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Echoes of The Past
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JM Dragon & Erin O’Reilly
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Third story in the When Hell Meets Heaven Series
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When Hell Meets Heaven Series
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When Hell Meets Heaven
Fatal Hesitation
Echoes of the Past
Paradox of Love
The End Game
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© JM Dragon & Erin O’Reilly 2007
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Chapter 1
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Parker
In her five month search, Parker had exhausted all the usual suspects and began seeking out obscure friends that Sophie had as a child. Camille Peterson was a classmate of Sophie’s from kindergarten to her sophomore year in high school. When she approached Camille’s mother on the pretense of a class reunion she hit the jackpot. The woman was more than happy to talk about her daughter’s early years and all her friends. To Parker’s surprise, Camille and Sophie were life long friends that maintained a close friendship past high school.
So far, she hadn’t spotted the
woman, but her gut told her that with patience Sophie would eventually appear. You’re the most patient person I’ve ever
known her old partner would say. This was the fifth day of her surveillance
and she knew the faces, names and schedules of everyone who lived in the
building. She watched each morning as the Peterson women left for work and
return late each afternoon. Even though she had no visible sighting of Sophie,
she was certain she saw two silhouettes in the window of
It was mid-morning and Parker drummed her fingers on the dashboard wondering, not for the first time, if she was on the right track. Evelyn Durant, Sophie’s stepmother, hired her to find her missing stepdaughter indicating that her husband was broken hearted by his daughter’s disappearance. From her initial meeting with Evelyn, Parker did not like the woman and couldn’t shake the feeling that there was far more to the story than merely finding someone. Nevertheless, when the woman offered ten thousand dollars upfront, Parker took the money. Evelyn Durant was so generous that Parker could afford to pass up on other cases. This is like a gift from the gods and I won’t let it slip through my fingers.
A police vehicle drove by and Parker
sighed. I can’t believe it is ten years
since I left the
“Ha, I finally found you Sophie,” Parker said with satisfaction. She lifted the Nikon to her eye, pressed a button and the shutter sprang to life rapidly capturing each movement the woman made. Only when the woman was speeding away in a crème colored Altima, did she lower the camera.
In one motion, she rested the camera on the seat, picked up a small silver object and flipped it open. A smile crossed her face as she watched the steady bright dot move farther away. “Now don’t you stray too far,” she purred. “I have a small job to do then I’ll find you again.”
She opened the door, eased her
long, lean muscled body out of the Winnebago and let her eyes scan the area.
Satisfied that no one was paying her any attention, she fitted a tool belt
around her waist and put on a cap with the electric company logo over her short
black hair. With the deliberate casualness of someone with the supreme
confidence in whom and what they were, she walked across the street and up the
very sidewalk that her target had just used. It had always been her opinion if
she acted as if she belonged, no one would notice her. She made a career out of
being nondescript, looking like she belonged wherever she went – essentially
she was forgettable. Her eyes constantly
shifted as she took in every aspect of her surroundings. Once she reached the
staircase that lead to the second floor, she took the stairs two at a time. Her
senses were on heightened alert when she knocked on the door of
Her dark eyes surveyed the room until she found what she was looking for. It only took her a few seconds to remove the plate over the telephone outlet and insert a small listening device. With practiced efficiency, she did the same in both bedrooms and the kitchen before she left locking the door behind her. She looked at her wristwatch and smiled. “Four minutes, I believe that’s a new record.” A smile crossed her face as she remembered her old partner’s words. You know Parker, you can out strategize the best of them, but when it comes down to implementation, you suck. “How is that for execution?”
When she reentered the Winnebago, she flipped open the device tracking Sophie’s movements and saw that the car had stopped about a mile away. She quickly took off the utility belt and cap then bent down to replace the heavy work boots with a worn pair of Nikes. In no time at all, she was in a rusted out van heading toward the place where Sophie had parked. When she pulled into a grocery store parking lot, Parker grinned for she knew the store. Absently she bit her inner cheek as images of the past tried to haunt her. She shook her head to remove any traces of the past - nevertheless they still loomed. This town certainly has a way of dredging up old memories whenever I’m here. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she blew it out. Those memories have no place in my life now.
She pulled on a large floppy hat that had long black hair extensions cascading from inside the brim and looked in the rearview mirror. How can you be so intuitive about most things and lack in disguises is beyond me. The memories flowed unchecked and she growled at the image she saw. “Enough of this nonsense, I need to go check out where the woman I’m pretty sure is Sophie Durant went.” To complete the look, she shrugged on an oversized raincoat and added gigantic white sunglasses. She learned long ago that the more ridiculous she looked the less likely anyone could give an accurate description of her face. She looked at herself in the mirror on the visor and laughed. “And, I certainly fit that bill.”
As she entered the store, she snagged a basket and began her search while throwing various items into the cart. She rounded a corner and paused when she saw the woman that she thought was Sophie Durant inspecting the cantaloupes. She pushed her cart toward the melons and covertly pushed the button of a camera hidden in her lapel before she picked up a cantaloupe. When the woman lifted her head, Parker snapped another picture, but knew she wouldn’t need it – Sophie Durant stood across from her. Parker seized the opportunity to capture her gaze and smiled broadly. “How do you know if they’re ripe?”
“It’s a crap shoot,” Sophie said.
There seemed to be a momentary glint of fear in the woman’s eyes, but it disappeared quickly. With a laugh, Parker said, “Good, you’ve confirmed my suspicions.”
Sophie nodded, put a cantaloupe in her basket and casually walked away.
A woman who seemed to appear from out of nowhere, and stood next to Parker said, “It is hard to tell with store melons.”
Parker looked at the woman and frowned. How long has she been there? I can’t believe I missed her. These twenty-four hour surveillances must be getting to me. “So it is a crap shoot then?”
The woman laughed again. “Yeah, it is. The best thing to do with them is take it home, put it on the counter and when you smell cantaloupe it is ready,” she said with a quiet confident air.
Parker’s eyes gave the woman the once over. She certainly isn’t a beauty in the classical sense, but damn she has my attention with that marvelous smile and those twinkling brown eyes. She removed her sunglasses and said, “Thanks, I’ll do just that.”
“Here,” the woman said handing Parker a cantaloupe. “This one should be ripe in a day or two.”
“I’m pretty sure you chose that one for yourself…I’ll find another.”
The woman laughed again and gestured to the bin holding the melons. “I’m sure I can find another. Please, take this one.”
Parker shrugged slightly and took the offered melon. “Thanks.” She scrutinized the woman again before saying, “Have a great day and thanks again.” She pushed her cart away, but after she went a short distance, she stopped and looked back at the woman. Hmm, I wonder if she’d give me her number. Damn, if I wasn’t working a case I’d… All thoughts stopped when she spied Sophie heading toward the cash registers.
Shit! I need to get to the van. She abandoned her cart and hurried toward the exit. She knew better than to let outside forces compromise her case and she almost let the mystery woman do just that. Her old partner’s words echoed again. You always allow yourself to get distracted Parker. You can’t do that and be a successful police officer…someone like your partner will end up dead.
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From her vantage point in the Winnebago, Parker munched on a sandwich as she watched Sophie’s friend Camille arrive home. She adjusted her headphones and turned the volume up slightly. Other than the sound of a television, Parker hadn’t heard anything from the apartment since Sophie returned from her shopping trip. She listened intently hearing the door open and the woman say, “I’m home.”
The voice she assumed was Sophie’s seemed agitated. “I’ve been spotted and I need to leave.”
“Spotted…who was it?”
“Some woman at the grocery store spoke to me.”
“And that makes you think you were made? Did this woman do anything other than speak to you?”
“No! You don’t understand Cammie. I’ve been going to that market every week since I came here and the people there are always the same…until today!”
“You never saw her there before? What did she look like?”
“The only thing I remember is a big floppy hat with hair extensions.”
“Shit!” Parker said as she slammed her hand against the table.
“Hair extensions were in the hat?”
“Yeah…at least that is how it looked like to me…she wore oversized sunglasses too. Doesn’t that sound like a disguise to you?”
“Maybe she was just eccentric. I’ve seen more than my share of weirdoes in this town”
“NO! I’m telling you she was watching me! I need to get out of here fast before my evil stepmother shows up on your doorstep.”
“Hold on a minute,” Camille said. “If you’re dead set on leaving at least let me find you a safe place to go. All I have to do is make one call and it will be all set up.”
“I don’t know.”
“Trust me, ok?”
The next thing Parker heard was, “Aunt Gin, I need a favor.” She moved the mouse of her laptop and started a search for Camille Peterson’s relatives. It didn’t take long for her to find Virginia Grayson who lived in a small town about two hours away. Her attention then turned completely back to the women’s conversation.
“It’s all set up. You can stay at my aunt’s boarding house in Waterston.”
“Waterston…never heard of it.”
“Not too many have and that is good for you. I have next Wednesday off. I will take you, introduce you to my aunt and get you all moved in. My aunt is great and I know you will get along with her…everyone does.”
A long pause had Parker turning up the volume up. What she heard was unmistakable – kissing. “She’s gay?” Parker said as she flipped through her files and found pictures of Sophie at all kinds of events. “She is always with men …there’s no mention of her being a lesbian anywhere. She must be a master of disguise if she kept that a secret.”
“I don’t want you to leave,” she heard Camille say.
“I know, but I have to keep you safe. My stepmother will stop at nothing until she finds and kills me.”
Parker sat up straight. Kills her? Why?
“Come on Sophie we’ve talked about this before…I can’t see her hiring someone to murder you.”
“Because you don’t know what she’s capable of! Trust me, she will stop at nothing until she has all my inheritance.”
Parker flipped through her notes and until she found the financials on Sophie. She only read a few lines when she heard the sounds of kissing again followed by the familiar groans of a sexually charged situation. Unable to concentrate, she put the file down and, feeling like a voyeur, closed her eyes and leaned back in the seat. It wasn’t too long before her body reacted vicariously to the sounds. The zipper to her jeans came down, and her fingers slid inside. The face of the woman she spoke with in the grocery store floated into her mind. Hmm, I wonder what her name is. She thought as her fingers glided inside.
Chapter 2
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The resonance of pulleys turning and a motor pulsing out energy to maintain the task broke the silence of the warehouse apartment. Inside the building, a woman’s ears picked up the sound and she sighed heavily. Then, with a shake of her head, she rose out of the comfortable armchair and entered the spacious work area that dominated the warehouse conversion. The atmosphere changed significantly for only moments before she felt relaxed and at ease with her surroundings. Now, the businesslike environment made her heart pump into action. The green lights that blinked rapidly on the console in the center of the area indicated the activation of the garage door as safe. It was one of the various gadgets defining the owner of the building.
Amelia watched quietly as the roar of a motorcycle engine cut through the other sounds in the building and slid, with feline grace, into the spot marked for it. A figure clad in black from head-to-toe fluidly disengaged from the machine. At a glance, it looked as if rider and machine were the same. With negligent ease, the figure removed the black helmet and a swathe of riotous black hair swung around the beautiful Latino featured face - Olivia Santos was home.
From her vantage point just outside of Olivia’s peripheral vision, Amelia watched in silent fascination. Her business partner and friend and …well who knew what else they were to each other, appeared tired. Amelia wasn’t surprised since Olivia was out on a case, or at least that’s what she implied, for the past thirty-six hours. Dark circles under the eyes, indicated the fatigue. Outside of that indicator, the woman’s movements as she headed for the central computer console, showed little stress to the body.
“Hey, you don’t need to lurk in the shadows I know you’re there.”
Amelia almost jumped out of her skin at the unexpected observation. With a rising of her eyes heavenward, she stepped forwarded into the glare of the overhead lights at the central core of Olivia’s toys. “I hate it when you do that,” Amelia said.
Olivia eyed the woman idly as a faint smile crinkled the corner of her eyes while her lips barely registered the emotion. Then, she returned her gaze to the data computing on the console from the portable storage device she slipped into the USB port. “Yep, I know.”
As Amelia moved forward, she caught the faint aroma of perfume lingering on Olivia. Odd, I’ve never noticed that smell before…hmm, expensive. She asked, “Was the surveillance successful?”
Olivia digested the question for a few seconds as her glance caught the interested ones of her business partner. An amusing thought filtered into her brain. Are you fishing Amelia? If I told you the truth, I wonder if you would still stick around. “Yes it was. How was your weekend?”
Amelia inwardly sighed. Nothing new there, she doesn’t give anything away even to me and I work alongside her. Damn, she annoys me sometimes. With a bright smile she replied, “I meet a new friend today.” Ok, so she isn’t a friend and I hardly spoke more than a few words, but Olivia won’t know that.
“Really and who exactly is this friend and where did you meet?” Olivia didn’t take her eyes from the data on the console, however her mind focused on the new turn of events.
Amelia walked around Olivia’s chair and saw the change in body language. It was hardly discernable, but she knew exactly what to look for. Something about her comment had hit a target. I wonder which target that is exactly. “Oh, I was shopping and we struck up a conversation…you know how that is.” She felt her nonchalant air and increased excitement in tone was a fitting disguise.
Olivia swung around to face Amelia with a hooded look in her narrowing eyes. “Shopping huh? You picked up a complete stranger…what’s his name?”
“I did not pick up a complete stranger! I had a conversation with a person about melons that was all. Do you always have to bring everything down to…to sex?” Amelia belligerently replied.
This time Olivia chuckled. Melons huh, close enough. “Ok, ok I apologize if I made the wrong assumption. “This new friend, are you going to call him?”
Amelia shook her head. How can Olivia be so good at what she does when she jumps to so many conclusions…wrong ones at that? “For the record, it was a woman not a man and well…”
“Well?” Olivia visibly relaxed with the mention of woman. Excellent, no threat…no threat at all.
“Are you hungry? I have those melons I bought and I was thinking maybe we can celebrate now that you’re back.” Amelia felt foolish as she tried to figure out why she said what she did. The woman in the store was a stranger and one I’m unlikely to see again and frankly I have no real interest in her. Besides, she was wearing ridiculous white sunglasses and it had to be a wig under that hat.
Olivia flexed her back muscles and with a distinct grin she used only for Amelia, she placed a hand on the smaller woman’s shoulder. “Sounds good, I’m starving. You have to be careful who you meet out there Amelia, not everyone is what they appear to be.” As they walked toward the stairs to the kitchen, she said, “What are we celebrating?”
Amelia didn’t reply immediately. Isn’t that the truth? Take you for instance. One day, one day soon I’m going to find out what makes you tick. “We’ve been together for two years. Who would have believed it? Oh by the way, I like that perfume you’re wearing it suits you.”
Olivia was thankful that she was behind Amelia as the comment made her cheeks take on a faint red hue. With a slight clearing of her throat, she quietly replied, “Is it? Well that surely is something to celebrate.” As they entered the kitchen in friendly camaraderie, she asked, “Did you buy any of my favorite pasta when you were shopping?”
Chapter 3
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The next morning Parker listened to the conversation between Sophie and Camille.
“Cammie I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
“Why?”
“How certain are you that I’ll be safe at your aunt’s house?”
“One hundred percent, no one will find you there.”
Parker heard the distinct sound of a kiss.
“But, what if…” She heard more kissing sounds.
“The only way anyone will track you there is if I tell them and trust me I will never do that.”
“It’s five days until we leave, what if that woman from the grocery store comes looking for me?”
“She won’t get near you.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I am going to be with you every minute until then…and no one gets by me. Come on, I’ve already cleared it with my boss. It’s take your friend to work week.”
Once the two women left, Parker quickly crossed the street, climbed the stairs and entered the apartment to retrieve the listening devices. When she returned to the Winnebago, she put in a call to her client Evelyn Durant. “Hello, Mrs. Durant this is Parker Davis.”
“I hope you have good news for me you’ve been at this for almost eight months and so far you’ve done nothing but spend my money.”
Parker sucked in a deep breath. I really don’t like this woman. “As I told you from the start Mrs. Durant, it is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Each time I have tracked her to a specific location it seems she leaves just before my arrival…it is as if someone tipped her off.”
“Well I certainly haven’t.”
“That’s not what I am saying. You need to understand your stepdaughter is smart and doesn’t want to be found and she’s doing a damn good job of doing just that.”
“I’m not interested in your excuses Ms. Davis, I want results or I will find someone who can deliver them.”
Like you haven’t already tried! “Well, that’s your choice Mrs. Durant. I had a sighting of her last night, but now she’s gone.”
“You saw her and didn’t grab her…why?”
“Too many people were around.” For Parker, the truth was that didn’t like kidnapping for there was always the risk of witnesses. She preferred to gain their confidence first then, tell her client where to find the person.
“So you let her get away! Who was she with?” Evelyn screamed. Anyone who gets in the way and helps that bitch of a step daughter will feel my wrath.
“I’m not sure of the name…it’s an old school friend…hmm, the last name is Peterson or something like that.” Damn, what an idiot, I shouldn’t have told her that. Now, what do I do? “The friend is irrelevant since Sophie has already gone.” The conversation was making Parker tense and she felt a knot grow in her stomach. “Listen Mrs. Durant, I have some good leads on her whereabouts.”
“Then find her and call me the moment you do. I’ll want her restrained until my people arrive. Is that understood?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“The next call you make better be the news I’m expecting or you’ll wish you never accepted the task and wasted my money,” Evelyn said with icy venom.
Parker felt a chill run down her spine for she knew without a doubt that what she heard Sophie say was right - the woman would kill her. She looked at the small cell phone in her hand and sighed. “At least she doesn’t know where I am. Pity I gave the old battle axe her friend’s last name.” Don’t you get it Parker you need to be tight lipped? Her old partner would say. “Oh well, it doesn’t matter she’ll be old news once Sophie leaves.” Her mind floated back to the last update she gave the woman. Unlike other cases, Parker played this one close to the vest never divulging too many details about where she was or how she determined where to look. “I hope that will keep Sophie safe for the time being.” From out of nowhere, she heard her old partner’s voice. Parker don’t get involved just do the job! She snorted and shook her head. “What the hell am I thinking? Keep her safe…she’s not the one paying me! Just whose side am I on?
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“What’s so interesting around here?” Pete asked when she paid for the use of the Winnebago and van.
Parker fixed the man with a menacing look. “The deal was, I pay you top dollar and you ask no questions.” She held the money back. “If you want to change the terms let me know and I will adjust the payment accordingly.”
“No, no,” the greasy, small man said. “No questions just like we agreed.”
“Good.” She gave him his money then began to walk away, but stopped. “If anyone comes looking for me Pete…I’ll know who told them.”
Pete adjusted his cap and gulped. “Not from me…I know nothing.”
“Then get lost,” she growled. Once the man had disappeared into the garage, she set about the task of wiping down both vehicles. The night before, under the cover of darkness, she retrieved her ‘88 Cabriolet from the garage she rented and loaded it with all her belongings. After Pete’s questions, she was glad she drove the car back to the garage. All I need is for him to know the make of my car and the license number. Not that it would matter for she used a fake ID when she bought it. Her old partner’s voice rang in her ear. Overlook nothing Parker... the little details will hang you.
Once she was satisfied that she left no traces in either the Winnebago or van, she began the mile walk to the garage and her car. The walk gave her time to reflect on the case so far and come up with a viable plan for what to do next. Normally she would have told her client every detail, but this case was anything but normal. The fact that Sophie spotted her so easily was upsetting. “I can't believe she saw through me like that...I must be losing my touch. Damn it! Maybe I should just tell Evelyn where she is and be finished with it.” She shook her head. “No way am I doing that…something tells me that Evelyn is a psycho. I shouldn’t have mentioned her friend. Oh, what the hell, she’s hardly going to do anything to her…Sophie is her target.” When she opened the garage door fifteen minutes later, she still didn’t have a reasonable plan. She’ll just send someone else to find her…damn, what do I do now? What the hell, the woman said spare no expense so what’s another few days on the expense account…can’t hurt...besides, I want to know Sophie’s side of the story. Wouldn’t be the first time I changed sides overnight and probably won’t be the last.” Once again, she heard her old partner’s words. That tender heart of yours will always get you in trouble. Stay focused and uninvolved. Parker laughed. “Now that I’m leaving town O, I hope you’ll become a forgotten memory again.” After she got in her car, she put the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life.
As fortunes would have it, Parker didn’t have any other cases and the money she’d been paid upfront would keep her solvent a while longer. “So why not find out more?” Don’t be so damn inquisitive Parker. You need to let it go and move on. You can’t solve everyone’s problems sometimes there is no solution, her partner would say. “Not this time. I know there is treachery lurking just below the surface of this case. I’ve got two hours to kill before I get to Waterston and that’s plenty of time to come up with a plan.” What she heard in Sophie’s voice the night before was a genuine fear of her stepmother. Add to that, her gut feeling that Evelyn Durant’s real motives were nefarious, and she knew there was more to the situation than what she first thought. My conversation with Evelyn this morning made that abundantly clear and I always did like a good mystery.
She knew the Durant family was an
old money family from the mainline of
“Something certainly smells bad with this case.” She shrugged. “It has to be greed. Her father is wealthy in his own right, but Sophie told her friend that Evelyn wanted all her money.” She snorted. “Bet there’s a prenup.”
As she drove into the small town of
With a smile, she opened the door to Good Eats and quickly scrutinized the area noting there were only two men sitting in a booth next to the window. She sat at the counter nearest the door and pulled a menu from between two bottles of catsup.
“Hello. Welcome to our town,” a bright voice said.
When Parker looked up, she saw a somewhat rotund woman with bright red hair, even redder lipstick and a nametag that said Dolly, smiling at her. “Thank you.”
“If you’re hungry you’ve come to the right place. Our special today is pot roast. It’s real good if I do say so myself.” The woman laughed. “What can I git you to drink?”
“Coffee would be good,” Parker said, flashing her biggest smile.
In an instant, the woman placed a cup of coffee on the counter. “There you go. You want more time to look at the menu or do ya know what you want?”
“Actually, I was interested in the help wanted sign.”
Dolly’s face brightened. “You lookin’ for work?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“My husband passed away five months ago leaving me to do all the cookin’, the table waitin’, and bill takin’. I had a gal helpin’ me, but she up and quit three days ago leavin’ me high and dry. Some of the folks that come in here don’t mind the wait, but most do. Business has gone way down since that gal left.”
“Sounds like you’re overwhelmed,” Parker said.
“I sure am. I need someone to wait tables…can you do that?”
“Sure can.”
Dolly clasped her hand to her heart
and Parker waited for a hallelujah. Instead, the woman said, “My prayers have
been answered.” She held out her hand. “I’m Dolly Madison.” When she saw the
smile cross the woman’s face she added, “Can you imagine with a name like Dolly
I marry a guy with the last name of
With a genuine laugh, Parker
extended her hand. “Parker
“I can’t pay you much Parker, but thems that comes in here tip real good.”
“I’m sure it will all work out. What are the hours?”
“We are open at six so I’d need you
here by
“Sounds good. Now, all I need is a place to stay.” With a questioning look she said, “Can you recommend a place.”
“I sure can. Miss Ginny’s is just down the street. I’ll call her and set it all up for you.”
“Thanks, that’ll be great,” she said breathing a sigh of relief. All I need to do is get myself established. Here ears perked up and a smile crossed her face as she listened to Dolly on the phone. She’s good people Ginny and an answer to my prayers. Great you have a room. I’ll send her right over.
Dolly turned back and smiled. “Gotcha all set up at Ginny’s.” She scribbled the address on the back of a counter check. “Here’s the address. You can’t miss it …two blocks down on the left.”
Parker took the offered paper. “Thanks this is great. The moment I drove into town I knew this was just the kind of place I’d been looking for.”
Dolly patted the younger woman’s hand. “And you are a godsend. Can you start tomorrow?”
“I’ll do you one better. As soon as I get my stuff stowed in the room, I’ll come back.”
“You would,” Dolly said as her eyes opened wide. “Thank you, thank you and God bless you Parker.”
The look on the woman’s face made Parker stand up and move a few steps back. I think she might kiss me or give me a big hug…that I can do without. Parker shrugged. “I guess I better go and get myself settled so I can get back here.”
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Miss Ginny’s Boarding House was a big rambling two story Victorian painted slate blue with rose trimmed windows and shutters. Parker’s eyes scanned the area noting that a small garage was located behind the house with the only exit being the driveway. The home was located on the main thoroughfare making it easy to leave in a hurry if she needed to. The car door creaked when she opened it. That’s what I get for buying a junker. She walked up the three steps to the front porch and then knocked. A woman, who Parker thought was in her fifties, opened the door.
“Hello, I’m Parker Davis,” she said with her biggest smile. “I believe Dolly spoke to you about me renting a room.”
“Yes, yes she did. Come on in. The rent is a hundred a week in advance and that includes your evening meal,” she said peering over Parker’s shoulder. “Is that your car?”
“Yes,” Parker said creasing her brow. “Is it a problem if I park there?”
“Heavens no,” Ginny said. “I was thinking you could use the garage. I don’t drive so no one uses it. Why don’t you pull it into the driveway then you can unload your belongings.”
“Sure, I can do that.” When Parker arrived back at her car, she shook her head. This is a definite case of damned if you do damned if you don’t. I don’t like the idea of there only being one way out, but what good fortune. By parking in the garage, it will add credence to the idea that I’ve been here longer than a few days.
The room Ginny showed Parker was located at the corner of the house on the second floor. It was small, but the two rooms had a homey feeling. “How many other boarders do you have Mrs. Grayson?”
Ginny laughed. “Call me Ginny everyone else does. Mr. Gordon is way down at the other end,” Ginny said pointing to the far end of the hallway. “This room over here,” she pointed to the room next to Parker’s, “is vacant, but a friend of my niece is going to be staying there in a few days.” She looked in the room Parker was assigned. “I serve dinner each night at six, but not on Sunday. You are welcome to use the kitchen, but I expect you to clean up after yourself. We also have laundry facilities…you will have to provide your own detergent.”
“Well, I don’t cook so that’s not a problem, but I do like clean clothes. Do you have a line for hanging them?”
Ginny’s laugh was long and deep. “Sure do. It sounds to me like we’ll get along just fine. Holler if you need anything,” she said then she left.
Once Parker was finished putting
her things away, she left the room quietly and tiptoed to the room Sophie would
be using. Just as with her room, the door was unlocked so she let herself in and
placed a bug in each of the two rooms. With a satisfied smile she left the
boarding house to go back to Good Eats and the
Dolly escorted the last customer to the door before locking it. She eyed Parker. “How was your first day?”
With a half smile, Parker said, “You sure do get a lot of people in here. Don’t know how you did it yourself. To answer your question…I’ll be back in the morning.”
“When you come in the mornin’, I’ll get you more acquainted with the place and pay you for today,” Dolly said. “I have a doctor’s appointment in ten minutes so I can’t do it now.”
“No problem. You want me to clean up the kitchen before I leave?”
Dolly frowned. “I guess not…I couldn’t pay you for doin’ that.”
“Consider it a thank you for giving me a job and finding me a place to sleep.”
“Be sure and lock up when you go.”
“Not to worry. I will make sure everything is locked up tight.”
“Bless you,” Dolly said as she looked at her watch. “Will you look at the time, I’m gonna be late if I don’t leave right now.
Parker watched with a satisfied smile as the woman scurry out the door. “This is going to work out perfectly.”
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At five thirty the next morning, Parker arrived at Good Eats. “Good morning,” Dolly bellowed over a mixer. “Get yourself an apron from under the counter.” She waved a wooden spoon in the general direction. “You did a wonderful job cleaning up. Thank you.”
How can she be so bubbly this early in the morning? “You’re welcome.”
Dolly had turned off the mixer and joined Parker. “You’ll need a nametag. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to be Rose ‘cause that’s the only tag I have.”
“Rose it is then,” Parker said laughing.
The first customer gave Parker a second look then a once over. “Where’s Dolly?” he asked gruffly.
“Good morning. Take a seat and I’ll get you a cup of coffee.”
He looked at her nametag. “Another Rose,” he said shaking his head “…where’s she get ‘em all.”
Parker smiled and walked over to the coffee pot. Just as she was pouring a cup, another customer came in and she heard, “Hey Joe, Dolly’s got herself another Rose.” It wasn’t long before all the tables were full of men who stopped in before work.
The lunch shift wasn’t as busy, but by closing time, Parker sighed in relief. She questioned the wisdom of her choice of occupation as she slumped in a chair. The day was successful in that she was certain that she made a good impression on all the customers. From the feel of the pocket in the apron, she made good tip money.
“You did good,” Dolly said as she placed a plate of food in front of her new waitress.
Parker looked at the woman and smiled. “Thanks. I had no idea you would be so busy. I think most everyone in town must have been here sometime today.”
Dolly laughed and patted Parker’s hand. “Not quite everyone. You eat up and I’ll get you your pay for today and yesterday.”
It had been a long time since Parker felt such an overwhelming weariness. She looked at the plate of food and realized her only choice was to comply with Dolly’s order. “Thanks, it sure smells good.”
Chapter 4
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The jingle of keys at the heavy door made Olivia smile. She walked from her office at When Heaven Meets Hell and casually leaned against the counter in front of the reception desk waiting for the door to open. She’s back at last. Her smile never wavered as the door finally opened and in stepped the woman she had been expecting. “Teal you decided to return to work! We’ve missed you.”
Teal Roland mentally released the
nervous breath she was holding as she arrived at the office after her extended
vacation. She grinned at her tall, beautiful boss. “Glad to be back boss, but
we…are you sure about the we? The last time we were in contact, Amelia was less
than friendly. Where is she anyway…in her office?” she said mockingly. They
both knew that Amelia never made it to the office until
Olivia pushed away from the counter and towered over their efficient personal assistant. Teal ran all the office administration and, if they would admit to it, their lives too. “Unlikely, she hasn’t changed in that respect.”
Teal walked over to the reception area and stowed her personal belongings. Then, with a look of dread mixed with joy, she saw the amount of paperwork stacked in her trays. Overflowing is an understatement. “Has she changed at all?”
The quiet question came from a woman Olivia respected for both her professionalism and friendship. She silently debated what to say next.
With her hand held as high as possible for Olivia to see, Teal remarked, “You don’t need to answer that…she hasn’t has she. I’m a fool to think that the last ten years of our friendship could sway her into accepting Phil and me as a committed couple. Well, it’s done now she either accepts it or…”
Pain was evident in the words that floated into the silent room. I feel sorry for Teal. It had been a shock all round when Amelia took a belligerent stand regarding Teal and Phil’s commitment ceremony. Her refusal to attend the ceremony and her ignoring Teal the weeks before verged on homophobic. Neither woman wanted to associate that behavior with Amelia. I really should speak to her about it. But shit, I really don’t want to hear what she has to say on the subject. “Or, you intend to quit on me?” Olivia asked raising an eyebrow. “You can’t leave me with a homophobe on my own. Who knows what I might do.” She winked to take the sting out of the words, but they both knew the only solution was to confront Amelia.
Teal laughed at the comment. Olivia had never directly admitted her preferences, but Phil, who had known Olivia for at least five years, knew she was a lesbian, but didn’t advertise the fact. “I think that would be too drastic don’t you. Incidentally, I heard that a certain mutual acquaintance of ours had a marvelous weekend.”
Olivia frowned slightly then seriously replied, “Did she say that or was it your interpretation of the hours we spent together? Besides, it was a mutual one off for us both…you know…a stress releaser.”
A shake of the head was Teal’s immediate reply. “Wow, I’d hate to be one of your cast offs. Stress releasing, huh. What would make you a one woman, woman Olivia…or should I say who?”
A sparkle entered the deep, dark blue of Olivia’s eyes as she shrugged. I tired that once, it didn’t work. “Now that you’re back Teal, there’s plenty to do. If you need help with the dragon when she arrives, I’ll be close by.” Olivia swiftly retreated to the sanctuary of her office.
Teal giggled at the description. Amelia might be many things but a dragon – yeah right. She looked at her in-trays. Darn I only had one of those suckers when I left. She groaned at the bulging mass of paper. Oh, it’s lovely to be back.
