Fugitive at Large

by Sandra Robbins

  Ryan stared back at her, and then his gaze dropped to the gun she still held. His forehead wrinkled, and he tilted his head to one side. “Do you always answer the door with a gun in your hand?”

  “Of course not. I had just gotten home and was taking it off.”

  He nodded. “Oh, I see.”

  She straightened her back. “You haven’t answered my question. What are you doing here?”

  He swallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “I want to talk to you, Jessica. May I come in?”

  She started to refuse but then thought better of it. She shrugged, opened the door wider and stepped aside for him to enter. “I guess so.”

  He stepped into the apartment and waited until she’d closed the door. Without speaking, he followed her into the living room, where she gave a jerk of her head, indicating for him to sit on the sofa. She took a chair facing him.

  His gaze drifted over the apartment, and he smiled. “You have a nice place here. I don’t know if you remember or not, but I was here about a year ago.”

  “I remember.”

  “Your friend Claire Walker was almost killed that night trying to bring in a bail jumper on her own, and your brother Adam saved her life. He brought her here so she’d be safe, but the fugitive found her. He broke in and tried to kill her. Thanks to you that didn’t happen.”

  Jessica frowned and shook her head. “Claire and I have always made a great team. She helped fight him off, too.”

  He nodded. “Yeah, I remember that’s what you said. How’s she doing now?”

  “Fine. She and my brother Adam are married, and she’s working at the agency with us.”

  His eyes lit up, and he smiled. “That’s great. I hope they’ll be happy. I always liked Adam and Lucas. You’re lucky to have such great brothers.”

  “You have a nice brother, too. I was surprised today to find out who he is. He’s not anything like the teenage kid you used to talk about after he first came to live with you.”

  Ryan chuckled and shook his head. “No, he’s grown up a lot. Back then he was having a lot of problems dealing with all the changes in his life. You know, Mom’s and Dad’s deaths and having to change schools when he came to live with me. But I’m proud of the way he’s turned out. He’s in college and works on the school newspaper. He also has a part-time job working at a computer store.”

  “I’m glad things have improved for the two of you. But is that what you came to tell me?”

  His face flushed, and he glanced down at his hands. “No. I came because Jamie told me I needed to.”

  Jessica frowned and settled back farther in her chair in hopes of displaying an attitude of indifference. Her nonchalance seemed to be working. She spotted a small trickle of perspiration roll down the side of Ryan’s face, and she almost laughed.

  “Why would he tell you that?” Jessica asked.

  “Because he thought you were so brave to take on that robber and you were kind to him afterward. Then he saw how you changed when I arrived. He wanted to know what that was all about.”

  “What did you tell him?”

  “That we had a misunderstanding a few years ago, and you’ve held me responsible ever since. When he asked if I’d tried to fix things between us, I told him I hadn’t. He said it was time I quit making excuses and made things right. I’ve known for a long time I should do that, but I haven’t, and I’m sorry about that. Once, we shared something special, and I know I was the one who ruined it. I’ve faced the fact that we can never go back to where we were, but I would like for us to be friends, Jessica. It’s time we talked through whatever happened between us and made peace with each other.”

  She studied his face. He looked sincere. But could she be sure? Once, she had loved him. Not only had she trusted him with her heart, but as her partner, she’d trusted him with her life. That was a long time ago, and a lot had happened since then. She didn’t know if there was any way they could ever be friends, and certainly they could never go back to the closeness they’d once shared.

  After a moment, she pushed to her feet and shook her head. “I don’t think there’s any reason we need to continue this conversation. Let’s just say that we didn’t know each other as well as we thought we did and leave it at that. Now, I think you’d better leave.”

  She turned to lead him to the door, but he sprang from the sofa and grabbed her by the arm. When she faced him, she almost gasped aloud at the anguish she saw in his eyes.

  “No,” he said. “This isn’t going to end like the other times when I tried to make you understand. You’re going to let me speak. Then I’ll leave and never bother you again. But this once, will you put that stubborn Knight pride away and listen to what I have to say?”

  Jessica didn’t move for a moment as her gaze drifted over his face. His eyes seemed to be pleading with her to remember the good times they’d had together, the laughter they’d shared and the feeling that maybe they’d stumbled upon something they’d both been searching for.

  Then his parents were killed, and his attitude toward her changed. The pain she’d tried to ignore for the past four years stabbed at her heart as she remembered the cold tone of his voice as he told her they needed to put their personal relationship on hold while he dealt with the loss. Even though she was devastated, she’d tried to understand what he was going through. At least, she told herself, they’d still be working together, and she could help him work through his grief.

  It didn’t take her long to realize he wasn’t about to let that happen. He’d wanted her out of his life on all levels, and it had broken her heart. Now he said he wanted to make things right. It was too late for that, but perhaps not too late to understand why it had all ended.

  She pulled her arm free of his grasp and sat down in her chair. She leaned back, crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap. “Okay, Ryan, I’ll listen. Maybe it’s time I understood why you asked to have me taken off the Harvey murder case we were investigating.”

