B.J. Daniels the Cardwell Ranch Collection

by B. J Daniels

“I just need to talk to the marshal for a few moments,” Liza said. “But I’m going to need Jordan.” He nodded and stepped out of the room with her and Hud, closing the door behind them.

  “I can’t stand being in this bed and not knowing what’s going on,” Dana said.

  Clay was looking at the baby lying next to her. “Is that Stacy’s?”

  “Yes,” Dana said with a sigh as Ella stirred awake. At least Stacy hadn’t kidnapped Ella. This little baby was Dana’s niece. But where was Stacy? And did whatever Liza needed to talk to Hud and Jordan about have something to do with her sister or the murder?

  * * *

  “I THINK YOU’D BETTER SEE these photographs,” Liza said to Hud the moment the bedroom door closed behind him. “Tessa gave them to me. She said Alex had left them in her safekeeping.”

  “Alex trusted Tessa?” Jordan said. “He had to know how close she was to Shelby.”

  “Obviously Alex trusted her not to give the photos to Shelby,” Hud said and gave Jordan a how-did-you-get-involved-in-this-discussion? look.

  “Tessa and Alex had a history,” Liza said and told them what Crystal Winslow had told her. “She thought Alex was having an affair with Shelby, but I think it might have been Tessa. The two of them were dating in high school when Shelby broke them up so Tessa could spy on Tanner, right, Jordan?” He nodded and she continued. “That’s a bond that Alex and Tessa shared against Shelby. With Tessa’s marriage over and Alex’s apparently not going well, they reconnected.”

  Hud looked through the photos then reluctantly handed them to Jordan. “You know the people in the photos?” he asked his brother-in-law.

  Jordan nodded. “So someone took photos of the party. This can’t be enough to get Alex killed over.”

  She waited until Jordan had finished going through the photos before she took them back, sorted through them until she found the two she wanted, then produced a magnifying glass from her pocket. “Check this out.”

  They all moved over to the table as Liza put the large magnifying glass over the first photograph. “You can clearly see Malcolm Iverson’s construction equipment in the background. But look here.” She pointed at a spot to the left of one of the large dump trucks.

  Jordan let out a surprised, “Whoa. It’s Shelby.”

  Liza moved the magnifying glass to the second photo and both men took a look.

  “Shelby vandalized the equipment,” Jordan said. He let out a low whistle and looked at Liza. “You can clearly see Shelby dressed in black, dumping sugar into one of the two-ton trucks’ gas tanks. If these photographs would have come out back then, she could have gone to jail.”

  Liza nodded. “Shelby has every reason in the world not to want these photographs to ever see daylight. She’s married to the man whose father she bankrupted by vandalizing his construction equipment. The rest is like knocking over dominos. She vandalizes the equipment, Malcolm Iverson blames Harris Lancaster and shoots him, Malcolm goes to prison, then gets out and mysteriously dies in a boating accident.”

  “She didn’t pull this off alone,” Jordan said.

  “No,” Liza agreed. “In these two photos you can see Whitney and Ashley are keeping everyone’s attention on them at the campfire,” she said as she showed them two other photographs of the girls pretending to strip to whatever music was playing.

  “Where was Tessa?” Jordan asked.

  “With Tanner in the woods,” Liza said and sifted through the photos until she found one of Tanner and Tessa coming out of the woods together.

  Jordan let out a low whistle. “Shelby thought of everything.”

  “She just didn’t realize that someone was taking photographs of the party,” Liza said.

  “I wonder where the negatives are. Alex wasn’t dumb enough to trust Tessa completely. So who has the negatives?”

  “Jordan has a point,” Liza said.

  Hud looked at his brother-in-law. “You should have gone into law enforcement.”

  Jordan smiled. “I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

  “I’m sure Hud meant it as one,” Liza said.

  “If Alex had the goods on Shelby and was blackmailing her, then why ask around about photos that were already in his possession? Or hint that Tanner’s death wasn’t a suicide?” Hud asked.