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Amelia, with a sense of trepidation, parked her vehicle next to the office and waited. After a few seconds of thought, she realized that she was frightened. I’m frightened of my old friend. How can that be? It’s not rational. I wish I’d gone to her ceremony. It was stupid, blind, and anal not to mention all the other things I can think of to describe my crass behavior. What do I say now? I was …what was I…can I even put a name to it? Her head jerked as she mentally derided herself for her sheer unworldly understanding of life in general and particularly her own. I want to say forgive me, but how can I say that? Teal will think I’m just saying it to make things less uncomfortable in the office. Her eyes popped open wide when she thought of how jammed packed Teal’s in-tray was.
I wish I were still a nun! Maybe that’s the crux of the matter…my calling was to be a nun and I let my incredible arrogance tell me otherwise. Why did I choose something other than God’s calling? Her eyes scanned the building where WHMH claimed the lower floor. The problem isn’t a place or a thing it’s the people. Two people in particular and I can’t decide what to do. What kind of shrink am I anyway? Pathetic and not worthy of the trust they put in me. I know it and I still want to be like them and know what life is like. I want to share it…all of it. If only I wasn’t so afraid of… The realization hit her and she gasped. Me! I’m afraid of being me!
Her eyes looked at the car’s clock and she frowned - eight-twenty nine. I am not going to be late! I refuse to add that to my list of crimes. She rushed out of her vehicle and mounted the steps. With a deep intake of breath, she reached for the door knob. Well, here goes she thought as the door to the outer office opened easily. Then, she heard the familiar tones of her friend, cursing one of them for their lack of detail. Probably Olivia, since paperwork isn’t her strongest suit. She took a deep breath and moved further into the office placing her briefcase on the counter top. “Hi Teal, welcome back,” she said. Amelia inwardly chided the lack of sincerity her clipped tone evoked. I may not sound upbeat, but nonetheless I mean what I say.
Teal looked up toward the voice and mentally chastised herself for the terrible thoughts she had at her friend’s expense. With a bright smile she responded, “Good morning Amelia, thanks.”
Hesitation wasn’t a good trait in a psychiatrist, but right then Amelia felt more vulnerable than her patients did. “Did you have a good…vacation?”
You really can’t say it, can you Amelia? Oh, I feel sorry for you my friend, I really do. How can someone so balanced in most things and be as charitable as you are in almost everything else, have this phobia? Well I can be charitable too. She let Amelia off the hook. “Great thanks. Looks like I’ll need another one after I get through the mountain of work you both left for me.”
A ghost of a smile etched itself across Amelia’s features as she realized her friend gave her a way out. “Teal, most of that is Olivia’s except for the receipts and stuff I pretty much dealt with mine. My business partner is less adept in that area.”
“Who is less adept my dear Doctor West?”
The rich voice was unmistakably Olivia’s and Amelia spun around to face the taller woman. Damn she’s smiling that way again.
With a twinkle in the eye toward Teal, Olivia moved closer to Amelia. “Are you implying I’m not good at something? I’d really like to know what it is so I can hone my skills.”
Amelia’s breathing became noticeably shallow as Olivia moved within inches of her. Flustered, she replied, “We all know clerical work isn’t one of your stronger points.”
“Ah, paperwork,” she said shaking her head in agreement. “Well, I figured that Teal doesn’t want to feel that her time here is wasted,” she said solemnly. “What’s your excuse?” Olivia loved to tease Amelia. It was one facet of her relationship with the woman that she found endearing.
“Why not tell Teal about your date this weekend.” There, I’ve finally said it! No way was Olivia working this weekend.
“Ohhh goody, office gossip, you got to love it. So spill the beans Olivia,” Teal gleefully intoned. I already know the details or as much as Terry let slip, but it will be fun to see if Olivia can get out of this one.
Olivia gave Amelia a long, steady stare. Now you’re playing games aren’t you Amelia. You’re afraid to ask me to my face, but in a room with other people sure…dangerous my dear doctor, dangerous. “Now a lady never discusses such things in public.”
Amelia snorted at the reply. “So it was a date! Ha, I thought so when I smelled expensive perfume. Usually you smell of fresh herbs.” Teal and Olivia both stared at Amelia. With a shake of her head, Olivia headed for the outer door. “I’m out of here. I have work to do. See you both later.”
“Yeah, me too, I have a patient coming shortly. I’m glad you’re back Teal, I really am. I was wondering if you and Phil wanted to come over for dinner next weekend.” Amelia picked up her briefcase and held her breath as she waited for the response. Please Teal, accept the olive branch.
Perplexed at the attitude change, but willing to try anything to show Amelia that being gay wasn’t the crime of the century she nodded. Who knows Amelia, you might even realize a thing or too about yourself. “Phil’s going to Vegas can we take a rain check?” she said.
Amelia closed her eyes briefly. “Sure a rain check it is. I’ll see you later Teal.” She walked toward her office then turned back. “I’m sorry about the ceremony Teal. Maybe if you’ll give me a chance I can explain.”
Teal smiled warmly at her friend. “You got it babe, now go do your stuff. I know I need to do mine.”
The shadow, which had plagued them both, lifted slightly as light began to filter through.
Chapter 5
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Over the next two days, Parker learned most of the customer’s names and easily laughed and joked with them all. “No one would know you just got here.” Dolly told her on the third day. “You even won over old man Winston. Lordy, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile like that before.”
Parker laughed. “Tom just needed a nudge.” She shrugged on her jacket and said, “I best be going its laundry day.” The truth was Sophie and Camille were due to arrive and she wanted to be in place before they got to the house. “See you tomorrow.”
As she neared the boarding house, her heart leapt into her throat when she saw the crème colored Altima in the driveway. Damn, I thought they’d get here later. Sucking in a deep breath, she opened the front door, entered and almost ran headlong into Sophie Durant.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Parker looked at Ginny and said, “I didn’t know you were having company.”
“No need to be sorry,” Ginny said with a smile. “This is my niece and her friend that I told you about.” She wrapped her arm around Camille. “Cammie this is Parker Davis she has the front room.” Then she turned to Sophie. “I’m sorry I don’t remember your name.”
“Sophie Durant,” the woman said holding out her hand. “It looks like we’ll be neighbors.”
Parker felt her body relax when neither woman showed any sign that they recognized her. She had only seen Camille from a distance and now that she saw her close up, Parker wondered what Sophie saw in her. Where Sophie was tall and curvaceous, Camille was small and on the chunky side. If Sophie dressed better and wore make-up, people would sit up and take notice of her. Camille on the other hand is rather homely. “Nice to meet you neighbor,” Parker said as she shook the slightly smaller hand. “Well, I better get going it is laundry day.” She looked at Ginny and smiled. “It’s such a warm day I think I’ll hang them on the line.”
As Parker mounted the stairs, she heard Cammie say, “She seems like a nice person Sophie. You’ll have someone your age to talk to.”
The next person she heard was Ginny. “Well let’s get you settled shall we. Cammie, now that your friend is staying here, I hope I’ll see more of you.”
“Count on it Aunt Gin,” Camille said.
Parker let out a sigh of relief. Well so far so good, they didn’t ask how long I’ve been here. Once she was in her room, she gathered her clothes and before she finished she heard the three women go into the room next door. With her clothes stuffed into a basket, she waited until she heard them in the hallway again and opened her door. “Ginny,” she said.
“Yes dear.”
“I’m out of laundry soap. Do you mind if I borrow some of yours? You know I’ll replace it.” Her words were loud enough for the other two women to hear. This will help solidify in their minds that I’ve been here longer than a few days.
“Certainly, come on, I’ll walk down with you.”
Parker smiled broadly. “Thanks. Isn’t it a great day to hang out laundry?”
“Yes, it is a beautiful day. You know, I was thinking that maybe we could use the grill tonight.”
“And, I’m just the girl to do the grilling,” she said with a fond smile. Inwardly she chuckled for Ginny unknowingly was playing into her ruse.
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The dinner of grilled chicken was excellent. Parker hoped that she could use the meal to study Sophie, but that didn’t happen. Only Camille joined them. “Sophie has a monster of a headache Aunt Gin. When we’re done do you mind if I take her a plate?”
Parker helped Ginny clear the table and do the dishes before she went back to her room. She put on headphones and listened to the conversation in the next room.
“Come on Sophie, you have to eat something. My aunt is a wonderful cook.”
“I’m sure she is Cammie, but I’m just not hungry.”
“Why?”
“After you leave I will be alone.”
“No you won’t. Parker seemed like an interesting person at dinner. And, I’ll come every weekend.”
“You will?”
The answer to the questions was clearly a kiss. Now why doesn’t that surprise me? Parker thought as she stretched out on her bed. It wasn’t long before she heard Sophie say, “What you got there?”
“Oh, I thought you might like feeling this inside.”
Parker felt her heart crank to a higher beat.
“Cammie we can’t…not in your aunt’s house.”
“Don’t worry her bedroom is downstairs on the other side of the house. Besides, she went to bed two hours ago…she won’t hear us.”
“But, what about that woman next door?”
“What about her? She can find her own lover.” Parker heard Camille chuckle. “Unless you think she’d like to join in on a threesome.”
“Nope, I want you and that strap-on all to myself.”
Parker listened to the pair making love and once again felt like a voyeur. Her mind flitted to the woman she met in the grocery store. There was something so compelling about her that Parker envisioned her face often. She would never see her again and as her hand slid between her legs and she sighed. “It would be nice to have you in my bed mystery woman,” she mumbled as her fingers began to move deeper.
She heard Sophie groan, “God Cammie deeper go deeper and harder.”
Parker’s fingers and hips moved to the sounds until she came at the same moment Sophie did.
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The next morning Parker was busy serving breakfast when to her surprise Ginny, Camille and Sophie came in. She smiled and said, “There’s an empty booth over there, I just need to wipe the table.” She moved quickly toward the table and did a once over with a wet cloth, placed silverware wrapped in a paper napkin on the table along with menus before signaling the women. “You all want coffee,” she asked as they sat down.
Sophie watched as the women moved easily among the tables stopping often to chat with customers. To Sophie, it looked like the woman was flirting with people. I guess that’s a good way to get tips. As she continued observing, she felt a bit envious of how comfortable the woman seemed with other people.
One man said loudly. “Will you marry me?
“What would your wife say,
Wow, look at her, she seems so at home with them. I’ve never had the need for lots of friends…I rather have one or two good ones. She looked at her friend. Like you
Cammie. Perhaps if I were more outgoing I wouldn’t be in this predicament. She sighed and focused on the woman who was approaching them with three mugs of coffee.
“Here you go ladies,” Parker said with a beaming smile. “Have you decided yet or do you need more time.”
As each rattled off what they wanted, Sophie focused on the nametag. Rose? She immediately felt her back straighten in fear. Then, as casually as she could, she said, “Rose, I thought your name was Parker.” A laugh that seemed to emanate from deep inside was Sophie’s answer. “I don’t get it…what’s so funny?” she said annoyed by what she took as mocking from the woman.
“I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you it’s just you’re the first to ask that question.” Parker shook her head. “The only nametag Dolly has is this one so voila, I became Rose.” She laughed heartily and walked away toward the kitchen.
Sophie looked at Camille’s aunt and said, “Mrs. Grayson do you think she is telling the truth?”
“Young lady, if you are going to live under my roof, you’ll have to call me Ginny.”
“Ok, Ginny, do you think she is telling the truth about the nametag or is she…” Sophie felt Camille’s hand touch her thigh in reassurance.
“I don’t think she is a threat to you,” Camille said softly.
“Lord no, she isn’t lying. When Dolly and her husband opened this place they tried to do everything real fancy like.” Dolly laughed. “In case you hadn’t noticed this isn’t a fancy town. Anyway, they ordered special nametags for themselves and their one waitress, Rose. Well, Rose left to get married and they had a nametag. So…to make a long story short, all their help from then on became Rose.”
Sophie felt her body relax. “Thanks, I’m sorry. You know my situation Ginny so I can be overly cautious at times.”
Ginny reached across the table and patted Sophie’s hand much as a mother would. “You have nothing to fear from Parker or as we call her in here, Rose.”
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Over the next several weeks, Sophie and Parker began a tentative friendship. They would see each other at dinner and occasionally Sophie would arrive late in the morning when the place was empty for breakfast. It was during those times that they started to get to know each other better. Parker would serve Sophie her meal, sit down and relay all the local gossip.
One such morning, Parker said with a laugh, “I got a marriage proposal today.”
Sophie raised her hand to her mouth. “Another one, wow Parker, you sure do have the knack for romance,” she said with a laugh. “How many does that make now? Who’s the lucky guy?”
“Tom Winston,” she said with a wink.
“Parker, he’s old enough to be your grandfather!”
“Were you here spying on me Sophie?” she asked with a chuckle. “That’s exactly what I told him.”
Sophie laughed. “Oh, so you broke his heart.”
“I don’t think so. He left me a twenty dollar tip. Dolly said since her husband died Tom asks her once a week to marry him.”
When they both stopped laughing, Sophie’s blue eyes captured Parker’s attention. “What?”
“My friend Cammie said she’d visit me every weekend.”
Parker lifted an eyebrow. “Why hasn’t she?”
“I told her not to.” Sophie’s blue eyes focused on the table.
It was the first time Sophie confided anything personal and Parker knew she had to proceed cautiously. “Why did you do that? I thought you were close.”
Sophie shook her head then smiled at the woman across from her. “I…I was wondering if you would like to go have a beer after dinner some night,” she said lowering her eyes.
Bingo. “Sophie,” Parker said and waited for Sophie to look up. “I would love to go out with you…what about tonight?”
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That night after dinner the two women made their way to the other side of town and The Happy Hour – the only bar for miles around. Except for a man sitting at the bar, the place was deserted.
“Grab that table over there,” Parker said. “I’ll get us some beers. Do you want anything special?”
“Nope, whatever they have on tap is fine with me.”
Parker sat down, lifted her mug and said, “To good friends and good times.”
They sat in companionable silence
and that gave Parker the opportunity to study Sophie. She covertly looked at
the woman and took her in as a whole. The voice she thought she left in
Parker said, “Is it too forward of me to ask why you came here?”
“To have a beer,” Sophie said teasingly.
“No I meant why you came to Waterston.”
“Yeah, I know what you meant,” she said softly. “I’m hiding out,” she said conspiratorially.
Parker creased her brow. “Really,” she said with a raised eyebrow. “From who…a boyfriend, the IRS, a jealous husband or the feds.”
Sophie shook her head and laughed before she let out a long sigh. “I wish it were that simple.”
Parker felt the blue eyes probing her. “Don’t we all,” she said softly. “I’m a good listener.”
Sophie struggled internally with whether to trust Parker or not. Finally she said, “It’s a really long and complicated story…you sure you want to hear it?”
“Yes.”
The tale of a father who had no time for a daughter once her mother died unfolded. Sophie spoke of how she lived with her grandmother and never really saw her father except maybe on holidays. “At first, I told myself that he was so heartbroken after my mother’s death that I was a constant reminder for him. Then one Christmas, I told him how much I missed him and wanted to live with him. He told me that he never wanted children and that having me was my mother’s idea.” Sophie wiped a tear from her cheek. “My mother was gone for twenty years before he remarried so I guess that gave me some comfort in his love for her. Two years ago he married Evelyn…she’s in her early forties, which is a good fifteen years younger than him.” She shook her head. “The only relationship my father and I had was work related. Once she came on the scene he had no time for me period,” she spat. Sophie looked up when she felt a warm hand on hers.
“I take it you don’t like her.”
Sophie snorted. “To put it mildly.” She blew a long breath through her full red lips. “Anyway, through some medical magic Evelyn bore my father a son. You would have thought a miracle happened the way my father paraded around with that kid.” She shook her head. “I’m being too harsh on the kid it isn’t his fault. When my grandmother died that same year, she left her entire fortune to me, which really pissed my father off. He is the executor and gets a hefty chunk for that, but he…she wants it all. Somehow he got my grandmother to add a codicil stating that I’d get three hundred thousand of the inheritance for the first year after her death and if something happens to me during that time, it will all revert to my new half-brother.” Sophie’s voice lowered. “She’s been trying to kill me ever since.”
“Your stepmother?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “She’s sent people to find me…but I’ve outsmarted them all.”
Parker studied the woman again and wondered how she managed to elude her for so long. In the time I’ve known her, she hasn’t seemed devious but… She took in the total woman again and realized how she managed to achieve her success – mediocrity. She dresses shabbily and doesn’t wear make-up so she doesn’t stand out in a crowd. She’s taken a page out of my book. “Wow Sophie, that sounds like a good reason to hide out.”
Sophie saw a questioning look on Parker’s face. “Go ahead its ok to ask questions.”
“With all that money why didn’t you just go to the Rivera or somewhere like that with body guards to protect you.”
“That would make me too visible. Believe me, she’d hire an assassin and it wouldn’t matter how many guards I had, I’d be dead.” She fixed Parker with a stare. “So I hide out in obscurity until the time is up.”
“How much time is left before the year is up?”
“A little over two months,” she said before she lifted her mug and took a long swallow.
“You want another?” Parker asked. Her mind was a mass of confusing thoughts that all centered around the woman across from her. What’s really going on with me? I’m supposed to be tracking her and taking her back to Philly.
Sophie sighed before she finished
the last of her drink. “No, I think we should get you home since
“Yeah, you’re right. Hey, thanks for the evening I had a good time.”
“You weren’t bored by my story?”
“Nope, not at all.”
As they walked back to the boarding house, Parker’s mind swirled around Sophie’s revelations. She certainly sounds convincing and I never have completely trusted her stepmother. Now what should I do? I need a new plan that’s for sure.
Sophie stopped, scratched her head then cocked her head.” Why do you wear that silly wig and all that make-up?”
With her thoughts interrupted, Parker laughed. “Studies show that waitress with big, blonde hair and red lips get more tips.” She paused for a moment. “Big tits help too,” she said heaving her chest out. “It’s all padding.”
Sophie chuckled as she surveyed Parker’s breasts. “You sure it isn’t your winning personality? I’ve seen the way you charm everyone. I’d think if you were bald with a flat chest they’d still react to you.” Parker let out a loud laugh as Sophie reached up and removed the wig. “I like you better this way,” she whispered.
Parker felt exposed as if Sophie knew her true purpose. What are my intentions? I certainly don’t think I can turn her over to her stepmother. A soft hand caressed her cheek only to be gone instantly.
“I guess we should get home.”
Bewildered and caught off guard, all Parker could say was, “Yeah I guess so.” She fit the wig back on her head and they began to walk again.
Just as they rounded the corner and went toward the front porch of the boarding house, Ginny came rushing out and engulfed Sophie in her arms. “Oh, Sophie I have such terrible news,” she cried.
“What…what is it?”
“My darling, sweet Camille was murdered.”
Shocked, Sophie shook her head. “No, no that can’t be true! I just spoke with her this morning.
Parker watched as the two women made their way to the porch before they clung to each other out of mutual desperation. Her mind immediately shifted into private investigator mode as she let her eyes scan the street, yards and the houses looking for anything that didn’t quite seem to belong. From her vantage point by the curb, she saw nothing. Taking her cell phone out of her jean pocket, she dialed a number.
“Hello, this is Parker Davis.”
“Ms. Davis, have you found my wayward stepdaughter yet?” Evelyn Durant said sarcastically.
“Well, I had her tracked to a
friend’s apartment in
“Ah, yes little Ms. Peterson…such a pity.”
Parker swore she heard the woman laugh. “It’s kind of hard to find Sophie if her friends…”
“Just stop Ms. Davis,” Evelyn said impatiently. “I no longer need your services. I’ve found someone who is much more capable. Send me a bill and I will send you a check for the balance I owe you.”
The phone went dead and the only sound Parker heard was the katunk-kathunk of her heart. I need to get Sophie out of this town. Camille Peterson would still be alive if she didn’t tell her assailant where to find Sophie. What reason would there be to kill her unless it was to keep her from warning Sophie? She felt a pang of guilt. I told Evelyn about Camille. If I hadn’t done that, I bet she’d still be alive. “I’m going to need help,” she said softly. She flipped her phone open and scanned for a number she swore she’d never call.
Thousands of memories flooded her
consciousness as she listened to the sound of ringing. I promised myself I’d never speak to her again, but I have her number
so what does that say about my resolve? When she heard, “
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Swallowing hard, Parker tentatively said, “Hey, it’s Parker.”
Olivia felt her eyebrows shoot up at the name. It can’t be, not her, she wouldn’t have the nerve! “Parker…as in middle name Judas?” Her voice was calm and under control, but her heart raced as she waited for the reply.
“Please don’t hang up on me.” The smoky, sexy voice of Olivia Santos made her tingle as images of them naked and in each other’s arms flashed. “There’s been a murder and you’re the only one that can help.”
“Give me one good reason why I should even have a conversation with you! You’re a private detective go do your own shitty research,” Olivia snarled. After what she did to me, Parker is the last woman on earth I’m going to give the time of day.
How does she know I’m a PI? Parker blew out a long breath as she recalled the day she turned Olivia into the authorities. “I know I have no right to ask anything of you O and you know I wouldn’t ask if there was any other way, but…”
Olivia clenched the receiver in a vice-like grip, and interceded. “You have no rights over me period! You didn’t then and you certainly don’t now. Go away Parker, you and I have nothing to say to one another.” A tentative knock on the door had Olivia’s attention drawn to the opening door.
“You’ll be paid ten thousand up front,” Parker blurted out hoping to stop Olivia from disconnecting. “This involves an heiress, a wicked stepmother and murder. Does that interest you at all?
“I knew you were nuts ten years ago Parker, but an heiress, wicked stepmother and murder. Give me a break,” Olivia replied. Amelia shot her head around the door with a look of apology when she realized she’d interrupted a conversation. “Hi, what’s the problem?” Her voice softened dramatically as she gave her business partner a small smile.
Amelia grinned, hearing part of the conversation. Wow, that sounds like an interesting case…it reminds me of Shrek. “Great you’re still here…I just wanted to remind you about dinner tomorrow night, seven at our…your place.” Amelia reminded her friend, knowing Olivia’s penchant for taking off at short notice on a case.
Olivia frowned and then nodded, “Sure I’ll be there as promised.” With a wink, Amelia closed the door.
“Have you heard of the Durant family?” Parker said not waiting for a reply. What she heard, was Olivia obviously speaking to someone else. Hmm, I can tell from the tone of her voice, that she likes this person. I remember how the pitch of her voice always gave her true feelings away. I wish I could get her to speak to me like that again. Otherwise, she may not help me.
“Who, hasn’t!” Olivia replied, but with less venom than her previous comments.
Phew, she’s still listening. I’d better make this good for I know I’m on a short leash with her. “I’m protecting the daughter Sophie. She thinks her stepmother is trying to kill her and claim Sophie’s fortune for her own son.” Come on O take the bait you always loved a good mystery don’t let me down now. “You still love mystery novels don’t you O? This one is the real deal.”
“Remember one thing Parker, you don’t know me or what I like and dislike any more. What’s your involvement in all this?” Maybe this will get me away from Amelia’s formal dinner party tomorrow night. She took the hook. Formal was never my strong suit. Promises can be broken and at this moment, more than any other, I know that’s the truth. She was speaking with the woman who broke her heart and until recently made her distrust every other human being.
“Damn it Olivia, you always were a
hard sell,” Parker said in irritation. “Evelyn Durant hired me to find her
stepdaughter under the pretense of Sophie’s father’s heartbreak. I have since
found that her true motives are completely different.” She cleared her throat.
“A woman that Sophie was staying with in
Yeah hard, the only hard one is you, but you’d never see it like that. You make everyone think butter would melt in your mouth, but I know differently. “You changed sides again didn’t you? No, you don’t need to tell me I already know that a leopard never changes its spots. So what do you want from me?”
I’m not going to rehash the past with her, it’s pointless. “I want you to look into the murder. I need to know if they know where Sophie is now.”
Olivia considered the request for all of a second. “Find someone else! I’m too busy to work for you.”
She knew that the hatred Olivia felt for her ran deep. Who can blame her, but I did it to save her. I wish she’d see that. “This case demands the very best Olivia and you are the best,” Parker said softly
“If you think pandering to my ego will work, think again. The only way I’d take on any work you’ve touched is if I never have to have any contact with you again. Personally, I’d rather you were six feet under and I pulled the trigger,” Olivia replied in a remarkably calm and level tone.
“Listen O, I know you hate me and
no matter what I do that will never change. I wouldn’t be calling you if this
weren’t important. Sophie Durant needs saving and I can’t do that on my own.
The bottom line is that without your help, she’s dead.” Then she whispered, “I
don’t think I’m good enough alone.” She sucked in a deep breath. “She has
nothing to do with our history O… Sophie’s an innocent.” She let go of her
pride and said, “I’d check it out for myself, but I’m not in
With a derisive chuckle, Olivia replied, “Now why aren’t I surprised.” The word innocent caught her attention and she wiped a hand over her mouth in resignation. Damn if only I’d never met Amelia and her constant reminders about innocent people. “Give me the details and who’s handling the case here. I’ll call you when I’m done, what’s your number?” Having a conscience is the pits.
“Thanks, I don’t have all the details yet, we just found out about it. The woman’s name is Camille Peterson.”
“Parker when this case is over I’d seek different employment. Maybe work in politics…it’s more in your line…they change sides as often as you do,” she snarled. “I’ll deal with this and you go and baby-sit your friend Sophie.” She ended the call and checked her caller ID noting the number. Crap Parker, you can’t even do the simplest of things. She shook her head in disgust. Never ever, display caller ID. You’ve forgotten the basics. Does that mean you’re letting yourself get personally involved? We both know that’s always a no-no.
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Parker didn’t have time to dwell on her conversation with Olivia - there were more pressing matters. She approached the two women and wrapped her arm around Ginny’s shoulders. “Come on, let’s get you inside,” she said softly.
Ginny blinked back her tears. “Yes,
I need to get ready. My sister and her husband are picking me up in a little
while. I can only imagine the pain
“I want to go with you,” Sophie blurted.
Parker led Ginny to the door, but when Sophie tried to follow, she held her back. “We need to talk.”
“Not now, I’ve got to pack.”
“You can’t go.”
Sophie snapped her head around and glared at Parker. “I certainly can!” Her response was strong hands holding each of her shoulders. “Let go of me!”
“We need to talk,” Parker said again. Her eyes narrowed. “Has it occurred to you that your friend was murdered by someone looking for you?”
Horrified by the remark, Sophie said, “No! How can you say such a thing?”
“Because it’s true.”
“No,” Sophie wailed. “She wasn’t murdered because of me!”
“I know she was.”
“How can you know such a thing…unless…”
“Unless I work for your stepmother,” she said quietly before shrugging in guilt.
“Noooooooo, you can’t.”
“Yeah I can…I’m one of the people she sent to find you,” Parker said softly.
Sophie felt the anger rise and tried to free herself. “Let go of me! I thought we were friends and all along, you worked for her! You’re a despicable excuse for a human being.” Fear and anger filled Sophie’s face. “Damn it, I trusted you and took a chance on you. How can you do this to me?”
“Listen to me will you!” Parker growled. “If I wanted to hurt you or tell your stepmother would you still be here?”
Sophie was in no mood to listen as her body shook with anger. “I don’t believe one word you say!” she said as she wiggling in an attempt to get free.
“Will you stop for one minute and think rationally.” Her dark eyes captured the blue ones. “I never trusted her and when I met you I realized there was more to the story than she told me. I took the time to know you and find out more. I wasn’t going to hand you over to her! Something told me she is evil!”
“Bullshit!
For a long time, Parker gazed into
Sophie’s eyes. “It’s the truth. I no longer work for her, but someone else is
and they tracked you to
Sophie’s mind was still reeling with anger, but a part realized the truth of the softly spoken words. If she wanted to hurt me or turn me in I wouldn’t still be here. She closed her eyes and whispered, “Then why are you still here?”
“To protect you,” Parker said softly.
“For how long?”
“As long as it takes. I don’t know who she’s hired, but when you’re found, and you will be, I won’t let them get to you.”
Sophie collapsed into Parker and began to sob. “She was my friend…I loved her…how could this happen…how?”
Words were no longer necessary as Parker tightened her arms and lightly kissed Sophie’s head. I need to get her out of here to somewhere safe. Then a car stopped in front of the house and Parker quickly turned and put herself between the car and Sophie. “Stay behind me until we know who it is,” she ordered.
Chapter 6
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In the dark of the night, Parker saw what she thought was a man getting out of the vehicle. The light from a streetlight a hundred yards away cast a shadow on the individual that made him appear gigantic. She could feel Sophie behind her hovering closer as the man rounded the car and opened the rider’s door. The interior car light illuminated the face of a woman.
Sophie peeked around Parker and when she saw the man and woman, she attempted to go to them. A strong hand stopped her. “No!”
“It’s okay Parker, they’re Cammie’s parents,” she said as she bolted for the couple.
Parker watched as the three clung to each other. She could clearly hear the sobs and the older woman saying, “Why?” Once again, she scanned the area. They shouldn’t be out in the open like that. We have no way of knowing who might be watching. She breathed a sigh of relief when they finally made their way to the porch and Sophie ushered them inside. Parker touched Sophie’s arm and whispered, “Come back out.”
While she waited for Sophie’s return, Parker planned where they would go. Her conversation with Olivia, which brought old feelings to the surface, unnerved her. Until Olivia called with information about the murder, they would stay put, although…. If the murderer is already in town…what is the best way to protect her? “There hasn’t been enough time for that to happen,” she reasoned. “Whoever it is, they’ll wait to see if Sophie goes to the funeral - that’s what I’d do.” When the screen door squeaked open, she turned to see a distraught Sophie standing there.
“Who were you talking to?” Sophie asked.
“Just now or when I was on the phone earlier?”
“Yeah.”
Parker felt her face heat up. “Just
now I was speaking with myself. Earlier I spoke with someone I know in
Sophie’s brow furrowed as she cocked her head to one side. “You’re certain they know where I am?”
Parker took a step closer to the woman. “Yes, otherwise they wouldn’t have killed your friend. Once she gave up the information…”
“She wouldn’t have told them…she promised.”
“Perhaps they didn’t give her the chance.”
“They killed her so she couldn’t warn me?”
“Yeah.” Parker moved close enough to put her hands on Sophie’s shoulders. “I won’t let them get to you,” she said her gazed holding Sophie’s eyes.
Sophie sighed and allowed tears to run down her cheeks. “Maybe I should just go back and settle this so no one else gets hurt…or worse.” She leaned into Parker, rested her head on the broad shoulder, and shook as she sobbed harder.
“Shh, we’ll make sure no one else is harmed.”
“How can you say that?” Sophie sobbed. “Right now everyone I’ve met here is in danger.” Her watery eyes opened wide. “That means you too! You should go now Parker and not stay around you’re life is at stake.”
“No one is going to hurt you, me or anyone else. The danger is anyone knowing where you are and we aren’t going to let anyone know that Sophie,” Parker said softly. She wrapped her arms around the smaller woman. “As soon as I hear back from my contact we will know what to do. Right now I want you to go inside and get your things packed…we might have to leave in a hurry.”
Sophie lifted her head and looked at Parker. “Are you sure you want to get involved in this? If you stay with me you will be targeted just like Cammie.”
If they know I’m here…I already am a target. “Yes, I’m sure.”
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The next morning at five-thirty, Parker arrived at Good Eats and told Dolly all about Ginny leaving in the middle of the night. Dolly’s hand flew to her mouth. “My goodness that sounds horrible.” Then her eyes bugged out. “That’s Sophie’s friend!”
“Yeah, I’m afraid so,” Parker said somberly. “Dolly…Sophie might be in trouble and if she is I may have to leave without much notice.”
“Don’t you worry, friends are too precious,” she said. Dolly grabbed at her heart when she heard a knocking at the door.