  * * *

  He couldn’t believe how cold her eyes looked when she spit the accusation at him. He raked his hand through his hair and sat down on the sofa facing her. He scooted to the edge of the cushion and rested his arms on his knees.

  “The first thing you need to know is that I never asked for you to be removed from the case.”

  “Then why—”

  He held up his hand for her to be silent. “Never. Let me say it again. I never asked to have you removed. I asked to be moved to another case and let you continue to work on finding Cal and Susan Harvey’s killer. The captain made the choice to move you to another partner and let me stay where I was.”

  “That’s not the way it was told to me. The captain said you thought it was better if we didn’t work together anymore. When he told me that, I knew if you felt that way about me I couldn’t stay at the precinct and see you every day.”

  “So you asked for a transfer.”

  “I did. I thought maybe you’d stop me before it was granted, but you didn’t.”

  “I wanted to explain.”

  She sat up straight and stared at him. “Then why didn’t you?”

  A scoffing laugh rumbled in his throat. “When I heard you were leaving the precinct, I came to you, but you wouldn’t listen. I don’t remember how many times I tried. The last time I made the effort to tell you, I came to your apartment, but you told me to never come near you again and slammed the door in my face.”

  Her cheeks turned crimson, and she smiled sheepishly. “I remember. I think I also told you I’d have my brothers beat you up.”

  “Yeah, but I knew they wouldn’t, even if you told them to.”

  “But why did you ask to be removed from the case?”

  Even after all these years he still found it hard to talk about his emotional state at that time in his life. �
��Do you remember what had happened right before we took on the Harvey case?”

  “Yes,” she murmured. “Your parents were killed in a car wreck, and you had to take custody of your brother.”

  He nodded. “Jamie, the one you met today. It was a terrible time for me. My folks were dead, and my teenage brother was beside himself not only with grief but over having to move to another neighborhood and change schools.”

  “Why didn’t you move into your parents’ home so he didn’t have so many changes in his life? Wouldn’t that have been easier?”

  “I thought about it. Unfortunately, the neighborhood had gone down a lot, and Jamie had started hanging out with a rough crowd. It was only a matter of time until he got into trouble. Dad had bought a new house out east of town right before he and Mom were killed in that wreck. He wanted to give Jamie a new start in another school. When I found myself as Jamie’s guardian, I thought we could live in my apartment since it was in a better neighborhood, but Jamie was unhappy there. He did everything he could to defy me. I couldn’t figure out how to make him understand I loved him and only wanted to help him. Out of desperation we finally moved to the house that Dad had bought. It turned out to be the best thing for Jamie. He made new friends and settled down.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me all this?”

  He shrugged. “Because it was my problem, not yours.”

  “But, Ryan,” Jessica said, “I would have helped you.”

  Ryan shook his head. “I didn’t want that. I was scared to death. Scared I couldn’t get Jamie straightened out. And scared I couldn’t be the kind of man you deserved in your life.”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  “You have a great family, Jessica. Your brothers aren’t afraid to tackle anything, and you’re just like them. I knew you had high expectations for the guy you would marry, and my mind was in such turmoil that I knew I couldn’t give you what you needed.”

  “Ryan, you were wrong.”

  He paused and closed his eyes for a moment, then took a deep breath. “Maybe so, but I wasn’t thinking straight, and I found myself making mistakes on the job. And I couldn’t forget how my last partner had died.”

  Jessica leaned forward and stared at Ryan. “You’re still blaming yourself for Al Stevenson’s death? It wasn’t your fault that he was killed.”

  Ryan pushed to his feet and gritted his teeth. “He was my partner. If I’d been covering him like I should have, that drug dealer never would have gotten the drop on him.”

  Jessica rose to her feet and shook her head. “You’re wrong, Ryan. I read the reports. Nobody blamed you for what happened. If he had waited for backup instead of leaving you to guard the front of the building and going in alone after a crazy killer, he might be alive today.”

  “I blamed myself,” he said. “I still do.”

  “But that’s ridiculous.”

  Ryan’s hands were shaking, and he shoved them in his pockets. “It’s not ridiculous. At the time, I was an emotional mess. I was still dealing with my guilt about Al’s death when my parents died and I found myself the sole guardian of a troubled teenager. I began to question whether or not I should even stay in police work. But most of all, I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

  Her eyes grew wide. “I don’t understand.”

  “I didn’t want you ending up like Al. Dead because I’d made another mistake. I couldn’t have lived with that.”

  Jessica looked at him intently. She clasped her hands and squeezed until her knuckles turned white. Finally she spoke. “Oh, Ryan, I’m so sorry. I never knew how much you suffered because of Al’s death. I wish I could have helped you with that. In time you’ll come to see it wasn’t your fault.”

  “I doubt if that time will ever come.” After a moment, he took a deep breath. “That’s all I wanted to tell you tonight. I didn’t want to go another day with you thinking I’d stabbed you in the back to get you taken off the case we were working on. I didn’t do it, Jessica. Please believe me. I’ve come to realize I missed out on the best thing I could have had in my life when I pushed you away. I know it’s too late now to go back. But whatever I did at the time, I thought it was for your benefit. I hope in time you can come to forgive me.”

