Holding Out For A Hero. Pamela Tracy

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      She was working hard to keep control, and Oscar had the feeling it wouldn’t take much to get her to reveal what she knew. She kept looking past them, through the wide doorway, at the front desk, where the nurse and Ryan were playing some online game on the computer.

      Riley placed an audio recording device on the coffee table in front of them. Oscar couldn’t tell where he’d stashed it earlier. “Do you mind if I record this?”

      “I do mind.”

      Riley didn’t hesitate. “Then I’ll take notes.”

      A visitor or two wandered into the piano room, seemed to sense the seriousness of the situation and quickly wandered out.

      Shelley, her voice shaky, said, “Look, I got scared yesterday. Maybe I made a few bad decisions, but what’s happening now, you here questioning me, is exactly why I didn’t report the...the body immediately or report it in person.”

      Oscar watched Riley regroup and understood exactly what the other cop was doing. They needed Shelley to work with them, not against them. Riley rested his pencil on his notepad, and Oscar used the opportunity to take over.

      “Right now, all we want is to know everything you saw yesterday morning. Start with the fifteen minutes before you met up with me.”

      She didn’t answer. She sat quiet, but certainly not calm. She perched on the edge of the couch looking poised for flight.

      Oscar downplayed the seriousness of her situation by sharing, “I’ve already told Riley what I noticed during the walk.” He cleared his throat, hoping his comment would relax her. “I’ve told him how no one was out, not even Mrs. Simms taking care of the flowers in her front yard. I told him about seeing you, and about a white car that turned the corner.”

      For a moment, she was so still, he couldn’t even tell if she was breathing. Then she said, “I’ll tell you what I know, but it’s not much. We were running late. I’d had trouble sleeping because Abigail’s dog woke me up about five. Then the phone rang, and I got upset. That cost us precious time. Fifteen minutes before we encountered you, I was getting Ryan ready for preschool. I tried to hurry him. As we started I didn’t see anyone out.”

      Oscar asked, “What got you upset?”

      Shelley looked at Riley. “Someone got my number and wanted me to pay back money that Larry took.”

      Riley nodded. “Go on.”

      “It was hot outside. I was miserable. We walk to preschool. I’m watching my pennies, saving gas. Even if it makes us later, we walk. We’d just made it past the first house.” She looked at Oscar. “The young couple.”

      “Candace and Cody,” he supplied.

      “We saw you, and Ryan fell in love with your dog. Then he got distracted, and you saw him run up to the big picture window. I followed. That’s when I saw her, lying on the floor. I could tell she was dead.”

      “Why didn’t you holler for me?”

      Shelley looked like Mona Lisa with her lips pressed together. His sister looked exactly the same when she felt backed into a corner and about to come out fighting. “You were already down the street.” Shelley kept her words quiet, monotone.

      “You could have caught me.”

      “I didn’t want to upset Ryan.”

      Riley took control of the interview. “Ryan saw Candace Livingston?”

      “That’s her last name?” Shelley whispered.

      “Candace Maria Livingston,” Riley said.

      Shelley shook her head. “Poor woman. Yes, Ryan saw her and thought she was sleeping. I don’t think he even noticed the blood.”

      “How well did you know her?”

      “Not at all. I’d seen her once or twice in the driveway. She’d say hi, and I’d say hi back. Nothing else.”

      Riley asked, “You’d never seen inside her living room?”

      “No, just yesterday morning when I was looking in. I got away from there as fast as I could. I took care of my son, kept him safe, and I eventually notified the police.”

      “It’s the eventually that concerns us,” Oscar said.

      Riley added, “Want to tell me why you packed up and left?”

      Shelley rolled her eyes. “I’m not staying in the neighborhood. Not only has someone been murdered, but also I’m the one who found her. I’ve got enough on my plate and plenty of reasons not to trust the police. Another reason I called you and didn’t leave my name. I wanted to let you know what I discovered and stay anonymous. Shouldn’t I be given the courtesy of reporting a crime while remaining anonymous?”

      “There are ways,” Riley agreed, “to stay anonymous. You didn’t choose that route.”

      “I was flustered,” Shelley said.

      “What I can’t explain,” Riley mused slowly, “is why you came back.”

      “Again, as I told Officer Guzman earlier, I came back because of my dad.”

      “Your dad is safe.”

      She glanced down the hallway. Nope, Oscar thought, this woman did not truly believe her dad was safe. That meant she didn’t feel that she or Ryan was safe. Oscar needed to find out why. If it wasn’t for the fact that nothing had been taken from Candace’s house—not money, jewelry or electronics—Oscar might think Larry Wagner had something to do with the crime.

      Oscar had to act. He was losing this argument. “Ms. Brubaker, Candace was a friend of mine. I’ve known her since she was in kindergarten. She was a good person who never hurt anyone. Anything you can tell us would be appreciated.”

      “I can’t tell you any more than I already have,” Shelley whispered.

      “Can’t or won’t?” Oscar demanded, ignoring the look of reprimand Riley shot him.

      “I didn’t know her,” Shelley protested. “I followed Ryan to the window. He said, ‘She’s asleep.’ I took one look and knew that wasn’t the case. I was terrified. It hasn’t even been six months since my ex-husband took off. You called me Shelley Wagner. You’ve been in town, what, a month? And you already know who I am, so you must know the destruction he left and what I went through, what I’m still going through. I get calls every week from people wanting my story or wanting me to reimburse them for what my husband stole from them. If I had waltzed into the station and reported seeing a dead body, I’d have been on the five o’clock news yesterday. Ryan doesn’t need the circus to begin again. He’s just now sleeping through the night.”

      “What if your hesitation, your unwillingness to tell us everything you saw, gives the murderer an opportunity to kill again?” Riley queried.

      Not the direction Oscar would have taken, but it didn’t seem to faze Shelley Brubaker.

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