Scene of the Crime: Return to Bachelor Moon

by Carla Cassidy

  He followed it into the kitchen and paused and watched as she stirred a big pot of what smelled like rich spaghetti sauce. He noticed that her bottom wiggled with each stir of the big spoon.

  “I checked out your boyfriend last night,” he said.

  She whirled around, obviously startled by his presence. “You scared me.” She placed the spoon in the spoon rest. “And he’s not my boyfriend.” She grabbed a cup of coffee that was on the nearby counter, then sat at the table and motioned for him to join her.

  He hesitated. He could smell her scent, clean from a morning shower, sprayed with the fresh floral fragrance that had imprinted itself into his head. Her scent, combined with the tomato-and-herb odor of the sauce, somehow brought to his mind what home might smell like.

  Stop it, he mentally commanded himself. He sat at the table and tried to staunch the alien thoughts that drifted through his mind.

  She sat across from him and looked at him expectantly. “So what did you find out about Thomas, and how on earth did you do it so quickly?”

  “Ah, the wonder of the internet and the magic of the FBI’s powers.” He paused to take a drink of his coffee and then continued. “Thomas Brady, thirty-seven years old. Never married, no criminal background—the man appears on paper to be squeaky clean.”

  “That’s good to know.”

  “I still need to have a face-to-face meeting with him and check out his alibi. Just because somebody has managed to keep a clean record doesn’t necessarily mean he’s not a bad guy.”

  Marlena frowned, the dainty line dancing in the center of her forehead doing nothing to detract from her beauty. “I can’t imagine Thomas being so upset that he would do something terrible to the family.” She got up from her chair. “You want some breakfast? I’ve got bacon already cooked, and it would take me just a minute to fry up a couple of eggs.”

  “Okay, if it isn’t too much trouble,” he replied. Maybe he would find her less distracting if she was doing something instead of sitting across from him and gazing at him with her amazing eyes.

  “Sam and Daniella never talked about having a will?” he asked as she moved across the room to the refrigerator.

  “Never. It wasn’t something we would have talked about.” She carried the egg carton to the counter next to the stove. “Scrambled, over easy or hard cooked?” she asked.

  “Scrambled is fine. Pamela seemed to think that if Sam and Daniella had a will, then Macy would be a beneficiary and so would you.”

  Marlena laughed and turned to face him. “I told you before, there’s no way I would be in any will. Daniella would never do that. This bed-and-breakfast was her dream from the time she was a teenager, but she knew it was never mine.” She turned back around to the counter and placed two slices of bread in the toaster, then moved an iron skillet over a heating burner.

  “Daniella knew that my plan in the next couple of months was to move to either Baton Rouge or New Orleans. She and Sam paid me a good wage, and I’ve managed to squirrel away most of it so I can go to college and get my teaching degree. I’ve even made Cory put half of his paycheck each week into a savings account so that when we get to the city, he can enroll in a trade school. Daniella would have never left me this place because she knew I wouldn’t want it.”

  She looked at him again with a wry smile. “I guess that removes me as a suspect with a financial motive.”

  “You’ve pretty much been taken off my suspect list anyway,” he replied.

  “Thanks. I appreciate your clarity.”

  He was surprised by the small burst of laughter that escaped him. “That’s about the only clarity I’ve had about this case so far.”

  She turned back around, and as she tended to his breakfast, they fell into silence. He sipped his coffee and stared out the window where a flower bed exploded with a variety of colorful blooms.

  “John came up clean, too,” he said as she set his plate before him and then rejoined him at the table. “What do you know about him?”

  She shrugged, her bare, faintly freckled shoulders enchanting him. “I know he’s from New Orleans but used to work for some big hotel in Shreveport, and was looking for a change of pace and a smaller town. When he saw the ad that Sam had run in the paper, he applied for the job and then came here for a visit.”

  “Apparently Sam liked what he saw in the young man,” Gabriel said as he picked up a slice of his toast.

  “I like what I see in John. He’s been like a big brother to Cory, and he seems to know everything there is to know about plants and trees and flowers. I think he has a degree in horticulture. He came here with a glowing recommendation from his former job.” She frowned. “Surely he isn’t on your suspect list. Sam and John got along great, and he was considered part of the family.”

  Gabriel fell silent as he ate his breakfast, his thoughts going over what little they knew about the disappearance. He had no idea specifically what time the family had vanished. They had now been missing over three days, and his hope to find them alive was shrinking.

  “Our suspect list stinks, we have no real leads to follow and we’re no closer to figuring out what happened to the family than we were when we first arrived,” he said with disgust. He shoved his empty plate aside and reached for his coffee cup.

  Marlena got up and went for his plate, but before she grabbed it, she laid her hand over the back of his. His heart stopped as she gazed at him, her smaller hand warm over his.

  He fought an impulse to snatch his hand away, unaccustomed to anyone touching him for any reason. She offered him a smile of encouragement. “You’re going to figure this out, Gabriel. I just know you and your men are going to get to the bottom of things.” She gave his hand a quick squeeze and then released it, leaving him feeling oddly bereft.

