Ladies Love Lawmen: When It's A Matter of The Heart or Death...

by D'Ann Lindun

  “Yeah, this evening.” She seemed fixated on the three little baby outfits. “Are we still going to visit Briar Rose? I want to make a stop and buy my niece a few things.” She sniffed. “These are just rags.”

  “Yeah, let’s do that.” He looked around helplessly. “Do you have any idea what she’ll need to wear home?”

  She glanced at the slim selection and wrinkled her nose. “I’ll buy her something pretty, too.” Pressing her fingers to her chin, she looked around. “The baby is going to need a crib, a changing table, maybe even a rocking chair. I wonder if Mama’s old cane rocker is still around here somewhere.”

  “Why do you suppose they didn’t have stuff ready?” Jake tried to keep the censure from his voice, but she didn’t seem to take offense.

  “I have no idea. It’s just one of many things I intend to ask my brother when I find him. Let’s look in the attic and see if there’s any baby furniture before I go buy some.”

  Obediently, he followed her up narrow stairs to the attic. She shoved the door with her shoulder and it opened with a creaky groan. A bare bulb hung from the ceiling and barely lit the interior. Dust motes shimmered in the afternoon air. Trunks and boxes were stacked along the back wall. A dresser with a cracked mirror took up one corner. Four kitchen chairs stood at awkward angles and an action hero Halloween costume hung from one broken leg.

  “Do you see anything that looks like a crib?” Castaña sneezed as she dug through a pile of rags. “Why are these here anyway?”

  “No, but here’s your rocking chair.” Jake lifted an ottoman that had once been scarlet now faded to a pale pink. It had a musty odor and he tossed it aside.

  She wiggled her way back through the pile of junk. “My mama’s,” she said almost reverently as she touched the cane rocker. Only one of the few things that looked worth saving up here. “It used to be in her room. When Papa got in one of his moods she’d go in there and sew. Sometimes I’d keep her company—” Spinning away, she sorted through more junk. “I don’t see a crib here.”

  He wanted to hold her, to take away some of her pain, but instead picked up the rocking chair. He had to keep his emotional distance. “We should go.”

  “Yeah.” She swiped dusty hands down her thighs. “I’m ready.”

  Silently, he carried the rocker downstairs and placed it in Briar Rose’s bedroom.

  “I’ll spruce this up tonight.” Castaña looked at her dusty hands. “Give me a few minutes to clean up.”

  Jake nodded. “Take your time.”

  In less time than he expected she returned wearing a slim pair of jeans and a dark green T-shirt that made her green eyes stand out. Her hair swung around her waist in a soft wave that made him ache to touch it. He wasn’t going there. He jumped up. “Ready?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  She walked out ahead of him and he had to force his hungry eyes away from her hair swinging across her exceptionally fine butt. Why hadn’t she put her hair in a braid? Or an old lady bun? Anything but that sheet of satin that begged to be caressed. It didn’t help that she’d used some fruit scented shampoo that drifted off her in a subtle reminder of last night. Was she teasing him on purpose?

  “You want to drive,” she asked, distracting him.

  He risked a glance at her as she buckled herself into his pickup seat and the seatbelt cut across her breasts, pulling the cotton of her shirt tight, accenting their shape, and a snug lap belt drew his attention to her slim waist and thighs. She didn’t seem to be on a mission to drive him insane with lust. Her actions weren’t calculated to seduce, but God help him, she was doing just that. He swallowed.

  “Do you like music?” She handed him a CD.

  When she handed over her selection, he almost groaned aloud. Greatest Love Songs of the Decade by assorted country artists. Music guaranteed to make him want her all over again.

  ~*~

  Castaña asked Jake to go to a large mall and he obliged with a smile that stole her breath. She expected him to head for the nearest sporting goods store while she hit the baby boutiques, but he stuck with her.

  Frothy pink and baby blue nearly overwhelmed Castaña as they entered a clothing store. She couldn’t imagine how Jake was taking the explosion of pastels. A middle-aged woman wearing a pink dress approached them. “Welcome to Baby Time. How may I help you?” Before they could respond, she went on. “Is this your first baby? As you can see we have a wide selection for the expectant mom.”

