  “If it’s truly over,” Fridrik began, his gaze narrowed on Kelan, making it obvious he’d heard his sons’ telepathic exchange, “then it’s safe to say we’ve dodged a bullet, if you’ll pardon the expression.”