The Michaela Bancroft Mysteries 1-3

by Michele Scott

  "I don't think so. Brad is greedy. He's the kind of guy who likes his cake and wants to eat it, too. My gut tells me that Kirsten was a fun fling and he never thought I would find out about it. I do think he planned to leave me though, after the ten years was up. Things with us had ceased to be fun, and Brad obviously isn't one with too much depth."

  Davis nodded. "I went through a divorce a few years ago."

  That explained the no ring on the finger. "Not fun. Do you have children?"

  "One. She's nine. My ex and I have joint custody of her."

  "That's great. I mean, not great you have to share your daughter like that, or that you're divorced, but that you have a child." She swallowed hard.

  "You think that it's possible your ex blames your uncle for everything?"

  "I think it's possible."

  "I'm going to need to speak with your ex-husband. Can you give me his information?"

  "Of course." Michaela stood and went into the kitchen. She took out a pen and paper from her odds-and-ends drawer and wrote down Brad's address and phone numbers, then handed it to Davis. His fingers brushed her hand. On purpose? She didn't think so, but oddly enough— and maybe because she didn't want to be alone— her stomach fluttered at his touch. She tried to ignore it as he stood and shook her hand.

  "I know it's been a rough day for you. I'll have a cruiser come by. But you should be safe enough here, especially with Dr. Slater around."

  "Oh, no. He's not my boyfriend, if that's what you're thinking. I've known Ethan forever." That sounded brilliant. Why did she feel the need to clarify their relationship to the detective?

  Davis nodded. "I thought you'd like to know, we have an officer stationed at your uncle's ranch."

  "That's good. Thanks. Um, how is Bean?"

  "Mr. Chasen?"

  "Is that his last name?"

  Davis nodded. "Sylvester Chasen. He's fine. We questioned him and let him go on his way."

  "Oh." She wanted to ask Davis more about Bean, but had the distinct feeling he wasn't going to tell her anything.

  "I was also able to get a hold of Dwayne Yamaguchi. He's coming back from Vegas tonight to help Mrs. Bancroft out. And, uh, Sylvester, or I mean Bean will be back in the morning to work, I believe. Again, thank you for your time. I'll be in touch."

  As he started out the door, Camden breezed in past him and said, "Hello."

  He nodded and continued on his way, Camden's eyes following him like a cat toying with a mouse, as he closed the door. She turned and faced Michaela. "Hot damn, look at you, finally moving on. Tell me, I have got to know, who is the hottie?"

  "You don't really want to know," Michaela replied and burst into tears.

  EIGHT

  CAMDEN LOANED HER SHOULDER TO MICHAELA and after a couple of hours she was all cried out— again. They now sat in silence on the couch.

  "I'm sorry, sweetie. I can't imagine what you've been through today, and I'm sorry that I wasn't here for you. I wish you'd called me, I would have boogied back here."

  "I know. The day has gone by in a blur. It all seems so surreal. There are moments when it feels like it didn't happen, and I actually smiled when that detective was here, but then the reality hits and I feel so horrible. I can't explain it." She lifted her head, and the room spun slightly— the combination of exhaustion and lack of any decent food.

  "Who do you think could have done this?" Camden asked.

  "I don't know, and I don't know why either. Lou was such a good man. He didn't have it in him to hurt anyone. His gentle hand with the horses, his demeanor... You knew him. He was solid, decent." She shook her head. "It makes no sense to me at all."

  "He was one of the good guys, Mick. I feel lucky to have known him, although I don't think he ever had much tolerance for me." Camden laughed.

  "That's not true. Uncle Lou liked you."

  Camden waved a hand at her. "Please, we both know that I am not quite as down to earth as your uncle would have liked, especially for someone in your life."

  "Okay, so maybe you were a bit flamboyant for him. But he appreciated you. I know that."

  "No matter. I liked him and I know how much he loved you, so we were both on the same page there. But again, who do you think would want him dead?" At that moment a knock at the sliding glass door caused them both to turn. "Ah, Dr. Slater is back in town, huh?" Camden asked. Michaela nodded. "When did he get back?" Michaela shrugged. "I see. Well, better get the door. I'll make myself scarce. You two probably have some talking to do."