  The thought of carrying Jake’s baby warmed Castaña’s insides. “I’m shopping for my brand new niece. She was born just this morning.”

  “Oh, how wonderful!” The clerk’s nametag read Betty. “What does she need?”

  Castaña looked around without a clue where to begin. “Everything.”

  Betty took her arm. “Darling, you’ve come to the right place.”

  Everything was so sweet, so cute, it was hard to resist. Castaña held up a tiny dress marveling at the size. A pair of snow soft bunny booties made her laugh. Items piled up on the counter—two dozen outfits including booties, several blankets and a crib set with a matching mobile made of farm animals.

  At one point Jake shook his head in amazement. “Do you really think she needs all this?”

  Both women glared at him and he shrugged meekly.

  Castaña had never thought shopping for baby things could be so much fun, but she was loving every second of the experience. The only thing that could make it more enjoyable was if it was for her own baby. She’d never been much of a baby person before. Longing for one like some of her friends did always struck her a little silly. But with Jake only a few inches away she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to build a relationship with him . . . maybe even bear his child someday.

  The thought turned her cheeks red.

  “I think this will do,” she told Betty.

  The saleslady smiled. “Very good.”

  Close to three hundred dollars later, she and Jake staggered out of the store with her purchases. After stowing them in the backseat of his truck, he moved to open the front door for her.

  “Wait,” Castaña told him. “I still have to go to a department store and buy a crib.”

  To his credit, he didn’t moan or complain. They found the infants’ department and located cribs inside JCPenney. Another helpful saleslady bustled over to help them. What was it about baby items that made salespeople so eager to assist? In all her years of buying clothes, Castaña didn’t think she’d ever had as much help as she had this one day. “I need a crib for a newborn. Something sturdy and something that can be delivered tonight.”

  The lady smiled, showing small perfect teeth. “This way.”

  Castaña looked at the selections, confused. They all seemed similar to her. “Which one?” she asked Jake, ignoring the saleswoman’s suggestion of the most expensive design.

  He compared warranties on two then pointed to a classic model. “This one. It says the slats are safety approved by the government.”

  “Cribs aren’t safe?”

  He shrugged. “Apparently not in some cases.”

  The saleslady, this time named Jean, puffed up. “I assure you all of our baby furniture is federally approved for infant and toddler safety. In the last fifteen years, the government regulates all baby furniture.”

  “I’m relieved to hear that,” Castaña murmured. “I need a few more things.”

  Jean smiled. “Of course, dear.”

  In the toy section, she picked out a handful of pink plush. A teddy bear, a little horse, a dog and two dolls. When she reached for a darling cat Jake put his hand over hers. “Don’t you think you’ve spoiled the kid enough for one day?”

  Reluctantly, she put the cat back. “I guess.”

  Jake hadn’t complained once, but Castaña knew he had to be weary of shopping. She hated to make him do it, but she detoured to the women’s section. A rack of floaty tops and matching skirts hung from a rack. Perfect for Briar Rose. Choosing two, one
in peach and one in mint, Castaña held them up for Jake’s approval.

  He shrugged. “They look nice.”

  She laughed at his bemused expression. “I’ll quit punishing you and take these. But first I want to buy Briar Rose some underwear.” She grabbed a pack of functional white panties. “I guess these’ll do.”

  He held up an emerald colored bra and matching thong with one finger. “I like this better. Matches your eyes.”

  Castaña’s cheeks blazed. She darted a glance around, thankful no one had heard him. Was he thinking of seeing her in her undies again? Not gonna happen. “Put that down and let’s get out of here.” She marched away to the sound of his soft laughter.

  At the counter, he pulled his wallet from his back pocket and took a credit card from it.

  Castaña dug in her purse for her Visa. “What are you doing?”

  “Helping out.” He handed his card to Jean. “Use mine.”