  As she moved to the sink with his plate, he once again stared out the window, his thoughts jumbled with both the crime and her. She topped up their coffee and then sat across from him.

  “Tell me about the people on your suspect list,” she said.

  “To be honest, we don’t even have a real suspect list at the moment. All we have is a person of interest list.”

  “Then tell me about your persons of interest.”

  He leaned back in the chair. “Your boyfriend, until I can check his alibi.” He’d deliberately called Thomas that to get her reaction.

  His reward was the flash of aggravation in her delicious green eyes. “He is not my boyfriend.” She must have seen a spark of something in his eyes, for she suddenly grinned. “Ah, the big dark FBI agent does have a sense of humor after all.”

  “I have my moments,” he said easily. “In any case, for now Thomas Brady is on my list, along with Ryan Sherman.”

  “I’d forgotten about Ryan,” she said. “He’s a thug, a creep, and he hated Sam with a passion. Of course, he hates anyone who has anything to do with law enforcement.”

  “The problem is that Ryan has an alibi. He was supposedly with his girlfriend the night of the disappearance. The other issue is, if somebody took the family and is keeping them alive, then they have to have a place for them. There’s no way Ryan would be keeping hostages in his dinky apartment. Jackson spent some time Saturday morning at City Hall checking to see if Ryan owns any other property in the area, but we came up with nada.”

  “His parents own some property out in the boondocks. I think Ryan does mechanic work on the side in an old shed out there.”

  “You have an address?” Gabriel asked.

  “No, but I can give you directions.”

  He held up his finger and then pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He called Jackson and explained the situation to him, and then put Marlena on the phone to give him the directions.

  “Check it out and get back to me,” he said to Jackson when Marlena handed his phone back to him.

/>   “We’re on it,” Jackson replied, and then the two men disconnected. Gabriel pocketed his cell phone, but was surprised to realize he wasn’t in a hurry to leave the kitchen or Marlena.

  He told himself it was because she might hold some nugget of information that could advance the case, such as the fact that Ryan’s parents owned a place where perhaps people could be stashed. Who knew what other little tidbits she had that she didn’t even realize might be helpful for finding anyone who posed a threat to the family.

  He told himself he was here at the table with her because he still believed she was part of the key to solving the mystery of whatever happened to the Connellys.

  He assured himself it had nothing to do with the sunshine in her curls, the graceful motion she displayed when she got out of her chair to stir the sauce and then return to the table or the warmth of her smile when she gazed at him.

  “We know they weren’t taken for ransom because we haven’t received any kind of a money demand for their safe return,” he said, trying to focus on business and not the pleasure of her company.

  “Who would pay any kind of ransom? Neither Sam nor Daniella had family, and although this place holds its own, they aren’t exactly millionaires,” she replied.

  “I keep thinking there had to be more than one perp. Otherwise how could a single person control three people at the same time, one of them a seasoned FBI agent?”

  “Simple,” she replied. “It was love that kept them easily controlled.”

  He looked at her curiously, wondering if she was being silly, but her eyes held a glow of knowing, of certainty that told him she was being serious.

  “Love?” Disbelief laced his tone.

  “All it would take would be a single person getting through the back door and putting a gun to Sam’s head. Daniella and Macy would instantly become compliant to whatever he told them to do. It would be the same thing if somebody threatened Daniella or Macy. It would only take a threat to any one of them to effectively neutralize the others because of their enormous love for one another.”

  “I’ve never experienced that kind of love for or from anyone,” he said.

  She gazed at him for several long moments, her eyes holding a wealth of emotion. “That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.”

  He felt the need to escape, run from the faint pity in her eyes, the cozy atmosphere of the kitchen and the feeling that somehow he was missing an integral piece of what made up a human being.... He was missing a heart.

  Chapter Six

  For the next several days Marlena scarcely saw the three agents who were living in the house. They ate a quick breakfast each morning and then took off for town to sniff out whatever they could about the disappearance.

  There had been nothing on Ryan Sherman’s parents’ acreage to indicate that the Connellys had ever been there. Even though they had considered Brian Walker, the ex-mayor, as a nonplayer, they’d checked his finances to make sure he hadn’t made a big withdrawal that would indicate the possibility of a kidnapping or killing for hire.

  Marlena learned bits and pieces about the investigation as she served them their meals each evening. Since that long-ago morning in the kitchen, Gabriel hadn’t sought her out for any conversations, and instead he had distanced himself from her.

  She told herself it didn’t matter, that he meant nothing to her. Besides, they were obviously two people with very different ideas about love.

  Marlena wanted—needed—to believe that eventually she would be deeply in love with somebody who loved her back. She wanted the husband and the house, a couple of kids and a dog. Love had already kicked her hard in the butt while she’d been living in Chicago, but that hadn’t turned her off the idea of everlasting love; it had only made her yearn for it more.

  But love hadn’t saved Sam and Daniella and Macy. Somebody had possibly manipulated their love for each other to do harm. And with each day that passed, she couldn’t imagine who that person might be.

