DADDY AT THE ALTAR

by Claire St. Rose

  “You don’ know shit,” Hammer snarled, cutting her off. “You weren’ there. He was standin’ right beside me eatin’ a burger. He didn’t deserve to die like that. Nobody deserves to die like that.”

  “Hammer,” Lily said, her voice softer, “I know you’re probably hurting right now, but I promise you, the Amberton PD is doing everything we can to find the guy that did this. Every officer is looking for him. We won’t rest until we bring him to justice.”

  “Yeah, okay,” he said. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

  “We’ll get him. I promise.”

  “You don’t know who he is.”

  “No, but we’ll find out.”

  He didn’t answer, afraid in his drunken state that he would say something that would cause the cops to interfere with what he and his brothers had to do.

  “You want me to stop by?” she asked when he didn’t respond. “Hunter and I can cruise over and check on you. Or I can stop by in the morning after my shift?”

  Something about what she was saying tickled at the edge of his mind, but he couldn’t get his hands around what it was.

  “No. Thank you, but I’m all right. I just need some sleep,” he said, his voice quieter. His eyes were still closed, and then it came to him.

  He hadn’t seen her at the park, and he should have.

  “Why are you working now? I thought you were working the three to eleven shift this week?”

  “We switched our shift with another officer so he could take his wife to the hospital in the morning. Try to get some rest. That would probably be the best thing for you.”

  “Yeah. I’m not going to be able to make our lesson tomorrow.”

  “Didn’t expect you would. This shift would have made me groggy anyway. Call if you need anything.”

  “I will,” Hammer said then ended the call.

  He tossed the phone onto the table and reached down beside his chair and picked up the bottle of Beam again. He started to pour another shot then paused, the bottle hovering over the glass. After a moment, he put the glass back on the table and picked up the lid and screwed it on the bottle.

  Lily’s call had broken the cycle of pour, drink, and repeat.

  He didn’t know why she’d called. Other than fucking twice, a dinner date, and a grappling lesson, they really didn’t know each other. They were little more than fuck buddies, but as he leaned his head back against the chair again, his eyes closed again, and he smiled. It was probably the booze talking—the alcohol and his memories making him melancholy—but hearing her voice made him feel a little better. It was a like a beacon of light as he was being tossed and battered by the dark and stormy sea of his memories. It provided no immediate help but gave him hope and a course—a direction to row to pull himself out of this mess.

  His brothers would be there for him, he knew that, but they were dealing with their own loss tonight. Many of them were seeking comfort in the arms of their old ladies, or like he was, in a bottle. He knew from experience the bottle only masked the pain, it didn’t remove it, but Lily’s voice and offer to help seemed to sooth the ache and dull its edge.

  He took a deep breath and sighed, the ghosts of his past and their whispers fading, as he began to slide into sleep, lulled away by the sound of Lily’s voice.

  Chapter Eleven

  Hammer groaned as a thousand evil gnomes drove an equal number of long, dull, spikes into the inside of his skull. He opened his eyes and then crushed them closed again. The bright morning sun was filling the living room with light, and opening his eyes had enraged the gnomes even more, causing them to redouble their efforts.

  The doorbell chimed, and then someone pounded on the door, the impact of fist again wood like cannon fire.

  “Hammer?” Lily called out before she pounded again.

  “Jesus! What?” He winced as he pressed his palms to his head to keep it from falling off his shoulders and rolling across the room. “Coming!” He levered himself out of the chair.

  The floor tipped sideways. He grabbed the chair and held on so he wouldn’t tumble across the room and fall against the door into the garage. The room slowly righted, and as soon as the floor was level again, he lurched toward the door.

  “Fuck!” he snarled softly, the sun blazing into his face like an interrogation light. “What?” he growled. While he wasn’t a particularly early riser, he normally woke up in a good mood, ready for the day. But not this morning.

  “You look like shit,” Lily said as Hammer stood before her, one hand on the doorknob as he squinted, blinked, and wavered a little. She’d come straight from the station and was still in her uniform and ballistic vest.

  “Yeah, well, at least I look better than I feel,” he muttered before he stepped back in silent invitation. The fucking gnomes had given up on the spikes and switched over to chainsaws.

  As she stepped in, he pushed the door shut, the bang of it closing like a nuclear explosion in his head.

  She snickered as she stepped into the room. She saw the near empty bottle of Beam on the floor. “I wanted to stop by and check on you. You sounded rough last night. How are you holding up?”

  He sat back down on his chair and bent over to place his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. “Hungover,” he muttered.

  “How much did you drink last night?”

  “Too much.”

  “Anything I can do?”

  “No.”

  She moved into his kitchen and began to open cabinets. It was bold of her, and she knew that having coffee to sober up and cure a hangover was a total myth, but she could tell he needed something.