Parker patted the older woman’s arm. “It’s just some of the early birds.” She lowered her head and looked into Dolly’s eyes. “You ok?”
“Ye…yes, I’ll be right as rain in no time. You go ahead and let them in and I’ll finish up my preparations.”
It was about midmorning when the door opened and a man, Parker had never seen before, came inside. All her warning flags went up and she knew instantly why he was there. She’d seen his type before – shifty eyed, dark and trying to look casual. “Mornin’ want some coffee?” she asked.
The man gave her the once over lingering on her chest then said, “Yeah.”
Parker put the cup of hot brew in front of the man and said, “Know what you want?”
The man lifted his head and pulled something out of his shirt pocket. “You seen this woman round these parts?”
Before she looked, Parker knew who was in the picture. “Hmm, no can’t say that I have, but I’ve only lived here five years…let me go ask the owner maybe she’ll know.” She turned and walked a few steps then turned back. “You know what you want yet?”
“Whatever the special is,” the man said coldly.
“Good choice you can never go wrong with a special,” she said over her shoulder as she continued to the kitchen. “Dolly we need one special,” she said loudly. “Oh, and this guy out here wants to know if you know the woman in his picture.”
Dolly came out of the kitchen and nodded. “Well I know everyone around these here parts so I’d be the right one to ask.” Parker handed her the picture and held her breath that Dolly wouldn’t have a noticeable reaction to the picture. Without hesitation, Dolly said, “Well you know it looks kinda like Lucas Tanner’s little girl Suzanne, but she hasn’t been around here in years.” She walked over to the man, handed him the picture and looked him square in the eyes.
Parker felt a shiver run up her spine. If there was one thing about Dolly that everyone liked, it was that she never held anything back. God no Dolly, don’t blow it by saying something we’ll both regret. Once she heard Dolly’s words, she blew out the breath she was holding.
“You want wheat, white or biscuits?”
The man took the picture and held it up. “You sure you haven’t seen this woman here in town,” he pressed.
Dolly pointed to the large front window. “I’ve lived in this town my whole life and everyone has come in here or passed by that window at one time or another. Now, if it’s the Tanner’s little girl you’re lookin’ for, she hasn’t been around these parts in a long time. If it’s someone else, than I can’t help you cause that’s who she looks like to me.” She put on her so there face, turned around and went back toward the kitchen. “Since you didn’t say so you’re gonna get biscuits…made ‘em myself and they’re darn good.”
Parker shrugged then went back to her task of rolling silverware in napkins for the lunch crowd. Once she served the stranger his meal, Dolly called from the kitchen. “Rose, I have that order ready to be delivered.”
“Okay,” Parker said. She was glad that her back was to the man and he didn’t see her look of surprise. She went to the pass-thru and Dolly handed her a white bag.
“Now you make sure he pays you. He’s gonna tell you I said he can have credit, but that ain’t how it works.”
Parker laughed. “Ok boss,” she said. “Be back in a few.” She left the restaurant and when she was out of sight, looked at the bag. In small letters Dolly wrote, I figured you needed time to take care of your friend. If I don’t see you again, I want you to know you’re the best waitress I ever had. She smiled. “Don’t worry Dolly, I won’t leave you with that creep too long.”
Within minutes, Parker opened the front door of the boarding house and saw Sophie sitting in the front room. “Sophie, get your things together now,” she said emphatically. “There’s a guy at Dolly’s looking for you.”
Sophie stood and walked rapidly toward Parker. “I thought you said they would wait for me to show up at the funeral.”
“There must be more than one. This guy is probably a lackey and not the main investigator. Good thing we packed everything into the car last night.” Parker slid her hand in her pocket and fished out her car keys. “Here,” she said foisting the keys toward Sophie. “Take the car and park in the high school parking lot. Make sure you park in the middle of all the other cars so you’ll be less noticeable. As soon as I am certain it’s safe, I’ll come get you.”
Sophie took the keys and gave Parker a weak smile while piercing her with blue eyes. “It’s nice to have someone helping me…thanks.”
Out of her comfort zone, Parker looked away and mumbled, “I gotta get back…I don’t want to leave Dolly with that guy too long.” She gave Sophie a quick pat on the back and said, “Be careful,” before she left.
Sophie said, “You too,” as she followed the woman out of the boarding house.
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Parker walked past the window of Good Eats and couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw Dolly sitting with the stranger. They were apparently engaged in a conversation and that made her uneasy. Shit, what’s she saying to him? When Dolly saw her, she smiled and winked.
“Well I see Rose is back,” Dolly said as she saw the front door open. “Did he pay you?” she asked.
“Yep…but no tip.”
Dolly laughed and said, “Sounds typical.” She nodded at the stranger. “Sean here tells me he is looking for the girl in the picture so she can be reunited with her family.”
With her most sincere look, Parker said, “Good luck. I can’t imagine what it would be like not to have your family around.”
“Good lord, look at the time,” Dolly said as she got up. “It’s almost time for the lunch crowd.” She smiled down at the man. “Sean,” she said extending her hand, “I hope you find her.”
The man’s face softened and Parker could tell the man was clearly smitten with her boss. Way to go Dolly.
“Can you tell me where a motel is?” he asked still smiling at the older woman.
“Well, about all we have is
Ginny’s, but no one is there…they all left last night for
“All the boarders went?”
Dolly laughed. “No, her only
boarder, Dale Gordon is in
The man scrunched up his face. “I see.”
Parker spoke up and said, “You want some more coffee or anything?”
“Huh,” he said noticing Parker for what seemed like the first time. “Yeah, sure coffees good,” he said.
Parker delivered the coffee and when she saw him take out his phone she began wiping off the adjacent table so she could listen to the man’s conversation.
Sean took the coffee, added sugar and muttered, “Shit what a waste of time this was.” He picked up his cell phone and made a call. “Hey, the bitch must have lied to us ‘cause she’s not here.” He listened for a moment. “Yeah, yeah I know, but so far no one around here seems to know her. I’m going to go check the aunt’s house, but the old lady left last night to go up there for the funeral.” He dabbed perspiration from his forehead with his napkin. “If she was here she probably went with the aunt back up there. Okay, I’ll meet you in the usual place.” He paused then added, “And Shamus…” He looked at the silent phone and said, “Asshole!”
Shamus, who in the hell is that? Well it’s a relief to know he’s going to leave at least that way Dolly and Ginny will be safe. She asked, “Anything else I can get ya?” When he shook his head, she smiled casually and went back to setting up tables.
Parker knew that no matter how
convincing Dolly was, a good detective would check things out. When the man
left and got in his car, she hugged Dolly and said, “I’ll be back some day
that’s a promise.” She left and hurried down a back alley until she was at the
back of the boarding house. Sure enough, the man’s black SUV was in the
driveway and she saw him knocking on the door. I’d go in and take a look around she thought as the man tried the
doorknob. The door was unlocked - Ginny always left it that way. She watched
the man go inside and she patted her pockets. Shit, why didn’t I think to keep a tracking device with me? Damn it! Once
she saw the man leave the house and back out of the driveway, she changed her
position. She watched as the man’s vehicle head out of town toward
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Since neither woman had eaten, they decided after driving an hour to stop at a small restaurant
“The food here certainly doesn’t compare with Dolly’s,” Sophie said with a yawn as they left.
Parker looked at the woman with her. “I bet you didn’t get much sleep last night,” she said with genuine concern. “Once we get back in the car why don’t you try and close your eyes for a little while.”
Sophie nodded. “I don’t know if I can sleep. I’m too wound up right now.” After they drove for a half hour Sophie asked, “Where are we going?”
“Some place safe.” Parker looked at Sophie and gave her a smile. “I don’t think they will find us there.” She shrugged. “At least until the provisions of your grandmother’s will are met.
Darkness rapidly closed around them and the only light seen on the roadway was the illumination of the car’s headlights. For most of the four-hour journey, Sophie did as Parker suggested and slept waking only when they stopped for gas. When Parker steered the vehicle onto a dirt road she lifted her head. “Where are we?” she asked.
“It’s my parent’s farm.” Parker switched off the headlights and navigated by years of memory.
“Why are you doing that?”
“It’s too late to go to the house.”
“Late, it’s barely eight.”
Parker smiled. “Farm folk get up early and go to bed earlier. If I leave the lights on, they will shine directly into my parent’s room. We can spend the night in the barn.”
“The barn? I can’t spend the night in a barn. How will I go to the bathroom and where will we sleep?”
“You’ll see,” Parker said as she coasted the car to a stop. “I’ll get the doors.”
Once they were inside the barn Parker said. “Here it is my home away from home.” She laughed. “Many a night I would end up in here when I came home too late or had too much to drink.”
“Where will we sleep?”
Parker’s eyes drifted to the hayloft. “Up there.”
Sophie gulped. “With all the mice and bugs?”
“Nooo, that’s what barn cats are for.” Parker took Sophie’s hand. “Come on you’ll love it.”
Surprised that the hayloft was nothing like she imagined, Sophie let out a sigh. “I’ve always heard that sleeping on hay was comfortable…guess I’m going to find out first hand.”
“Yep.” Parker spread out a double sleeping bag and two pillows that were stored in a large container.
“You were serious! You have been here before,” Sophie said as she crawled inside the sleeping bag. Once Parker slid in next to her, Sophie closed her eyes, only to have them open wide. “What was that?”
Parker laughed and put her arm around Sophie. “It is just an owl.” She pulled the woman closer. “Go to sleep, I promise I won’t let any of the barn beasties harm you.” In no time, she heard soft snoring sounds and relaxed her arm slightly. “I won’t let anything happen to you Sophie,” she whispered. Her mind focused on Olivia and the fact she hadn’t gotten back to her. I know she hates me…probably just said she’d help to get rid of me. Her eyes fluttered. I’ll figure that all out tomorrow when… Within seconds, she was fast asleep.
Chapter 7
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With her gaze fixed on the perfectly organized dinner table, Amelia applauded herself that she could handle the preparations and all that went with her first actual dinner party. Teal and Phil would be arriving at any moment, which caused a frown as she peered at the clock wondering if Olivia would make it. Their conversation had bordered on surreal when they discussed it a week earlier…
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“I’ve invited Teal and Phil over for dinner this Saturday, will you join us?” Amelia was hoping that Olivia would say yes. It isn’t that I’m afraid of having dinner alone with the other two women, after all Teal is a great friend. However, having Olivia there always makes me feel more confident. I thought I’d gone past the need of another’s support to get me through a situation.
Glancing up from the magazine she was reading, Olivia shook her head. “Sorry you’re the one making amends not me.”
Amelia’s lips curled and her stomach churned at the distasteful, but true comment. “I don’t think that it will be a topic of discussion all night. Besides, you’re not working on a major case now…unless of course, you have a date. Ah, that’s it, you’ll be on another date.” Acid dripped from her tongue - she was jealous. It was a foreign emotion for her, but when she analyzed her thoughts, nothing else made sense. Bottom line, I don’t want to lose the close friendship I have with Olivia. If someone comes into the mix, it will make our relationship untenable.
Olivia placed the motorcycle magazine on the coffee table and gave her full attention to her friend. Then, with a twinkle in her eye, she replied, “You think I’m going out on a date again? My, anyone would think you were jealous. As it happens, I’m not. I’ve tentatively arranged to have dinner with David when he returns from vacation. He muttered that it would be around that time. However, if it’s so important to you, I will reschedule. Besides, I’m interested in what you’re going to say to Phil on the subject.”
Amelia heaved a silent sigh of relief. Oh David, well that is a different matter. The captain of police was a long time friend of Olivia’s family and he considered Olivia the sister he never had. “It really isn’t a big deal. Teal and I have spoken about it and I’ve apologized.”
“Oh, you apologized and now everything in the garden is rosy. Wow, I knew shrinks could weasel out of conversations with ease, but I never had you down for the type to use that tactic. Figures I guess…the true colors always come forth eventually.” Olivia shook her head and reached for her magazine.
Amelia, with an agility that surprised Olivia, sprang out of her chair and stood immediately in front of her. “For the record, I didn’t and don’t weasel out of anything. I’m hurt that you think that I’m like that. Why is it that you never asked me that question? You just went along with my wishes and didn’t say a damn thing. Why was that Olivia? Am I just a nuisance factor to you and my feelings and thoughts don’t matter?” For some weeks now, it had irked her that Olivia hadn’t bothered to ask her why she’d taken the stance she had. Sometimes I feel like I’m invisible to her and nothing I say or do matters. Maybe if she had talked to me about it I might not have…goodness what am I saying this isn’t any of her fault
This time Olivia, with cobra like ease, stood up from her seated position towering over Amelia. They were so close that they could hear and feel the other’s breath. “Yes, I thought you made a bad call. Teal is, your friend and what made her happy should have been enough for you. As for why I never talked to you about it…” A heavy lidded look came over Olivia’s eyes as they searched out Amelia’s chocolate brown ones. “…I’m your friend and we have different views on what we do with our lives and what we believe. I’m the last person on earth to judge another in that respect.”
The quiet, serious words fluttered into Amelia’s ears. It was like a faint wind in the air as Olivia’s breath fanned one side of her face. A tremor ran through her body and she felt mesmerized by close proximity of her friend. In a shaky voice, she quietly replied, “I let my old life dictate my new one. I’ll be forever sorry that I didn’t have the courage to break away from those traditional views.”
Olivia saw the tears well up in
Amelia’s eyes. It was her downfall and she knew that it always would be. It was
like a door sliding shut on one way of life and opening onto another. Somewhere in-between I’m lost and this woman
is the path toward my future. For a split second, she resisted the
temptation to kiss her on the lips, before pulling Amelia into her arms for a
hug. She kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I’m here Amelia. I always
will be. Just remember that whatever you want breaking I’m the woman to call, o
Olivia made her feel secure and warm along with several other emotions she wasn’t able to understand, but it didn’t matter. Right now, she was happy, elated even and Olivia held the key to that. “You’ll make it for the dinner?”
With a reluctance that she felt deep within her core, Olivia released Amelia and with her finger traced the tears of her friend down her cheek. “I wouldn’t miss it. Now, go dry those tears. Don’t you know that the streaked look went out years ago?”
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The beep of an alarm on the centre console drew her attention from her musing to the event at hand. That must be Teal and Phil. Then a buzzing of the intercom to the building had her quickly reaching the center console and checking their identity. With a smile, she reset the alarm and opened the inner door for them to enter. As she walked the short distance from the console to the entrance to greet her guests, she heard the familiar click of the mechanism. “Phil, Teal thanks for coming. I’m afraid Olivia hasn’t shown yet, but she promised so she’ll arrive anytime now I suspect. She loves making an entrance.” Amelia said rapidly. Her nerves at meeting Phil again almost made her feel incoherent. When did I become so ill at ease with people I call friends.
Teal giggled as she removed her outer coat and hugged Amelia tightly. She whispered, “Its okay babe, Phil doesn’t bite, at least …”
Amelia’s nervousness disappeared with Teal’s rejoinder. “Come inside you’ve never been here have you Teal? You’ll love it. I’ll give you the grand tour and if Olivia isn’t back then we’ll start without her.”
Phil grinned as she handed Amelia flowers. “Yep it’s some place alright. I helped her design it and build the shell. I can see she’s added things over the years.”
“Thanks Phil. It’s really good to see you again.” She knew the comment was lame but it was true. I’m ashamed of my behavior regarding their romance.
Phil’s eyes gentled and crinkled at the corners as she smiled widely. “Same here Amelia. Oh, we have something else for you.” She handed Amelia a small brightly wrapped present.
With wide eyes, Amelia stripped off the wrapping and opened the box. Inside was a large piece of cake. “Is this from the ceremony?” she asked quietly.
Teal watched the emotions run over her friend’s face and smiled. We did the right thing she thought as she listened to her partner say, “Yes it is. Teal made sure we saved a piece for you. She figured you’d hate to miss out on such a treat.”
Tears threatened to flow. Amelia, who was at a lost for words, smiled her appreciation instead. “I’m so sorry Phil…really I am. I was such a fool and I wish with all my heart that you remain as happy as you are now for the rest of your lives together.”
“Let’s go and take the tour. I’ve been fascinated by this place ever since you raved about it,” Teal said. She gave a bright grin and winked at Phil, before taking Amelia’s arm as they toured the warehouse conversion.
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Olivia sat in the jeep contemplating her next move. With a cursory glance at the dashboard clock, she cursed under her breath. “Damn she’s going to kill me.” The dinner party was due to start in the next half hour and there was no way she’d make it back. Maybe for dessert.
Retrieving a folder from the
passenger seat, she flicked it open and studied the contents. It didn’t make
very nice reading, Camille Peterson had been tortured by someone who knew their
trade. It will be next to impossible to
track whoever did this. The details she’d gleaned from the police along
with her scouting the Peterson apartment were sparse. Fortunately, David was
back in the office and he’d agreed to her visiting the crime scene. He had
given up his last couple of days of vacation to take over the case. After her
initial discussion with David, she’d gone off and made her own brand of
enquiries by using contacts that the police couldn’t use. All leads were dead
ends until the last one a couple of hours earlier. That led her to a fleabag
hotel thirty miles south of
Her gut was telling her that this
wasn’t an ordinary hit. It smacked of big financial backing that bought the
best. The family Parker mentioned certainly had the money. Even the best have a record somewhere and I know just who to ask. Her
fingers quickly dialed a contact at the DOCO, a covert organization she’d spent
five years working full time for before she met Max. Now they had a mutual pact;
if she needed them, she called, if they needed her special brand of skills,
they called her. It was going to get her killed one day but she knew everyone
has to die sometime. A few minutes later, she had a name -Shamus O’Donnell. The
man was Irish born, trained by the IRA as an assassin and among the five best
in the world. Numerous countries wanted him, but he hadn’t dirtied his hands on
“Parker you’ve hit a sack of shit and if you’re not careful you’ll become another notch in his belt. I’m not sure that even I can help you on this one,”
As she sat in her Jeep and went over the notes in the folder, her mind tumbled over events of the past. It was a chaotic time that led her to the lasting hatred she felt for the woman who was her first love.
*
We shared so many good times at the police academy and had similar dreams. God she was such a tease I’m surprised she chose me, but she did and a year later, we ended up lovers. That was until that fateful day that turned both our lives upside down. My brother’s death set events in motion of vengeance and pride, which led to me gunning down the DA responsible. The only person I trusted with my living hell had been Parker. What did she do with my lover’s confession? She sold me down the river to the authorities, claiming it was for my own good, and to save me! It was so easy to hate her rather than admit I was at fault. In fact, Parker, though I’ll never admit it to her, set me on a path that led me to this moment and the people I share my life with now. In my own way, I forgave her a long time ago. However, I’m never going to give her the satisfaction of hearing those words. Until Max and Amelia, in particular Amelia, entered my life, I distrusted every single person on the planet, even old friends, for a long time because of her.
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“Here I am thinking about trust and at this very moment, I’m letting the only person I truly do trust down. Nothing I can do with this case now and it’s time I get home. I wonder what’s on the menu for dessert.” Throwing the folder onto the passenger seat, she switched on the engine and the Jeep roared into action. She sped away from the seedy motel parking lot to a much brighter and happier part of town.
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Amelia laughed at a very amusing story Phil was telling about a trip they’d made on their vacation. Teal, for her part, was embarrassed as it was all about her and a goat.
With a groan, Teal squealed, “Enough! Wasn’t it bad enough the damn goat nearly bowled me over and gored me.” Her eye tracked to Phil whose eyes were brimming with merriment as she recalled the memory.
From her vantage point at the head of the table, Amelia saw the sparkle of love and happiness spark between them and her thoughts and eyes drifted to the empty dinner place at the table. There had better be a good reason for you being late. Why haven’t you called to let me know why you’ve stood me up Olivia?
Teal saw the subtle shake of Amelia’s head and the direction of her gaze. “She can take care of herself Amelia, you don’t need to worry,” Teal softly said.
“Yes I know, but she promised. A phone call would have been better than this…this waiting. It’s almost eight-forty-five and I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving.” Amelia stood up and walked toward the kitchen stairs.
“Need any help?” they both asked in unison.”
With a weak smile, she shook her head. “I’ll be back in a moment with the first course.”
Teal watched her friend mount the stairs and although she was putting on a brave face, she knew that Olivia’s non-appearance had upset Amelia. She had always found their interaction from that first day interesting. Now, after they had shared the same home for almost a year, it wasn’t getting any weaker, especially from Amelia’s point of view. I think she might be too dependent on Olivia now - that’s dangerous.
“Penny for them, love?” Phil asked as she reached across the table to interlace their fingers.
With a tender smile, Teal replied, “I think the both of them are in deep waters Phil and something has to give or they will both drown.”
With a frown Phil asked, “I don’t know what you mean by deep waters.”
“Trust me, when Olivia arrives you’ll see for yourself.” Teal grinned as the door to the kitchen opened and Amelia headed down the stairs with a fully laden tray of food.
With a swift glance toward the oncoming Amelia, Phil whispered, “You think she’s going to turn up?”
“Oh yeah. If she promised Amelia she’d be here, even if it’s only in time for coffee, she’ll make it happen.” Teal turned her attention to the wonderful aroma of their first course. “That looks and smells wonderful Amelia?”
A beep from the security console in the centre of the building, indicated someone or thing had entered the security barrier. Seconds later, the doors opened and the purring of a slow moving vehicle entered the premises.
“I can’t believe it. What does she do…smell the food as it’s arriving on the plate.” Amelia sighed though the thought of Olivia arriving made her feel giddy inside, as she set the tray down and waited for their wandering friend to appear.
Moments later, Olivia popped her head around the dining room door. “I know I’m real late. I had a case thrust on me sorry.” Her eyes briefly showing apology to Teal and Phil before capturing Amelia’s for a long serious glance the curve of her lips tugging into a small smile. “The food looks great and what a magnificent table arrangement. Give me ten minutes to shower and I’ll be with you I promise.”
“Go…don’t be surprised if we don’t leave you any of the first courses.” Amelia felt the depression she’d been sinking into drift away. In its place, a light-hearted energy enveloped her.
With a wink, Olivia shut the dining room door and disappeared.
Teal looked across at Phil and grinned as her eyes filled with the words, told you so.
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After the meal was over, they moved into the lounge with coffee. The sparse furniture proved to be a problem as there was only one two-seater sofa and an armchair.
Teal grinned as Amelia looked perplexed. “Phil and I will share the armchair.”
Olivia quickly interceded. “You’re guests, you take the sofa. Amelia can have the floor.”
Amelia moved nodded then giggled. “I love sitting on the floor…call it a nun thing. Please take the sofa and I’ll fetch the coffee.”
Several minutes later, Amelia re-entered the room and a smile tugged at her lips when she heard the three laughing. This dinner party giving isn’t as hard as I thought it would be. Maybe we can make it a more regular occurrence. “Coffee as promised and I know of at least two people who have a sweet tooth,” she said looking at tray laden with small chocolate wafers.
Olivia grinned and waved for Amelia to sit. “I’ll pour. You’ve done quite enough for today.” Her ice blue eyes held Amelia’s for a few moments then with a wink motioned for her to sit beside the armchair. It was an unconscious gesture because it was something they often did when they shared the room together. “Thank you Amelia for a marvelous dinner it will keep me in good stead for my trip tomorrow.”
Eyelids opened and closed rapidly as Amelia asked quietly, “You’re going away? Where? Is it a case? Do you need my help?” She collapsed on the floor next to the armchair and waited while Olivia poured the coffee before she sat down.
Olivia grinned at Teal and Phil. “Always twenty questions isn’t it Teal.”
Teal smiled as she nestled closer to Phil. “Yes, twenty questions, but I have to admit I’m fascinated too…I wasn’t aware of a new case.”
Olivia passed Amelia a coffee and gave her a reassuring smile as she retook her seat and bit into a chocolate wafer. She tried to decide how much she could say without alarming not only Amelia, but the others as well.
“Is it the Shrek case?” Amelia asked as she moved closer to Olivia’s legs and rested naturally against them as she sipped her coffee.
“Wow, a Shrek case? Are we going after animated ogres now?” Teal giggled as she snagged a wafer from the plate.
With a long-suffering expression, Olivia rolled her eyes in Phil’s direction. “You see what I have to put up with.”
Phil chuckled. “Sure, but you love it, right Olivia?” Her eyes traveled to the easy closeness of Amelia in Olivia’s personal space.
The warmth of Amelia’s back against her pant legs made Olivia aware that they did this usually when they were alone and the others in the room might misconstrue the gesture. What the hell, who cares, we’re friend’s nothing more. “Yep, wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Well is that a yes or no?” Teal asked again with a snicker.
Olivia sipped her coffee. “If you call a murderer an ogre, then sure.”
Amelia whispered, “I call that an ogre. How long will you be gone?”
The words hovered between them. Without thought for what the others would think, Olivia touched Amelia’s cheek. “I’ll be back before you know it. It’s just another case Amelia and yes, before you say it, if I need you I’ll call.”
“Thank you. Hey, we’ve gone all quiet. Come on who knows a good joke,” Amelia felt the knots in her stomach ease a little at her choice of words. Then turned her attention back to their guests, trying to revive the sagging atmosphere. Olivia’s news isn’t going to stop us from enjoying the rest of the evening.
The gentle caress of Olivia’s hands threading her long hair through her fingers on the nape of her neck settled the nerves that always jumbled around inside when Olivia went away. This time it was worse for there was something important Olivia wasn’t saying. One way or another I’m going to find out just who the person is behind the Shrek case.
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An hour later, while Teal and Phil were on the journey home, Teal gave Phil a serious glance. “Do you know what I’m talking about now?”
Phil sighed. “Yep I do. For a homophobe, your friend has one weird way of carrying on. What I don’t get though is Olivia’s actions in all this. I’ve never seen her allow anyone that close to her personal space before.”
“Please Phil, Amelia isn’t a homophobe. Remember she explained, all that religious brain washing over the years. It had to have still made a mark even if she isn’t a nun anymore. Besides, Olivia sleeps with people from time to time. I figure that’s as close as one gets to personal space.” Teal laughed at the absurd comment.
“Not what I meant and you know it. Sleeping with someone for sexual gratification doesn’t necessarily mean that person gets inside. I think Amelia’s inside and Olivia has locked the door behind her.”
“Do you think they love each other?” Teal asked quietly. In her heart, she knew the answer, but didn’t want to voice it for fear of jinxing the possibility.
Phil grinned. “In, their own way yes. As to, if, it’s the way you and I love each other…time will tell my love. All I care about right now is getting my woman home and showing her how much I love her.”
“Sounds like the perfect plan to me.” Teal felt that warm rush through her veins as she relaxed into the love she shared with the woman beside her. I hope one day you and Olivia feel like this Amelia. I’d even pray for it if it wasn’t for the fact you’d think it blasphemous. .
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“What time do you leave?” Amelia asked Olivia quietly as they cleared away some of the debris of the evening meal.
Olivia picked up several items of cutlery and didn’t speak. She finally decided it wouldn’t be worth the aggravation if she continued to ignore the question. “I’m leaving at first light,” she said looking at her wristwatch. “That’s in a little over four hours.”
Amelia gave her friend a long, hard stare. “You need to get some sleep. I know you didn’t come home last night and god only knows if you’ve had any sleep in the last thirty-six hours.”
With a chuckle, Olivia stopped what she was doing. “Always looking out for me huh?”
“If I didn’t who would? Will you go to bed for at least the four hours, please?”
“How do you know I wasn’t going to bed?” The sardonic glance she received made her smile. “Ok, busted. I was going to check some details out on the case first.”
Amelia scratched the back of her head. “Come on, I’ll clear this stuff tomorrow. You and I are going to do some research. That way I’ll be guaranteed that you’ll at least take a nap.”
“You do? How do you work that one out?” Olivia said with a frown.
“Because, you hate me being a back seat driver when you research, stands to reason you’ll send me to bed and if I go you have to go, am I right?” Amelia grinned and walked toward the area that housed all of Olivia’s gadgets.
Belly laughs echoed in the dining room as Olivia, with hands on her hips and a bemused expression, watched her friend leave the room. “My god she knows me better than I know myself.” She quickly following Amelia out of the door and caught up with her. “I have another idea. How about we have another coffee and then I’ll give you the details of the case I’m working on. After that, you go to bed and I go deal with the ogre. Do we have a deal?”
Amelia pursed her lips for a moment. “On one condition?”
“And that is?” Olivia waited.
“I’d rather you made hot chocolate …it makes me sleep better.”
“Makes me sleep better too. Ah, that’s your game is it? Ok hot chocolate it is.” With a grin, Olivia headed for the kitchen stairwell as Amelia went back to the lounge. One way or another they were both getting their own way.
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Olivia opted for using her motorcycle for speed was of the essence. Her call to Parker’s cell had gone un-answered and that had pissed her off. Her radar detector beeped for the second time and she sped up knowing the speed she was doing would only create a blur on the radar. If Parker were still in the town where the Peterson’s aunt lived, it would be the logical first call. And, if she had figured that out with ease, a contract killer of the caliber of O’Donnell would have done the same. He’s probably a step ahead of me. As her bike ate up the miles, Olivia wondered about the background of the hit. Why, would someone want to have the Peterson woman eliminated? The only possible reason to torture her that way was to get the answer to a question.
The cruel bastard didn’t need to cut off her hands and feet or pull out her nails. Other less dramatic tortures would have sufficed. The final decisive deathblow had even made her feel sick - he’d slowly severed her head. Violence has its own means to an end. I know that I’ve practiced enough of it myself. What this sick bastard did made him little more than the bottom of the food chain as far as I’m concerned. If I have the opportunity, I’ll see that his miserable life ends with a few torture tricks that he probably thinks someone like me wouldn’t know. Besides, no one would know except an odd friend or two at DOCO. They would clean up her mess especially as she called them and told them she was working for them on this case. Parker’s money was immaterial. I’ll give it to Amelia for one of her charities.
When a sign popped up in front of her, Waterston 75 miles, she checked her speedometer and grinned. What’s wrong with adding another twenty miles to my speed? “Let it rip baby!” With her head down, she felt one with the bike, as they roared down the highway
Chapter 8
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Something isn’t right but what. Then, with a start, Parker opened her eyes and focused on rafters of the barn. She breathed in the sweet smell of the straw and sighed, “Home.” Suddenly, she realized what wasn’t right – Sophie is gone!
Parker stood up quickly and in a loud whisper said, “Sophie…Sophie where are you?” When no reply came, she scampered down the ladder and took in the barn, her car and the slightly open door. “Sophie,” she called out a bit louder - nothing. Her eyes focused on the back seat of her old car and saw that Sophie’s belongings were gone. “SHIT! Where’d you go?” Sophie is missing and it’s my fault. I should have stayed awake. Damn it! Just then, the door opened wider.
“So, you finally woke up sleepyhead,” Sophie said with a chuckled. “We thought you might sleep the day away.”
Parker fixed her gaze on Sophie before she approached the woman and took her by the shoulders. “Never, ever do that again!”
Puzzled, Sophie said, “What?”
“Leave and not tell me where you are going! The people after you Sophie are real and they are killers…don’t you get that?”
For a long moment brown eyes competed with blue for superiority. “I’m sorry,” Sophie whispered. “I didn’t think.”
“Well you better start thinking,” Parker bit out. She relaxed her hold and sighed. “I thought they found you.”
“The only one that found me was your mother.”
“My mother?”
“Yeah, I woke up and was looking through my things for a change of clothes when she came into the barn. She said she knew you were here and was checking on you.”
“Knew I was here?”
Sophie laughed. “Apparently she always knew when you came home. She said it’s a mother thing.” When she felt Parker release her shoulders and her face soften, she let out a breath. “Anyway, she sent me out here to get you up. Breakfast is almost ready and your brother and his wife are on their way.”
Parker shook her head. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
Sophie furrowed her brow. “For what?”
A reassuring arm went around Sophie’s shoulders as they walked out of the barn. “You’ll see.” As they neared the house, Parker asked, “How long did you and my mom visit?”
