Don't Cry. Beverly Barton

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      “The police probably haven’t identified the victim,” Audrey said. “Until they do, we cannot lose hope that the woman they found isn’t Jill.”

      “I can’t stand it.” Mindy gripped Audrey’s hand. “Mom’s falling apart and…” Unable to control her tears, Mindy jerked away from Audrey and dropped her head, hunched her trembling shoulders, and covered her face with her hands.

      As Audrey turned to comfort Mindy, she spotted her friend Tamara Lovelady, lifting the crime scene tape, walking under it, and heading in their direction. She and Tam had been friends all their lives. Both of their dads had been Chattanooga policemen. Oddly enough, she and Tam had been born exactly two days apart. How many birthday parties had they shared over the years? Their last party had been four years ago when they turned thirty, an event hosted by Tam’s parents.

      Tam’s eyes widened with a hint of surprise when she saw Audrey. Despite Mary Nell reaching out to Tam, she passed by Jill’s mother and came straight to Audrey.

      “Are you here with the Scott family?” Tam asked.

      “Yes. Mary Nell—Mrs. Scott—was with me when we got the news about the body being found here in Lookout Valley.” Audrey leaned down and whispered, “Is it Jill Scott?”

      Tam, who stood five-three in her bare feet, looked up at Audrey, who towered over her at five-nine, and replied, “We’ll need a family member to officially ID the body, but, yes, we’re pretty sure it’s her.”

      “What are y’all talking about?” Mary Nell demanded, her eyes wild with fear. “Tell me! I have every right to know if…” She gulped down her hysterical sobs. “If it’s Jill, I want to see her.”

      “Mrs. Scott, I’m Officer Lovelady.” Tam’s gaze settled sympathetically on Mary Nell. “The body is being taken to the ME’s office. We’d appreciate it if a member of the family”—Tam looked directly at Charlie Scott—“would identify the body.”

      Mary Nell keened shrilly, the sound gaining everyone’s immediate attention.

      “Isn’t there some way that Mr. and Mrs. Scott could see the body now?” Audrey asked.

      “I don’t know. I’ll check with Garth—”

      “Please, let me see her,” Mary Nell whimpered.

      “Why don’t y’all give me a few minutes,” Tam said. “Audrey, want to come with me?”

      “Sure.”

      When they were out of earshot of the Scott family, Tam said, “Mrs. Scott is going to fall apart if she sees her daughter’s body.”

      “I’ve already called her GP to alert him that she’s going to need medication.”

      “Good.”

      Tam took Audrey with her past the tape barricade as she rushed to catch up with Pete Tipton’s assistants, who were carrying the body bag toward the ME’s van parked in the restaurant’s back parking lot.

      “Wait up, guys,” Tam called to them.

      Tipton, who was still talking to Garth and another man, someone Audrey didn’t know, quickly ended his conversation and threw up his hand. “What’s wrong?”

      “Nothing,” Tam said. “I just need y’all to wait a couple of minutes.”

      Tipton, Garth, and the stranger came over to where Tam and Audrey stood only a few feet away from the body bag.

      “Look, the parents want to see the body now,” Tam explained. “The mother is hysterical as it is. I don’t think letting her see the body can make it any worse.”

      “If anything, it might help her.” Audrey injected her opinion. “The not knowing is often far worse than the knowing.” She glanced at Garth, her step-uncle, and saw the flash of painful memories in his eyes. “If it is Jill, then why make her parents wait any longer to find out the truth?”

      “And you are?” The tall, rough-around-the-edges stranger looked right at Audrey. The midday sun turned his salt-and-pepper hair to black-streaked silver.

      Garth looked questioningly at Audrey and asked, “What are you doing here?”

      “I’m here with—” Audrey said, but Tam interrupted her and rushed straight into introductions.

      “Audrey, this is Special Agent Cass with the TBI.”

      Garth added, “J.D., this is my niece, Dr. Sherrod.”

      Audrey and J.D. Cass exchanged quick, intense inspections. She wasn’t sure exactly what he thought of her and really didn’t care. As a general rule, people tended to like her and she liked almost everyone she met. But there was something about the way this man looked at her, as if he found some flaw she wasn’t aware of, that annoyed her.

      His black-eyed gaze settled on her face and then he smiled. “You’re not an M.D., are you?” He rubbed his chin. “Hmm…Let me guess—”

      “Doctorate of philosophy in psychology,” Audrey told him. “I’m a mental health therapist.”

      “Audrey is Mary Nell Scott’s counselor,” Tam explained. “She came here with Jill Scott’s family because Mrs. Scott is one of her patients.”

      “Damn,” Garth grumbled under his breath.

      “Is it your professional opinion that Mrs. Scott can handle seeing her daughter’s corpse?” J.D. asked, his gaze intensely focused on Audrey

      “It’s my opinion that seeing her daughter’s body—if indeed that’s Jill”—she nodded toward the body bag—“will harm her less than not knowing.”

      Audrey glared at J.D. Cass. Admittedly, she found him attractive. Who wouldn’t? He was about six-three, broad shouldered, and extremely masculine, although not classically handsome. But for some reason, he irritated her. Maybe it was because of the almost condescending way he’d said, “You’re not an M.D.” Or it could be because she sensed that he found her lacking in one way or another?

      And that bothers you, doesn’t it?

      Damn right it did. After all, she was reasonably attractive, some even said pretty. She was highly intelligent and well educated and possessed more than competent social graces. Who was he to look down his imperfect nose at her?

      “Let’s get this over with,” Pete Tipton said. “Bring the parents over and let them ID the body.” He motioned to his assistants.

      “Thank you.” Audrey focused on the ME, offering him a genuine smile.

      “I’ll tell the Scotts.” By the time the statement left her lips, Tam was in motion.

      Garth received a phone call, excused himself, and left Audrey and the TBI agent standing side by side. Usually quite adept at conversation, even idle chitchat when necessary, Audrey suddenly found herself unnaturally silent.

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