  “Maybe he just wanted to shake up those involved. Or shake them down. What I’d like to know is who took the photos,” Jordan said.

  She looked over at him. “I just assumed Alex did since he isn’t in any of them. Was he at the party that night?”

  Jordan shrugged. “He was earlier.”

  “So these could merely be copies of photographs taken at the party,” Hud said. “Which means there could be more than one person shopping the photos. That is what you’re getting at, right, Deputy? Blackmail? For the past twenty years?”

  Liza shook her head. “At least Alex hasn’t been blackmailing Shelby for twenty years that I can find. I got his bank records for the past two years faxed to me. He made his first deposits only four months ago. Nine thousand dollars each month. He must have known that anything over ten thousand dollars would be red flagged by the bank.”

  “Why wait twenty years if he was going to blackmail Shelby?” Hud asked.

  “I suspect that when his wife threw him out—along with all his stuff including some old photographs from high school, he hadn’t looked at them in years,” Liza said. “When he did, he saw what we’re seeing and, since he already had reason to hate Shelby over the Tessa deal, decided to blackmail her.”

  “And she killed him,” Jordan said.

  Hud sighed. “Can we prove it?”

  “Not yet,” Liza said as she sorted through the photographs. “But I overheard Shelby on the phone with a creditor saying the check was in the mail. I asked around. Yogamotion has been having trouble paying its bills the past few months, but Hilde says it is packed for every class and it isn’t cheap to join.”

  “So have you talked to Shelby yet?” Hud asked.

  She shook her head. “There’s something else you need to see.” She pointed to a figure in the shadows of the pines at the edge of the campfire in one of the photographs.

  “Stacy?” Hud said after taking the photo from her and using the magnifying glass to bring his sister-in-law’s face into focus. He groaned and looked at Jordan.

  “She wasn’t there when I left,” he said, holding up his hands. “It never dawned on me that she might have been at the party. We never went to the same parties or hung with the same crowd, so I have no idea what she was doing there.”

  “This could explain why Stacy came back to the canyon,” Hud said with a curse.

  “Maybe it is just bad timing on her part.” Liza tapped the photo. “But Stacy knows who was taking the photographs. She’s looking right at the person with the camera.”

  “Which means she also knew there were photographs taken of the party that night.”

  * * *

  “HUD?”

  “Dana, what is it?” he cried, hearing something in his wife’s voice that scared him. He rushed to the bedroom door to find Clay holding Dana’s hand. Ella was crying.

  “Can you take Ella? She needs a bottle,” Dana said.

  He tried to calm down. “That’s all?” Then he saw his wife grimace. “What was that?” he demanded as Liza volunteered to take the crying baby and get Ella a bottle. Jordan had moved to the side of Dana’s bed.

  “A twinge. I’ve been having them all day,” Dana admitted.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded.

  “Because I didn’t want to worry you.” She cringed as she had another one, this one definitely stronger from her reaction.

  “I’m calling the doctor,” he said and started to turn from the crowded room.

 
Hud hadn’t heard a car drive up let alone anyone else enter the house so he was surprised to turn and see Stacy standing in the doorway of Dana’s bedroom.

  Maybe more shocking was how bad she looked. Both eyes were black and the blood from a cut on her cheek had dried to a dark red. Her hair was matted to her head on one side with what Hud guessed was also blood.

  Dana let out a startled cry when she saw her sister.

  “I wasn’t completely honest with you,” Stacy said in a hoarse voice as she stumbled forward.

  That’s when Hud saw the man behind her, the one holding the gun.

  “Just get the baby,” the man ordered Stacy, jabbing her in the back with the barrel of the gun. “Then we won’t be troubling you people any further.”

  Stacy moved toward the bassinet that had been brought in next to Dana’s bed. She leaned over it, gripping the sides.

  Hud saw the bruises on her neck and noticed the way she was favoring her left side as if her ribs hurt her. He looked at the man in the doorway still holding the gun on Stacy.