“Hmm, oh I’d guess about an hour maybe more.” When Sophie saw the look on Parker’s face, she laughed. “Oh yes, I know all about her Parkie-poo.”
“I always hated that name it reminds me of a poodle mix.”
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Sophie watched as Parker and her mother hugged. I can still remember my mother, she thought as melancholy washed over her. I wonder if she knows how lucky she is. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the door open, but the ear piercing shrill got her attention immediately. When she turned, she saw a very pregnant willowy blonde rushing toward Parker.
“You’ve come back home,” the woman gushed. “I’ve missed you so much.” Then the woman wrapped her arms around Parker’s neck and gave her a long kiss on the lips. When she pulled away, she took Parker’s hand and put it on her swelling abdomen. “We’re having a baby.”
The next person Sophie saw was a behemoth of a man who lifted the two women off the ground. This must be the brother and his wife.
When the man finally lowered the
women, Parker smacked him on the shoulder. “You shouldn’t be squeezing
“Come on everybody find a seat, breakfast is ready,” Ruth Davis said.
Sophie’s eyes bulged when she saw
the amount of food on the table. Do they
eat like this everyday? Sophie wondered as she covertly watched the family
interact. She paid particular attention to the pregnant woman who was sitting
so close to Parker that Sophie thought she might be in her lap.
Once the meal was over, Sophie said, “Would you like some help with the dishes Mrs. Davis.”
“No thank you dear, I have it under control.” The older woman turned to her daughter. “Sophie probably would appreciate a nice warm shower after sleeping in that cold barn. Will you show her where everything is?”
Parker escorted Sophie to what the family laughingly called the suite. “This seems like a strange set up…I mean you basically have two houses together.”
“Years ago my grandparents moved out here and they put on this addition complete with two bedrooms, a living room, bathroom and kitchen.” Parker laughed. “It became known as the suite when for laughs one year my mother turned back the sheets and left chocolate on the pillows.” Parker showed Sophie into the bathroom and opened a closet door. “Everything you’ll need is in here…just help yourself.”
“Thanks, I’ll go get a change of clothes.”
“Why don’t you stay in the back bedroom? That way, if anyone comes after you, they will have to get by me first.” Parker took her cell phone off the holder and saw it flashing.
At the same time Sophie said, “Your sister in-law is very fond of you.”
Parker looked at her phone. 2 missed calls. She looked at the caller ID. Shit, it was Olivia. Distracted she said, “Is she? I hadn’t noticed.”
“Well yeah, I think she’s in love with you,” she said with her blue eyes fixed on Parker.
“You’re crazy! She’s just a touchy feely kind of person. Besides, she’s married to my brother and they’re having a baby.”
Sophie let out a derisive laugh. “Ok, have it your way, but if someone kissed me the way she kissed you it would have definitely turned me on.” She shrugged and went into the bathroom and closed the door.
Hmm, a kiss is all it would take. I’ll have to remember that when this is all over. Parker laughed. “No way,” she said to the closing door. She touched her lips then shook her head as she remembered the morning so far. No, she’s not in love with me…is she? “I haven’t time to think about this now,” she said as she dialed Olivia’s number. She heard the no nonsense clipped voice of Olivia. You’ve reached When Heaven Meets Hell and the desk of Olivia Santos. If you leave your name and number, I’ll get back with you shortly. “O, this is Parker returning your call. I’ll have my phone with me all day.”
Chapter 9
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The motorcycle came into the town
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Olivia sat in a booth waiting for the coffee she ordered. Her eyes barely registered the interior of the building as she reached inside her jacket for her cell phone. Before she had time to dial, the woman who greeted her headed her way.
“Looks like you’ve had a rough one,” Dolly said as she placed the coffee carafe on the table along with the menu. “I’ll just leave this here for you. Let me know when you’re ready to order.”
When Dolly didn’t move away, Olivia glared. What does she want…a tip already? With a look of irritation, Olivia glanced at the woman and sarcastically replied, “Looks like you’ve had a rough one too.” She placed her attention back to her original goal of calling Parker for the third time.
“Yeah, I lost my help yesterday.” Dolly just shook her head at the woman and left for the kitchen. I sure could use Rose’s help about now. When she got to the kitchen, she looked at the woman via the pass-thru. I wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of that one.
Olivia ground her teeth, which was an irritating habit that she knew annoyed Amelia. A habit she did when she was tired and exasperated with things in general. At the thought of Amelia, a brief smile tugged at her lips as she waited for the call to connect.
Parker listened to the sound of the shower stopping and felt her phone vibrated before it rang. It was Olivia’s number. “Hello.” She needed to speak with Olivia, but at the same time didn’t want Sophie to overhear the conversation. Until I have all the information, it is best if she is out of the loop.
“It’s me, where have you been? No don’t answer that I can find you if I need to.” Olivia quietly, but resolutely informed her old lover. “Bottom line Parker, is you’re up to your eyeballs in shit, big time
After blowing out a breath, Parker replied, “Yeah, I figured that one out all on my own.” Her eyes shifted toward the bathroom door and watched as a towel clad Sophie stepped out. “What have you discovered? Was she murdered,” she whispered.
Olivia hesitated for a few moments before she replied. “Yes. Tortured too, you might want to keep that from the girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend, where the hell did that come from?” Parker hissed.
“Look, the facts speak for themselves. Sophie Durant’s picture is all over the Peterson woman’s place…many are of them together. I call that a little more than childhood friends don’t you. Anyway, you’re diverting the conversation from the real problem, which is why you’re in the mess you’re in and what to do next.”
“I knew they were lovers,” Parker admitted. She watched Sophie’s bedroom door open. “This is very complicated.” When Sophie went back into the bathroom she added, “The stepmother wants Sophie dead so she can get her hands on her money. She has to stay safe for two more months.”
Olivia frowned. “Makes more sense out of why someone is paying heavily for a hit and eliminating anything that comes in their path. Two months can be a lifetime if we don’t get proof quickly. Does she have any solid evidence that the cops will accept?”
The whirring of the hairdryer allowed Parker to speak more freely. “She has nothing that can be solidly tied the stepmother. I’ve tracked her over the last six months…” Silence came from the bathroom. “Listen, I can’t talk much longer. I’d rather not let her hear the conversation until we have a plan set in motion. There was nothing that the stepmother said specifically to me that said to kill her. I always had the gut feeling that is what she intended.”
“How the hell did you let yourself get in this situation Parker?” When she didn’t hear a reply she said, “You have a plan?” Olivia scoffed shaking her head at the words. God help us.
“I got into the situation because I need to pay for my office help, rent and I do need to eat occasionally,” Parker said angrily. “Damn it Olivia, if I had a workable plan I certainly never would have called you! Can you ever get past our history?”
“My god at last you’ve said something with a ring of truth in it. As to the past, that’s dead and buried. I’m not sure R.I.P was on the headstone, but I’m here talking to you aren’t I? With the aim, I might add, of keeping your sorry ass alive, so give up on the sanctimonious crap will you Parker. You and I need to talk seriously. How feasible is a face to face?” Olivia scratched her forehead and frowned when she saw the waitress coming in her direction.
“You ready to order,” Dolly asked as she passed by Olivia’s table.
When Sophie turned off the hair dryer, she heard Parker’s voice angrily speaking to someone. Should I open the door and interrupt the conversation she’s having and risk getting involved in whatever dispute she’s having or…should I stay put? She put her ear to the door as she did many times as a child when her grandmother spoke with her father. Who is she talking to?
When Parker heard the hair dryer go off she kept her eyes on the door. She wasn’t ready for Sophie to be part of her conversation with Olivia. From the phone she heard Olivia talking to someone whose voice she recognized it, but wasn’t certain from where. “Yeah, we can meet,” she said with quiet resignation. “Right now my goal is to keep Sophie safe.”
Usually multitasking was one of her strong suites, but now, having two running conversations, was next to impossible. I’m too god-damn tired for this. Olivia gave her attention to the woman waiting to take her order. “Hash browns, scrambled eggs and a side of mushrooms.” She turned her attention back to Parker and completely ignored the older woman still standing by her table. “I’m in this place called Waterston and we can meet here at the diner.” What the hell is the name of this place. Her glance returned to the woman who was giving her an impatient look. “What’s the name of this place?”
“Good Eats,” Dolly said proudly. “I’ll get your order going as soon as I tend to the man over there.”
Olivia nodded, “I’m in a place called Good Eats. Will that pose you a problem? When can you get here?”
“I can’t believe it!” Parker exclaimed. “Let me speak with the woman who took your order.”
“Why?”
“Dammit O, for once just do what I ask.”
Olivia looked at the woman who was coming back by her table. “You’re going to think this is strange, but my…friend needs directions to this place.” She held up her phone. “Please.”
Tentatively, Dolly took the small phone. “Hello.”
“Dolly it is so good to hear your voice this is Parker.”
Dolly’s eye widened. “Parker is that really you?” she said loudly.
“Yes, it’s important that you keep your voice down. I need your help.”
“Sure, anything.”
“That man that was in there the other day looking for Sophie, have you seen him again?”
“Yes, he’s here now,” Dolly whispered. Her eyes darted to the man, who was now giving Olivia’s booth the once-over.
Parker blew out a breath. “The woman who gave you the phone can be trusted Dolly…she’s one of the good guys. If she needs any help with information, please tell her everything you know. I’ll see you soon Dolly and thanks. I need to speak with my friend now.”
Dolly loudly said, “We’re right in the middle of town you can’t miss us.” She passed the phone back to the dark brooding woman, whose eyes were now staring at the man who instigated her Rose’s sudden departure. “Here you go I’ve given the directions. I’ll be back with your meal.”
“Ok, what now Parker? For the record, I think they made you in this town.” Olivia continued to scan the booth opposite her although the man had turned away from her concentrated gaze.
“I can guarantee that no one made me Olivia,” Parker said feeling her irritation with Olivia escalate. Why did I ever think we could work together again? “The only reason Dolly knows me is that I worked there! I’m not inept and I resent your implications that I am.”
Olivia felt a rising anger of her own to match the one she heard in Parker’s tone. “I’m going to ask this once and once only…got me Parker?”
Exasperated by the conversation and regretting ever calling Olivia, Parker blew out a long breath. “Ask away,” she said tersely.
“Are you romantically involved with the woman you’re protecting? And don’t give me that crap about you’re not sleeping with her, just tell me if you have feelings more than the norm for our type of work?” Olivia replied quietly.
“I learned a long time ago not to let my heart rule my judgment O, you more than anyone else should know that.” She sat on the couch and put her feet up on a table. “All I want to do is keep her safe and end up with enough money for my efforts to pay the bills.”
“Then you’ve changed Parker. The woman I once knew always put the heart first it was the quality I lov…. Ok, but remember this piece of advice and trust me it comes from one who knows. When your mind is involved in that way Parker you do things you never would have imagined possible and I don’t need to spell it out for you, do I. If you’re honest with yourself, you’ll know I’m telling you the truth and once you do that, I can do my job.” Olivia’s thoughts turned to an image she had of Parker - not the women that betrayed her, but the young woman she’d fallen for in the beginning.
After digesting the words, Parker let her eyes wonder to the bathroom. Am I interested in her sexually? No, my head is squarely on the job. “I’ll say it again so you will have no doubts O. I am not interested in Sophie Durant sexually or any other way. Right now, she is vulnerable and I would be a real shit to take advantage of her. All I want to do is keep her safe. I won’t let anything or anyone get in the way of that.”
From the bits and pieces Sophie could make out, she could tell that whomever Parker was speaking with was annoying her, which meant they had a history. What to do, what to do? Should I stay put…no I’ll open the door and go into my bedroom. With that, she opened the bathroom door and without looking toward Parker went to her room.
Olivia smiled tightly. “How much do you still trust me Parker?”
Parker watched as Sophie went into her room and closed the door. I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe. “That has never been an issue for me…I never stopped trusting you O.”
Olivia sighed silently. Well that’s something anyway. “I’m taking charge of this situation…all of it. All I need you to do is stick to Ms. Durant like glue…she doesn’t breathe unless you can hear it got me?”
Parker’s back went rigid at the words. “I need your help,” she confessed. “But, this is my case. We will work it together.”
“And, we will. I can’t protect Ms. Durant, but I can find the person who killed her friend and when I do, I’ll ensure we get the confession of the stepmother’s involvement. But, if you’d rather I baby-sit the woman and you do, the dirty work, go for it. Fire away boss?” she spit out sarcastically. Then she added, “Are you afraid I’ll make a play for her or take the money? As we both know Parker, I’m not like you…I don’t have a heart. I sold mine to the devil years ago.”
Parker ignored the comeback. “We both know that rehashing the past won’t accomplish anything so let’s not go there ok?” Parker said softly. “Dolly told me the man that was looking for Sophie two days ago is sitting in the restaurant right now.” A chill ran up her spine as she realized that Olivia could be in danger. “From what you told me about what happened to Camille I think we can assume he’s dangerous.” She swiped her hand across her face. “I…please be careful…I don’t want you getting hurt.”
For the first time, Olivia smiled properly as her white teeth gleamed against her olive skin. That’s real funny Parker, funny. Now, I know you don’t know me at all. A good thing because I don’t think you’d like the road I’ve traveled. “I’ll do that. Believe it or not, Parker, I do prefer being alive at the end of the case and not planted six feet under. After I take care of this guy, we’ll meet here and discuss the next move. That’ll give you time to come up with a plan… you always were better at plans than me.”
Parker felt her shoulders relax. It is just like old times…she felt a chuckle wanting to break loose. You always wanted to take the led when it came to danger and go headlong in without a thought of what might happen. “Listen, why don’t you come here, that way you can meet with Sophie.” She paused then added, “I’m assuming that the guy there has a partner and knows where he is. I think meeting in Waterston is a bad idea.”
A frown filtered over Olivia’s features. It’s been a while, but it will be good to see Parker’s folks again, can I do that and not get involved once more. “I’ll take care of this guy and see you at your folks place this evening. I take it the barn is still habitable for the night?”
With a crease of the brow, Parker asked, “How do you know I’m there?”
A chuckle passed her lips as Olivia, with a smile, shook her head. “Predictability my dear Parker, for you always did run home to mom and dad when there was no one else to turn to. Happened all the time when we fought - it was the perfect hideaway.”
All Parker could do was laugh. It feels good to have her on my side again. “To answer your question, the barn is still habitable, but why not come to the house…I’ll wait up for you.”
“Sounds like a plan to me, I’ll see you later,” Olivia replied quietly.
“I’ll be waiting,” Parker said before adding, “O, thanks I…”
Olivia cut her off. “Yeah, well I’m in it for the money. Just remember that and we’ll both do just fine. My meal is getting cold I’ll see you tonight.”
Parker felt her mind and body go cold with Olivia’s rejoinder. Guess I read her wrong. “Yeah, see you later.”
Olivia was about to end the conversation abruptly, but decided in a split second that would be a bad call. “Yeah, bye.” Then hit the end button and held the silent device in her hand. Until that moment, she hadn’t realized that her heart had been thumping at a tremendous rate. God I hope I don’t regret meeting her again…especially at her folks place. There are too many happy memories to stir up and neither of us needs that in our lives now.
Confused, Parker tried to make sense of the conversation, but mostly of Olivia’s reaction. It was almost as if we never parted. Just then, the door to Sophie’s bedroom opened. Her eyes fixed on the woman and she smiled. “Hi. I’ve just spoken with the person who is going to bring to justice the people who murdered your friend and are trying to murder you. She should be here tonight.”
Chapter 10
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Sophie stood by the couch with her hands on her hips. “What’s the name of this savior?” She watched as Parker patted the cushion next to her. “First tell me what I want to know.”
Not only were Parker’s emotions raw, but from the time she first heard Olivia’s voice the night before they seemed to be all over the place. I can’t believe she still has a hold over me. “Please Sophie, will you sit down with me so we can talk.”
“Is it that bad?” Sophie asked as she sat down.
“Depends on your definition of bad,” Parker said before her eyes captured the woman. “You know it was a little more than forty-eight hours ago that we were sharing a beer at that little bar. I think we were developing a friendship don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Sophie sighed. “It seems like a lifetime ago doesn’t it?”
Parker nodded. “Will you tell me about Camille and your friendship with her?”
“Not until you tell me who is coming to save me and why.”
How
much do I tell her? “Years ago I worked for the police department in
“How much is this Olivia Santos gonna cost me?”
Parker snorted. “Nothing, I’ll pay her.”
“Why do you have to bring someone else into the mix? You know I’ve done pretty good all by myself over the last ten months.”
“Maybe so, but I did find you in
Sophie wrapped her arms around her bent knees and shivered slightly. “Instead she found Cammie,” she whispered. “Do you know how she died?”
“You loved her?”
“Yes, she was my best friend ever
since grade school. Even when my grandmother insisted I go to a private school
and
“Then why did you end up there?”
“I didn’t think anyone would find me there…it is as simple as that,” Sophie said as she swiped away the tears. “I tired of being on the run and alone. Cammie offered me a place to stay and to be with someone that had the same memories. In the end, all I did was to cause my dear friend’s death,” she whispered.
“If I hadn’t found you would you have stayed with her?”
With watery blue eyes closed, Sophie said, “Only until the year was up. I loved her, but wasn’t in love with her if that makes any sense.”
Not really. How can you live with someone make love to that person and not be committed to her. “Were you lovers?”
Sophie’s eyes opened wide and fixed on Parker. “What does that have to do with anything?” she growled. “Here I am in the middle of nowhere with people I don’t know and my best friend was murdered because of me and you want to know if we were lovers? What kind of question is that?”
The fire in the woman dissipated as fast as it rose and Parker eased her arm around the trembling woman’s shoulders. “I’m sorry I asked you that. I was out of line.”
With her head resting on Parker’s shoulder, Sophie said, “What happened to her?”
With eyes shifting away from the woman, Parker tried to compose her thoughts. How much do I tell her…how much does she need to know? She looked directly at Sophie when she lifted her head. “They tortured her.” Parker watched as Sophie’s eyes filled with horror before tears began to well. “They wanted information from her…”
“Noooo,” Sophie sobbed as her chin fell to her chest. “She deserved better.”
“Yes she did, and it is up to us to make sure no one else is harmed. That is why I called Olivia. She is a master tactician with resources and capabilities that I know will keep you safe.”
“When do I meet her?”
“Tonight.”
Chapter 11
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Dolly confirmed that the man in the booth was the same person Parker mentioned. He is one of two things. A private detective plod like Parker, hired for much the same reasons by the stepmother, but with about fifty percent fewer skills. Or, this is the interesting part and infinitely more informative, he is an associate of the O’Donnell. As she watched the man at his table, she silently decided that O’Donnell had a flaw. If this is the caliber of man he uses for back up, I won’t have any trouble working with that. Everyone has a flaw, even me. Fortunately, for me, mine is a good two hours away in another state safe at home.
As she considered all plausible options open to her, she looked at her watch. It was ten-o-clock Sunday morning and Amelia would be having brunch at home. The picture was so clear that it took her breath away. It made her wonder why she was sitting alone in a town she’d never been in before, helping someone who really wasn’t part of her life anymore, when she could be there sharing some down time with her friend. Friend yeah right, it is becoming harder and harder to ignore the fact that we are close friends. Not of a sexual nature true, but everything else that goes with living together. I figured she’d be gone after a month, now ten months later, I’d be devastated if she left.
“Hey honey, he’s gone. Shouldn’t you be trailing him or something?” Dolly said. Olivia dragged her thoughts to the present and looked at the woman.
“Thanks Dolly, I figured I’d give him a head start.” Yeah right. Crap I almost fell in the same trap as I warned Parker about. I’m daydreaming like a lovesick teenager. I can’t let myself do that again. She quickly selected several bills from her billfold and handed them to Dolly, “I’ll be back another time…the cooking’s great by the way.”
Before Dolly could say another word, Olivia bolted out of the establishment as the older woman peered at the notes in her hand. Her legs nearly gave out on her as she spied two hundred dollar bills. “Oh my, that’s more than I make in a week.”
Olivia wasn’t far behind the man who was loitering in the parking lot. He looked at her as she went toward her bike and sat astride it as if she were moving on. He nonchalantly dismissed her presence and headed to the back of the diner. Olivia swiftly dismounted her bike and sped stealthily, like a lion on the chase of prey, after him. The man didn’t know what hit him when he reached for the handle to the back entrance to the diner. The hand around his neck prevented him from going further until his captor drug him easily to the ground.
“What the fuck!”
Olivia placed a booted foot on his throat. “Could be that you’re fucked! Didn’t your daddy tell you it wasn’t polite to speak to a girl like that, asshole?”
The man felt the downward pressure on his windpipe as the she-devil bore her weight directly on his windpipe. Air was now at a premium as he felt his lungs contracting like a fish out of water. His hands pulled at her booted foot with as much power as he could muster - the boot didn’t move.
“If you answer my questions you might get out of this alive. Who are you and why do you want to know if a certain woman has been in town?” Olivia slowly released the pressure of her boot and watched in primal satisfaction as her prey gulped down much needed his air.
After several moments, the man glared at the tall Latino woman who had outsmarted him. Shamus is going to kill me for my lack of attention. I should have known she was trouble just by looking at her. “What business is it of yours? I don’t have to tell you anything.” The man spat out defiantly and wished he hadn’t when he saw the feral glint in the blue eyes above him.
“Too bad…I wanted you to give O’Donnell a message for me.” Olivia saw a flicker of emotion in the man’s eyes. He’s working for O’Donnell…his damn eyes betrayed him.
“What message?” he croaked out just before she returned pressure to his sore windpipe. Olivia began to flex her toe allowing him a little air before stopping it for longer periods. The man looked at the woman’s face and realized that she enjoyed torturing him. His mind shouted out silently as he saw the expression in her eyes. I’ve seen it before in my cousin’s when he’ killed that girl.
Olivia gave a chilling laugh as she callously replied, “Hmm, I wonder if we want verbal message or will a written notation do.” Her hands went inside her jacket pocket and pulled out a small knife. The blade glistened in the sunlight filtering through the cracks in the wooden fence. “Just out of interest, what are you to him?”
Sean wasn’t like his cousin, for he didn’t enjoy the torturing part of the work. I can’t betray him… I’ll be a dead man for sure. “I never said I knew him…well. He’s my boss and I work for him. I do the legwork that kind of thing. I don’t kill people,” he exclaimed in genuine fear.
“Pity, I was hoping you might be more than a foot soldier. They’re ten a penny therefore he’s not going to miss you is he. Guess that means a notation will do. Ah, it’s the luck of the draw my friend.” Olivia angled the knife ready to strike a blow.
The gurgling sound from the man, squirming under her boot for enough air to speak, made a cruel smile cross Olivia’s face. She released the pressure a little. “My name’s Sean O’Donnell, Shamus is my cousin. I don’t know why he wants to find that woman. I only know that he’ll kill anyone who gets in the way.” Silently he added, even you, you evil bitch.
“Does he know where you are? What have you told him?” Olivia spied an opening for the information they needed.
“He knows I’m in this town, but not
that I located the woman. I told him all the family has gone back to
“You don’t like gay people Sean?” Olivia asked in a neutral tone.
His lips twisted into a grimace. “No, it’s a blasphemy against God. They should all be exterminated like Hitler tried with the Jews.”
“Does your cousin feel the same and is that why he butchered her?” Olivia felt all her control slipping. Any thought of this man leading a normal life after the interrogation was over was nonexistent. If he remains alive is dependent on what answer comes next.
“In his own way, he screwed her first then mutilated the bitch. Said she needed to know what it feels like to have a man inside her before she died.” The man’s blind bigotry incensed Olivia.
Staring up to the heavens, Olivia raised her hand ready to pierce the man’s chest to kill him with one swift mark. But, the face of an angel appeared before her. That was how she always thought of Amelia when she entered her consciousness. She removed her boot and released the man while silently cursing her reformed ways. “Tell Shamus the she-devil’s right behind him so he’d better not kill anymore innocent people.”
The man idiotically thought he could get the upper hand when the Latino woman turned her back on him. He lunged at her with the switchblade he took from his pocket.
Damn what a pity, Olivia thought as she felt the thrust of the blade pierce her leather jacket and lodge in her shoulder. Did he have to do that? This jacket cost me a fortune. With alarming speed, she swung around dislodging the man’s feeble attempt to incapacitate her. “You got your second chance and you wasted it, sorry.” She swiftly wielded her weapon and slit his throat in one exact move. He slid to the ground with a shocked look, as his blood rapidly seeped onto the pavement.
Instincts kicked in, as she considered her next move. Drag the body to a dumpster maybe or… he has a car. Olivia fished in his pocket and retrieved the car keys and minutes later, she moved the car to the back of the building and dumped his body in the trunk. Fortune was on her side as she spied a horse trough several yards away. With a mixture of disgust and satisfaction she washed away the blood on her hands. Then, she dialed her associates within the DOCO to enlist their help in removing the body without anyone knowing it had ever been there.
She took a minute to pop her head in the door of Good Eats. “Dolly, I’m leaving my bike out front is that ok with you?”
“Sure is honey. I’ll keep and eye on it for you.” Dolly smiled then asked, “Did you catch up with Sean?
“Yeah I did…in fact he’s letting me use his car.”
Dolly’s eyes narrowed. That’s odd. I thought she was…oh never mind I have too much work to do to worry about anyone else.
With little more than a mild backward glance, she backed the vehicle out of the parking lot and drove toward the outskirts of town. On her way into town, she’d noticed a wooded area, which would be as good as any to keep a low profile until the clean up team turned up. Ten minutes later, she pulled the car off the road and sent a text of her grid coordinates to the controller.
As Olivia sat in the car, she contemplated what just occurred and berated herself for her actions. That sucked! Damn, I was hoping not to kill anyone just yet. We get some kind of reprieve though. I’m sure the coroner will keep the Peterson woman’s body for autopsy so the funeral won’t be for another three days at least. I think good old Shamus is hoping that Sophie turns up so he can take her down there. That’s the place for me right now, but first I have to see Parker. She shook her head. Now, that’s a nightmare waiting to happen. I know her folks will be glad to see me. I haven’t touched base with them since…since Amelia came to live with me. Wiping a hand over her eyes, she sighed and realized for the first time that she had a wound. For god’s sake that’s all I need…he’s ruined my jacket!
Olivia stepped out of the vehicle, shrugged out of her jacket, and examined the tear in the expensive black leather. Then, as a second thought, she checked the wound on her back as best she could. Damn, I’m going to have to pack that…I’ve no time to stop and let someone stitch it. She used a pack of tissues to stem the flow of blood and after an hour, it seemed to stop. When she noticed two cars approaching, she dragged on her jacket and waited for them to stop. At last, they’re here!
Half an hour after providing all
the details they needed to begin surveillance at the funeral home and the
cemetery in
Chapter 12
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The
“Dig in,” Ed Davis said. He pointed his fork toward his son. “Otherwise, Frank will gobble it all up.”
Frank sputtered his protests then shrugged before he laughed. “It’s mom’s fault, she’s too good a cook.”
“Sophie, where do you live?” Ruth asked.
“My family is in
The less they know about her the better. “Mom, you ready for more company?”
Ruth looked at her daughter and frowned. “Who?” she asked with raised eyebrows.
When the eyes of the older woman landed on her, Sophie wanted to crawl under the table. I thought she liked me.
Parker reached across the table and patted her mother’s hand. “Don’t worry Mom…it’s someone you haven’t seen for a long time - Olivia.”
Sophie watched as the older woman’s face lit up. Hmm, she must know the woman and obviously likes her.
“Oh, Parker, that is wonderful news...we haven’t seen her in such a long time.” Ruth felt her cheeks grow rosy. I hope Olivia doesn’t let the cat out of the bag that she’s been keeping in touch with us since she and Parker went their separate ways. “When will she arrive?”
“Not until late so you won’t see her until tomorrow morning.”
“No, no I’ll stay up till she gets here.”
“Mom, there’s no way of knowing how late it'll be.” Parker shrugged. “She said she’d stay in the barn till morning.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Ed said. “You stay up till she gets here and make sure she has a proper place to sleep.”
“Oh, I don’t know,”
The venom that laced the pregnant
woman’s voice was unmistakable. I don’t
think she likes the woman, Sophie thought as she looked at
“No one stays in the barn in my house!” Ruth exclaimed.
“Unless it’s Frank,” Parker added trying to diffuse the tension.
“Or you Sis,” Frank added. “I seem to recall you spending lots of nights up in that loft.”
Parker chuckled. “Yeah, and apparently I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought.” She looked at her mother and winked.
As the meal continued, Sophie watched as Parker moved her food around with her fork until Ruth put her arm around her daughter’s shoulders. When her mother whispered in her ear, Parker nodded then let a thin smile cross her face. Sophie’s eyebrows creased – she hated being out of the loop. Bet it has to do with that woman coming here tonight.
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It was half past ten and Parker looked out the curtained window for the umpteenth time. “She’ll be here when she gets here,” Sophie said. When Parker pierced her with an angry look, she saw red. How dare her look at me like that? I’m the one who is a target. “Maybe you should go outside and walk out to the highway and wait for her there,” Sophie said sarcastically.
Parker shook her head and gave Sophie another angry look. “What’s up with you?” she replied turning her head back to the window. “I can do without your caustic remarks, Sophie.” This isn’t like me at all …why am I so anxious? Because, she left me and I never let go. Ten years later and I still feel as though I’m stuck in the mud where she’s concerned. I know she’s found someone else. Do you ever think of me O or is hate your only feeling? She looked into the dark night and sighed. Guess I’ll know soon.
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Olivia glanced at the huge sycamore that was the sign to turn down the Davis’ road to the farm. She turned her bike into the long tree lined dirt road glad that she didn’t have to get off and open the gate. They must have left it open for me. Her face grimaced in pain as she felt the stone chippings of the drive rattle her body. It was in stark contrast to the smooth tarmac she’d traveled on for hours. Within seconds, she saw the welcoming lights of the farmhouse and a slight grin tugged at her lips. Ah, mom never would have let me sleep in the barn. She decelerated and the bike moved closer to the house and her meeting with Parker.
The roar of the motorcycle made Parker’s heart skipped a beat. “She always did prefer that hog over a car,” she said to no one in particular. Seeing Olivia again had her stomach doing the same flip flops that it did when she heard the woman’s low smoky voice on the phone. She opened the door, and went outside and was slightly annoyed when Sophie chose to tag along. When the motorcycle came to a stop, she felt her chest constrict as she struggled to breathe.
The powerful machine rested in the glow of the outside lights of the farmhouse. Through her visor, Olivia briefly glanced at the two figures standing on the porch. How quaint, a welcoming committee. The pain in her left shoulder made her cringe as she dismounted the bike and ensured it was in a safe position. She turned to the people on the porch and with a deft movement from years of practice regardless of the pain, removed her helmet and shook out her hair. Her cold blue eyes met the woman she had seriously considered killing ten years earlier. Damn, she looks good, always did always will...it's definitely the bone structure. “I see you waited up for me,” Olivia drawled as she moved with cat like grace toward the steps.
Parker watched the sleek body clad in leather move and felt out of her element. Do I hug her, shake her hand or…god I’d love to kiss her. Shit I don’t know what to do. She gulped in deep breathe and turned to Sophie. “Here comes your savior.”
Sophie watched when the woman took off her helmet and had to stop herself from gasping. She is absolutely magnificent, she thought as she felt her body react in pleasure. Then the mystery woman approached them much as a lion would its prey, and Sophie shivered with delight. “Does she always present herself like that?” she asked.
“Like what?”
“A predator,” she whispered.
There was no time for an answer as Olivia was upon them.
Olivia saw the twitching muscle in Parker’s jaw - a sure tell that she was nervous. “Savior is hardly the word I would describe myself Parker. I see mom didn’t want me to stay in the barn?”
At a loss for words, Parker could only shake her head as she tried to reign in her emotions. “Well, someone needs to save her Olivia and I can’t think of a better person.” She turned to Sophie. “Sophie Durant this is Olivia Santos.”