  “I can’t let you do that,” Castaña protested. “This is for my niece.” Did he think she couldn’t pay her own bills? That she was irresponsible like Martin? Where had he gotten that impression?

  His expression was unreadable when he looked at her. “It’s not every day I get to deliver a baby. I want to spoil her a little too.”

  She gave a sharp nod. “Okay. Thank you.”

  “My pleasure.” He signed the slip and asked when the crib could be delivered.

  “Saturday at the earliest,” Jean said.

  “We need it tonight,” Castaña protested.

  Jean shook her head sadly. “That’s just not possible.”

  “Tell you what,” Jake said, “we’ll take it home in my truck. Where’s the loading dock?”

  A beaming Jean gave them directions as another employee handed over sacks with the clothes and stuffed animals inside. They walked outside in silence, loaded their bags, and then found the loading area with no trouble. A crew loaded the furniture in the bed of Jake’s pickup.

  “To the hospital?” Jake started the ignition.

  Castaña glanced over her shoulder. “Do you think this stuff will be safe while we’re inside?”

  “Why don’t I drop you off, run to your place, and drop this stuff off? Then I’ll come back and pick you up.”

  “But you won’t get to see the baby,” she protested.

  “It’s okay. I’ll see her in the morning,” he said.

  She shook her head. “No. I’ve been here before. We’ll both go and take turns visiting Briar Rose. One of us can wait in the hall overlooking the parking lot. That way we can keep an eye on our stuff and see Briar Rose too.”

  “Makes sense,” he agreed.

  Her heart thudded a little faster when he smiled.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Jake stood guard over the pickup while Castaña went in to visit Briar Rose. He waited in the glassed-in visitor area of the maternity wing. Several worn-out but ecstatic looking men passed through, and he figured they were either new fathers or close to becoming one. A man who looked like he hadn’t slept in days came in the area and handed Jake a pink cigar. “For my new baby girl.”

  Jake took the cigar. “Thanks, and congrats.”

  The man beamed. “You a new dad, too?”

  “Me? Oh, no. I mean my friend is with someone who had a baby this morning.” Friend didn’t seem to be the right word for Castaña, but he didn’t have a better one. Lover? No, that implied a commitment he couldn’t make. The sister of the man he intended to arrest didn’t sound so great either.

  The man with the cigars seemed determined to share his mood. He waved a fistful of cigars around. “I never knew what I was missing.” He teared up. “I hope your friend is as lucky as I am.”

  Jake shifted, hoping the guy would go. All this talk was making him uncomfortable. Again, he wondered what it would have felt like to share the birth experience with someone he loved? Helping Briar Rose had moved him immensely, but if he had been with a woman he loved, he’d probably be over the moon. “I hope so, too.”

  “Have a good one, man.” The new daddy slapped Jake on the back and took off.

  Glancing around to make sure Castaña wasn’t within hearing, Jake dialed Kelso and filled him in on the day’s events.

  “What kind of hole have you fallen into up there?” Kelso demanded after a stunned silence. “Have you seen the Mad Hatter yet? What about the Queen of Hearts?”

  “Funny.”

  “It’s freakin’ hilarious,” Kelso said. “You were sent up there to do a simple collar and it’s turned into a three-ring circus.”

  “Has Staton said anything about pulling me off the case?”

  “Not yet,” Kelso said. “But you’re running out of leash real fast.”

  “I know. But this thing just gets weirder by the day.” Jake watched as another harried couple rushed into the lobby. “Can you find out if Rose’s sisters were in Arizona making a break from the Family of the Sun compound? It strikes me as strange that they were within a few miles of Briar Rose, but haven’t shown up.”

  “Anything else?”

  “Have you had time to do any checking on Axell Tsosie or Nascha Nizhoni?” Jake dug in his pocket for change and dropped a few quarters in a soda machine. Popping the lid on a cola, he sipped as Kelso answered.

