by Terri Reid
“I’ve already told you who I am and what I need you to do. But, if you feel you can’t rearrange your schedule to expedite the needs of an ongoing investigation, I’ll be happy to call your mayor and see if he can help you set priorities,” Bradley said with a shrug.
“Who’s the mayor,” Ian whispered to Mike.
“My dad,” Mike said. “It’s a part-time thing; he’s actually a full-time farmer.”
“You don’t know the mayor,” Chuck pushed back.
“Allen and Alice,” Mike supplied.
“Allen, Allen Richards?” Bradley asked. “He’s still mayor isn’t he?”
Chuck nodded. “Yeah, he is, but he never mentioned you.”
Bradley lifted one eyebrow. “Does your brother tell you about everyone he’s met? Somehow I got the feeling the two of you didn’t …communicate as much as you used to.”
“You trying to push me around?” Chuck asked, moving into Bradley’s space.
Bradley stood his ground. “No, I’m trying to solve a murder investigation,” he said. “I just want to do my job. It would be…helpful if we could work together.”
Chuck glared at Mary and Ian. “Can you do this alone or do you have to bring Daphne and Shaggy with you?”
“I’ll meet you at your office in fifteen minutes,” Bradley replied. “Thank you for your cooperation.”
Chuck turned around and stormed across the field towards the firefighters.
Mike snorted. “That was pretty good. Gotta give that one to Uncle Chuck.”
“I’m Shaggy?” Ian protested. “He called me Shaggy. Isn’t that the unkempt one who was always eating?”
Mary nodded. “Yes, but the dog loved him.”
Bradley put his hands on Mary’s shoulders and turned her towards him. “I want you to go to the hospital and let them check you over.”
She smiled up at him. “I know you do,” she said, and then shook her head. “But there’s no way. I’m bumped, bruised and scratched. I can handle all of those things at home with my trusty first-aid kit.”
Mary put her hand on Bradley’s arm. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
He nodded and sighed, “You’d better be.”
He leaned over and kissed her on her forehead. “And take a shower, you smell like a barbeque.”
“That was fairly rude,” she said with a grin. “But a shower sounds delightful.”
Turning back to Mike and Ian, Bradley paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. “Thank you just doesn’t seem to be enough to say,” he said. “I don’t know all the details yet, but if it weren’t for you…”
“Well, then, your first born should be named Ian, of course,” Ian said.
“Mike,” Mike interrupted. “Your first born has to be named Mike.”
“Aye, Ian Michael,” Ian interjected.
“Michael Ian,” Mike argued.
“We’re only having girls,” Mary interjected.
“Aye? And the problem is?” Ian asked with a smile.
“Yeah, there are girls named Michael now,” Mike said.
Mary turned to Bradley and joked, “You just had to be grateful, didn’t you?”
But Bradley didn’t smile. “I don’t know what our children will be named, but they will have the best uncles in this world or the next,” he said, looking at each of the men. “Thank you.”
“He really knows how to take the fun out of a conversation,” Mike replied, and then he nodded. “I’d be honored to be an uncle to your kids. I always wanted a brother.”
“I’m fair overcome,” Ian said softly. “Aye, tis brothers we are now.”
Mary wiped a stray tear from her cheek as she studied the three men who had come to mean so much to her and who, she realized, her life would never be the same without.
Chapter Thirty-three
Bradley pulled his cruiser up in front of the police station. He exited the vehicle and Mike glided along next to him.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Bradley said softly to Mike. “I know he’s your uncle.”
Mike shrugged. “It’s always a good idea to have someone at your back,” Mike said, “no matter where you go.”
They entered the small building and went to the receptionist at the front desk. “Hello, Officer…” Bradley said.
She giggled. “Oh, I’m not an officer,” she admitted. “I’m the receptionist. They don’t even let me have a gun.”
The young woman was dressed in blue uniform shirt that was unbuttoned low enough to display her ample bosom.
“Well, I’m Chief Alden, from Freeport,” he said. “I believe the Chief is expecting me.”
She shrugged and smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry, Chief Alden; he was called out unexpectedly and doesn’t know when he’ll be returning,” she replied, as if she were repeating a written script. “He said he’d call you in a few days with the information you needed.”
“Why don’t I just take a look around the back room,” Mike suggested, slipping through the wall and into the main part of the station.
Bradley nodded at Mike, leaned on the desk and smiled at the young woman. “Well, I must have misunderstood him when we spoke a few minutes ago,” he said. “Probably all the confusion at the fire. Would you mind if I write him a note with some more information he might find handy?”
The woman smiled back. “Oh, no, no problem at all,” she said. “I’ll be sure he gets it. I’ll see to it personally.”
“Well, I am in awe of his well-trained and personable staff,” Bradley said, sending the woman a little wink. “Um, do you have piece of paper and pen I could use?”
She sighed and then shook herself, “Oh, oh, sorry,” she stammered. “Of course, let me get that for you.”
She left her chair and Mike appeared next to him. “Pouring it on a bit thick, aren’t you?” Mike asked.
“Hell if I know,” Bradley whispered. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I was trying to channel Ian.”