  “You’ve given me a lot to think about, but I still have questions.”

  “Maybe I can answer them. But I think that’s enough soul baring for tonight. I need to get out of here and let you get some rest. It’s been a hard day.”

  “Yes, it has. Perhaps we can get together sometime.”

  “That sounds like a brush-off to me.” He exhaled a long breath and shook his head. “Listen, I won’t bother you again, but I’d like to hear from you after you think about what I’ve said. Give me a call.”

  She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, his cell phone rang. He pulled it from his pocket and stared at the caller ID. “Jamie’s calling,” he said. “I’d better take this.”

  He connected to the call and pressed the phone to his ear. “Hi, Jamie.”

  “Ryan, where are you?”

  Jamie’s words vibrated in his ear, and he frowned at what he thought sounded like anxiety. “I’m at Jessica’s apartment. What’s the matter?”

  “I wanted to let you know I have to go out of town for a few days.”

  Ryan clutched the cell phone tighter. “Out of town? Where are you going?”

  “I think it’s better that you don’t know. I’ll call in a few days and let you know how I’m doing.”

  “Jamie,” Ryan almost yelled into the phone. “What’s going on? You can’t leave town. You need to come down to headquarters in the morning and look at mug shots. Besides, you barely escaped being killed today. You need time to come to grips with what happened.”

  “Don’t worry, Ryan. I’ll be all right.”

  “Jamie!” Ryan yelled. “Jamie!”

  But it was no use. His brother had disconnected the call. Still holding the phone, Ryan let his arm drift down to his side.

  “Jamie’s going out of town?” Jessica asked.

  Ryan nodded. “That’s what he said.”

  “But why?”

  “I don’t know. He wouldn’t tell me. He said it was better if I didn’t know.”

  He slipped the cell phone back in his pocket and turned to Jessica. “Thanks for seeing me. I think I’ll—” He stopped midsentence when he saw the look on Jessica’s face. Her eyes were wide and her face had turned as pale as a harvest moon. He reached out and grasped her arm. “What’s the matter?”

  A shiver ripped through her body, and she took a deep, shaky breath. “Call him back, Ryan,” she said with urgency in her tone. “Tell him not to go. He needs to stay where you can keep an eye on him.”

  Her face had grown whiter, and a terrified look now gleamed in her eyes. He leaned closer to her. “Why?”

  Her tongue licked at her lips, and in that moment he remembered how she always looked when she had suddenly unearthed a piece of evidence in a case.

  “Ever since I left the store, something hasn’t seemed right about what went down there. I’ve racked my brain trying to figure out what was bothering me, and now I understand what I was missing.”

  “Understand what, Jessica?”

  “I didn’t witness a robbery this afternoon. It was an attempted murder of your brother.”

  THREE

  Jessica flinched at the shocked look on Ryan’s face. He blinked at her and shook his head before he spoke. “What are you talking about? Why would anyone want to kill my brother?”

  “I don’t know, but now that I put everything together, it all makes sense.”

  He reached out and wrapped his fingers around her arms. “What things? Tell me.”

  She guided him back to the sofa and sat down beside him. “T
here were some little things about what went down at the store that I didn’t understand. From where I was standing, I had a clear view of the robbery scene. The clerk put the money in the bag and laid it on the counter, but the robber didn’t pick it up right away. Instead, he pointed the gun at the clerk, and Jamie told him to leave the guy alone, that he’d done what the man wanted. Then the gunman looked up at the clerk, Richard, and nodded. Richard dropped to the floor behind the counter like a ton of bricks, and the robber turned toward Jamie.”

  “What did he do next?”

  “He kind of chuckled and aimed the gun at Jamie. Then he said, ‘You shouldn’t have stuck your nose in where it doesn’t belong.’ I thought he meant interrupting him from shooting the clerk, but now I’m not so sure.”

  “You think the clerk was in on it?”

  She thought for a moment before she answered. “Yes. I don’t think the robber meant Jamie’s interference in stopping him from shooting. I think it was something else. And whatever it happens to be, it was serious enough to get him killed.”

  Ryan shook his head. “This is pure speculation. Jamie is a college student. How could he get into trouble?”

  “Do you know anything about his friends? Could he be in some kind of trouble?”

  Ryan shook his head. “I don’t think so. He doesn’t go out much with friends. He spends most of his time working at the computer shop or writing articles for the school newspaper. I have no idea if he’s mixed up in something or not.”

  “Then you must keep Jamie from going out of town,” she said. “If somebody’s watching him, they could kill him and dispose of his body somewhere. You wouldn’t even know where to begin your search for him because he wouldn’t tell you where he was going.”

  “You’re right. I have to stop him.” Ryan grabbed his cell phone and punched in Jamie’s number. She heard it ring several times before it went to voice mail. Ryan grimaced and waited until the greeting had finished. Then he spoke into the phone. “Jamie, don’t leave town. I have reason to believe someone is after you. Get in touch with me right away, and please come to my house.”