  Michaela opened the door.

  "Hi, Ethan. How was your trip? We missed you around here," Camden said.

  "Good. Thanks."

  "Did you come to comfort our girl?"

  "I did."

  "Great. I think she's a bit better. You always seem to have a knack for putting a smile on her face. And, I've probably done all I can for the evening. I'll let you two talk. I think she could still use some company."

  Michaela cleared her throat. "Hello, guys, I'm right here. I'm not a kid, you know. I love how much you care, but come on."

  Camden rolled her eyes. "There she goes again with that 'I'm-so-tough' act. Don't let her fool you."

  "I won't," Ethan replied.

  "Night all, and Michaela, if you need me, I'm just down the hall."

  "Sorry I'm late," Ethan said. "I checked on Leo a minute ago; looks like things are moving along fine in his gut. I'm pleased, because you know colic can be rough. I wish I could have helped you more today with him," he said, taking a seat in one of Michaela's leather chairs opposite her tan sofa.

  "I told you that you didn't need to come back here."

  "I know what you told me, but since when do I ever listen to you?"

  "Good point." She plopped back down on the couch. "Are you gonna tell me why Detective Davis was by to talk to you and what had you so upset with Lou?"

  "No. Not right now." Ethan rubbed his temples. "Honestly, I can't tell you anything until I find out a few more things myself."

  "What the hell are you talking about? You're really starting to irritate me, Ethan."

  "Well, you wouldn't be the only woman I've heard that from tonight."

  "Oh, no, no, no, do not tell me," Michaela said. She took one look at him and knew. Dammit, the man was a glutton for punishment. "You and Summer?" It all came back to her, Ethan rushing off to his ex-fiancé's house.

  He nodded.

  She would've shaken him if she'd had the energy. "Tell me, please, that you and Summer are not getting back together. It is not what I want to hear. Do you know how bad she is for you? What a bitch she was to you? My God, Ethan, she left you the day before your wedding. What are you thinking?"

  Ethan took her hand. "Mick, Summer is pregnant."

  NINE

  "YOU DUMBASS. TELL ME YOU'RE KIDDING." Michaela shook her head and stared at Ethan to see if he was telling the truth. This was not the time to joke. He looked down, and when he looked back up at her with those green eyes of his, she could see there wasn't any lying going on. Nope, he wasn't yanking her chain. "What were you thinking? Wait a minute, let me rephrase that: What were you thinking with? Hmmm? I'll say it again: You are a dumbass."

  "I don't need a lecture. I know all of this already. I know everything you're going to say to me."

  "Oh, really? What? Isn't Summer the woman who left you high and dry after you saved for a year to give the princess her perfect wedding? She's a user, a loser, and she'll do nothing but hurt you, Ethan... Hasn't she done enough already? For all you know she isn't even telling the truth. You know this woman's MO. She just loves to play you and when she thinks you're over her, she hooks you back like a dumb puppy dog."

  "Michaela!"

  When she looked at him this time, his eyes were moist. "Like I said, I know all of this. But it's true. She is pregnant. I went with her to the doctor, and I can't... I just can't abandon..."

  She sucked in a breath of air, her mind clouded over with the events of the day, and now Eth
an's revelation. She could strangle him. But she softened at the look in his eyes and the words she knew he couldn't express. She took his hand. "Ethan, I know what you were going to say. I do. But look, this isn't about your father. I know you, and if the kid is yours, you will be there and be a great dad. But you don't have to get sucked back into Summer's drama." Ethan had never known his father. His mother had told him that their relationship wasn't long lived and once he found out she was pregnant, he took off. Then, he died in a car accident shortly thereafter. He and Michaela rarely discussed it, but the few times they had, it was obvious the pain Ethan felt from it. He'd once told her that he'd be the kind of dad a kid could count on. He'd always be there for any child he had, and she believed him. But, why did he have to be having a baby with Summer? What a cruel joke.

  "I have to stick by her. I would never abandon my child, or Summer in her condition."

  Michaela shook her head again. She couldn't take much more of this. "You know, women raise babies on their own all of the time. You can still be the dad. But at least promise me something."