  She felt sorry for Hammer. She’d read the case report last night while she and Hunter prowled the streets. It must have been terrible to have your friend shot and killed while standing right beside you. She couldn’t figure out how the gunman had pulled it off. How he could have made the shot and slipped away without anyone, Souls or civilians, noticing him.

  It wasn’t so much that he got away. A lot of murderers got away with the crime initially. It was the fact that nobody saw the shooter or anyone that seemed suspicious or out of place. A lot of people had heard the gunshot, but there were conflicting testimonies over where the shot had come from.

  She and Hunter had cruised through the park last night out of morbid curiosity. They hadn’t stopped at the enclosure, but it was at the edge of the large open green area that surrounded the baseball fields. There was no place for a gunman to hide, and yet he’d managed to pull it off and get away without anyone seeing him. It was like he was a ghost.

  Finally finding everything she was looking for, she got the coffee brewing then walked to the bathroom and eventually found a bottle of generic brand acetaminophen. He was a big guy, so she shook four into her hand then returned to the kitchen for a glass of water.

  “Here,” she said, holding the tablets out to Hammer along with the glass.

  “Thanks.” He took the tablets and washed them down.

  “All of it,” she ordered when he stopped drinking. “You’re dehydrated.”

  He seemed to know she was right and chugged the remainder of the glass. She finished the coffee, pouring it into two mugs while he sat at the table, looking green. She brought the coffee over to him and he flashed her a small smile.

  “Thanks,” he said again as he took the mug.

  Lily sat down on the end of the couch that partnered with the two recliners and held the mug. She knew drinking coffee now, when she needed to go home and get some sleep, was a bad idea, but the brewing coffee had smelled wonderful, and she needed something to perk her up enough to get home. She’d poured herself only a half-cup, and was now allowing the mug to warm her hands, watching as Hammer sipped from his mug.

  “Want to talk?” she asked.

  “No.”

  “It might help.”

  He looked up at her. “It won’t help. He’s dead, and no amount of talking about it is going to bring him back.”


  She took a sip from her cup, sighing as the hot, bitter, liquid warmed her. “No, it won’t. But it might help you.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “Which is why you downed almost a whole bottle of Beam last night?”

  “Half bottle,” he corrected but didn’t elaborate further. She took another sip from her mug as she watched him. “I’ll be okay,” he finally said then hoisted his mug with a flicker of a smile. “Thank you.”

  “If you don’t want to talk to me, talk to your friends, brothers, whatever you call them.” She paused and then decided to go all in. “I was worried about you last night.”

  “You’re sweet.”

  “I’m not kidding, Hammer. Last night, you sounded… dead I guess is the best way to describe it. Like all the life had gone out of you, and I don’t think it was because you were snockered.”

  He looked at her again and forced out a smile. “I’ll be okay.”

  She watched him over the rim of the mug. She had a major in criminal justice with a minor in psychology. One of the things she knew how to do was read body language, and Hammer’s body language didn’t match his words. He wasn’t fine, and he wasn’t going to be okay. He was trying to keep it all inside, but he’d been affected by losing his friend.

  “If you ever need to talk, you know how to reach me.”

  He nodded. He was still hungover as shit, but the gnomes were starting to get tired as the liquid and drugs began to do their thing.

  He was touched that she cared enough to stop by. He’d joined with his brothers to mourn Stilts, and all of them were dealing with their grief in their own way. Some had gone home to the comfort of their old ladies. His way had been the bottle, but it hadn’t helped. The ache was still there, and now he was hungover too.

  “Thank you,” he said. “And thanks for stopping by.” He wasn’t up for giving her much, but a genuine smile cracked his lips. “You may have saved my life.”

  She smiled back, hoping he was making a joke and not contemplating something drastic. “To serve and protect.”

  “Any word?”

  “No, not yet. But I promise you, Hammer, we won’t let this drop. I won’t let it drop.”

  He watched her eyes, and he could see the determination there. This was personal for her, and he couldn’t decide if that was a good or a bad thing. He also wondered why. Maybe it was because she was still a rookie and she would become harder and more jaded with time. If she took every tragic event personally, she was going to self-destruct.

  “Keep me informed of what’s going on?” Knowing what the cops knew might help the Souls track down the asshole who shot Stilts.

  “Of course.”

  “Thanks. I’ll owe you one.”

  She nodded. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

  His blood ran cold for a moment. “What do you mean?”

  She couldn’t come right out and accuse him of being a killer for hire. “Only that people do things in a moment of passion that they might regret later. If someone killed my dad, for example, I’d want revenge. It’s a perfectly natural reaction, but that’s why we have laws. I’m just saying, don’t let your emotions drive you into making a bad decision you’ll regret.”

