Silent Killer. Beverly Barton

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      Mike parked his truck in the alley behind Treasures of the Past, but instead of getting out immediately, he killed the engine and sat there collecting his thoughts. He hadn’t dreaded anything this much in a long time. He had known Cathy since she was a kid. He’d grown up with her, gone to church where she went, lived on the same block. And he had been crazy in love with her best friend for as far back as he could remember. There hadn’t been anyone else for him except Lorie Hammonds, from elementary school through high school and his first two years at the junior college. He and Lorie had often double-dated with Cathy and whatever friend of his he could talk into taking Cathy out. It wasn’t that Cathy hadn’t been cute, but she’d been shy and bookish, and all the guys knew they wouldn’t get past first base with her.

      And then Jack Perdue had noticed Cathy. He’d been home on leave from the army and visiting Mike and his family. From the minute Jack had asked Cathy for a date, the two had been inseparable for the remaining two weeks of Jack’s stay in Dunmore.

      If he’d ever seen two people in love…

      Mike didn’t know what had happened between them, why things hadn’t worked out. All he knew was that less than three months later, Cathy married Mark Cantrell, and shortly after that he’d accepted a preaching position at a church in another state. And that same year, Lorie had won a talent contest and flown off to Los Angeles to become a Hollywood star.

      Mike slammed his fist down on the steering wheel.

      It had taken him a long time to stop loving Lorie, but eventually he’d met someone else, a sweet girl named Molly. They’d had six great years and two fabulous kids together before he’d lost her. When Lorie had finally come back to Dunmore, he’d been too busy caring for his dying wife and his two small children to take much notice.

      The sound of a car horn coming from the nearby street jerked Mike out of his memories and reminded him of where he was and why he was here.

      Stop putting things off. Go do what you have to do.

      He got out of the truck, walked over to the back door of Treasures and knocked. Ordering Jack to stay at the scene of the crime had been the only way to keep him from coming along.

      “I need you here at the park,” Mike had told him. “I’m making you the liaison between the sheriff’s department and the police department on this murder case. If you want to help Cathy, then do your job and help us find the killer.”

      Jack hadn’t put up an argument. Instead he had said, “Yeah, sure. There’s no reason for me to go with you. There’s nothing I can do for her.”

      Mike hated to admit that Lorie had been right—Cathy didn’t need to deal with Jack, not right now. He hadn’t wanted to believe that there might still be some unresolved feelings between Cathy and Jack, because if he did, he’d have to face the fact that he still had some unresolved feelings for Lorie.

      When no one came to the back door, he knocked again, louder and harder.

      “Coming,” Lorie called.

      He took a deep breath.

      Lorie opened the door and looked up at him with those big brown eyes that had haunted his dreams for years. “She’s in the kitchenette. I got her to eat a bite, because I figured once she hears the news, she’ll lose her appetite.”

      When Lorie moved aside, allowing him to enter, he asked, “Have you said anything to her?”

      Lorie shook her head. “No, but I’ve been so jittery that I think she knows something’s up. She’s asked me a couple of times if I’m all right.”

      “How is she? I mean really, how is she? Can she take this news without cracking up?”

      “She’s been doing better than fine since she came home. She smiles and laughs, and she’s been holding her own against Elaine and the Cantrells. She’s the same wonderful Cathy she always was, only better. She’s stronger and more self-confident.”

      “So you think she’ll handle this okay, then?”

      “God, I hope so.”

      “I thought you said—”

      “This news will force her to relive the day Mark died. I don’t know how she’ll cope with that. I think she’ll do okay, but…Damn, bad things just shouldn’t happen to good people like Cathy.”

      “Bad things happen to good people all the time.” Molly had been one of the finest women he’d ever known, and yet she had suffered unbearably for the last year of her life.

      Cathy came out of the kitchenette. “Hey, is that you, Mike?”

      “Yeah, it’s me.” He moved past Lorie and went straight to Cathy.

      Lorie came up beside him. Cathy looked from one to the other.

      “What’s wrong? What’s happened? It’s not Seth…?”

      “Seth is fine,” Lorie and Mike said in unison.

      “Then what is it?”

      “Why don’t we go sit down,” Mike suggested.

      Cathy shook her head. “No. Whatever it is, tell me now.”

      Mike sucked in air and blew out a frustrated breath. “We’ve had a homicide in Dunmore. Andy—you know Andy Gamble is the county coroner now—anyway, Andy thinks the man was killed sometime last night.”

      Cathy stared at him, her blue-green eyes wide and her lips slightly parted. Lorie grabbed Cathy’s arm.

      “How was this man killed?” Cathy asked.

      Mike grimaced. “It looks like he was set on fire.”

      Cathy staggered. Lorie tightened her grip and held fast.

      “I wanted to tell you before you heard it from somebody else,” Mike said. “We don’t have an official ID yet, but we believe the victim was Father Brian Myers, a Catholic priest from Huntsville.”

      “Another clergyman was set on fire.” Cathy reached out and clasped Lorie’s hand. “It’s the same person who killed Mark and Reverend Randolph, isn’t it?”

      “We aren’t sure, but yeah, we think maybe it is.”

      Chapter Seven

      Jack stood off to the side talking to Chief Ballard while Andy Gamble’s two-person crew carried the body bag out of the СКАЧАТЬ