  Thomas’s alibi still hung in the balance as far as Gabriel, Andrew and Jackson were concerned. Although records showed that Thomas had checked into a motel in New Orleans for a week prior to the disappearance, and he had worked on a deck for a family residence, there were increments of time missing when Thomas couldn’t tell the FBI exactly where he’d been or what he’d been doing.

  Considering the approximate time of night that the disappearance had occurred, it was possible he would have had enough leeway to drive back to Bachelor Moon, do something with the family and then be at his motel again for the breakfast buffet the next morning.

  She could feel the frustration of the agents each night when they settled in the dining room for the evening meal, a frustration that let her know they were no closer to solving the mystery.

  How long could they remain here trying to solve a crime that had no clues? With no trails to follow? When would this become a cold case with no answers, and when did somebody decide for sure that it had changed from an open investigation to a hunt for bodies?

  It had been a week ago tonight that the Connellys had disappeared, leaving behind empty glasses of milk and uneaten cookies. Marlena knew from the FBI inquiries that their bank accounts hadn’t been touched, their ATMs and credit cards hadn’t been accessed. The family was just...gone.

  And how long did she and Cory stay here? Wondering, hoping that Sam and Daniella and Macy would magically walk through the front door and declare that it had all been a joke, a spur-of-the-moment vacation?

  As she fixed the evening meal of roasted chicken and vegetables, she listened for the front door, knowing that if the agents stayed true to their schedule of the past few days, they should be walking in any minute.

  It was crazy how much she’d missed the quiet moments of conversation with Gabriel. He not only drew her on a physical level, but since she’d seen a glimpse into his past, he drew her on an emotional level, too. But she knew that was dangerous to her own mental health.

  He was a man who didn’t believe in love, and she was a woman who desperately believed and wanted that in her life. He obviously had no desire for home and hearth, and the desire for such a thing was integral to who she was as a woman.

  She’d just pulled the chicken and veggies out of the oven when she heard the front door open. Setting the large pan of food on a cooling rack, she left the kitchen and went through the great room to see all three men wearing the wearied expressions of another fruitless day.

  “Dinner is ready whenever you all want to eat,” she said. Although she spoke to all three, her gaze lingered on Gabriel. His eyes held the darkness of frustration, and the lines of his face indicated not just a physical weariness but a soul-deep weariness, as well.

  What she wanted to do was walk to him and pull him into her arms. What she wanted to do was caress the tired lines that creased across his forehead, to do something that would ease some of the torment he obviously felt.

  “Give us fifteen minutes to wash up, and then we’ll be down,” Andrew said, already heading up the stairs.

  As the other men followed him, Marlena turned and went back into the kitchen. The table in the dining room was already set, so she placed the two chickens on a big serving plate and the veggies in a large dish, and carried them to the table with her first two trips. She’d also made a cherry Jell-O salad and hot, yeasty rolls.

  With the entire meal on the table, she returned to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of iced tea, then sat at the kitchen table and stared out the window.

  They were all in a state of limbo, waiting for people who might never return, afraid to leave without answers. She’d planned to head to one of the bigger cities with Cory in the next couple of months, but wondered if maybe she needed to move up their plans to go.

  Pamela would be thrilled to take over the daily running of the bed-and-breakfast in Da
niella’s absence, and Marlena knew the woman was competent enough to make sure it was all done to Daniella’s high standards.

  No will had been found in any of the paperwork Sam kept in the office. So what would happen to this place if Daniella and Sam never returned?

  Long after dinner was over and she’d cleaned up the kitchen, she carried a glass of iced tea out to one of the wicker rockers on the porch. Cory had stopped in earlier to let her know that he and John were going to the movies to see the latest action-adventure release that was playing.

  As always, Marlena thanked the stars for John’s friendship with her brother. Cory would have gone stark raving mad here if not for John’s company.

  She rocked the wicker chair and sipped her tea as she watched the sun dip lower in the sky. “No place are the sunsets prettier than in Louisiana,” Gabriel said as he stepped out on the porch, a glass of tea in his hand.

  She sat up straighter, surprised by his appearance as he eased into the chair next to hers. Instantly she was overwhelmed by the scent of minty soap, shaving cream and that now-familiar woodsy cologne, letting her know he’d recently taken a shower.

  “I think the sunsets here in Bachelor Moon are pretty spectacular, because they don’t have to fight with city skylines or bright lights,” she replied.

  “Dinner was delicious.”

  She smiled at him. “Thanks. I don’t claim to be a professional chef, but thank goodness Daniella has some great cookbooks and all I have to do is follow directions.”

  He placed his tea on the table between them and then rubbed the center of his forehead, as if to ease his pain. “Headache?” she asked sympathetically.

  He nodded and dropped his hand to his lap. “I woke up with it this morning, and it’s been relentless.”

  “Want some aspirin or something?”

  “No, thanks. I know it’s just a bad case of stress.” He released a deep sigh. “This has been the case from hell. We’ve spent the past week spinning our wheels and getting little information for our efforts. I even checked to make sure Frank Mathis is still in prison.”