  He nodded. She wouldn’t have been much of a cop if she hadn’t heard the rumors. Fortunately, the police couldn’t arrest people on a suspicion or rumors.

  She drained the rest of her mug and rose. She walked to the kitchen, rinsed her cup and then returned with the carafe from the coffee machine and refilled his cup.

  “I have to go. I’m beat and need to go home and get some sleep. I’m back on at three today. If you need anything, even if it’s just someone to talk to, call me, okay?”

  He sat his mug on the table and rose when she returned from the kitchen. “I will,” he replied and then paused. “Seriously, thank you for stopping by. It means a lot to me.”

  She smiled, liking the warmth she heard in his voice. “It’s what friends do.”

  He smiled down at her. “Are we friends?”

  Her smile widened slightly as she bobbed her head. “I’d like to think so.”

  Despite the pounding in his head, he reached out and took her chin gently between his finger and thumb then kissed her slowly. “I’d like to think so too.”

  It was an innocent kiss, but it still warmed her. If she wasn’t so fucking tired, and if he hadn’t just suffered a personal tragedy and was so hungover, she might be tempted to see if he was up for some slap and tickle, but instead, she ducked her head to hide her growing smile. He’d just lost a close friend in a horrific way, and she didn’t want to appear insensitive.

  “I’ll call you later, after I wake up, to make sure you’re okay.”

  “Okay. Thanks.”

  She nodded and stepped toward the door. As she touched the handle, she turned to tell him goodbye and to again express her sympathy for his loss. He placed his hand on hers, preventing her from turning the knob. She looked up in questioning, and his lips took hers. She released the knob and melted into the kiss, her arms going around his neck.

  She breathed deep, her heart hammering in her chest, as he tasted her, pulling her into the kiss. She felt flushed and hot; as if it were the middle of summer instead of late fall. His embrace tightened, and she silently cursed the vest that prevented her from feeling Hammer’s body against her own.

  The kiss slowly dissolved, and as Lily relaxed out of it, she opened her eyes and smiled at him.

  “That’s some kiss goodbye,” she murmured, licking her lips to feel the lingering warmth.

  “Don’t go.”

  She swallowed hard. “I have to. I’d like to stay, but I have to get some sleep. I have to be on duty again in eight hours.”

  He continued to hold her, watching her eyes, but then slowly released her. She wasn’t changing her mind. She lingered just long enough for him to give her another quick kiss in parting, then stepped out in the crisp cool air. There was a definite bite to it as winter approached.

  Hammer watched as she walked to her car, her breath marking her path with steamy tendrils that quickly faded. She gave him a smile and a wave before she jumped into her car. He gave her a half-hearted wave back then stepped back inside his house and shut the door.

  His headache was fading fast now. He still felt like shit, but not as bad as he had felt when Lily first arrived. Part of it was the water rehydrating him, and part of it was the acetaminophen taking the edge off. But as he sat down in his chair and picked up his mug, he couldn’t deny that part of it was also to do with seeing Lily and knowing she seemed to care. He took another sip of the strong black coffee and closed his eyes for a moment.

  Maybe he was more than just a hard cock after all.

  ###

  Lily sat in her car, wondering how the hell she was going to sleep now. That kiss had been electrifying. She’d felt groggy and strung out when she’d stopped by, and had toyed with the idea of skipping the visit and going home to crash. Had she not given Hammer her word, she would have.

  She reached down and pushed the button to start her car as she smiled. If she didn’t have to work again so soon, she would have gladly stayed, feeling like the Energizer Bunny now. She could keep going and going and going. But it would have caught up with her later, and falling asleep while on patrol? That would be enough to get stuck behind a desk for the rest of her career, if she even still had a career.

  She backed down his drive and onto the street, her smile growing wider. But let him try that shit next time and see what would happen.

  ###

  The gunman watched the police officer leave Corporal Grime’ house through his spotting scope. He’d kept his rifle locked in the trunk of his car, parked five streets east in another part of the sub-division. He was assessing the impact of his action on Grimes. He’d been in his hide, tucked into the bushes and behind the subdivision sign, since two hours after he’d snuffed out the life of the man in the park. It had been cold last night, but he had dr
essed for the chill and was trained to ignore discomforts.

  Even if he hadn’t recognized her, the bright yellow Focus was a dead giveaway that this officer was the same woman who followed Grimes home a couple of weeks earlier. She was in uniform, and body armor, but he didn’t think this was an official visit. Not only was she in what had to be her personal car, but she also seemed pleased about something. Her smile wasn’t the expression an officer would make when on official business.

  She’d been his lover that much was certain. But was she still? She’d only been in Grimes’ house for about thirty minutes. That was far less time than the last time she’d paid a visit, which meant either they hadn’t fucked or Grimes was a loser that couldn’t hold his nut.