  “What’s this about?” he asked the man, trying to keep his tone calm while his heart was pounding. Dana was in labor. He needed to get her to the hospital. He didn’t need whatever trouble Stacy was in right now.

  “Didn’t Stacy tell you? She made off with my kid.”

  “She’s my baby, too, Virgil,” Stacy said, still staring down into the crib.

  Hud remembered that the crib was empty because Liza had taken the baby into the kitchen with her to get her a bottle.

  “He took Ella away from me,” Stacy said, crying.

  “Her name isn’t Ella,” Virgil snapped. “I told you I was naming her after my mother. Her name is Katie, you stupid b—”

  “He took her from me right after she was born and has been raising her with his girlfriend,” Stacy said through her tears. “He would only let me come see her a few times.”

  “Because you’d make a crappy mother. Letting you even see her was a mistake,” the man spat. “Now get the damned baby and let’s go.”

  Even the thought of this man taking Ella made Hud sick to his stomach. But he couldn’t have any gunplay around Dana, especially since his own gun was locked up like it always was when he was home with the kids.

  Dana still kept a shotgun by the kitchen back door though, high on the wall where the kids couldn’t reach it, but handy for adults. He wondered if Liza had heard Stacy and the man come in, if she had any idea what was going on?

  Stacy turned her head, her gaze locking with Hud’s, as she pleaded for his help.

  “Let me get the baby for you,” Hud said and stepped to the bassinet.

  * * *

  LIZA HAD BEEN HEATING A BOTTLE of formula for Ella when she heard the door open, then close softly. She listened, drawn by the faint sound of footfalls crossing the living room to Dana’s door.

  She peered around the corner in time to see the man with the gun. Her heart leaped to her throat. She was out of uniform, her weapon was in the car and she had a baby in one arm. She carefully opened the door of the microwave before it could ding and looked at Ella. The baby grinned at her and flapped her arms.

  “I’m going to have to put you down. I need you to be really quiet,” Liza whispered. She looked around for a place to put the baby and decided the rug in front of the sink was going to have to do. Carefully, she put down the baby. As she was rising, she saw the shotgun hanging high on the wall over the back door.

  Knowing Dana, the shotgun would be loaded. All she could do was pray that it was since she wouldn’t have the first idea where to look for shells. She could hear Ella babbling on the rug behind her and trying to snake toward her.

  Hurry. She reached up on tiptoes and eased the shotgun off its rack. Trying not to make a sound, she cracked the gun open. Two shells. She dearly loved Dana who knew there was nothing more worthless than an unloaded shotgun.

  Ella was watching her expectantly as she crept to the kitchen doorway. She could see the man with the gun, but she could hear voices coming from Dana’s bedroom. Normally, she was cool and calm. It was what made her a good cop. But so much was riding on what she did now, she felt the weight of it at heart level.

  She had no idea what she would be walking into. No idea who the man was or why he was in this house with a gun. Moving along the edge of the room to keep the old hardwood floor from creaking, she headed for the bedroom doorway.

  “Come on, hurry it up. Give me the baby,” snapped a male voice she didn’t recognize. “We don’t have all day.”

  Liza was next to the doorway. She could see the man holding the gun. He had it pointed at Stacy who was standing next to Hud beside the empty bassinet. Hud had his hands inside the bassinet. He appeared to be rolling up Ella’s quilt.

  Taking a breath, she let it out slowly, the same way she did at the gun range just before she shot.

  Then she moved quickly. She jammed the barrel of shotgun into the man’s side and in clear, loud voice said, “Drop the gun or I will blow a hole in you the size of Montana.”

  The man froze for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look at her. When he saw her, he smiled. “Put down the shotgun before you hurt yourself, little lady.”

  “There’s something I wasn’t honest with you about either,” Stacy said turning from the bassinet. “My brother-in-law is a marshal and that woman holding a shotgun is a deputy. She will kill you if you don’t drop your gun.”

  “But I’ll kill you first,” he snarled and lifted the gun to take aim.