Mike chuckled. “Well, too bad you can’t channel me because Uncle Chuck is hiding back in his office, surfing the Internet.”
Bradley looked through the bullet-proof glass window next to the desk to the offices in the back of the building. “Anything you can do to get him to leave his office?” he asked Mike.
A wicked grin spread across Mike’s face. “Take your time writing your note, Chief,” he said. “I’ll have him exiting the building in no time.”
Mike faded away and the receptionist came back with a paper and pencil. “Here you are,” she said.
Bradley smiled at her again. “I feel a little awkward asking this, but have we met before? You look so familiar. Or maybe,” he began and then stopped and stared at her. “Have you done professional modeling before?”
She turned a lovely shade of pink and shrugged her shoulders. “Well, I was the Holstein Queen in last year’s Dairy Days Parade.”
Bradley’s smiled widened. “That must have been where I saw you.”
Mike reappeared in his uncle’s office. The room was large and filled with nice furniture, compared to the metal desks and chairs throughout the rest of the station. Chuck had his leather office chair reclined backwards, as he casually flipped through the internet on his laptop and sipped on a cup of coffee. The office walls were covered with photos and framed articles about Chuck’s various accomplishments in town. Sheesh, no wonder Dad couldn’t stand him.
Mike glided over to the wall facing the desk. “So, Uncle Chuck,” he said, as he tilted a photo, so it hung at an angle on the wall. “Are you still OCD?”
He moved further down the wall, and switched a few more. “Used to drive you crazy when things were out of whack,” he continued. “I remember moving around your model car collection, just enough to set you on edge. Yep, those were the good old days.”
Mike glided around the room and stood behind his uncle’s chair. He picked up a paperclip from the mahogany credenza behind him and flipped it over his uncle�
��s head to land with a ping on the desk.
Chuck’s feet dropped to the floor and he looked around the room. “Who’s there?” he said.
Then his eyes rested on the wall in front of him, his photos and pictures hanging in every angle imaginable. “What the hell? Did we have an earthquake?”
Bradley leaned over the counter and continued to scribble nonsense down on the sheet of paper. He paused several times and tried to make it look like he was thinking about some important information, even pulling out his phone and looking something up on the Internet.
“Don’t you love these new smart phones?” he asked the receptionist. “They can do everything.”
“Well, you know, I bought one and it just didn’t work for me,” she said. “It was darn right stupid.”
She giggled at her own clever remark.
Bradley acted intrigued. “Really? That’s odd. Where did you buy it?”
“Online at one of those electronic stores,” she supplied. “It was supposed to be a 3G phone or something like that.”
“And which carrier are you using?” he asked.
“Carrier?” she repeated, looking confused. “What do you mean?”
“You know, phone provider, like Verizon or Sprint or AT&T,” he said.
“Why would I need one of those?” she asked, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. “I didn’t buy the phone from them.”
“So you can connect your phone to a network and access other phones,” he suggested.
“You think?” she asked, puzzling over the entire concept.
He shrugged. “Well, you know, it’s worth a try.”
Giggling again, she nodded. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
Bradley shook his head and smiled at her again. “I just can’t imagine.”
Chuck rolled out of his chair, walked around the desk to the wall and painstakingly repositioned each frame, so they were all hung in perfect order. But before he could take his chair again, he turned and realized the first photo he repositioned was askew once again. He quickly straightened it and stepped back to check it.
Mike leaned back against the wall, chuckling. He lifted his hand and pushed the frame up, moving the photo before his uncle’s eyes.
Chuck rubbed his eyes with his hands, leaning forward to study the photo.
Mike grinned and pushed up on the opposite edge of the photo, so it straightened and then tilted in the other direction.
“Freaked out yet, Uncle Chuck?” Mike asked. “Wait until you see this.”
Mike lifted the frame with his hand and lifted it away from the wall, holding it out three feet. Then he turned it around and hung it backwards.
Chuck backed up, nearly falling over his desk, and kept his eyes glued on the photo.
Mike laughed out loud as he flicked each of the other photos with his finger, sending them rocking back and forth on the wall.
Eyes bulging and skin pale; Chuck rushed from his office out into the main area of the station.
“Oh, Chief Richards, you are in your office,” Bradley said. “And here I was just writing you a note. I guess this won’t be needed any longer.”
He ripped the note up into several pieces and turned to the receptionist. “Thank you so much for your help,” he said. “Chuck, where would you like to meet?”
Chapter Thirty-four
Mary stood in her bathroom with one leg planted on top of the toilet seat while she searched for slivers and pulled them out with her tweezers. The small chips of wood embedded in her calves and thigh were nothing compared to the monster sliver she had pulled out of Ian’s hand, but she wanted to be sure she got them all.
She took a good look at her leg. In her medical opinion, it was a mess. Good thing Linda’s wedding wasn’t for another week and good thing the dress she found was calf-length. She found another sliver and pulled it out. Ouch! That’s the last time she’d use a tree as an escape route. Next time, she decided, she wanted a helicopter to fly her to safety. That wasn’t too much to ask, was it?