The words mom didn’t want me to stay in the barn rang in Sophie’s ears as she extended her hand to the woman. “I’m pleased to meet you Ms. Santos.” She felt a jolt course through her body when they shook hands. My, my, you are one hot woman.
When Olivia extended her left arm without thinking, she felt the pain in her shoulder again. That damn wound is beginning to irritate me. She briefly accepted the introduction as her eyes scanned the woman in front of her. She could see why Parker got herself involved in saving her. She had the air of someone you wanted to protect, same as she did Amelia. “Good to see you Ms. Durant. Parker, has mom any of her special coffee brewed? I’d murder…sorry I need the caffeine fix?”
“Sure,” she said as she opened the screen door wide. Once inside, Parker said, “Everyone is asleep,” in a quiet voice. No sooner had she said the words, than her mother’s voice floated into the kitchen.
“I heard your bike,” Ruth said as she entered the kitchen in her bathrobe. “Olivia, I’m so glad to see you.” She embraced Olivia and let the hug linger before she let go. “Are you hungry? I can fix you some leftovers real quick.”
Olivia’s eyes smarted from not only the pressure Ruth put on the knife wound, but at the woman’s heartfelt and natural welcome. “I’d love one of your special brews Ruth, but don’t do anything special for me…I’m sure Parker still knows how to fix coffee.”
Ruth took a long hard look at Olivia then furrowed her brow. “You never could hide anything from me young lady …I can tell you’re hurt. While I get your coffee, take that jacket off and let me see what I can do for you.”
Parker looked at Olivia again and saw the slight crack in her facade. Mom's right, she's hurt. “What happened to you?” she asked.
With a throaty chuckle, Olivia kissed the older woman on the cheek. “Busted huh. Fell off the bike…you know how that goes.” She lied as she carefully slid out of the black leather jacket. The blood from the wound had liberally soaked the back of her shirt. She heard the sucked in breathe of Sophie Durant behind her and Parker’s words echoed in her ears. After the long journey, she was fatigued so she didn’t answer immediately preferring to sit at one of the kitchen chairs. The fact that she hadn’t had more than cat nap for the last forty-eight hours only added to her exhaustion.
Sophie’s hands went to her mouth at the sight of the blood stained shirt. “You got that from falling off your bike? I thought bikers wore leather for protection from that sort of thing.” She looked over at Parker and saw the concern on her face.
“I’ll fetch the bandages and antiseptic,” Parker told her mother. As she left the room, she looked over her shoulder and saw the exhaustion on Olivia’s face. “When I get back and we have you all patched up O, its bedtime for you.”
Sarcastically Olivia threw out, “When did you become my mother?”
Ruth shook her head. “Some things never change,” she said with a laugh. “You two stop the bickering right now or I’ll send you both to time out.”
“Only if she does,” Parker said laughing as she left the room.
Olivia forgot that a stranger was in the room and she let her guard down. “How’s she been Mom? I don’t remember her ever being so tightly wound,” she asked softly.
“To tell you the truth, I’m worried about her too. There’s an edge to her I haven’t seen since you…” She shrugged. “Well, she usually is mellow. I think she has taken up your habit of not sleeping much.”
Sophie heard the concern in Olivia’s voice, but heard something else. Caring, yes there definitely is caring. I wonder what the story is between them. Her eyes studied Olivia. I’d like to make a play for her. Wonder if she’s available.
“Can’t say it’s one of my better traits. I can fix that if you want...I think I remember how.” An amused note filled Olivia’s voice as she recalled a good memory of their times together. Sit Parker on a sofa and stroke her belly in a circular motion and she was away with the fairies. It worked every time back then.
“Ok, I’ve got all the stuff we need to patch you up,” Parker said placing the bandages, tape and antiseptic on the table. “Off with the shirt.” She watched as Olivia carefully pulled the shirt over her head and gasped when she saw the wound. That didn’t happen from any fall off her bike. Looks more like a knife wound to me.
“Do you need my help,” Ruth asked.
Parker positioned her body between her mother and Olivia. “Nope, I got it.” With gentleness, born out of genuine affection, she began to clean the wound. “You really need stitches,” she whispered in Olivia’s ear. “I’ve put butterflies over the gash to keep it together and that should hold you until you see a doctor, but don’t wait too long.”
Olivia looked directly into the eyes she once adored. “Yeah I know…I’ll take care of that tomorrow.”
“I can call Doc Pritchard and take you there.”
“I said, I’d take care of it,” she growled quietly. Parker’s touch was reminiscent of a long time ago and she wasn’t following that path again.
“Sure. All done,” Parker said as she retreated to Sophie’s side.
Chapter 13
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Teal gave a snort of annoyance as she gazed at the invoices that Olivia hadn’t adequately explained. Her attention so taken with the problem she failed to hear someone enter the reception area. She jumped when a familiar face popped over the counter.
“Hi Teal, betcha never thought you’d ever see me here,” the young woman announced.
Teal caught a surprised breathe and smiled wanly at the woman. “Hi Jerry, what brings you to this part of town?” Her eyes quickly veered off to Amelia’s door. Crap, I hope she doesn’t see you here.
The young woman grinned impishly as her blonde hair bobbed around her shoulders. Conspiratorially she replied, “I was hoping to surprise you know who. Is she in?”
Just as I thought…crap. I hope Amelia doesn’t get finished any time soon. She doesn’t need to see her. “Actually no, no she isn’t. I can give her a message when she gets back if that helps.” Teal backed up her offer with a tentative smile.
The young woman’s crestfallen expression said it all. “I figured. She hasn’t been in touch for over a week.” Then she smiled optimistically. “At least its work, and not that she doesn’t want to see me.”
“Jerry, Olivia won’t be happy you came here. This is where she works and she’s very strict about not letting pleasure interfere with that. I’ll tell her you came by and I’m sure when she gets back, she’ll call you.” Teal gave the younger woman a reassuring smile.
Jerry Nixon looked around the reception area. “Cool place… I’ve never been in a private detective’s office before. Betcha see some interesting things around here don’tcha?”
Teal shrugged as she moved around the counter. “Sometimes, not often…most of our cases are quite mundane, which is why you need to go Jerry.” Then her eyes closed as she heard Amelia’s office door open as she gave her goodbyes to her last client of the day. This I can do without right now!
Amelia walked into the reception area and turned to Teal who was speaking with a beautiful young blonde woman. She doesn’t look like she’s been out of high school long. “Sorry to interrupt Teal, Ms. Smith needs to sort out her next couple of appointments and she’s on a tight schedule.”
“Perfectly ok, we just finished up…haven’t we?” Her gaze sought out Jerry’s to confirm what she had said.
“I guess. Will tell Olivia that I came by and that I’d love her to call as soon as she gets back…tell her I’ll make it worth her while.” Jerry grinned and smiled at the older woman who had entered the room. “See you at your place on Wednesday for the usual girls’ night out Teal.”
With a whisper, Teal answered, “Sure Jerry, see you then.” Turning her attention to Amelia’s client, she hoped that Amelia hadn’t picked up any vibes. No way am I going to explain Olivia’s actions…no way in hell am I going to jump into that mix.
Amelia stood unmoving in the reception as two things registered in her brain. Neither made any sense, but conversely, it made perfect sense…she didn’t want to acknowledge the prospect. That young woman knows Olivia in a familiar way and they wear the same perfume…or do they?
As the woman walked toward the door, Amelia couldn’t stop from walking quickly toward her. “Hi Jerry, I’m Amelia West, Olivia’s business partner. Do you want to leave her a message? If it’s important I can usually contact her when she’s not in the office.”
Both Jerry and Teal glanced at Amelia for very different reasons.
“Awesome. Will you tell her Jerry misses her and that the bed feels cold without her in it? Have her call me at the apartment when she gets time, thanks.” Jerry grinned and left Amelia standing at the door like a statue. She moved only when her client, Ms. Smith cleared her throat for Amelia to move out of the way.
Teal heard the exchange and wanted to curl up in a ball and die. If that’s how I feel, God only knows what Olivia will think and say when she finds out.
“Amelia, are you ok?” Teal asked tentatively. She walked from around the reception counter.
Amelia turned to her friend and gazed at her dazedly while swallowing hard to lubricate her throat – vocal cords refused to function.
Teal took pity on her friend. This was going to happen one day, but certainly not like this. I hoped that Olivia would be the one to explain, she’s had plenty of time. “How about a coffee, I’m sure it’s been a long day for you.” Her hand tentatively settled on Amelia’s forearm.
With an aggrieved look in her eyes, Amelia shrugged off the hand. “Why didn’t she tell me Teal? Does she trust me so little that she couldn’t confide in me about this? We live together!”
The anguish in her friend's voice tugged at Teal’s heart and she sighed heavily. “I’ll get that coffee for us Amelia…I think we both need it. Do you know when Olivia’s due back?”
Amelia’s eyes welled with tears as she shook her head. “Why would I know that? She obviously doesn’t trust me.” A glint in her eyes indicated that she made a decision. “Strike the coffee Teal…I’m leaving for the day. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She quickly sidestepped any attempt Teal made to stop her. She went into her office, collected her purse and car keys then, rushed past Teal without another word.
“Oh, that could have gone better!” Teal pressed a button on her switchboard to connect with Olivia’s private number. It was the number used for emergencies only and she knew Olivia checked the voice mail regularly. I think this is a full-blown emergency don’t you Olivia. “Hi it’s Teal…I think you should come home as soon as you can. Jerry came by the office and …Amelia knows.”
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The bar Amelia went to was less than a block away from her home. She should have parked the car in the garage of the warehouse, but didn't feel the need. She supposed the bar was like all the others, but she couldn't be sure since she hadn’t ever been to one.
She slid onto a stool at the bar and flung her purse on the countertop. A few seconds later, the bartender wiped the spot in front of her with a towel. “What can I get you?”
Amelia hadn’t thought that far ahead, in fact, as she glanced around, she realized that being there might have been a bad idea. The other parties in the establishment consisted of blue-collar workers, who she suspected were enjoying a beer after work. The others, who looked like they were permanent fixtures, were alone and sitting at the bar.
“Lady, I haven’t got all day, what’ll be?” the bartender asked brusquely.
Amelia looked at the man and gave him a half smile. “Sorry, a beer will be fine?”
The bartender growled, “What kind?” Amelia was a loss for words. I don’t know!
A voice at her side startled her.
“The lady looks like a
Amelia looked and nodded to the woman who she surmised must have just walked into the bar. I don’t recall seeing her when I came in. “Thanks, I don’t drink much.”
A soft chuckle followed the comment. “Wish I didn’t myself, but it’s an occupational hazard.” The woman shrugged and smiled. “I own the place. I haven’t seen you here before…are you new around here?”
“No, not exactly. I was brought up
in
The bar owner gave her a speculative glance and smiled warmly. “Yeah, you can live in a place for years and not know what’s around the corner.”
Without thinking Amelia replied, “Goes for people too.”
A measure of understanding lit the bar owner’s eyes as she sat next to Amelia. “Yep, I understand that. My name’s Faith, Faith Western.”
Not wanting to be impolite, Amelia turned to the woman, smiled slightly and offered her hand. “Amelia, Amelia West.”
Although there was a fleeting moment of intense speculation in Faith’s eyes, she didn’t say anything. When the drinks arrived, Amelia reached for her purse. “This ones on me, if you like it here you might come back. A good marketing ploy my accountants tell me.”
“Thanks.” Amelia sipped her drink in silence. I am in a fit of depression and this woman is being friendly. Right now, that’s exactly what I need. A few drinks with a stranger and maybe I’ll forget what I heard earlier. “I saw karaoke on a poster on the door when I came in?”
Faith smiled. “See yourself as a singer, Amelia? We could sure do with some new blood. We’re getting tired of the same old stuff. Will you still be here…it doesn’t start until eight.”
With a glance at her watch, Amelia saw that it was barely four-thirty. “Sure I’ve no one to go home to. It’ll be fun.”
With a knowing look in her eyes, Faith moved her stool a little closer. “Yes, I think tonight might be turning out to be brighter than I thought myself.” With a flick of her hand, she motioned for the bartender. “Mike we need the song sheets, Amelia and I are going to rock the place this evening.”
Chapter 14
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Olivia glanced around the kitchen, it was familiar and homey - the heart of a home Ruth always says. Then she peered at the two women at the table with her. One she knew well, or as well as anyone who had run the gauntlet of the emotional spectrum of love and hate. The other, was as unfamiliar as Parker was familiar. She knew only the essentials of the make-up of the woman and for now, that had to be enough. “We need to plan a strategy.” Her fingers drummed on the coffee cup. “What have you come up with Parker?”
“I have a few ideas,” Parker said as she watched the drumming fingers. That certainly hasn’t changed. “We need to find a safe house that is invincible.” She held her breath hoping that Olivia would take the bait. “We can probably stay here for a few weeks, but eventually they will come looking for me.” She shook her head. “It won’t take a really good investigator long to figure out I am involved somehow.”
Olivia caught Parker’s gaze. Hmm, I wonder how much you know about my situation these days. “And, your strategy is?”
Parker moved closer to Olivia and
began to jot down what they knew along with different scenarios. “We know that
Sophie’s friend in
“Yeah, Dolly felt certain he never found anyone that said they ever saw her.” Olivia chuckled. “She said all it took was telling one busybody that a stranger was looking for a woman so he could kill her and the whole town knew. Small towns have a habit of closing ranks when they need to.”
Parker smiled. “That sounds like Dolly.” She fixed her brown eyes on Olivia. “Do you know if the guy left town or is he still there?”
Olivia looked away. “He won’t be a problem,” she said in a matter of fact tone.
“How do you know that?” Parker asked. When Olivia looked her square in the eyes, she had her answer. She killed him. She cleared her throat. “Ok, moving on…” she said trying to stop the bile she felt trying to rise to her mouth. “I suppose the question now is, how long before they figure out that Sophie is with me.”
“Do you have any reason to think they will?”
“When we heard about the murder, I called
Sophie’s stepmother and that’s when she fired me because she had someone else
on the case.” She shrugged. “All she knows is that I tracked Sophie to
Blue eyes scanned the page. “I’m not sure any of these are workable Parker…they’re way too complicated.”
“The only complication I can see is that we don’t know who the new hire is,” she countered. “I think number two is our best bet for keeping her safe," she said circling the number. "Once we find out who the new person is, we can confront Evelyn Durant and turn her over to the police. I overheard that guy at Dolly’s say the name Shamus…maybe he’s the hit man.” When Parker turned her head to make her point, she found Olivia close enough to feel her breath fan her face.
Sophie watched in fascination as the two women interacted. It was clear to her that despite some of their negative comments about each other, there was a deep abiding bond between them. Although I’d rather they didn’t treat me like a four year old and leave me out of the loop. They act as if I wasn’t here in the room with them.
“Sure, that can be organized, but it will take more than four days to accomplish.” Olivia frowned as her mind flashed over several possible solutions to the short term problem. One thing is for certain, I’m not telling Parker who the hire is even though she knows the name. She’ll freak out if she knows his background.
Parker frowned and pulled back from Olivia. “Four days…what are you talking about? Didn’t you hear me say we can stay here longer than that?”
Olivia raised an expressive eyebrow at the belligerent comment. Always the same, some things never change. “The funeral is in three days…maybe a few more if the coroner doesn’t release the body right away. After that, I’d say you will have twenty-four hours tops to find this safe house you need or…” Olivia nodded in the direction of Sophie. “…things will not be too pretty around here. I’ll not allow you to bring that kind of danger to your parent’s door again. Do I make myself clear?”
It had been a long time since Parker felt her blood boil, but Olivia certainly had changed that. She leveled her eyes on the woman. “Don’t you ever insinuate that I would do anything to jeopardize my family again!” She felt her heart hammer in her chest as she scraped her chair back, walked to the door and stared out. When she composed herself, she turned around. “Do you think they’re on to me already?”
Olivia stared into the depths of the coffee cup – it had no answers. That is such a predictable reaction Parker. She glanced up and caught Sophie’s eyes staring at her with annoyance laced with what she thought was hatred. Nothing new in that. “In one word Parker, yes. The guy who was in Waterston was too close not to have been tipped off about something. It might have been sheer luck, but I think the assassin is a notch above what you might be used to Parker.” Her look intensified. “You should really leave now…but it’s your case, your call.”
Parker blew out a breath. “It doesn’t take a genius to figure that they got the information from Sophie’s friend.” She heard Sophie gasp. “Apparently the guy that went to Waterston looking for her came up empty. I think the question should be, why would they link me to her?” She looked at Sophie. “What do you think?”
Sophie narrowed her eyes and glared at Olivia. When she turned her gaze back at Parker they softened. “Cammie died because of me. I would hate to have anything happen to anyone else. It’s probably best if I just leave and be on my own, that way…” She swiped a tear off her cheek. “I’ve done pretty well so far by myself and I bet I can keep doing it for another couple of months.”
“No!” Parker thickly shouted.
Oh, for god’s sake Parker, stop being so dramatic! This is a case and your client can do as she pleases! Will someone up there please save me from partners that let their emotions rule over logic? “Parker’s right Ms. Durant, you wouldn’t last another day on your own. Like a hound dog, they have your scent and you can count on them finding you. Right now, we need to move you into a safe location within the next thirty-six hours. I’ve dealt with the Waterston problem so we at least have that breathing room.”
“Exactly! There's no way they know I am involved in this. I think we’ll have more than thirty-six hours to implement whatever plan we decide on.”
Olivia, forgetting the injured shoulder, stood up and winced at the pain.
Parker saw the grimace and had no choice but to approach her old lover and gently cup her arm. “You ok?” She dropped her hand when Olivia’s eyes told her don’t come any closer.
“Of course,” Olivia ground out as she pursed her lips in pain. I could do with a nap she thought as she unconsciously moved closer to Parker.
For Parker, it was second nature and she put her arm around Olivia. “Sure you are. Why don’t we take this up in the morning when we’ve all had a good night’s sleep?” She leaned in slightly and closed her eyes when she sniffed the woman’s hair. Damn, you always do this to me…I wonder if you know. “What do you say O?”
“I for one, vote yes,” Sophie interjected. “This certainly has been a day of surprises.” Her words sounded hollow as she felt a surge of jealousy at Parker’s familiar attitude toward the dark woman.
Any other time, Olivia would have shrugged off the blatant incursion into her personal space, but all she cared about was ridding her body of the sheer exhaustion she felt. God I wish I was home and Amelia was beside me. No offense Parker… you and I are old news... She felt the familiar comforting arm on her shoulder and wondered, or are we? “Sure, I could do with a few hours sleep before I go back.”
Parker smiled. “Glad you see it my way,” she said resisting the urge to lean her head on Olivia’s shoulder. Then she moved away and looked at Sophie. “With Olivia on our side we’ll all be safe…she’s the best there is at this.” She felt a yawn fight its way to the surface. I sure hope I sleep tonight, but I’m too wound up. “We are all staying in the suite,” she said. “Remember that O?”
A brief memory of good times drifted through her exhaustion. “Yeah, I remember. I know the way and I’m going to take a shower.” She walked out of the room without a backward glance. She was too damn exhausted to worry about the pleasantries of goodnights.
Sophie couldn’t believe the audacity of the dour woman. “Obviously she never had any lesson in decorum,” she mumbled.
“She’s tired,” Parker said defensively. “Usually she would have said goodnight.”
“Ok, go ahead and have it your way,” Sophie said raising her eyebrows. “But, I think she owes you an apology for her rudeness.”
Parker shook her head. How can I defend her? Sophie is right. “Come on let’s go to bed too.”
“Is that an invitation,” Sophie said with a grin.
“Not tonight.”
Sophie winked and said, “Ok, but it’s your loss.”
.
Olivia opened the familiar door to
the suite and leaned against it once it closed. She was exhausted physically
and mentally. Being back at the
The warm water beat against her skin and she instantly felt the stresses and strains of the day disappear. Why did that man have to come after me…I didn’t want to kill him. She avoided the injured shoulder as the water cascade down her body. Lathering the rest of her body, she tried to squelch all the memories of the past that seemed to echo in her mind. I won’t go there. You will never hurt me again, Parker…I’ll never trust you with my love again. She shut off the water, toweled off and opened the door.
When Parker and Sophie entered the room, they stopped in their tracks as a naked Olivia came out of the bathroom. Olivia heard sharp intakes of breath and spun around. “Never seen a naked woman leave a bathroom before?” she said sarcastically. She turned away and reached for the clothes she left scattered in the bedroom.
Sophie, clearly embarrassed, made her way to her bedroom. Parker just stood there trying to make sense of her body’s reaction to the naked Olivia. “Yeah, I’ve seen my share of naked women,” she finally said. “All I need from the room is a pillow then I’ll leave you in peace,” she said as she walked past Olivia.
“Cut out the martyrdom Parker, get over here and share this damn bed." Olivia motioned to the king sized bed. "Don’t worry. I have no intentions toward you other than we both get a good night’s sleep.”
With a gulp, Parker looked at the bed. “No, you go ahead I don’t think I can sleep just yet.”
Olive squared her shoulders making her breasts moved provocatively. “Do you still trust me Parker?”
“I never stopped,” she whispered, as her eyes caught, like a deer in car headlights, on Olivia’s breasts. Oh god, why do I torture myself…I know she hates me.
“Excellent, then you’ll remember that I have the formula for making you sleep like a baby, right?”
Parker managed a slight smile. “Yeah, I do,” she said as she undressed and crawled under the covers. “I’m all yours.”
With a gentle touch, she began making concentric circle on Parker’s belly. Surreptitiously she looked at the naked body that at one time she wanted and needed to touch and feel. Her eyes lingered on Parker’s breast. Still firm and oh so inviting. She saw Parker’s eyes begin to flutter and she knew that in a few moments she would be sound asleep. Works every time. A memory that had been fighting to emerge ever since she heard Parker’s voice the day before would no longer stay buried.
*
Her mind flashed back to a convenience store robbery and the car chase that followed. She and Parker chased the man for several miles with sirens blaring and the police radio squawking. The perpetrator finally stopped his car, jumped out and began running. “What an idiot,” Olivia said as she slammed on the breaks and opened her door. “He thinks he can out run me.” She laughed and set out after the suspect. Once the man was in sight, she shouted, “Stop police,” but he continued running.
Olivia felt the tightness and swelling of arousal as she closed in on the man. When the suspect reached an eight foot fence and tried to climb up, Olivia launched her body in his direction and grabbed hold of his legs. Once she wrestled the man to the ground and had her knee in his back, she felt herself come.
Olivia and the suspect walked back to the squad car and she saw Parker lounging against the car with her legs crossed at the ankles. “Good job,” she said with a grin. “You know mister, if you gonna try and outrun her you need to lose about fifty pounds.”
Once the man was booked and they did all the necessary paper work, they headed for home. They would usually change into civilian clothes before they left, unless there had been a chase. Olivia wasted no time in getting to their apartment, undressing and then taking Parker to bed.
Snake like, she started at Parker’s feet and slithered up the naked body letting her wetness glide along the muscled legs, across hips, up her belly, between the valley of her breasts and finally coming to a stop at Parker’s mouth. She closed her eyes as she felt a tongue lick her until it rolled and neatly slid inside and kept time as Olivia's hips began to move.
“Oh god Parker,” Olivia said raggedly before she lost all sense and erupted.
Not yet satisfied, Olivia let her body slide back down until their eyes met. Her body was one with her lover who she hungrily kissed tasting what Parker just tasted. She moved her left leg so it was between Parker’s legs and began to grind against the wetness she felt. In response, Parker mirrored her partner’s movements until she felt herself come – Olivia did not. The lust Olivia felt after a chase was unquenchable and all Parker could do was go along for the ride. Her fingers snaked between their sweaty thighs, found their way inside Olivia and remained there as her lover pumped and jerked until she exploded in one orgasm after another.
“God, how I love you,” Olivia said as she collapsed on top of Parker. Her breathing was hard and fast, but the hand rubbing her back soothed her. “I never want to lose you Parker, you are everything to me.”
*
Olivia took in the whole of the sleeping woman and felt her body react. The memory and the sleeping naked woman’s body made her wet and fill with desire. I need relief. Her eyes focused on Parker’s left breast and she smiled. I see that nipple still needs coaxing.
Chapter 15
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Olivia glanced around the kitchen, it was familiar and homey - the heart of a home Ruth always says. Then she peered at the two women at the table with her. One she knew well, or as well as anyone who had run the gauntlet of the emotional spectrum of love and hate. The other, was as unfamiliar as Parker was familiar. She knew only the essentials of the make-up of the woman and for now, that had to be enough. “We need to plan a strategy.” Her fingers drummed the coffee cup she held. “What have you come up with Parker?”
“I have a few ideas,” Parker said as she watched the drumming fingers. That certainly hasn’t changed. “We need to find a safe house that is invincible.” She held her breath hoping that Olivia would take the bait. “We can probably stay here for a few weeks, but eventually they will come looking for me.” She shook her head. “It won’t take a really good investigator long to figure out I am involved somehow.”
Olivia caught Parker’s gaze. Hmm, I wonder how much you know about my situation these days. “And, your strategy is?”
Parker moved closer to Olivia and
began to jot down what they knew along with different scenarios. “We know that
Sophie’s friend in
“Yeah, Dolly felt certain he never found anyone that said they ever saw her.” Olivia chuckled. “She said all it took was telling one busybody that a stranger was looking for a woman so he could kill her and the whole town knew. Small towns have a habit of closing ranks when they need too.”
Parker smiled. “That sounds like Dolly.” She fixed her brown eyes on Olivia. “Do you know if the guy left town or is he still there?”
Olivia looked away. “He won’t be a problem,” she said in a matter of fact tone.
“How do you know that?” Parker asked. When Olivia looked her square in the eyes, she had her answer. You killed him didn’t you? She cleared her throat. “Ok, moving on…” she said trying to stop the bile she felt trying to rise to her mouth. “I suppose the question now is, how long before they figure out Sophie is with me.”
“Do you have any reason to think they will?”
“When we heard about the murder, I
called Sophie’s stepmother and that’s when she fired me because she had someone
else on the case.” She shrugged. “All she knows is that I tracked Sophie to
Blue eyes scanned the page. “I’m not sure any of these are workable Parker…they’re too complicated.”
“The only complication I can see is that we don’t know who the new hire is,” she countered. “I think number two is our best bet for keeping her safe. Once we find out who the new hire is, we can confront Evelyn Durant and turn her over to the police. I overheard that guy at Dolly’s say the name Shamus…maybe he’s the hit man.” When Parker turned her head to make her point, she found Olivia close enough to feel her breath fan her face.
Sophie watched in fascination as the two women interacted. It was clear to her that despite some of their negative comments about each other, there was a deep abiding bond between them. Although I’d rather they didn’t treat me like a four year old and leave me out of the loop. They act as if I wasn’t here in the room with them.
“Sure, that can be organized, but it will take more than four days to accomplish.” Olivia frowned as her mind flashed over several possible solutions to the short term problem. One thing is for certain, I’m not telling Parker who the hire is even though she knows the name. She’ll freak out if she knows his background.
Parker frowned and pulled back from Olivia. “Four days…what are you talking about? Didn’t you hear me say we can stay here longer than that?”
Olivia raised an expressive eyebrow at the belligerent comment. Always the same, some things never change. “The funeral is in three days…maybe a few more if the coroner doesn’t release the body right away. After that, I’d say you will have twenty-four hours tops to find this safe house you need or…” Olivia nodded in the direction of Sophie. “…things will not be too pretty around here. I’ll not allow you to bring that kind of danger to your parent’s door again. Do I make myself clear?”
It had been a long time since Parker felt her blood boil, but Olivia certainly had changed that. She leveled her eyes on the woman. “Don’t you ever insinuate that I would do anything to jeopardize my family again!” She felt her heart hammer in her chest as she scraped her chair back, walked to the door and stared out. When she composed herself, she turned around. “Do you think they’re on to me already?”
Olivia stared into the depths of the coffee cup – it had no answers. That is such a predictable reaction Parker. She glanced up and caught Sophie’s eyes staring at her with annoyance laced with what she thought was hatred. Nothing new in that. “In one word Parker, yes. The guy who was in Waterston was too close not to have been tipped off about something. It might have been sheer luck, but I think the assassin is a notch above what you might be used to Parker.” Her look intensified. “You should really leave now…but it’s your case, your call.”
Parker blew out a breath. “It
doesn’t take a genius to figure that they got the information from Sophie’s
friend.” She heard Sophie gasp. “Apparently the guy that went to
Sophie narrowed her eyes and glared at Olivia softening when she turned to Parker. “Cammie died because of me. I would hate to have anything happen to anyone else. It’s probably best if I just leave and be on my own, that way…” She swiped a tear off her cheek. “I’ve done pretty well so far by myself and I bet I can keep doing it for another couple of months.”
“No!” Parker thickly shouted.
Oh, for god’s sake Parker, stop being so dramatic! This is a case and your client can do as she pleases! Will someone up there please save me from partners that let their emotions rule over logic? “Parker’s right Ms. Durant, you wouldn’t last another day on your own. Like a hound dog, they have your scent and you can count on them finding you. Right now, we need to move you into a safe location within the next thirty-six hours. I’ve dealt with the Waterston problem so we at least have that breathing space.”
“Exactly! There is no way they know I am involved in this. I think we’ll have more than thirty-six hours to implement whatever plan we decide on.”
Olivia, forgetting the injured shoulder, stood up and winced at the pain.
Parker saw the grimace and had no choice but to approach her old lover and gently cup her arm. “You ok?” She dropped her hand when Olivia’s eyes told her don’t come any closer.
“Of course,” Olivia ground out as she pursed her lips in pain. I could do with a nap she thought as she unconsciously moved closer to Parker.
For Parker, it was second nature and she put her arm around Olivia. “Sure you are. Why don’t we take this up in the morning when we’ve all had a good night’s sleep?” She leaned in slightly and closed her eyes when she sniffed the woman’s hair. Damn, you always do this to me…I wonder if you know. “What do you say O?”
“I for one, vote yes,” Sophie interjected. “This certainly has been a day of surprises.” Her words sounded hollow as she felt a surge of jealousy at Parker’s familiar attitude toward the dark woman.
Any other time, Olivia would have shrugged off the blatant incursion into her personal space, but all she cared about was ridding her body of the sheer exhaustion she felt. God I wish I was home and Amelia was beside me. No offense Parker… you and I are old news... She felt the familiar comforting hand on her shoulder and wondered, or are we? “Sure, I could do with a few hours sleep before I go back.”
Parker smiled. “Glad you see it my way,” she said resisting the urge to lean her head on Olivia’s shoulder. Then she moved away and looked at Sophie. “With Olivia on our side we’ll all be safe…she’s the best there is at this.” She felt a yawn fight its way to the surface. I sure hope I sleep tonight, but I’m too wound up…“We are all staying in the suite,” she said. “Remember that O?”
A brief memory of good times drifted through her exhaustion. “Yeah, I remember. I know the way and I’m going to take a shower.” She walked out of the room without a backward glance. She was too damn exhausted to worry about the pleasantries of goodnights.
Sophie couldn’t believe the audacity of the dour woman. “Obviously she never had any lesson in decorum,” she mumbled.
“She’s tired,” Parker said defensively. “Usually she would have said goodnight.”
“Ok, go ahead and have it your way,” Sophie said raising her eyebrows. “But, I think she owes you an apology for her rudeness.”
Parker shook her head. How can I defend her? Sophie is right. “Come on let’s go to bed too.”
“Is that an invitation,” Sophie said with a grin.
“Not tonight.”
Sophie winked and said, “Ok, but it’s your loss.”
.