  “Yeah. Nothing interesting on the Delacourte broad, by the way. Anyway, Axell and Nascha both went to Diné College at the same time, even dated for a while. After graduation, they went their separate ways. He moved to Santa Fe for a while, starved nearly to death and ended up as Caroline Delacourte’s stud muffin. Nascha ended up in Payson. Neither has anything illegal in their background. Not that they got caught for anyway.”

  “Any other connection?”

  “One.”

  Jake tried to curb his impatience. He only had a few minutes before Castaña returned. “Are you going to make me climb through the phone and drag it out of you?”

  “They both belonged to the Environmental Club.”

  “So?” Jake didn’t bother to hide his irritation now. Why was Kelso bringing this up? What difference did it make?

  “Although neither of them were ever arrested, both were well known for taking up environmental causes. Marched in demonstrations, picketed the oil rigs on the reservation, that sort of thing.”

  “Did either of them ever have anything to do with wild horses?” Jake’s mind began to race. He set his cola aside, forgotten. Martin had dated Nascha and his cause was the wild horse plight. Axell knew Nascha. Axell had been photographing the mustangs when he was killed. What connected them? Jake had to find a way to talk to Nascha again.

  “Not that I could dig up,” Kelso said. “But that doesn’t mean they didn’t. It just means I couldn’t find anything useful.”

  “Do you know how Martin and Nascha met?”

  “No. Didn’t dig that up yet.”

  “Probably when she moved to Payson.” Jake thought out loud. “If she was into causes, Martin would be a natural draw. He’s fairly well known around here for his activism.”

  “This is all interesting stuff,” Kelso said. “But what difference does it make?”

  Jake didn’t know. The pieces weren’t quite fitting and he couldn’t see what he was missing. “Just that this girl was involved with two men. One’s dead and the other’s missing and probably dead, too.”

  “Yeah, I see your point.”

  Jake spotted Castaña coming toward him. “I have to go. If you learn anything more let me know.”

  “No prob—”

  Jake hung up and slipped his phone in his pocket before Castaña spotted it. Time to puzzle over Nascha, Axell and Martin’s connection later. He smiled at her. “How’s Briar Rose?”

  “Worn out, but ecstatic.”

  “Did she like her presents? What about all the baby clothes? Was she pleased?”

  Castaña’s eyes lit up. “Loved them so much she cried. Hormones, I guess.”

  “How’s baby?’

  “Perfec
t.” She gnawed her lip.

  “You saw her?”

  “Better. I held her for about ten minutes,” Castaña said. Her eyes glowed. “Oh, Jake, she’s the most perfect little thing.”

  “But?”

  “You’ve got to go see her before they take her back to the nursery.” She gave him a little shove. “Go.”

  He did as she asked, but he wasn’t in a hurry to hold the baby. The idea scared him to death. Knocking on Briar Rose’s door, and after being told to come in, he entered. She sat propped up in a narrow bed, the baby nestled in a cradle beside her. For as bad as Briar Rose looked the last time he’d seen her she had made a remarkable recovery. Her hair shone under the bright lights and her cheeks glowed a rosy pink.

  “Hi,” he said softly. “How are you doing?”

  “Good, thanks to you.” Her smiled rivaled the sun for brightness.

  “You did all the work.” He sat on the chair beside her bed. “How’s the little one?”

  “Wonderful.” She looked at the sleeping infant with pride. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

  “Gorgeous,” he agreed, although all he could see was a tiny bundle wrapped in a pink blanket. “Have you picked out a name?”

  “Arielle Grace,” she said proudly. She stroked the sleeping baby with a tender touch. “I’ve always loved names of princesses whether they were real or make believe. So I used one of each. Arielle is from a Disney movie and Grace from Princess Grace of Monaco. She was so beautiful and elegant.”

  “Pretty.” Not sure what else to say, he watched her hand smooth over little Arielle Grace’s back. “Castaña is so proud of her niece. I’m sure her daddy will be, too.”

  A flash of something—fear?—darted across her face before she hid it with a smile. “I can’t believe everything she bought. And you, too. No one’s ever done anything like that for me before.” Her eyes filled with tears and she rubbed them with her fists. “Thank you.”