A half hour later she was showered, slathered with lotion and dressed in her favorite Chicago Police Department sweats and thick wool socks. She came about half-way down the steps and leaned over the banister. “Ian,” she called out, “are you down there?”
Ian walked around from the kitchen. “Aye, darling, what do you need?”
“Is Rosie here?’ she asked.
He shook his head. “No, she’s not. Why?”
Mary continued the rest of the way down the stairs. “She doesn’t think I should wear my sweats anymore,” she said, “especially now that I’m engaged.”
“Ah, she wants you to look more…” he paused expectantly.
She sighed. “More feminine, I guess,” she said, pausing at the bottom of the stairs.
Ian looked over her, smiled and shook his head. Her damp hair hung in curling tendrils around a peaches and cream complexion that needed no make-up to enhance her natural beauty. Her eyes sparkled with a humor and warmth that drew people to her. Her oversized sweats made her look like a pixie out for a bit of fun, but in no way hid her very feminine curves.
“Well, just for the record,” he said, “I think you look charming and very feminine.”
She smiled at him. “Thank you, Ian, you always say the nicest things.”
“It’s me sexy Scottish accent,” he replied, wagging his eyebrows at her and then he paused. “Although very recently I was compared to Scrooge McDuck.”
Laughing, she patted his shoulder, as she passed him on the way to the kitchen. “Poor you,” she said. “Who would have been so insensitive to say something like that?”
He followed her into the kitchen and sat on one of the stools next to the counter, while she picked up the kettle and filled it with water for tea.
“Oh, a young man at the lake,” Ian said, reaching over for the cookie jar and helping himself. “Ronny Goodridge.”
Mary placed the kettle down on the counter and turned to him. “Oh, Ian, you found him,” she said. “What happened? What did he say?”
“I can tell you that I’ve never, in my life, had the urge to find and do harm to another human being as I did after Ronny told us about what happened to him,” he said, shaking his head. “Mary, the man was an animal. No, worse, for even an animal wouldn’t have done what he did to the lad.”
“Oh, Ian,” Mary replied sadly. “How…how is he doing?”
A half-smile appeared on Ian’s face. “If nothing else, working with you, meeting these ghosts, has taught me that the human spirit is indomitable,” he said. “I left Ronny and Timmy at the lake, chasing each other about and hunting for coyotes. They were laughing like little boys at play.”
The smile disappeared and he met her eyes. “I told them to come here, when they were done at the lake,” he said. “But you need to know… his appearance.”
“Was he hurt badly?” she asked.
“His face was pushed into the mud, probably suffocated, after he was brutally beaten,” he said. “It’s a frightful sight. I suggested to Timmy he not bring Ronny around to Maggie’s.”
She nodded. “Thank you, that was very wise. How did Timmy react to Ronny’s face?”
Shrugging, Ian thought for a moment. “Once they started talking, he didn’t seem to notice it anymore.”
“He saw past it, to the child beneath?” Mary asked.
“Aye, he did,” he replied.
Mary picked up the kettle and put it on the stove to heat up. “Was he able to tell you where he was buried?” she asked, walking over and sitting on the stool next to him.
He handed her a cookie and nodded. “He was dumped into the lake,” he replied. “Ronny remembers it being dark and cold when he died.”
Mary put the cookie down on the counter, her eyes filling with tears and she wrapped her arms around herself. “The ghosts and the things that go bump in the night aren’t monsters,” she whispered. “It’s the people who drive around during the day, pretending to be someone
they aren’t, and taking advantage of those who are weaker than they. Those are the monsters.”
“Mike found his body,” Ian said, “towards the middle of the lake. He asked for a few minutes before he could talk about it, but then we got busy with a fire…”
She turned towards him. “And here we are,” she said.
He put his hands on her shoulders. “Aye, here we are, helping those little boys find their way home,” he said pointedly. “There are monsters out there, Mary. But there are also angels and they come in all shapes and sizes. And sometimes we get to be an angel and sometimes we get to help an angel.”
She nodded and took a deep breath. “And sometimes the angels get to kick the monster’s butt.”
He grinned. “Aye, and that feels great.”
Chapter Thirty-five
“So, we met in the records room,” Bradley recounted with a grin. “He said his office was too crowded.”
Mike laughed. “You should have seen the look on his face when I set all of the photos rocking back and forth on the wall. It was priceless.”
“That was brilliant,” Mary said. “You both did an amazing job!”
“Well, I had the easy part,” Mike admitted, sending a grin to Bradley. “I didn’t have to keep the over endowed receptionist occupied.”
Mary stopped laughing and turned to Bradley. “Over endowed?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.
“She was the Holstein Queen during last year’s Dairy Days,” Mike added.
“Udderly beautiful?” Ian asked.
Choking, Mary slapped Ian’s shoulder. “Stop that,” she laughed.
Bradley chuckled. “She was harmless,” he said. “And she happily made copies of all the records we needed.”
“Yeah, and she told Bradley if he needed ‘anything else’ he should call her,” Mike added.
“I’m sure she just meant records,” Bradley said.
Mike turned to Mary. “He smiled at her and winked. She was a goner as soon as he walked in the door.”