Olivia
opened the familiar door to the suite and leaned against it once it closed. She
was exhausted physically and mentally. Being back at the
The warm water beat against her skin and she instantly felt the stresses and strains of the day disappear. Why did that man have to come after me…I didn’t want to kill him. She avoided the injured shoulder as the water cascade down her body. Lathering the rest of her body, she tried to squelch all the memories of the past that seemed to echo in her mind. I won’t go there. You will never hurt me again, Parker…I’ll never trust you with my love again. She shut off the water, toweled off and opened the door.
When Parker and Sophie entered the room, they stopped in their tracks as a naked Olivia came out of the bathroom. Olivia heard sharp intakes of breath and spun around. “Never seen a naked woman leave a bathroom before?” she said sarcastically. She turned away and reached for the clothes she left scattered in the bedroom.
Sophie, clearly embarrassed, made her way to her bedroom. Parker just stood there trying to make sense of her body’s reaction to the naked Olivia. “Yeah, I’ve seen my share of naked women,” she finally said. “All I need from the room is a pillow then I’ll leave you in peace,” she said as she walked past Olivia.
“Cut out the martyrdom Parker, get over here and share this damn bed. Don’t worry. I have no intentions toward you other than we both get a good night’s sleep.” Olivia motioned to the king sized bed.
With a gulp, Parker looked at the bed. “No, you go ahead I don’t think I can sleep just yet.”
Olive squared her shoulders making her breasts moved provocatively. “Do you still trust me Parker?”
“I never stopped,” she whispered, as her eyes caught like a deer in car headlights on Olivia’s breasts. Oh god, why do I torture myself…I know she hates me.
“Excellent, then you’ll remember that I have the formula for making you sleep like a baby, right?”
Parker managed a slight smile. “Yeah, I do,” she said as she undressed and crawled under the covers. “I’m all yours.”
With a gentle touch, she began making concentric circle on Parker’s belly. Surreptitiously she looked at the naked body that at one time she wanted and needed to touch and feel. Her eyes lingered on Parker’s breast. Still firm and oh so inviting. She saw Parker’s eyes begin to flutter and she knew that in a few moments she would be sound asleep. Works every time. A memory that had been fighting to emerge ever since she heard Parker’s voice the day before would no longer stay buried.
*
Her mind flashed back to a convenience store robbery and the car chase that followed. She and Parker chased the man for several miles with sirens blaring and the police radio squawking. The perpetrator finally stopped his car, jumped out and began running. “What an idiot,” Olivia said as she slammed on the breaks and opened her door. “He thinks he can out run me.” She laughed and set out after the suspect. Once the man was in sight, she shouted, “Stop police,” but he continued running.
Olivia felt the tightness and swelling of arousal as she closed in on the man. When the suspect reached an eight foot fence and tried to climb up, Olivia launched her body in his direction and grabbed hold of his legs. Once she wrestled the man to the ground and had her knee in his back, she felt herself come.
Olivia and the suspect walked back to the squad car and she saw Parker lounging against the car with her legs crossed at the ankles. “Good job,” she said with a grin. “You know mister, if you gonna try and outrun her you need to lose about fifty pounds.”
Once the man was booked and they did all the necessary paper work, they headed for home. They would usually change into civilian clothes before they left, unless there had been a chase. Olivia wasted no time in getting to their apartment, undressing and then taking Parker to bed. Snake like, she started at Parker’s feet and slithered up the naked body letting her wetness glide along the muscled legs, across hips, up her belly, between the valley of her breasts and finally coming to a stop at Parker’s mouth. She closed her eyes as she felt a tongue lick her. Parker’s tongue rolled and neatly slid inside and kept time as her partner’s hips began to move.
“Oh god Parker,” Olivia said raggedly before she lost all sense as she erupted.
Not yet satisfied, Olivia let her body slide back down until their eyes met. Her body was one with her lover who she hungrily kissed tasting what Parker just tasted. She moved her left leg so it was between Parker’s legs and began to grind against the wetness she felt. In response, Parker mirrored her partner’s movements until she felt herself come – Olivia did not. The lust Olivia felt after a chase was unquenchable and all Parker could do was go along for the ride. Her fingers snaked between their sweaty thighs, found their way inside Olivia and remained there as her lover pumped and jerked until she exploded in one orgasm after another.
“God, how I love you,” Olivia said as she collapsed on top of Parker. Her breathing was hard and fast, but the hand rubbing her back soothed her. “I never want to lose you Parker, you are everything to me.”
*
Olivia took in the whole of the sleeping woman and felt her body react. The memory and the naked woman’s sleeping body made her wet and filled with desire. I need relief. Her eyes focused on Parker’s left breast and she smiled. I see that nipple still needs coaxing…
Chapter 16
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The vibration of her cell phone
distracted Olivia from her wanton need for Parker’s body. For a few precious
minutes, she’d forgotten all that had happened in the ensuing years and
indulged in memories - good ones. So much so, they almost became recent ones
again. The persistent motion of her phone brought her back to the present. It has to be either Amelia or Teal. She
looked at the soundly sleeping Parker and her eyes took in the naked body once
again. With a sigh of regret, she deftly moved Parker on her side and wrapped
the blanket around her. She grimaced at the pain in her shoulder and eased off
the bed before reaching for her phone. “
“I have only one thing to say to you Olivia. The eagle has landed.” Teal announced dramatically.
Olivia quietly made her way out of the room and stood in the farthest corner of the living room. Great, Teal being smart…that’s all I need to top of the day. “Don’t be cryptic Teal. What do you mean the eagle has landed?”
Teal felt her tension ease when she heard Olivia’s voice in its usual brisk manner. “She knows, at least I figure she’s worked it out since Jerry wasn’t subtle.”
“What do you mean? I take it the she is Amelia and just where did she and Jerry meet up?” Olivia’s eyebrows met. “Did you have one of your Wednesday evenings early Teal and invite Amelia? If you did so help me…” Olivia took a deep breath and didn’t finish. It might not be as bad as it appears.
“Don’t you check your voice mail Olivia? I sent you a message earlier today and, just so you know, it hasn’t anything to do with me…besides, I’d never ask Amelia. Jerry came by the office this afternoon and I tried to get rid of her before Amelia appeared. Just like most things in life, things never quite work out the way you hope,” Teal replied.
“That ditzy blonde came to my office!” Olivia’s eyes darted around the familiar room as she sucked in a deep breath. “Exactly why did she do that?” Olivia retorted angrily. Jerry is great in bed and ok for a few dates, but I’m not into long-term relationships. If I were, it certainly wouldn’t be with someone like her.
“As crazy as this might sound, she wanted to see you. When she left, there was no doubt in Amelia’s mind that you’d slept together…at least once.”
Olivia ground her teeth. “Oh shit! Where is she now?” she whispered loudly.
“Jerry or Amelia? Ok, I know. Amelia is at the nunnery…”
Olivia cut in, “What? She’s gone back! I don’t believe it!” She wouldn’t do that even if this were a shock! Agitated, Olivia said, “Damn, can’t you speak with her Teal? She trusts you and I’ll explain when I get back.”
Teal scratched the side of her head as she looked down at the sleeping Amelia. “You never let me finish Olivia. I’m with Amelia and she is sleeping it off. Apparently, she got drunk and gave a mean karaoke performance of You Don’t Own Me, according to the good Sisters who picked her up.”
Olivia couldn’t help it. Of all the images she had of Amelia, drunk at a karaoke bar wasn’t one of them. She laughed as she asked, “You’re joking right? Just how did the Sisters know to bail her out?”
“I wish I were,” Teal said with a smile. “That’s exactly what I thought when Sister Angelica called me. It’s a long story. Amelia hasn’t changed who her immediate contacts are for an emergency. With her parents out of town they called her work contact.” She laughed derisively. “Lucky me.”
Olivia sighed heavily. That figures. Sometimes, you just can’t shake the last vestiges of an old life. Her eyes traveled to the bedroom and the sleeping Parker. Nope, sometimes it catches up with you and the results…well they certainly are surprising.
“When are you coming home, Olivia?” Teal asked.
Olivia stopped her train of thought and shook her head. “I’ll leave here in under an hour which will put me back at the office for a late breakfast. Coffee on the boil might be good for more than just me Teal.”
“You got that right boss. I’ll have to leave her here tonight since she’s not fit to move. Good thing she wasn’t sick…I really hate puking drunks.” Amelia groaned and the very thing Teal hated, happened. “I have to go Olivia. You have a safe journey see you in …later today I guess.” Her eyes flicked to the mess on the floor and then at her shoe. Crap, why is something that looks like carrots always in the mix! Teal pushed hair away from her eyes and checked that Amelia wasn’t in any danger. She headed for the door and a bucket and mop. You owe me major boss…both of you!
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Parker groaned as a hand forcefully shook her shoulder. “Parker, wake up! I need you to wake up right now.”
She blinked the sleep out of her eyes. Damn I was enjoying that dream. She opened her eyes and looked up at Olivia. Hmm maybe it wasn’t a dream after all. “What’s happened? Did they find us? Is Sophie ok?” Her mind suddenly jumped to all the wrong conclusions as she sprang up in bed.
“Hey, it is ok there isn’t a fire or any murderer in the house. Something has come up that needs my immediate attention. I need to leave now.”
“Is it the case?” Parker, now wide-awake, asked. Even though she barely had any sleep, it was deep and refreshing and that was what she needed.
Olivia smiled slightly. “No, it’s
personal business in
The quiet response had Parker dissecting every syllable. “Won’t they want you to rest? You aren’t exactly one hundred percent. I mean before you attempt a six hour journey at…” her eyes traveled to the clock. “It’s two…I bet you haven’t even slept.”
“People like me only need a bare minimum. You must remember that I was never a long sleeper. When this is over, I’ll take a break, maybe even a vacation.” Her thoughts turned to Amelia and the fact that her friend had gone to a bar alone. Not a good sign…it’s not good at all.
“After this is over, we’ll all need a vacation,” Parker said with a wink. “Who knows, we could take it together…like old times.” Parker regretted the impulsive words she hadn’t meant to voice. She stared into the cold, hard look on Olivia’s face and shrugged. “I didn’t mean it the way that sounded.”
Mentally and physically exhausted, Olivia allowed her mind to fall over the mental precipice she’d set when Parker betrayed her ten years earlier. She thinks she can waltz back into my life as if nothing ever happened. She took in Parker’s naked body. I wonder if you realize how close you came to having a bullet in your head Parker. I doubt it…for you never did think I was capable of killing even after I did. Thankfully, you know very little about what I’m capable of doing…particularly now. She waved off the comment and said, “I’ve got to go.”
Parker, suddenly cognizant of being naked, grabbed the sheet and wrapped her body in it. Stupid, she thought as she mentally smacked her forehead. Why did I have to say that! “What about Sophie and her problem?” she asked quietly.
Olivia picked up her jacket on the chair and snorted when she saw the rip again. “I’m not abandoning you Parker or your little friend next door. I merely have other responsibilities that need my attention. I’ll be in touch with the details of the safe house within the next twenty-four hours. When I give you that information, I’ll expect you there within twelve hours. If you’re not…”
The unfinished sentence charged the air and hung there as Parker felt her shoulders defensively tighten. “If we’re not then what…we’re written off like yesterday’s trash?” Parker knew Olivia well enough to know if people let her down or didn’t comply exactly with her demands she’d walk away without a thought.
“Dragging out the same old stuff Parker, you really don’t have a clue about the person I am today. For the record, I’d send out a search party and that will be costly. I’ve written down my emergency cell number. No matter what, this will be answered.” Olivia threw the small blank card except for the number toward Parker.
“Ok, what if something happens and I need to contact you and you don’t answer?” Parker asked.
Olivia nodded accepting that might happen. “Call 555-7282. It’s the direct line to my associate Doctor West.”
“A doctor…wow, I’m impressed” When she saw Olivia’s cold hard stare in reaction to the question, Parker realized that her previous assumptions about Olivia’s partner were correct. “What exactly do I tell her?”
“Simple…you tell her that I told you to call her for help. She’ll be on the case immediately.”
“What if she doesn’t believe me?” she asked. Parker shook her head and added, “I’m not sure involving another party in the already complicated case is wise.”
Olivia stretched and found the pain in her shoulder bearable. “We worked out a code - mysteries of the universe.”
Parker softly laughed. Who the hell thought of that? “And if she’s not there?”
Exasperated, Olivia flung a disgusted look at Parker as she headed for the door. “Teal’s number is 555-8282 and her code is small but mighty.”
“Ok, I get the picture. I’ll only call them if I can’t contact you, right?”
“Precisely. Now, I need to go. Will you give my apologies to your parents? Tell your mom that I’ll see her soon.”
Never one to give in lightly, Parker had a final question. “Just out of interest, what’s your code?”
Olivia opened the door. “Give it a rest Parker, I’ll be in touch.” She smiled slightly as she closed the door. Her mind uttered the words Parker wanted to know - darker than dreams.
Chapter 17
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Sophie woke the next morning feeling more refreshed than she had in a long time. She stretched, closed her eyes and contemplated exactly why she felt so good. It has to do with Olivia Santos…how strange that is. She had a distinct dislike for the dark mysterious woman that arrived the night before, but the woman made her feel safe – extremely safe. Her thoughts turned to Parker and she smiled as she wondered about the obvious bond her friend had with the dark woman who arrived the night before. I wonder if they realize how much electricity they generate. Maybe today I will figure out just what their story is.
She got up and started dressing, but paused when she saw her reflection in the mirror. “Who do you think you’re kidding…you’re jealous of Olivia.” She snorted and shook her head. “You want Parker all for yourself.” She winked at her image. “And you shall have her.”
When Sophie entered the kitchen she said, “Something sure smells good.”
“Oh good morning dear,” Ruth said over her shoulder. “I’m making blueberry pancakes, they’re Olivia’s favorite.”
Sophie said, “Sounds good to me too. I didn’t hear either of them moving around.”
“That’s good. They both need a good long sleep. Did you see the dark circles under Olivia’s eyes? And, my Parker…I’ve never seen her so on edge. She’s usually really mellow when she comes home.” Ruth turned to face Sophie. “Olivia is just the cure she needs.”
A small polite smile crossed Sophie’s face. “It seems to me that they are really good friends.”
Ruth turned her attention back to the stove and flipped over a pancake. “At one time they were very close, but something happened and…well,” she sighed, “no need to dwell on the past. Olivia is here now and that is all that matters.”
Both women turned when they heard, “Good morning.” Parker stood in the doorway. “Mom, are those your famous blueberry pancakes?”
“Yes, I remember how much Olivia likes them,” Ruth said as she looked beyond her daughter. “Isn’t she up yet?”
Parker shook her head. “She had to leave early this morning. There was some sort of emergency. She said to tell you she’d see you soon.”
Unable to hide her disappointment, Ruth asked, “Did she get any sleep?”
“No, but I will call her later to
make sure she made it to
Sophie’s face lit up. “Yes, I had a wonderful rest. It is so calm and peaceful here that I feel more relaxed than I have in a long time.”
A genuine smile crept across Parker’s lips. “I’m glad you feel that way,” she said softly. “After breakfast I’ll show you around the place.”
Just then,
“Oh
A look of disgust crossed the
pregnant woman’s face. “Olivia,” she snorted. “I should have known.” She looked
around. “So where is the perfect
.
Later that morning Parker drove Sophie around the farm in her dad’s old Ford pickup. “Parker?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“I’d have to be deaf and dumb not to see that you and Olivia have a history.”
“I already told you that we were
partners on the
Sophie reached over and touched Parker’s arm. “That’s not what I meant,” she said softly.
The old truck came to a stop. “What exactly do you mean Sophie?” Parker’s eyes narrowed and locked Sophie with a scowl.
“You two have an undeniable chemistry,” said defiantly.
Parker did not intend on sharing anything about Olivia with the woman. “That’s not a subject that’s open for discussion.” She pursed her lips and nodded. “First you tell me about you and Camille.”
“She was my best friend…nothing more.”
The brown eyes refused to let go. “Now is not the time to lie to me Sophie.”
“Ok, we were lovers! Satisfied…is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Will you tell me about her?”
Sophie adjusted her position then looked out of the window. “Cammie always had a crush on me…she knew I didn’t feel the same.” She returned her gaze to Parker. “She took me in and we became lovers…more out of need on my part than love.” Her eyes filled with tears. “She had pictures of me at every stage of my life…I needed to feel connected and she gave me that.”
Parker’s defenses let down some and she put a comforting arm around Sophie. “We all do what we have to so we can survive,” she said softly.
“Is that what happened to you and Olivia?”
“No, I wish it were that easy.” Parker blew out a breath and sighed. I need to let O go…maybe its time to talk about her. “She is the love of my life.” She looked past Sophie to the distant trees. “She killed someone and I turned her in. I saw it as saving her she saw it as betrayal. Until I called her the other night, we haven’t spoken in ten years.” Their eyes met. “Just because you have a misunderstanding doesn’t mean you stop loving someone.”
“You still love her?”
Parker creased her forehead. “She’s moved on.”
Sophie let out a derisive laugh. “You may think she’s moved on, but from what I saw last night, that’s hard to believe.”
Parker put the old truck in gear and let out the clutch lurching it forward. “I don’t think so…she hates me!” she said. “Right now, the most important thing to me is keeping you safe. Olivia has ways of doing that and I don’t. Therefore it was necessary to involve her.”
Sophie grabbed the dashboard as they bumped along the dirt road. “What do you mean?”
Once again, Parker pressed the brake pedal and stopped the truck. “I wish I could , but I can’t guarantee that you’ll be safe until the conditions of your grandmother’s will are met. Over the years, I’ve kept track of Olivia and I know that she possesses contacts, resources and skills that I don’t.”
Sophie’s mind flashed back to the morning and how safe she felt knowing Olivia was there. “Can’t ask for much more can I?”
“Neither of us can,” was Parker’s soft reply.
Chapter 18
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Olivia parked the motorcycle in its designated bay within the warehouse apartment complex she called home. Exhausted head to toe, she blew out a breath and then chuckled as she recalled Teal’s account of rescuing Amelia. Teal spoke with Sister Angelica when she collected Amelia and the negativity that the order felt about the depravation of one of their own was unmistakable. Although Amelia had given up the order, Teal had the distinct impression of once a nun always a nun. One of their own waking up in the convent with a hang over hadn’t settled well with any of them…especially Amelia. The downside of Amelia’s adventure was that she was in no condition to work and Teal had to scramble to cancel all her appointments. I can see it all now, Teal in a spin and Amelia with a face as long as a wet weekend, wish I’d been there.
When she dismounted the bike, Olivia winced at the pain in her shoulder. It’s getting worse. Damn, I’ll need to go to the doctor and get it looked at. Maybe I should’ve have taken Parker up on the offer of a doctor. A part of her was wary of the new situation of Parker back in her life, while another felt its rightness. She walked over to the central console and checked for the email she was expecting from her associates. As predictable as always, her private, secure inbox was flashing. Should I look at the mail or find Amelia…choices…choices. The mail won out as her fingers raced over the keyboard entering her code. She saw the familiar name and opened the message.
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The package you forwarded is secure.
No sign of the other package…will continue to monitor for its arrival.
Expect imminent danger. Old partner now part of the equation.
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In deep thought, Olivia stroked a hand down her chin as her eyes scanned the mail. It wasn’t until she heard the rattle of shoes on the metal staircase that she became aware of another’s presence.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you,” Amelia remarked in a cool voice. Amelia allowed her eyes to wander over every inch of the woman she thought trusted her as a friend - she saw a stranger.
Olivia closed her eyes. I wonder how sensitive a chat this is going to be, she thought before swinging around to face the woman. “No, I came back earlier than expected. I heard you were partying last night?” She tried a smile and it froze on her face as angry glittering eyes caught her gaze.
Amelia’s lips curled in snarl. “It’s none of your business if I chose to party or not! What I do in my own time is my affair! I hope you didn’t make a special journey to keep me out of trouble because, I don’t need your help.”
Ok, this isn’t going to be sensitive…it will be more like a head bashing against a wall talk. Right now, I can do without that. “I believe you have a message for me?” Olivia asked quietly.
As if in a Mexican standoff, brown locked with blue. They held each other that way for a few moments while all the senses in their bodies responded to the raw charge passing between them. Amelia was the first to drag her eyes away, as she looked every where but at Olivia.
“A friend of yours…no, let me rephrase that, a girlfriend of yours…Jerry. Yes, that was her name, would like you to call her. She said to tell you that the bed was cold without you in it.” The coolness of the words belied her rapidly beating heart or her pent up anxiety. Once she had confronted Olivia with the information, she felt her shoulders drop in relief as she turned her head away.
Without thinking, Olivia moved quickly and had to suck in a deep breath as the pain in her shoulder hit her hard. “Thank you. Is that all you wanted to say to me?”
Not realizing that Olivia was in such close proximity, Amelia spun around and the sensual overload it caused had her taking in a sharp breath. “I’d like to know just one thing…why Olivia?”
When Olivia saw Amelia’s brown eyes fill with anguish and plead for understanding, she bitterly regretted her act of omission. It wasn’t Amelia’s words, but the expression of betrayal in her eyes that cut her to her heart. I know damn well, how that feels. It hurts to the core of your very being. “I won’t insult your intelligence by asking exactly what you’re talking about Amelia. I didn’t think it mattered who I slept with or what my sexual orientation was. We’re friends Amelia and business partners. What we both do in our private lives, as you rightly pointed out, isn’t either of our businesses.”
Amelia growled her irritation. “Damn you Olivia, that’s a cop out. You can do better than that…I deserve better.”
“Do you? What gives you the right to judge me? Have I ever asked you who you preferred to go to bed with or why you decided celibacy was for you. Isn’t me being me enough for you Amelia? If we are true friends, it should be.”
Amelia stepped back as if Olivia had slapped her. She’s right…why does it matter. “I have a headache, I’m going to take a nap.”
Olivia watched as Amelia took several steps knowing that it wasn’t the end of the conversation - it was the beginning. “I’d never bring anyone here that would make you embarrassed Amelia…if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Amelia felt her back go ramrod straight. “I can’t have this conversation now Olivia.” She lightly pressed her hand against her churning stomach hoping to quell the emotional upheaval she felt.
“Ok, maybe we should table it for good.” Olivia watched as Amelia silently strode to her bedroom and slammed the door. Hmm, that wasn’t so bad. Man, she looked terrible. Hangovers can be a bitch. She returned to the console, flicked on the speaker phone and deftly dialed a number. I need to get Parker away from the farm and some place safe. I owe her that much. Then I’ll take care of Amelia…I know just the remedy. An indulgent smile hovered on her lips as she shook her head as the picture of Amelia drunk and singing karaoke entered her head again.
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Parker heard her phone ring and raced out of the bathroom naked. “Hello,” she said breathlessly.
“It rang six times. I thought I told you to have the phone with you at all times,” the low smoky voice said.
“I was in the shower. Did you expect me to take it into the bathroom?”
Olivia considered switching off the speakerphone, but when she glanced in the direction of the firmly shut door, she left it on. She needed to walk around to reign in her anger. “Frankly, yes.”
“Well, I’m sorry Olivia, but you did say you’d call in twenty-four hours and I thought I’d at least have time for a shower.”
“Well, you don’t have time. For the record, you must do as I say and keep that phone with you twenty-four seven. When I call, I expect an immediate answer and not wait for you to answer as you see fit,” Olivia angrily retorted.
What the hell did I do? “Hey, I don’t treat you that way, so knock it off! Who rattled your cage anyway?” Parker said tersely.
Olivia snorted like a bull in a rage, at the confident way that Parker seemed to assume that the last ten years never happened - they had. “I’m not in a cage Parker, never have been…never will be. You think you know me so well don’t you…well think again!” she spit out angrily. “Are you ready to leave?”
Sophie opened the door and said, “Hey Parker do you think…” She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the naked woman. Wow, naked woman are everywhere around here. Her eyes gave Parker a deliberate once over. Not bad…not bad at all. “Sorry,” she said. When their eyes met and she saw the anger, she backed out of the room.
Parker felt her jaw torque in anger. “Listen, I never said I think I know you…in fact…oh screw this, I should have known better than to call you.” She ground her teeth. “Just forget it Olivia! I’m sorry to have bothered you!”
“If you put the phone down on me Parker it’s the last thing you’ll ever do,” Olivia threatened. She closed her eyes and tried to put the lid on the angry emotions that boiled over into the conversation with Parker.
Parker blew out several breaths before she answered. She decided an angry retort of - what are you going to do kill me too - would be pointless. “I need your help O,” she said in a calm, measured voice. “Either you want to help or not…it’s your call.”
It
would be so easy to walk away and leave Parker to her own devices. She’s given
me the perfect out. She closed her eyes.
You always did that Parker. Even when I killed the DA, you gave me an out -
turn myself in. She opened her eyes and turned them to the closed door of
her friend and business partner. What
would you do Amelia? Abandon the innocent because of a personal argument - highly
unlikely. I guess even if you never
speak to me again that I’ll follow your path of doing the right thing for the
right reasons. In a much calmer tone she said, “I want you and Sophie to
leave the farm by the morning and arrive outside our old precinct in
Parker felt tears well up before they cascaded down her cheeks and she angrily swiped one away. “Thank you. We should be there by two…three at the latest. I don’t drive as fast as you,” she said with a forced laugh.
Glad for the relief that allowed her facial muscles to change from a frown, Olivia smiled. “That’s good to hear. If you speed and had an accident on the way here, I might feel guilty,” she said with a softer voice.
“One thing you can count on O, is my driving safely.”
“I’m sure there are other talents of yours I can count on and before this is over we’ll need them all. When you get here I’ll update you fully on the situation your friend and you are in.” Olivia mentally decided in those few seconds that it was pointless not using Parker’s skills. I never like to waste resources.
“Sounds good,” Parker said as she bit her lip in thought. “O…”
You never disappoint me do you Parker…you always want to know more. “Yes?”
“Thank you for giving me a chance.
I know you and I have issues and you have every reason not to help me.” She
paused. “I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate everything you’re
doing.” She added softly, “When you got here last night I could tell you were
spent. Then, you turned around and drove back to
A door opened and Olivia watched as Amelia moved in her direction. Tired doesn’t even come close, exhaustion would be a better choice of word. “Save it Parker for when you get here.” Amelia stopped and stood near Olivia and allowed a hiss to escape. Olivia looked up at Amelia in query. “Anything I can help you with Amelia? I’m nearly finished here.”
Amelia glared at her. “I can’t believe that you’re inviting a strange woman here! You said you wouldn’t?”
Parker listened wide-eyed to the conversation Olivia was having with another woman. That must be her new love interest.
“I’m on the phone with a client, can we talk afterwards please?” Olivia asked distracted between business and personal problems along with her waning physical and mental state.
Amelia retaliated, “Even though you lied to me, I was prepared to trust you Olivia I really was. It certainly didn’t take you long to arrange a rendezvous…I think you’ve a compulsion,”
Olivia took umbrage to the remark and turned to face Amelia squarely. “Compulsive, me! Give me a break! You’re the compulsive one in this partnership, ask anyone.”
Fascinated by the conversation, Parker noted Olivia’s mood. I remember how she would come back to the apartment and I’d always know by the tone of her voice what her physical condition was. It’s clear that she’s exhausted, in pain and she cares about this woman named Amelia. Wonder why they are arguing about me…I’m certainly no threat. Olivia has made that clear enough.
The headache that caused Amelia to return to the room for medication was pounding like a thousand drums in her head. She sucked in a deep breath before replying. “You have the nerve to say that to me…me! I’m not the one who labels every damn thing in the place and has to have every room just so. If I put a magazine in the wrong spot on the coffee table, you have to move it to the magazine rack. I can’t even have my personal knick-knacks in the bathroom because you need it orderly. I call that compulsive. Take it from me that I know these things if you remember what I do for a living.”
Olivia angrily bit out, “If you feel that way why didn’t you tell me that I irritate you. Oh, and you could always leave you know…I’m not holding you prisoner.”
Amelia felt outrage at the answer. Oh, she wants me to leave now so she can have a string of girlfriends over. “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Then, you can have girls over anytime you please.”
Not for the first time, Parker felt like a voyeur and wondered how to let Olivia know she was privy to the conversation. She smiled. She always tells me not to get involved personally. She snickered. From the sound of it, she’s in hook, line and sinker. Maybe I can cough or clear my throat or sneeze…that would be subtle. The little devil on her shoulder said, go ahead do it and she coughed loudly.
Distracted by the sound from the loudspeaker, Olivia realized that Parker was privy to the spat she was having with Amelia. Crap that’s all I need. But, she has given me a great idea. “You know, I love…the way your mind works. Have I ever told you that? Give me a minute please.” She saw the look in Amelia’s eyes and added, “Just don’t argue ok.”
Stunned, Amelia nodded mechanically as she wondered where did that come from? Nevertheless, she felt the words send a soothing balm over her ruffled emotions.
Olivia took a deep breath. So help me if you say anything Parker, she thought before returning to the conversation. “Do you understand my instructions Parker?”
Parker smiled. She knew what Olivia really meant - keep your mouth shut. “Yep, I understand them perfectly. See you tomorrow.” When she closed the phone and felt a chill run over her body and her eyes open widened. Shit, Sophie saw me naked.
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Olivia shut off the connection and paused for a moment. “I understand why you’re upset with me Amelia. Believe me I do.”
Amelia heard the sincerity in the words. The few seconds of patience she exercised as Olivia finished her phone conversation settled her nerves enough to speak in what she thought was a logical way. “It’s like you don’t trust me. Do you know how hurt I was finding out like that? I really thought you and I could say anything to each other.”
Yeah, but you find my ways irritating and have never mentioned it. It works both ways my friend. Olivia grinned. “Yeah, I heard you got stoned in a bar across the street and gave a mean karaoke.”
A hint of a smile traced Amelia’s lips. “Apparently so, I think I scandalized the bar when the Sisters arrived to collect me. I’m not sure who was more surprised, them or the nuns.” Moving closer to Olivia, she placed a hand on her shoulder and immediately Olivia winced. “You’re hurt?”
With a frown, Olivia nodded. “Yeah, I have to get to the doctor. Want to drive me and we can discuss the case? I’m gonna need your help.”
Amelia felt her world right again as the previous disagreement pushed to the back of the queue. This is how it works between us - nothing else is important. “Sure, but we need to collect my car from the bar’s parking lot.”
“We’ll take the jeep.” Olivia reached for the keys and handed them to Amelia.
Wide-eyed, Amelia stared at the keys. “You’re going to trust me with the black monster?”
Olivia softly replied, “Yeah and with a lot more.” She walked along side Amelia and allowed her to open the door to the door for her. “I think you named it the Shrek case. I’d like your take on the situation.”
Chapter 19
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That night, as she discussed with Sophie, Olivia’s call, Parker avoided the woman’s eyes. Speaking with Olivia while undressed was so familiar to her that she tuned out everything else. The last thing she ever expected to happen was for Sophie to see her naked. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Sophie wanted more than a business relationship. That can’t happen. Especially not now - Olivia is back.
On the other hand, for Sophie, seeing Parker’s buff body only solidified the notion that she wanted to get her into her bed. She leaned into the woman next to her and allowed her breast to rest on Parker’s arm. “Hmm,” she whispered, “this is nice.”
Parker moved as close to the couch’s arm as she could - Sophie moved closer. “We’ll need to leave first thing in the morning and that means we pack tonight and get the car loaded up.”
When Parker turned her head, Sophie leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was exactly as she expected – warm wet and sensual. “Shall we move into the bedroom?” Sophie asked.
To her surprise, Parker said, “No.”
She ran her finger along Parker’s lips. “Just you and I snuggled together making love…how divine,” she cooed. “Come on, I promise you will love every minute. All we have to do is lock the door and no one will know.”
“I will,” Parker said as she stood up and moved away from the woman. “We need to get some sleep it will be a long day tomorrow.”
“It’s all the more reason why we should sleep together so we will be well rested in every way when we set out.”
“Sophie, it is my responsibility to keep you safe. In order to do that effectively, I must keep my emotions in check. Having sex with you will not make me emotionally distant; it will distract me from what I need to do to be successful. If I allow myself to go to bed with you, I will have to tell you to find someone else to protect you. Is that what you want?”