  Liza moved in quickly, slamming the barrel hard into his ribs as Hud threw Stacy to the floor. Her momentum drove the man back and into the wall. She knocked the pistol from his hand, then cold-cocked him with the shotgun. As his eyes rolled back into his head, he slid down the wall to the floor.

  Hud already had the man’s gun and bent to frisk him, pulling out his wallet. “Dana, are you all right?” he asked over his shoulder. Liza could hear Stacy sobbing.

  “I’m fine,” Dana said.

  The marshal rose. “I’ll get my cuffs.” He was back an instant later and had the man cuffed. Liza hadn’t taken her eyes off their prisoner. She’d seen his hand twitch and knew he was coming around.

  “Stacy, Ella is in the kitchen on the floor,” Liza said over her shoulder.

  “I’m not leaving without my baby,” the man screamed at Stacy as she hurried past her and into the kitchen. “I’ll kill you next time. I swear, I’m going to kill you.”

  Hud hauled him to his feet. “You aren’t going anywhere but jail. You just threatened to kill my sister-in-law in front of a half dozen witnesses.”

  “I’ll take him in,” Liza said. “You take Dana to the hospital. I heard her say her water just broke.” As she led him out of the house, Liza began to read him his rights.

  Chapter Fifteen

  After booking Virgil Browning, Liza was just in time to catch Shelby as she was coming out of Yogamotion. She had a large bag, the handles looped over one shoulder, and seemed to be in a hurry. As Liza had walked past Shelby’s SUV, she’d noticed there were suitcases in the back.

  “I’m sorry, we’re closed, Deputy,” Shelby said. “And I’m in a hurry.”

  “You might want to open back up. Unless you want to discuss why you were being blackmailed at your house with your husband present.”

  All the color washed from the woman’s face. She leaned into the door as if needing it for support. “I don’t—”

  “Don’t bother lying. Alex would have bled you dry since his wife was taking everything in the divorce, right? He needed money and he had you right where he wanted you. Of course, you had to kill him.”

  “I didn’t kill Alex.” When Liza said nothing, Shelby opened the door to Yogamotion and turned on the light as they both stepped back inside.


  Liza saw the sign that had been taped to the door. Closed Until Further Notice. Shelby was skipping town, sure as the devil.

  “I swear I didn’t kill him,” she said as they went into her office and sat down. “Why would I kill him? I had no idea who was blackmailing me,” Shelby cried.

  Liza studied her face for a moment, trying to decide if she was telling the truth or lying through her teeth.

  “So how was it you made the payment if you didn’t know who was blackmailing you?”

  “I sent ten thousand dollars in cash to J. Doe, general delivery in Bozeman each month.”

  “You were that afraid of the truth coming out?” Liza had to ask.

  “How can you ask that?” Shelby cried. “It wasn’t just the vandalism. Wyatt’s father lost his business, went to prison and probably killed himself, all because of what I did.” She was crying now, real tears.

  “You had to know it would eventually come out.”

  She shook her head adamantly. “It would destroy my marriage, my reputation, I’d have to leave town. Wyatt has said if he ever found out who did that to his father, he’d kill them.”

  Liza felt a chill run the length of her spine. “Maybe he’s already killed. Didn’t he blame Tanner for what happened?”

  She quit crying for a moment and wiped at her tears, frowning as she realized what Liza was saying. “Yes, he blamed Tanner, but he wouldn’t…” The words died off. “Tanner killed himself.”

  “Did he? Was Wyatt jealous of your relationship with Tanner?” Liza saw the answer in the woman’s expression. “Tanner was supposed to be watching the equipment, right?”

  “No, Wyatt wouldn’t…” She shook her head. “He’s had to overcome so much.”

  “Does he know about the blackmail?”

  “No, of course not.”

  But Liza could see the fear in the woman’s eyes. “If he found out that you were being blackmailed and thought it was Alex Winslow behind it, what would your husband do?”

  “He couldn’t have found out,” she said. “If he knew, he would have left me.”

  Liza thought about that for a moment. “What if you weren’t the only one being blackmailed?”