  "What?"

  "You won't marry her without really thinking about it."

  "I agree, Mick. But, I feel like a kid deserves a family. A real family, with his mom and dad together." He put his face in his palms and sighed deeply. "I want to do the right thing, and I was going to marry her before she left me. I don't know. I really don't know right now. She's angry at me anyway for coming back over here to stay the night."

  "I'm sure she is. We're not exactly bosom buddies. You need to remember, marriage is for life. At least for someone like you, and I don't want you to be miserable because you made the wrong choice. I... care about you." She felt herself slipping and simply didn't want to deal any longer with the horrors of the day. Standing, she brushed off her jeans. "I'm sorry if I was hard on you. It's been..."

  He wrapped his arms around her. "I know it's been difficult and I'm sorry my timing isn't great. You've always been there for me. It was selfish of me to come to you with this right now."

  "That's what friends are for. We have needs during the craziest of times. I suppose it's what makes us human." She glanced up at the clock. Almost ten. "I've got to go to bed. I'm beat."

  "I'm going to crash in the tack room. I'd like to be able to keep an eye on Leo."

  "You said that he's fine and I think he is. Why don't you head back to Summer's? You said that you were staying there again, right? I mean... when you left earlier, you inferred that anyway."

  "I've got some stuff there and yes, I've been there off and on since I came home. I stayed at my office last night. But tonight, if it's all right with you, I'll stay here. I think Summer and I both need some space to try and figure things out."

  "Of course, but take the couch at least."

  "I'll be fine."

  "So, at least you haven't set up house yet with her?"

  "She wants me to."

  I bet she does. Summer knows she had a good thing. "Yeah, well, you can stay here as long as you need to, as long as you promise me you'll think about this thing with her. I'm begging you."

  "I told you that I would. I promised. I'll pinky swear if you want."

  She laughed, remembering how when they were kids they would always pinky swear on secrets of the utmost importance, like the time they were playing with Ethan's G.I. Joes in Ethan's backyard, and they'd taken a gas can from his mom's garage and dug a trench, placing the figures down in it, pouring the gas into the trench and lighting it on fire. What they hadn't realized was that their fun and games would "backfire," as they just about caused Ethan's house to burn as a poof of flame shot out from the fumes and caught one of the trees in the backyard on fire. It had been horrible at the time, and they were questioned by Ethan's mom and her parents but they'd pinky sworn never to tell, and to this day their parents figured they'd done it, but because there was room for doubt on their innocent-looking faces, they hadn't been punished.

  "No need to pinky swear. I believe you."

  "Thanks for the couch, but I think I'll camp in the tack room. That way I'll be close to Leo and you won't have to worry. Did that cop find out anything?"

  "We found the pitchfork out by the bales of hay... and a chewing tobacco wrapper."

  "That's odd. Have you hired any help lately? Someone who might chew?"

  "Nope. I am an island unto myself. In other words, with the lawyers tying things up between Brad and me, I'm too broke to hire help."

  "Well, you know that I'll be here if you need me."

  She kissed him on the cheek. Tears stung her eyes as she walked down the hall. She didn't know if the tears were for Lou, the thought that Ethan was about to make the biggest mistake of his life, or for the fact that a manipulative woman like Summer was pregnant, and she was still paying bills to doctors who, no matter what they'd put her through, hadn't been able to make her fertile.

  TEN

  MICHAELA SLIPPED OUT OF HER JEANS AND donned a long T-shirt. She brushed her teeth and splashed her face. No time for nightly rituals. She could hear Camden's muffled voice on the phone in the next room.

  She picked up her own phone and dialed Lou and Cynthia's number. A man answered. "Oh hi, Michaela. It's Dwayne. Sam and I pulled back onto the ranch not too long ago. I cannot believe this. I plan to stay here with Cynthia until she feels it is okay for me to leave and go back to the rodeo. Bean is here, too."

  Dwayne Yamaguchi was one of the best working cow horse trainers around and he'd worked for Lou for almost eight years. He was also quite the calf roper. Not Michaela's favorite rodeo event— maybe it was something about running down the calf and flipping him over and tying his hooves. Although her dad and uncle always told her that it wasn't cruel. Ranchers did it all the time. And, Dwayne was one of the best at his sport.