Sophie folded her arms across her chest and stuck out a lip. She let her gaze hungrily ravage Parker’s body lingering over her breasts and crotch. “What I want is to make love with you all night long.”
“That will not happen. Who knows, maybe after we get whoever is trying to kill you and get evidence on your stepmother I will take you up on it…but not tonight.”
“Fine,” Sophie said before she stomped away. Over her shoulder she said, “It’s your loss Parker.”
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Now in the car, Sophie looked out
the window ruminating about why Parker refused to sleep with her. Anyone can see she still has feelings for
Olivia. Well we shall see about that…when I want something I get it and Parker
Parker suspected that Sophie’s
outburst was a result of her refusal to sleep with Sophie the night before. That doesn’t matter - all focus has to be on
getting to
“I took care of myself just fine thank you,” Sophie spat.
“By pitching a fit when you didn’t get your way or had to pick up and leave when you thought you were spotted?” Parker shook her head. “I sure read you wrong Sophie.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“I thought you needed help…protection. Just how did you manage to stay hidden for all that time Sophie? By finding some idiot like me or Camille to hook up with until you grew tired of them.”
“Stop the car!” Sophie screamed. “Stop it right now! How dare you insinuate that I used Cammie? For god’s sake she was murdered because of me!”
Parker knew her foul mood for the last twelve hours was directly associated with the conversation she had with Olivia. Why do I let her get under my skin? She glanced over at Sophie who had tears running down her cheeks. “Listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to leave either.”
“Then why have we?” Sophie whispered. “I liked being at the farm…and I liked getting to know you.” She pressed two fingers against her eyes in an attempt to stave off the tears. “All the time I’ve been hiding, I never had anyone to protect me until Cammie.” She blew her nose and turned watery eyes on the driver. “I like it…being taken care of…no one ever did that before.”
“I thought your grandmother took care of you.”
“Being responsible for someone doesn’t mean you care about them,” she whispered. “I guess my grandmother loved me, but I was more of an after thought than anything else.”
“Didn’t she protect you from your father?”
“No, I was a pawn in their chess game for the queen.” She rested her head against the back of the seat and closed her eyes. “When my grandmother left me everything, it was checkmate for that gave me control over all her businesses. Essentially, I became my father’s boss.” She turned her head and watched the passing trees.
“I don’t understand. If you own everything why did you leave…who’s minding the store?”
Sophie laughed. “There are CEO’s, CFO’s and all kinds of lawyers to do that.” She shrugged. “You see, the final twist in their chess game was the codicil to the will. In her own warped way, I think grandmother wanted to tempt my dad into finding a way of getting rid of me.”
Parker frowned as she tried to digest all that Sophie said. “I can’t believe that…why would she do that?”
”She always blamed him for my mother’s death and wanted him to pay. That’s why she left it all to me. My grandmother loved to manipulate people and situations…she was a master in doing that. Even in death, she’s still has control.” Sophie wiped the tears from her cheek with her hand. “I’m tired of running…I just want this all to be over…the best thing for me to do is go back to Philly and deal with it.”
With a slight turn of the wheel, Parker guided the car to the shoulder and stopped. “Look at me Sophie.” When she refused to make eye contact, Parker placed a hand on Sophie’s cheek and gently turned her head. “No one is going to harm you in anyway.”
“How can you say that? They murdered Cammie didn’t they? It’s very likely they will do the same thing to me.”
“Not on my watch,” Parker said
firmly. “They will expect you to be in
“How do you know that and why does she have to be involved.”
“Because she’s the best and right now that is what you need. Trust me, Olivia wouldn’t tell me to come there right away if she didn’t have a place for you to stay.” Parker stroked Sophie’s cheek. “I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”
Sophie closed her eyes and leaned into the hand. “At this point, I am too tired of running away to argue anymore.” She opened her eyes and looked at Parker. “I do trust you though.”
“Glad to hear it. Now, let’s get a move on…I don’t want to be late.”
As Parker put the car in gear and started down the highway again, Sophie said, “Late, can’t keep her waiting can we?”
“Not if we want her help.”
”That sounds like an ultimatum to me.”
“Take it anyway you want Sophie,” Parker said. “But, that is what we are doing.”
Sophie just looked at Parker who kept her eyes on the road. I wonder if she realizes how intense the issues between them are. She leaned back, yawned and closed her eyes. Will this ever end she thought before sleep overtook her.
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..
Sophie’s eyes opened and for a
moment - she didn’t know where she was. Oh
yeah, we’re on our way back to
Parker looked over and smiled. “Did you get a good sleep in?”
Sophie shook her head and said, “I’m hungry maybe we can stop at Good Eats and have some of Dolly’s wonderful chicken noodle soup.”
“We can’t do that.”
“Why not? Your friend Olivia said she’d taken care of that man.”
“That guy worked with someone Sophie and he might be there. If you show up in town then everyone there that you care about will be in jeopardy.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Hey, I want to apologize for acting like a brat earlier.” A weak smile crossed her lips. “I…I just feel like I don’t have any control.”
“Do you want me to back off?”
Sophie reached over and touched Parker’s arm. “No, I want you on my side…you make me feel safe.”
Parker briefly looked at the woman next to her. “In about thirty miles or so there’s a decent place to eat.” She looked at the dashboard clock. “We are making good time and I think we both will need to stretch our legs by then.”
Sophie’s face lit up. “You know, a big juicy hamburger with greasy french-fries sounds really good to me.”
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Parker watched with amusement as Sophie finished off the last of her double cheeseburger. “Where do you put all that?” she asked with a laugh.
“Are you going to eat your pickle?”
“No, go ahead and take it.”
“I just love pickles,” she said as she snagged the pickle.
With a laugh, Parker picked up the check. “Then it’s a good thing you’re with me.”
Sophie reached across and plucked the check out of Parker’s fingers. “This one is on me.” When she saw a touch of irritation in Parker’s eyes she said, “Please let me do this for you.” She batted her eyes. “It’s the least I can do…you’ve done so much for me.”
“Ok, but you know I’m still using the money your stepmother gave me and it only seems fitting that she pay for your meal.”
“Thanks, but no thanks,” Sophie said as she fished her wallet out of her bag. “I’d just as soon not have anything to do with her.”
“I can understand that.” With a quick glance at her watch, Parker said, “I don’t want to be late so we’d better get a move on.”
Once they were back in the car and
heading toward
Parker ground her teeth, looked at the road ahead and looked in the rearview mirror. After thirty minutes of silence she said, “I don’t want her angry with me.”
“Is she that important to you?”
Parker blew out a breath. “It’s complicated. I want her to help us and if we are late she might not.”
“We don’t need her Parker. We can just drive west and see what’s out there. I bet we can make two months pass by real quickly that way.”
“Do you honestly think that after chasing you down for ten months she will suddenly stop? The next two months will be crunch time for her…going west will not stop her,” she said. “You don’t know it yet Sophie, but we will need Olivia if we are to stop your stepmother’s plans.”
“I bet you are just good as she is.”
Parker looked over at her passenger. “No, I ’m not Sophie…I don’t have the stomach for what she can do or her resources.”
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Parker guided her car through the streets of Portsmouth to the place she once worked. She pulled the vehicle into a spot directly opposite the building. “We’re here,” she said. “Nothing seems to have changed since I was here last.” She pointed to a window. “See that window up there on the third floor? O and I used to work there.”
Sophie heard the fondness in her companion’s voice when she spoke of the past. “You miss it don’t you?”
Brown eyes captured blue. “Sometimes, but…everything just went bad. It’s kind of hard to think of the good times and not be reminded of the bad.” She held up her cell. “I guess I better call. O will be surprised that I’m here early.” She dialed Olivia’s private number and frowned when she got voice mail. “That’s strange she said she always answers that number.” She dialed 555-7282 and when she heard ‘hello’ she said, “Dr. West this is Parker Davis. Olivia told me to call you if I couldn’t reach her…she said to say mysteries of the universe.”
Amelia smiled at the code. Another of Olivia’s quirks. “Hello Ms. Davis, you made good time, Olivia didn’t expect your arrival for at least another hour or so.”
“Sorry,” she said feeling stupid. “Olivia is such a stickler for promptness and I arrive early.” Shit! All I need is to piss her off because I’m early. “Should I wait until she can speak with me?”
Amelia felt her face contort in surprise as her lips tugged into a smile. “I hardly think the fact that you made good time warrants you having to wait.” Amelia chuckled then added, “I see you know Olivia pretty well?”
“Ah, yeah I guess I do.” Damn, I hate not knowing the person I’m dealing with. “Are you the one I need to speak to about what we should do next?’
The tentative question made Amelia smile even more. Hmm maybe she’s afraid of Olivia…she can have that effect on people. “Yes, I can deal with the next stage of the journey. Is the car you’re driving a rental?”
“No, why?” She looked toward Sophie who raised her eyebrows and smiled before mouthing, what’s going on? Parker shook her head and held up one finger. “I’m getting directions,” she whispered holding her hand over the mouthpiece.
Amelia frowned, “I hope you’re not very fond of it. Olivia wants you to leave it in a no parking zone and wait near the inside entrance of the library across the street from the precinct.”
She glanced down the street and saw the library. “Sure, no problem the car is a junker that I picked up a week ago under an assumed name…no loss to me. Will we meet you in the library then?”
“Yes, I’ve been given your descriptions by Olivia.” Quickly checking the time, Amelia continued. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes tops.”
“Ok, can you make that thirty minutes, I need to wipe the car down.”
Amelia laughed, “I was supposed to remind you of that if you hadn’t mentioned it. I’ll see you and Ms. Durant shortly, goodbye Ms. Davis.”
Parker felt her blood pressure rise. Does she think I am stupid! Of course, I know not to leave any traces behind. She ended the call and turned to Sophie. “We need to go to the bus station and stow our bags in a locker then move the car and make sure that we leave nothing behind that could lead to either of us.”
“Then what,” Sophie asked as she took the plastic gloves that Parker handed her.
“We go to the library.” She rummaged through a bag in the back seat and pulled out her blonde wig. “Put this on and wear your sunglasses…we can’t take any chances.”
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The call Amelia received from the Davis woman was earlier than Olivia expected. When Amelia asked about the timing of their arrival, Olivia sarcastically called Parker a tortoise on wheels. You were wrong Olivia. I’d call her more like a race driver. She turned her head and glanced at the half open door of the room where Olivia was soundly sleeping. I half expected you to wake up when I was speaking. I knew you were tired, but I think it is more like total exhaustion. Well, I have it covered now and when you get up, they’ll be here. Selecting the keys for her vehicle, she headed for the car and the library.
Twenty-five minutes later, having found parking almost impossible, Amelia entered the library and glanced around for the two women. When she saw them, she almost burst out laughing at their absurd garb.
With amusement brimming from her eyes, she headed to the two women sitting on a bench trying to appear nonchalant. In those get ups, I bet they receive interesting stares. Seconds later, she stood in front of them. “Hi, do you have the time please?”
Parker couldn’t believe her eyes when she looked up at the woman who asked the time. She attempted to speak, but words would not find their way out of her mouth. I can’t believe it, I know her! Crap, I hope she isn’t the person we are to meet.
“It’s
Amelia smiled. “Thanks. I said I’d meet some friends here in thirty minutes and I’m five minutes early. You couldn’t point me in the direction of the bathroom could you?”
All Parker could do was stare. What’s wrong with me? Snap out of it! “Hmm, yes, I believe it’s down that way,” she said pointing toward the center of the library. “Actually we were going that way, why don’t I show you?”
As she smiled her gratitude, Amelia had a distinct impression she’d seen the woman before. It’s the eyes – hmm, I don’t remember ever meeting anyone by either of their names before. As they walked at a steady pace toward the bathroom, Amelia searched the area for any evidence that anyone was following them – she saw none.
“I’ve been watching everyone since we arrived and I don’t see any threat,” the taller of the two women whispered before she opened the bathroom door.
Once inside, Amelia watched as the taller one checked for any evidence that anyone else was inside - there wasn’t.
“It’s safe,” Parker said before extending her hand. “I’m Parker Davis and this is Sophie Durant.”
Unable to suppress the laughter anymore, Amelia giggled as she shook each of the woman’s hands. “I figured you were Ms. Davis.” She smiled thinly. “When we entered the bathroom, you reminded me of Olivia.”
With her eyebrows creased, Parker cocked her head. “I do?” She shrugged. “Never saw the resemblance.”
Sophie irritated by the woman’s laugh asked, “Exactly what is so funny?”
“Actually it isn’t the resemblance. Hell would have to freeze over before Olivia would look like the two ugly sisters.” She looked at Parker. ”It’s the way you checked out the room - she does it everywhere we go. I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself properly, I’m Doctor West…Amelia West.” Amelia grinned as she shook her head at the disguises again.
“I hope you don’t take exception to our apparel my dear Dr. West. I’ll have you know that some of the finest designers of our time made them.” Parker grinned and waved her hand down her body then did the same to Sophie. “As you can see, we are dressed for a night of partying.
“Yeah, and I am the blonde bombshell of the pair,” Sophie offered.
Those eyes again they are so familiar. Amelia giggled at the repartee from the one called Parker Davis. Sophie Durant was a little drier, but who wouldn’t be in her position. “I’m afraid all I can offer you are three square meals a day and a bed. The partying is more Olivia’s forte.”
Parker laughed. “Your offer is exactly what I am looking for Dr. West.” She felt Sophie touch her arm. “My friend Sophie is more the party type.”
Sophie slapped Parker’s arm. “I am not.” Then she chuckled. “Well if the company is right…”
Amelia saw the interaction and mentally noted their body language toward each other. “I’ll let Olivia show you the sites…you can ask her anyway. We need to go now. My car is parked in the furthest part of the lot so I’m afraid so we have a fair walk.”
Just then, the bathroom door opened and Parker instinctively put herself between the door and the two women. When an elderly woman walked in, she relaxed her stance. “No problem with a long walk,” she said. “We need to get Sophie out of the public view,” she whispered as she held the door open.
As they walked rapidly toward her car, Amelia glanced again at the disguises. “If I were you I’d removed the …” she pointed to the extra clothing. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want Olivia seeing you like that,” she said quietly so that only Parker could hear.
For a moment, Parker felt taken aback by the off handed comment. Does she know about our history? She looked at Sophie who was walking ahead of her. I guess we do look rather ridiculous, but it was all I could come up with at the last minute. “Dr. West, we left our bags in a locker at the bus station. We can change into our regular clothes there.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now. Either Olivia or I will collect your belongings later.” She looked at the two again and smiled before shook her head. “Never mind, Olivia could do with some light relief when she sees you.” Once she opened her vehicle, she motioned for them to get in. “Let’s go home shall we.”
Chapter 20
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A buzzing noise woke Olivia out of her dreamless sleep. Disorientated, she looked around to verify that she was actually in her own home - she was. Why didn’t I go to bed?
In a slow fluid movement, she raised herself from the sofa and flexed her back cautiously. The sharp pain in her shoulder had diminished to a dull thud. In its place, was tightness from five stitches that she received the previous day. I can live with that. Just as well, I’m a quick healer.
Must be Amelia, I wonder how long I’ve slept? Doesn’t matter I feel a hundred times better than I did. Olivia glanced at her attire of shorts and a cropped Navy t-shirt. Amelia insisted I chill for a few hours and I did that. As her eye caught the time, she gaped in amazement it was almost two. Lunch…she’s probably gone out for lunch. Then she reached for her cell frowning as she saw the reference to a missed call. It was Parker’s number. Crap now she’s going to crow that I don’t answer my damn phone.
What she hadn’t expected when she approached Amelia’s car, was two other figures in the vehicle. Goddamn it, who are they? Her eyes took in the ridiculous clothing and accessories that she was sure were a throw back to the sixties. Oh no, that trip to the convent brought out her old habit of helping the down and outs. This is probably her way of atonement. Well, I promised no girlfriends so she can promise no charity cases in our home.
Amelia stepped out of the vehicle. “Hi there, good you’re awake. Did you sleep ok? How’s the shoulder?”
Olivia frowned slightly. More to the point, who are your new friends? “I’m good, you should have woken me,” she replied levelly.
“I guess I should have.” She walked around the vehicle and stood within a foot of Olivia. A soft sigh of appreciation passed her lips as she felt her friend’s strong aura envelope her. Good, she looks back to normal. Then she captured Olivia’s eyes. “You needed the rest. I figured I could handle this.” She motioned for the two women in the car to get out.
“Handle what?” Olivia tore her eyes from Amelia and scrutinized the women exiting the car. Her eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets as she realized who they were. “Oh my god I don’t believe it - Parker!” Her hands waved over the outfits. “What the hell is all this about?”
Parker was in a state of disbelief for a completely different reason. On the journey to the safe house, she’d asked Amelia about the place they were going.
*
“Oh you’ll be fine it’s the safest place in this town and probably the state. I should know since I live there.” Amelia grinned as she negotiated the turn toward the building.
Parker frowned. So, she’s the Amelia I heard Olivia arguing with. I knew that Olivia lived with someone...but this woman. Hmm, I need to find out more. “You’re allowing us to move into your place? Did Olivia mention that we’re in trouble?” When she saw the car drive up to the building she knew was Olivia’s, she smiled. Exactly where I hoped she’d put us.
Amelia replied casually, “Of course.” She pressed the button on her dashboard that would de-activate the security in the building and allow them entrance.
Parker glanced at Sophie who gave a bemused expression at the turn of events. I wouldn’t want to put up strangers in my home…especially fugitives. Sophie casually asked, “Do you live alone? I guess with all this security this can’t be a safe area.”
This time Amelia laughed as the doors began to open, “It’s a great neighborhood, very friendly. My partner is a security guru…you’ll see and understand shortly.”
*
Parker couldn’t believe that Olivia was standing there. She said partner. Is Amelia Olivia’s partner as in partner? The reference to their dress made her grind her teeth in irritation. She turned to Amelia and asked, “If someone asked you to describe either Sophie or myself what would you say?”
Amelia gave her a strange thoughtful glance as she considered the question. A rather odd question really, hmm what do I think. “I would say…that on reflection…”
“Amelia for god’s sake stop beating about the bush, they look like a pair of clowns. Where on earth did you learn to dress like that Parker? That look went out with the sixties,” Olivia snapped. I can’t believe Amelia went out and got them without telling me. Apparently, she didn’t understand how dangerous this is when I explained the case.
Parker shook her head at the rejoinder. “Amelia, will you shut your eyes please.”
Amelia shook her head in amusement. I’m not getting into a spat between those two. “Look, I could do with some refreshment and I’m sure Sophie could too.” Amelia smiled at the silent woman then back to the belligerent attitude of Parker. “Ok, ok. If this is a game between you two, let’s get it over with shall we. I’ve shut my eyes…now what?”
Parker smiled her satisfaction then reached out and touched Amelia’s arm. “What color are Sophie’s eyes? Is her face round, thin, fat, pock marked or smooth? How tall am I?”
Olivia initially watched the exchange with boredom then, when Parker touched Amelia, she felt her hackles rise. You are not going there Parker so don’t even try!
Amelia pulled out every damn file she had on memory of the two women and for the life of her couldn’t actually recall their real features. “I think you’re both around…my height, average kind of build that kind of thing?” She opened her eyes and smiled. “Ah, I see. I get the message, but it wasn’t me who said anything about your attire.”
Parker laughed. “Remember your old motto Olivia? Dress so they don’t recognize your face.”
A scowl replaced the bored expression on Olivia’s face as she tightly replied, “We all use our skills as we see fit and that was never my motto. You made good time…what happened, did you finally find a decent car that allowed you to drive the speed limit,” she said sarcastically.
Amelia watched the stand off. Oh, she’s mad now that’s interesting. The
In an effort to calm herself, Parker drew in a deep breath and looked at Amelia. “I thought I heard something about refreshments.” Then she turned her attention toward Olivia. “I won’t speak of your habits if you don’t speak of mine."
Amelia grinned and turned to Sophie. “Would you like to freshen up Sophie? We can leave these two to argue about goodness knows what. I’m sure I have something else for you to wear.” When she saw Sophie smile she added, “Then maybe we can all settled down and relax for a minute.”
Olivia totally ignored the comment and retorted tightly, “I’ve got work to do.” She turned on her heel toward the center console and sat.
This is really too much to take in, Sophie thought. I see that the animosity between Parker and Olivia is still the same. I do like Amelia though. “Yeah, thanks I’d like that.” As they walked away, Sophie said, “You really don’t like this get-up do you?” Both women laughed and went into Amelia’s room.
Standing alone, Parker watched Olivia at what she assumed was the hub of the building’s security. It was clear to her that Olivia didn’t want her there. All the words that had gone unspoken over the last ten years screamed for release. What I wouldn’t give to see that look you saved just for me in your eyes again. She closed her eyes and sucked in a breath. I’m crazy for allowing these feeling to surface again. She looked at the woman hunched over a keyboard again. For the umpteenth time I’ll let you go O … I can do that. Sure I can…yeah right. She heard Amelia and Sophie laughing and smiled as she turned away from Olivia and went to join them.
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After a delicious meal, Amelia, Parker and Sophie sat on a comfortable couch listening to relaxing music. From Amelia’s point of view, the meal progressed remarkably cordially after Olivia decided to be pleasant toward their guests. It’s only because I goaded her into it while we made dinner together. She looked in Parker’s direction and saw her casting a glance in the direction of the closed door. They’re all the same. “Hey Parker, why don’t you go ask Olivia if she wants to join us for coffee. I’m sure she’s checking on her mail or something like that.
I’m not sure I want her to join us. I don’t know if I’m up for another sparring match. She looked at Amelia and smiled. “You have great taste in music Amelia. What piece is this? I don’t believe I’ve ever heard it before.”
Music was one of Olivia’s favorite leisure activities and one that they shared. One of the few things we do have in common. “It’s wonderful isn’t it? Rachmaninov’s-piano concerto number two. Actually, both Olivia and I love it…she bought it for me one Saturday at a classical music fair about a year ago.” As she recalled the memory, a wistful expression crossed her face.
“Will you two excuse me,” Sophie remarked. She rolled her eyes and shook her head at Parker’s unsubtle flattery. “I need to use the bathroom.”
Parker carelessly threw back, “Don’t be long,” before turning back to Amelia. The woman’s fond words about Olivia made her feel a bit of jealousy. I’m not sure which one I’m jealous of…O or Amelia. “Are you and Olivia partners in every sense of the word?” she blurted out.
“Well yes, I guess we are. We are business partners and we live together and share the daily stuff around the place except for the security…that’s all Olivia’s.” Amelia answered innocently. She was unaware of the meaning behind every sense of the word. “Would you believe that I’ve even taught her how to cook the odd dish?”
All Parker could do was smile at the woman’s apparent naiveté. “The Olivia I knew never entered a kitchen unless it was to have a meal.” She eyed Amelia. “Do you find it hard to work together and live together at the same time? I know it was hard for me and my partner to do that.”
Sophie stood at the edge of the room listening to Parker’s pitiful attempts to find out if Olivia and Amelia were lovers. I’m not even annoyed with her. The way those two look at each other, Parker hasn’t a cat in hell’s chance of coming between them. She coughed and when they both looked at her, she said, “I think Parker wants to know if you and Olivia are lovers.”
It was a like a punch to the stomach on a raw wound. Amelia realized that the association she had of partner was in total contrast to what the other women did. Is that what they think? Olivia and I are sleeping together as well as…oh no I’m an idiot of course that’s what most people think who know Olivia. Dumb, dumb and even dumber. With cheeks flaming, she stood up and walked unsteadily toward the door. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom. Please make yourself at home.” She fled before anyone else could comment.
From her vantage point at her console, Olivia heard the distinctive rat, tat, tat on the floor of Amelia’s gait. “Hey, everything ok?”
Amelia’s response was a shake of her head as she made her way to her room and slammed the door.
Olivia’s temper flared as she stood up and roared into the room where the visitors were. “So help me Parker if you’ve hurt her in any way you’re dead!” she growled.
Both Parker and Sophie looked up saw an enraged Olivia. “Oops,” gulped Sophie.
“Oops?” Olivia scowled. “Is that all the goddamn you have to say? Fuck you Parker! I don’t know why I ever thought I wanted to help you.”
“I need to see Amelia,” Parker said through gritted teeth. She refused to allow Olivia to provoke her into a senseless argument.
Olivia glared at her old lover. Just who does she think she is, demanding like that? “You think I’m going to allow you within a foot of her unsupervised! Think again.”
Sophie moved slightly to shield Parker fearing Olivia would become violent. “It wasn’t her fault. I misinterpreted something and my question upset her…I’m sorry.”
Parker ignored Sophie as she gently moved her out of the way and took a predatory stance before piercing Olivia with her eyes. “Get over yourself Olivia! For once in your life, let someone else take the lead. That attitude along with your out of control temper is what got you in trouble ten years ago!” she spat. “I want to see Amelia and I will! Either you tell me where she is or I will start opening doors till I find her!”
Sophie’s eyes bugged out. In the short time she’d known Parker, she never heard her raise her voice or get angry. “Hey,” she said touching Parker. “We can work this out without coming to blows can’t we?”
For Olivia, the unexpected body blow from Parker’s words reminded her of their acrimonious past. It didn’t ignite the fire of her temper, but deflated it totally. Her body sagged against the wall just as if someone had physically hit her. Who am I to dictate to Parker? These women require my skills not my emotions. “She’s in her room….”
Sophie watched Parker leave abruptly then her eyes turned to the woman she considered both scary and dangerous. Now, she saw her in a different light. She’s just like everyone else…she’s unable to stop the steamroller of her inner emotional needs. The revelation didn’t change her opinion - I still don’t like her. “I’m sure it’s going to be ok,” she said with a slight shrug. That was dumb! From the way Olivia backed down, I’d guess Parker hit a raw nerve and I come up with it’s going to be ok. She inwardly shook her head while fixing her eyes on Olivia. For a split second, she saw a bleak expression crossed Olivia’s features.
Olivia’s cold and unfeeling response was in total contrast to her facial appearance. “I need to know everything, and I mean everything, you know about your stepmother. I want to know her habits, routines and anything else about her. Go back as far as you can remember and include your stepbrother too.” Her jaw set as she sank into her favorite armchair. Two can play at their games. “Also, tell me about your father. Is he involved too?”
Sophie, with a wide unbelieving expression, felt her body automatically fall back onto the sofa. I see she’s back to scary mode. With a deep sigh, she haltingly began to dredge up old, unwanted memories of the woman who wanted her dead. “To my knowledge my father is not involved…but I wouldn’t put it past him. It all started when my mother died…”
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Parker made her way toward Amelia’s room. She knocked lightly. “Amelia, it’s Parker, may I come in?”
There was silence from the room.
“Please Amelia, we need to talk.” When she still received no reply, she put her hand on the knob, opened the door and went in. Amelia was lying on her bed with her face hidden by a pillow. Parker crouched beside the bed and softly said, “Hey, I’m sorry.”
“Didn’t your parents bring you up to understand another’s personal space?” Amelia said through the pillow. “Go away please.”
“I won’t leave until you speak with me Amelia.” She reached over and gently pulled the pillow away. Empathy filled Parker’s heart when she saw the tearstained cheeks. “I once was on the police force and when we were searching for clues I would be single minded in the pursuit. My partner would always tell me that if I concentrated on the miniscule I would overlook the obvious.”
Amelia’s curiosity got the better of her as she responded to the softly spoken words. “Have you found something obvious you’ve overlooked?”
“Not me Amelia, you and Olivia.” She gently touched the woman’s cheek and wiped a tear away. “I was in disguise when you gave me a cantaloupe you chose for yourself. At the time, I thought you were one of the kindest people I ever met. I wished that I had more time to spend with you. You seemed like an angel to me.”
A spark of remembrance ran in Amelia’s consciousness. That’s where I’ve seen her before. A weak smiled played on her lips. “Oh, that’s why you looked so familiar to me. I saw through your disguise you know. In fact, I mentioned you to Olivia. Funny really, because I called you a friend and I hardly spoke more than a sentence or two with you.”
Parker grinned. “You saw through the disguise, but you didn’t see me, did you?”
“I saw into your heart and that was enough for me Parker. We each follow a path and ways, which define the people we instinctively know as good.”
Parker could see Amelia’s innocent appreciation of humanity reflecting in her eyes. With a nod, Parker acknowledged the compliment. “Not too many people bother to see another in that light Amelia.” She reached out and took the woman’s hand. “I’ve been around you and Olivia for what,” she looked at her watch. “About three hours and the obvious thing that I see is a deep loving relationship. Naturally, I thought that you and Olivia were partners in life as you are in business. I’m sorry if that upset you…I upset you. I never intended that to happen.”
Amelia graciously accepted the apology. “I should have known that people might think that, but you see, up until yesterday, I didn’t even know Olivia was …well. I won’t say that you’re wrong about me loving her because you’re not. You need to understand how I see this relationship.”
“Tell me.”
Amelia drew in a deep breath before staring off into the distance. “Sometimes it feels like I’ve known Olivia forever. The fact is we met a little over two years ago when I was a nun.”
A nun…did she leave the convent because of Olivia? Parker kept her eyes steady and her emotions in check. “Go on,” she said quietly.
“To cut a rather long and terrible story short, my life was turned upside down, although I was going through an inner turmoil anyway. People I trusted…we both trusted, betrayed us, and people we loved and respected died. With the aftermath, all we both knew was that together we could face the world and all its problems. Alone, I doubt either of us would have been much of a survivalist. Of course I love her, she’s the most stable part of my life and I think I am for her too.” She shrugged. “I doubt she’d admit that openly.” Amelia gave a tight smile and looked over to Parker who appeared to be lost in her own memories.
“That partner I spoke of used to tell me that by taking chances we experience the best life has to offer.” Parker paused as she pondered the wisdom of admitting who the partner was. That will serve no purpose. “Are you afraid to admit your love to Olivia?”
Amelia laughed softly. “I still don’t think you understand Parker. What we share is far more complex than physical love. It goes beyond that. What should I call it? Hmm, let me see now…an eternal need. Yet, it’s as simple as adding one and one together - we make the perfect pair.”
Parker listened to the heartfelt words and wanted to cry. Instead, she took a cleansing breath and said, “Being in love encompasses more than a physical desire, but at the same time it is though touching that we convey our deepest feelings for another.” She paused to collect the raw emotions that threatened to engulf her. “I think it was Helen Keller that said something like…if you stay in the shadows you will never see the sun. Come out of the shadows Amelia and let the love you feel for Olivia shine on your face. Don’t wait…opportunity can slip through your fingers and then it is lost forever.”
“Perhaps you’re right.” The comment took Amelia so off-guard that she tried to divert the conversation away from herself. “Has that happened to you?”
Parker refused to let the discussion turn in her direction. “Are you afraid of the way Olivia makes your body feel?” As the brown eyes met, she held them. I won’t let you off the hook that easily. “It is a strange sensation isn’t it…when you are so overtaken by her presence that you think you’ll never breathe again.”
I can’t allow her ideas to influence the way I live my life and my upbringing in the church. What Olivia and I share has to be enough for us both. “Both Olivia and I have issues from the past to deal with. Until we do well...” She spread her hands out in a resigned gesture. “Take you and Olivia for instance.”
With a shake of her head Parker laughed. “Is our acrimonious relationship that obvious?”
“To me yes. Do you know the name of our Agency?” Amelia chuckled changing the sensitive subject matter.
“Yeah, I do. WHMH, right?”
Amelia nodded. “Ah, but do you know what the initials mean?”
Parker grinned. “Nope, but I bet you’re going to tell me.”
With a smug expression on her face, Amelia replied, “When Hell Meets Heaven. Kinda fitting don’t you think.” She smiled. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Caring enough to make sure I was ok…and for the apology.”
“Like I said earlier, I wished we had more time to get to know each other.” She tipped her head to the side. “Perhaps after this is all over…who knows what the future holds.”
Out of her element, Amelia said, “We’d better go join the others before Olivia takes it into her head that I need saving.”
This time Parker laughed as they headed for the door. “All I need is for her to think I’m invading her territory.”
“I won’t tell you how long the last person was in hospital the last time she tried to save my honor.” Amelia chuckled alongside Parker as they left her room.
With a pang of jealousy tugging at her heart, Parker thought, I wonder if Olivia knows just how lucky she is to have Amelia’s love…bet she doesn’t have a clue. Take a note out of your own book O and stop overlooking the obvious?
They entered the room hand in hand. With a twinkle in her eye, Parker said, “Don’t worry Mom. We kissed and made up.”
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Amelia silently watched Olivia at the console - it was one in the morning. From her vantage point, she considered her options. I could breeze by and say goodnight as I usually do, or I could say nothing and go to bed. She was so reticent when Parker and I returned. I’m not even sure she wants to speak with any of us, except maybe Sophie. They looked tight when we returned. That thought created a pang in her chest. Am I losing you Olivia? What’s happened to us lately? You haven’t changed…but I have on my views on life and… us. Parker is right. You do make me feel things that I’ve never felt before. Does everything always have to be about sex?
“You’ll bore a hole in my back if you don’t shift your gaze…unless that’s the intention.” Olivia swung her chair around and gazed in Amelia’s direction with an unreadable expression.
With a gentle smile, Amelia shrugged. “I’d never intend that,” she replied softly. She walked over to within a foot of Olivia. “How’s the shoulder?”
“It’s tightening up a little,” Olivia grudgingly admitted. “I think the doctor needs to hone his skills with the needle.”
Tilting her head to one side, Amelia gave her a serious look. “Want me to take a look at it? I might not be adept with the needle, but I can probably see if the stitches are getting infected?”
Under any other circumstance, Olivia would have gratefully accepted the offer, but she didn’t want the others to misconstrue the situation. “I’ll manage. Hey, it’s late and you need to get some sleep.”
“What about you getting some sleep too?” Amelia smiled warmly at the concern she heard in Olivia’s voice.
Olivia removed her eyes from Amelia and glanced back at the console. Several messages from DOCO needed her immediate attention regarding O’Donnell. “I’ll go to bed as soon as I’ve dealt with the mail…and before you say it, I promise.”
“Olivia about today…about Parker…”
A hand in the air silenced the rest of the words. “It’s not my business Amelia. I tend to forget you can handle most things.”
There was a heavy silence between them as Amelia contemplated the bleakness of the words in her heart. “Most things yes, though not every thing. I’ve still got you on my side for those times, right?”
Olivia felt her throat go dry, as she wanted to shout, until the end of time, but instead avoided looking directly at Amelia. She said, “Sure, until you find someone else more suitable.” She felt her heart breaking with the realization of the truth of her words. One day there will be someone for Amelia and it won’t be the likes of me. Even Parker is better suited for you Amelia and that’s saying a lot. There are times even now when I hate Parker as much as I once loved her…talk about irony.
Amelia pursed her lips. There will be a time when we’ll have to talk seriously about what each of us want. It’s too late and this is an inappropriate time. I wish Parker and Sophie weren’t here. I’d make you listen to me Olivia and understand, because I think you’re the only one who ever will truly understand me. “Goodnight Olivia.” She gently placed a hand on the uninjured shoulder and squeezed. “Don’t stay up too long, ok.”
The touch, which felt like it scalded her skin, had Olivia almost jump out of her seat. She unsteadily whispered, “I won’t. Goodnight Amelia, pleasant dreams.”
The rat-tat tat of Amelia’s steps taking her across the floor to her bedroom allowed Olivia to pick up her scrambled nerves and concentrate once again on the information on the screen. Damn, you get under my skin Amelia. Thank god, you don’t realize that or I’d lose you too and then I’d be lost forever.
Chapter 21
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Sophie was the first to wake and quietly made her way to the kitchen to make coffee. She noticed a newspaper lying on the console in the other room and took it with her. While the coffee brewed, she looked at the front page. Funeral for Slaying Victim Tomorrow. Her hand went to her mouth as she gasped at Camille’s face smiling up at her. “Oh, Cammie,” she sobbed.
“Hey,” a soothing voice said. “What’s the matter?”
Turning around, she saw Parker and collapsed against her chest. The taller woman’s eyes looked over Sophie’s shoulder and read the headline.
“I have to go to say goodbye,” she sobbed.
“I don’t think it is wise for you to go to the funeral.”
A petulant expression overtook the anguished one. She lifted her head to pierce Parker with a glare. “I’m going and you can’t stop me! Don’t you think they’ve taken enough of my life already?”
“And, how do I protect you Sophie? Even with Olivia’s help, we can’t cover all the areas that we’d need to keep you safe.” When she saw Sophie’s jaw set she added, “All it would it take is someone with a long distance rifle on a roof or in a window. Your life would be over just like that.” She snapped her fingers to emphasize the point. “If you’re out in the open, it will be impossible to stop.”
“Have you ever considered that I already think my life is over? Living like this for all these months has taken its toll. I’m tired of it Parker. Tired of running away and not facing up to that witch,” Sophie said bitterly.
Parker embraced Sophie and gently rubbed her back. “Shh, we’re going to get through this,” she whispered. “Remember, I promised to keep you safe.”
Olivia entered the building in
stealth mode via the side entrance. She adopted doing that to accommodate
Amelia’s sleeping pattern, which was much longer than hers was. Each morning at
The strong hands that held Sophie made her feel better, but for quite different reasons than the one Parker offered. With an unsteady breath, she replied, “Yes, you promised, but what about my promise to Cammie…or the one about not having anyone else getting hurt. I’m going Parker and neither you nor the Latina Amazon is going to stop me.”
Parker couldn’t believe her ears as
she stepped back and held Sophie at arms length. “
“I don’t care what you think right now Parker; you’re too damned wrapped up in your own stupid life. Besides, you’re only doing this for the money, which means you work for me so you’ll do as I say.” Sophie interjected unhappily.
Olivia was incensed. The comment about her stature and ethnicity, which she had to admit, was a new one, along with the tone of the spoiled brat’s voice, had her hackles rising. “Lady, you’ll do what Parker tells you or you can leave this place, right now and to hell with you! Believe me…hell is exactly where you’ll end up within twenty-four hours.”
Dumbfounded, Parker shook her head twice. What’s going on here…why is O defending me? “Sophie, is that what you want?”
Sophie was at a loss for words as she faced the angry woman who had surreptitiously entered their conversation. How dare she listen in on a private conversation? Damn sneak. With a deep breath, she looked at Parker and said, “Please, let me go to the funeral. The last thing I can do for Cammie is to pay my respects.” Then she glared at Olivia and said, “If it was her funeral,” she hooked her thumb in Olivia’s direction, “you’d want to do the same regardless of the danger, wouldn’t you?”
She has me there. Parker’s eyes softened, as she looked first at Sophie then toward Olivia. “I would be at her funeral come hell or high water…nothing would keep me away,” she replied quietly.
Amelia heard the raised voices and ventured out of bed as she sighed heavily. This wasn’t a good move… Olivia allowed business to enter the privacy of our home and now it’s become a battlefield. She pulled on her dressing gown and made her way to where the three others were. It looked like a stand-off, but experience told her that Olivia wasn’t happy. “Hey guys, good morning. Is anyone in need of a caffeine fix?”
Parker’s face lit up with the arrival of Olivia’s partner. “Good morning. I’d love a cup. I think Sophie already has a pot going.”
Sophie, thankful that Amelia had eased the tension, seized the opportunity. “Yes it’s on the boil I’ll fetch it if you like.”
Amelia slowly walked toward Olivia and stood close enough so that their hips almost touched. With a twinkle in her eye, she whispered, “Good morning, did you run off all that built up tension this morning?” With a teasing smile, she walked toward Sophie who was trying to peel away from the quartet. “I’ll help you Sophie.”
Parker took the opportunity to approach Olivia. “I think we need to come up with a coherent plan. Do you think it would be too risky to use Sophie as bait to find the killer?”
Olivia still watching Amelia, felt her anger abate somewhat. She let Parker’s question whirl around in her head before saying, “Everything to do with this case is risky Parker. I need you to look at the information I’ve received from some of my contacts. We’ll build a strategy for the funeral after that.”
Not prepared for the jolt she felt, Parker reached out and lightly touched Olivia’s hand. “Sounds like a plan and I have to admit I would love to know more about your gadgets.” She shrugged and added, “Just how do I get my hands on some of them?”
Olivia looked down at the hand on hers and a fleeting memory of how her body was set aflame with passion when Parker touched her struggled for acknowledgment. I wonder if I allowed myself to let go would the spark reignite. I‘ve buried it and it will take a giant excavator to find. What about my feelings for Amelia? She mentally shook her head. I’m not going there, too much pain and heartache for us both. “You can see, but can’t touch. There are some toys in life that you can’t buy with currency,” she replied cryptically.
As they entered the area of the console and Olivia’s ‘toys’, Parker let out a genuine laugh. “You always did know how to pique my interest didn’t you. Look, but don’t touch, sounds like a challenge to me.”
Olivia gave Parker a hard stare. “Some challenges can be deadly Parker. We need to formulate that plan,” she retorted heading for the stairs. As she walked toward her equipment, she thought about some of the items that were still in the prototype stage. The only reason I have them is that DOCO makes them available to me as payment for any task that they want me involved in. Usually means the equipment is associated with death. Something Parker wouldn’t and shouldn’t understand.
“Wow, I can’t believe all this,” Parker said with wide eyes. She looked at Olivia and creased her brow. “How did you get all this stuff,” she asked. “Are you sure I can’t touch…I’d love to see how that one feels in my grip.”
Olivia watched the genuine fascination in Parker’s eyes. I remember when I had that kind of appreciation in my eyes. Damn, that feels like a century ago. “I’ll let you loose on some of this stuff after we plan out what to do tomorrow. Right now, we need your planning mind focused on what to do, ok?”
Parker stopped and waited until Olivia turned to her. “Olivia, I want you to know how much it means to me…I mean you’re helping me out.” She bit her lower lip. “Sometimes it feels like old times, but I know it is a moment I can’t get back.” She blew out a breath, pursed her lips and shrugged. “I guess we better get started on making a plan.”
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Amelia and Sophie arrived downstairs with the coffee and several slices of toast. As Sophie went to the dining room with the heavily laden tray, Amelia approached the console and the two women.
Unconsciously, Amelia placed a gentle hand on Olivia’s forearm and smiled into the eyes that turned to meet hers. “I think you and Parker need to eat breakfast and definitely have that caffeine fix." When she received a curious look, she added, "I know you do." She raised her eyebrows fixing them on Olivia expecting her usual negative reply, but there wasn’t one. "Right?”
As Olivia looked at Amelia, Parker’s words kept echoing in her head. It is a moment I can’t get back, played like a broken record. She felt unsettled and knew that the words hit a cord regarding a situation she needed to rectify sooner rather than later. Because of the mental distraction, she let her guard down and said, “You’re always looking out for me aren’t you Amelia?”
Amelia became self-conscious when she realized Parker was there and moved away. Quietly replying, “Someone has to and I’m happy to serve. Come on you two or the toast will be cold.” She headed toward the dining area without looking back.
“I guess we should do as we’re told,” Parker said avoiding Olivia’s eyes. It’s clear to me she’s moved on. What a dope I am.
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Olivia glanced up to the kitchen and for a moment watched Amelia and Sophie who appeared to be sharing a joke. Crap, what wouldn’t I give to be doing that instead of listening to Parker plan something then find a hundred reasons why it isn’t going to work.
Parker knew that the irritation of spending four hours without a break was getting to Olivia. Working side by side with the woman felt so natural and right that she lamented that they were no longer together. When she saw Olivia’s attention turn to Amelia, it felt like a body blow. “Are you listening to me?” she snapped.
Olivia returned her gaze to Parker. “When you finally decide on a plan YOU think is executable, I’ll be fully attentive. Have you come up with something you find satisfactory?” she asked. “We’ve talked around the houses for the last three hours Parker. I think the first plan you came up with was the best. I think with my contacts, we can keep Sophie…and yourself relatively safe. There are no promises here though, I hope you know that.”
“We need a plan that will produce as little collateral damage as possible. This rain is supposed to continue for several days and that is to our advantage. Hired killers use one of two weapons, a long range rifle for distances or a hand gun for close up. Rain means umbrellas, which is to our benefit since this Shamus fellow can’t go for a distance shot. He will want to make a visual before he makes the kill. The downside is that civilians might be in the line of fire and like it or not Olivia their safety is important to me.” She shook her head. “Can we justify harming an innocent,” Leveling her eyes on Olivia. “And, just so you know, I want in on the action…I don’t need your contacts to keep me safe. I am capable of doing that all by myself.”
Olivia sighed heavily. Parker sometimes I think you and I are on a different planet, but I’m glad that you never changed. “There are no guarantees in this world especially in this situation.”
With eyes fixed on the furthest point in the building, Parker blew out a breath. “Sure, let’s go with that plan? We’ll need to let your contacts know…I take it you’ll do that.”
Olivia inwardly sent out a thank you that they’d finally fixed on something. “The plan is executable. Yes, I’ll personally inform everyone that needs to know.”
“Ok, sounds good to me.” She already knew the answer, but figured she’d ask anyway. Maybe I’m wrong. “Do I get to be in on the meeting with the people who we’ll be working with?”
“No!” Olivia stood up, flexed her muscles and felt a tug on the stitches. Damn I’m going to have to do something about them.
Parker’s eyes seemed to blaze in anger. “No? Just how am I supposed to work with people I don’t know?”
“You don’t work with them, I do. Your priority is to stay with Sophie and ensure she doesn’t get in the line of fire.” She saw movement toward the kitchen door and, glad of the break, moved away.
“That is unacceptable! I will not sit back and let people I don’t even know do my job! I will be in on the capture or chase or whatever happens. This is my plan and mine to execute!”
Olivia turned around and pierced Parker with a soul-searching look. “You want in do you? Do you want me to explain what in means Parker? If you get involved on that level there’s no going back.”
“It’s my client, my job…my call!” She eyed Olivia in question. “How can you know that?”
The old familiar hatred she had for Parker exploded into rage. “Know, how do I know? Ten years ago I sold my soul to that particular devil and trust me, there’s no return.”
Parker felt her heart pierced and the sensation was so real that she had to look to see if blood was seeping onto her shirt. Defeated by the words and unable to stop the lone tear that streaked down her cheek she looked back at Olivia. “I’m sorry for making you go there,” she whispered.
Olivia’s lips twisted in self-derision. “You didn’t. I walked into that fire pit all on my own when I shot my brother’s murderer.”
Parker felt Olivia’s pain of loss as acutely as her own. “Is there any chance of redemption?” she asked softly.
“I’m working on it a step at a time.” Her eyes lifted and settled on Amelia as she walked down the stairs with Sophie behind her.
There was nothing Parker could say - Olivia would never accept her help. But, I can try can’t I? “I…I want you to know…I”
“Know what Parker? What exactly do I need to know? Do you want to know if I could toss you to the baying wolfs and still live with myself?”
Like you did to me. The inference hung between them with each understanding the implication of the past.
Parker looked again at her shirt sure this time she would see blood oozing – she didn’t. “How can I get out of this place?” she asked softly.
Olivia, surprised at the response, saw the anguish on Parker’s face. Maybe she’s going stir crazy. I can understand that. “I’ll let you out. When you’re ready to come back, press the button on the door and it will activate the security sensor so we know you want back in.”
Amelia chose that moment to shout, “We have lunch…either of you interested?”
Parker gulped back the emotions she felt. “I’m really not hungry…please tell them I’ve gone out for a walk.” She refused to look at Olivia and nodded at the control panel. “Will you open the door please?”
Softly Olivia answered, “Sure.” She pointed to the side door she used earlier and activated the switch that unlocked the door. “You be careful out there, ok.”
Without a word, Parker walked toward the exit and disappeared through it.
Olivia saw and heard the door bang close and her eyebrows knitted as a sudden chill spread over her body.
“You coming,” Amelia called.
She turned toward the sound of the voice that she always found soothing. “Yeah, be right there.” She looked back at the door and shivered once again before leaving the area. Crap Parker, you pick the damnedest times to run away…I wonder why this time.
Chapter 22
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Cold damp air hit Parker squarely in the face as she exited the warehouse. The rain that had been falling all day turned into a fine mist that coated her bare arms. “Shit!” she screamed. “Damn you Olivia Santos! Damn you to hell!” The flood of tears that she held off for the better part of the last four hours finally cascaded down her cheeks as she lifted her head to heaven. “How could you ever think that I would sit by silently knowing that you killed someone?” she said toward the building’s camera. “If you’re watching Olivia, tell me why? Why did you ruin everything and then walk away like it meant nothing?” She extended her middle finger toward the camera. “Fuck you!”
She looked down the street and saw the blinking lights of a bar about a half block away. “Yeah, a good stiff drink is what I need.”
By the time she walked to the bar, Parker’s clothes and body were wet. A warm blast of air along with the heady smell of beer greeted her when she opened the door. Once her eyes adjusted to the dim light she looked around. It was like every other bar she had ever been in; wooden chairs arranged around tables that were dark and probably sticky to the touch.
She took a seat at the bar and instantly heard a woman’s voice ask, “What’ll it be?”
“Whatever you have to take away the pain,” Parker said without looking up.
The reply was a throaty chuckle. “Well, that depends on what kind of pain you’re in.”
She lifted her eyes and gazed at a tall brunette woman with laughing green eyes staring at her. “Love gone wrong…broken heart…unrequited love…betrayal…you pick, they all apply.”
“I’ve got just the thing.”
When the woman came back, she sat a shot glass and a bottle of beer in front of Parker. With a practiced touch, the woman filled the glass with Cuervo Gold.
“So, this will cure me, huh?” She fished in her pocket, found a fifty and laid it on the bar. “Keep ‘em coming until this runs out,” she said before lifting the shot glass to her lips.
“Are you driving?” the woman asked.
“Nope,” Parker said as her eyes captured the woman’s gaze. “I’ll even buy you one,” she said as she downed the tequila. “It’s the good stuff so come on and drink with me,” she said as she looked around the bar. “It’s only you and me in here.”
The woman’s laugh was genuine as she poured herself a shot. “I don’t get a lot of customers in the middle of the afternoon,” she said as she filled Parker’s glass. “Once the factory a couple blocks down ends a shift, I’ll be real busy.” She lifted her glass. “I’m Faith, I own the place. Don’t believe I’ve ever seen you in here before.”
“Well, that’s because I’ve never been in here before, Faith.” She laughed and took a swig of the beer. “I’m Parker.”
“So, Parker, tell me about this guy that broke your heart and drove you to drink?”
The sneer that crossed Parker’s face disappeared as quickly as it appeared. “That’s funny,” she said. She held up her glass and nodded toward the bottle.
Faith poured another and watched as Parker quickly threw it back. “Have you had anything to eat today?”
Parker rubbed her eyes before she shook her head when she felt her stomach protest at being empty. “Do you serve food here,” she asked as she finished the last of her beer. She held the bottle and shook it. “And, I’ll need another.”
Faith pulled a
Parker laughed. “I’ve had all the nuts I’ll ever want.” She looked around the bar. “Hey, since no one is here, you want to go to that little Italian place I saw on the corner?”
Once again, an unadulterated laugh filled the room. “Exactly how can I do that…who’d mind the store?”
“You own the place. Close it for an hour or two,” Parker said and fished in her pocket. “Here,” she said putting a wad of bills on the bar. “This will more than cover any business you might lose.”
Faith’s eyes gave the woman across from her the once over. “That is a tempting offer, but…”
Parker interrupted, “No buts just go with it.”
For a long moment, Faith just looked at Parker while she debated the wisdom of closing her bar. “Let me see if I can find you something to eat. We always have some sort of cold cuts in the frig.” Faith started to pick up the bottle of tequila and Parker immediately grabbed it.
“Leave it. I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
In a few minutes, Faith returned and placed a paper plate with a sandwich in front of Parker. “Sorry, ham and cheese is all I have.” She grabbed a bag of chips from a rack. “I’ll even throw in a bag of chips.”
“How generous.” Parker picked up the money on the bar. “Take it out of that.”
“It’s on the house.”
Parker nodded a thank you before taking the bottle and pouring liquid into two shot glasses and picking one up. “Here’s to true love,” she said before she swallowed the tequila. Then she took a bite of the sandwich, and smiled. “So how’d you come to own a bar in....”
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Olivia sat down at the table without a word. Her mind filled with thoughts of Parker. Why did she really want to go out? She was acting weird those last few minutes that’s for sure. Damn, but she always did take the world and everyone in it too seriously. That’s why she’s in the wrong profession. She made one hell of a cop but on her own, out there…not Parker she’s far too nice. She gazed at Sophie and snorted. She’s a prime example of why Parker shouldn’t be in this line of work. The woman is nothing but trouble with a capital T. I hate people with money who haven’t worked hard for it themselves.
“Will Parker be joining us?” Sophie asked. When she received no reply, she looked across at Amelia who was sitting next to Olivia.
Amelia shrugged then dug her arm into Olivia’s ribs. “Sophie asked you a question are you going to answer her?” A sweet smile pulled at her lips until she felt the heat of the glare from Olivia.
“Sorry, I was preoccupied. No, she sent her apologies. She’s not hungry right now…went for a breath of air.”
Sophie gave a petulant scowl. “Damn, I made a special treat for her. She has a sweet tooth, but then you know that don’t you? I mean, you did live together so you’d know that.”
Amelia raised her eyes at the revelation, but instead of commenting picked at her salad instead. Her mind churned, desperate to ask several pertinent questions.
Olivia’s hackles rose. I don’t much like you Sophie I think you’re a spoiled brat and right now I think you’re more in danger from me than Shamus O’Donnell. Her voice dropped to a quiet menace. “I did know that, thank you for reminding me…on both counts.” She placed some of the salad on her plate and proceeded to eat mechanically.
Sophie felt a chill go down her back. The cold, blue gaze that caught hers for a few moments dropped to dissect the food on her plate. “I’m not hungry either. I think I’ll take a nap.” She stood up and left but not before she snagged the dessert, she’d baked.
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“That was great, thanks,” Parker said with a forced smile. “Are you a good listener, because I have a story for you. She eyed Faith, who smiled gently in encouragement and continued. “Ten years ago the love of my life walked out on me and I thought it was over.”
“But, it wasn’t.”
“Oh, I kept tabs on O’s whereabouts, but yeah, it was over until circumstances brought us together again four days ago. Then bam, like a shot in the gut, all the old emotions and feelings bowled me over.”
Faith poured Parker another shot and watched as the woman across from her downed it in one gulp. “What did he say?”
Parker laughed and shook her head. “There you go being funny again.” Parker took the last bite of the sandwich, shrugged and said, “She’s moved on.”
Faith said, “Ouch that must have been hard to take.”
“Yeah, once I realized I hadn’t resolved my feelings for her, it was like the dagger pierced my heart all over again.” Parker looked around and saw a jukebox. “If I find a good song will you dance with me?”
For a moment, Faith didn’t know what to say. All it took was one look into Parker’s forlorn eyes for her to make her mind up. “Sure why not? Just make it an upbeat song and not a sad one.”
Parker stood in front of the jukebox with its flashing bright lights and looked over the selections. She chose three songs and turned to find Faith standing behind her. When she folded her arms around the woman, Parker felt the sadness she refused to acknowledge overwhelm her. As they moved in time to the music, she closed her eyes remembering how two nights earlier Olivia laid next to her rubbing her belly. When the music changed and Roy Orbison and kd lang began to sing Cryin’ the need to feel Olivia close again seemed to engulf her. She moved away from Faith and looked down to see if her broken heart was bleeding. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Lately, no matter how hard I cry, it never seems to be enough.”
“Hey, it’s ok.” Faith pulled Parker back into her arms. “I like dancing with you.”
The woman holding her allowed Parker to hide the tears. “I didn’t realize how much I missed being with her,” she whispered before burying her head in Faith’s shoulder. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Faith pulled back slightly and smiled before she leaned in and kissed Parker’s cheek. “No one here is going to judge you so go ahead and cry…it’s good to let it out.”
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Neither Amelia nor Olivia spoke, each contemplating several tumbling thoughts.
“I guess she has a sweet tooth too…”
“…Look, I was going to tell you,” they both said at the same time.
Olivia pushed away her plate. “I think it’s catching this lack of appetite business.”
It would have been so easy for Amelia to cause a commotion over Olivia’s failing to mention that Parker was that close a friend. Perhaps she’s an old lover…they have that kind of body language. She mentally shrugged. After all, I might be reading more into that as others have with me and Olivia’s living together. They lived together, which means, knowing Olivia as I do it must have at least been a serious friendship. “You should eat Olivia,” she whispered softly. “You barely had breakfast and making plans, then implementing them requires nourishment.”
Olivia felt her throat constrict as she tried to reply. She’s given me another get-out of jail free card. How many more are you going to give me Amelia before you decide I’m just not worth it? “Thanks Mom,” she replied. With a deft move, she pulled the plate back and began to munch on a lettuce leaf.
“I’m going into the office this afternoon. I’ve brought a couple of my clients forward so that I can be at the funeral in the morning.”
Olivia swung her body around to within inches of Amelia. “It’s too damn dangerous…you’re not going! How can I do what I have to if I’m worried about you as well as them?”
Amelia heard the panic rise in her partner’s voice. “I’m sorry, but when did you become my keeper Olivia. I’m going. I’m perfectly capable of standing next to a grave to support these people and pay my respects. You just do your job and I’ll do mine.”
“For god’s sake Amelia, this isn’t a family picnic and you’re no longer a nun responsible for saving people from themselves. This situation is fraught with untold dangers and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you become a target as well as Parker and that…that woman,” she spit out.
Amelia hackles rose at the reference to her old profession, but heard the bitterness at the end of the sentence. “What exactly do you have against Sophie? Is it because she gave away another of your secrets or…that she has a thing for someone you cared about. Maybe cared is the wrong word…you might still care and it’s getting up your nose. Have I hit the nail on the head Olivia?”
Olivia wanted to strangle Amelia. Instead, she stood up and walked to the other end of the room. “I don’t care about Parker…I mean I do, but not how I once did. How can you continue to love someone when they betray you and worse - betrayed your heart?”
Amelia heard the pent up pain of years gone by. “I’m a good listener, why don’t you tell me.”
“What will that do exactly? If I shed some of the weight I carry on my back in the form of a confession, I’ll feel lighter. Give me a break Amelia. I told you when we first met that I didn’t need a shrink and that situation still applies,” Olivia replied acidly.
“I never said it would, but to share your pain with a friend, one who cares about you, might make you feel less alone. I think that’s your problem Olivia…you won’t let anyone in because you’re afraid that if you do it will happen all over again. I’m not Parker. I don’t know what she did or you perceive she did to you, but I will never knowingly hurt you. You have my solemn promise.” Amelia caught Olivia’s angry gaze and allowed her love for her friend to show.
Olivia felt the gentle entreaty and knew the truth behind the words. It is too late, too damn late. “Parker was the one who told the police that I’d shot my brother’s killer. I told her in confidence as a lover shares secrets with someone they love and trust. She chose not to keep my secret and when they arrested me…well…it was the last time I saw her until the other day.”
Wow. Now I understand the body chemistry they have - a love-hate kind of relationship. “If you had seen her immediately afterwards, what would you have said?” Amelia asked quietly.
A feral look appeared in Olivia’s eyes. “There wouldn’t have been words Amelia, I’d have shot her like I did my brother’s killer. As it turned out, I think she received the worse of my actions because of what she did. I …” she shrugged. “Well, I went away.”
“What happened to Parker?” Amelia was intrigued. She was seeing a part of Olivia’s life that she had been unaware.
A defeated air surrounded Olivia as she sank into the nearest chair at the table. “She committed the worse sin possible in the eyes of some cops. She gave me up to the authorities without giving me the chance to do it myself. From what I heard later, they made her life hell. Somehow she survived it and ended up here.”
“Would you have turned yourself in?” she asked starkly.
“No, the scum deserved everything I gave him. He robbed me of my brother I returned the favor and took his life. Don’t you say and eye for an eye in that damned bible of yours.” Olivia’s words rang with power of revenge, remorse far from her heart. Amelia’s heart broke for both women. What Olivia did in an act of revenge shattered both their lives. Does she understand that or is she still so angry with Parker that she can’t see anything but hate? It's hard to tell right now. “I guess at the time what happened to Parker would have made you happy.”
“Yeah I was happy. The place where I was at that time was still in the vengeful mode. I have to hand it to her though. It took some guts to ask me for help. If the circumstances had been reversed, I wouldn’t have,” Olivia remarked quietly.
“I think you should tell her that and tell her that you’re proud of her and what she did with her life after you effectively destroyed both your lives. Don’t you think she deserves that Olivia?” Amelia smiled slowly as she placed a hand on Olivia’s uninjured shoulder. “I’m proud of how you’ve turned your life around Olivia, and the person you are today.”
Olivia felt the words keenly. Amelia’s right, I did destroy both our lives. I should talk with Parker and tell her that. As soon as she gets back, I’ll do just that. Amelia’s words helped her achieve what her best efforts over the years hadn’t. She’s allowing me to forgive myself and get on with my life. It’s time I did the same for Parker. Her hand touched the fingers on her shoulder and rested there for a few moments. “Thanks. I guess talking to a friend isn’t so bad after all.”
Amelia chuckled softly. “I guess not. Now, will you eat something- please?”
Olivia sighed and gave her friend a grateful smile. “For you, I will. Pity Ms. High and Mighty took that dessert away. I was looking forward to a piece of that carrot cake.”
“I’ll bring you some when I’m done at the office, now eat.” Amelia grinned as she pushed the salad plate toward Olivia.
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When other customers began to come in for an after work drink, Parker took her seat at the bar and kept her glass full. For ten years, I’ve carried around the love I feel for her. Olivia decided that it was over and that was all there was to it. The vision of the day that ended her happiness filled her consciousness.
*
“How could you do this to me Parker?” Olivia screamed as the detective put her in handcuffs. “I trusted you and this is how you repay me!”
With tears streaming down her cheeks, Parker said, “I had to O, you gave me no choice. You know me…you know me.”
“Not anymore,” Olivia spit out. “I never want to see you again! If I do you’re dead.”
She stood at the window and watched as the officer escorted Olivia to the squad car. “I told you that I’d tell the police if you didn’t turn yourself in…why didn’t you believe me.” By the next day, the story that Parker had sold out her partner for a slimy DA who deserved to die spread throughout the department – she became persona non grata.
On several occasions, she tired to visit Olivia at the jail, but no one would allow her visitation. She waited for the trial in hopes that she could see and speak with Olivia, but there wasn’t a trial. From what little she could garner, Olivia agreed to a plea deal.
When the first friend Parker made when she began on the police force joined the rest of the department in giving her the cold shoulder she was determined not to let it affect her. But, after a month of the silent treatment along with finding feces in her locker or on her car each day she went to work, she quit and moved back to the farm.
It was two years before she took a
job in
The rest was history. Now as she dialed the private instigator's office number and held her breath. When she heard the familiar voice on the recording say, Aderton and Associates, leave a message at the beep and we’ll be back with you shortly. Olivia was finally back physically in her life again and this time she wasn't going to allow her to leave!
*
“That was the last time I saw her,” she whispered to the shot glass. She looked at her watch. “I should check out that church.” She stood up and the room began to spin.
Strong hands grabbed her. “You better sit down and let me bring you some coffee,” a soft voice said. “Besides, it’s raining.”
“Not a problem,” Parker said with a wave of her hand. “I don’t have far to go.” She gave Faith a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thanks.” When Faith nodded she added, “You’re a great dancer…can I come back sometime and dance with you again?”
Faith smiled.