  His cousin Sam, a paniolo— a Hawaiian cowboy— had come over from the islands a couple years after Dwayne had joined on with her uncle, to help out temporarily, and wound up never going back. He wasn't the rider that Dwayne was. He carried quite a bit more weight on him than his younger cousin. But from everything Michaela knew about him, Sam did a good job with the horses.

  "Thanks, Dwayne, for coming back. Is Cynthia okay?"

  "As good as you might expect. You know, she had a terrible blow, losing a loved one. Lou was a good man. Did not deserve this fate. She is resting now."

  Michaela could hear him choke back emotion as she felt it rise again in her own throat. "I was hoping to speak to her. But it's good she's sleeping."

  "You going to come by in the morning for a coffee, right? Maybe she be up to talking then. I hope I can get back to the horses in a day or so. Lou would want that."

  "You're still going to ride?"

  There was a pause on the other end. "You know, Michaela, I run it through my brain the whole drive home about what is right thing to do, or how it looks if I am still in the rodeo. I talk about it with my cousin Sam on the drive and he say to me that Lou was a cowboy. He was a horseman. He did not raise the animals and make investment in them without want of an outcome. He raised champions and I have to go and get a championship again. You know that is what he would have me do. Sam be right. I have to ride."

  Dwayne was correct: Uncle Lou had never been a glass-half-empty kind of guy. "You're probably right. Yes, I'll stop by in the morning."

  "Good. Get some rest and we will talk tomorrow."

  Michaela hung up and turned off the light. She sat in the dark for several minutes, trying to clear her mind of the image of Uncle Lou lying dead on Loco's stall floor. But she couldn't. After a few minutes she decided to get a glass of water.

  She passed Camden's room and could hear her still talking. Probably to Kevin. She reached for the doorknob, thinking she'd say goodnight, but before she could turn it, her friend's words came through the door.

  "...with him gone it will be a lot easier acquiring that land. I understand you don't want to look suspicious, but I seriously doubt it. You've been trying to
get your hands on that property for a while now. Besides, you don't exactly have a killer instinct. You know how to get people eating out of your hands. It's one of the things I love about you. But we both know just what a killer you are, don't we?" Camden laughed. "Listen, I better go, I need to check on Michaela. Today has been rough on her. Tomorrow night? Yeah. Sure. Well, maybe I should stay home and take care of her. No, she won't want to come. Even when she isn't down in the dumps she's not exactly a party girl. Okay, I'll try. You're right, maybe it would help. Yes, and it would be good if she had a different impression of you. I know. I won't. Okay, sweetie. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

  Camden hung up the phone. Michaela hurried back to bed and slid under the covers. A few seconds later she heard her door open. Camden whispered her name and stood over her. She reached out and rubbed Michaela's arm. "Poor kid. Get some rest."

  After Camden left she lay awake for quite some time, her friend's conversation playing over and over again in her mind. She had been talking to Kevin. The way it sounded, they were talking about it being much easier now for Kevin to get his grubby hands on her uncle's land. Granted, Camden hadn't mentioned her uncle's name, but it made sense. The scenario about the killer instinct, the land being easier to acquire, all of it. Her stomach took a turn for the worse as she couldn't help wondering: Did her best friend have something to do with her uncle's murder?

  ELEVEN

  ETHAN WAS GONE BY THE TIME MICHAELA MADE it out to the barn the next morning, but he'd fed the horses and left her a note that said he'd stop by later on or give her a call. She knew she'd been hard on him the night before, but she wanted to protect him from getting hurt again— if that was at all possible.

  She decided to head over and check on Cynthia, but first she needed to stop by her parents' place. They hadn't called last night, and she'd figured that maybe they had been so caught up in their own grief that they couldn't muster the energy. Whatever it was, she needed to make sure they were all right. She also knew she had to work her horses. Dwayne had hit it on the nail last night: Lou would expect nothing less from her than to move on, take care of her animals and keep working toward her goals, which the two of them had discussed time and again. Still, she knew it would be painful.