Dangerous Tidings. Dana Mentink

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      “You’re a grinch, Brent,” she’d said. “The holiday is supposed to be filled with rejoicing.”

      Rejoicing wasn’t something he’d ever made time for. Fun, sometimes. Mischief, certainly. But now he wondered if he’d missed the mark. Lives were so fragile, blown out in a moment like a candle in a strong wind. His heart thumped hard.

       Quit going to the worst-case scenario. You’re going to find her.

      He upended the stone rabbit sculpture where Pauline had always hidden a spare key and where he’d replaced it after his visit last week.

      Pausing before he fitted the key into the lock, he noted a car driving slowly by. He stepped into the shadows. It was not the vehicle he’d seen at the Gallagher place. The vehicle continued on. He waited. Another three minutes and it came by again, this time, pulling to a stop.

      A familiar figure got out.

      “Busy night for you,” he said.

      Donna jumped. “You scared me.”

      “That’s because you’re the trespasser now. I’m surprised Marco let you come here alone.” Even in the dim light, he could see the chagrin on her face.

      “He’s traveling,” she mumbled.

      “And you waited until after he left, didn’t you?”

      She flipped her hair away from her cheeks, her posture straight, defiant. “I need to know.”

      Brent noted how her skin shone luminous in the moonlight. “Thought you were a veterinarian. Decided to take up the family business?”

      She stiffened. “Shouldn’t we take a look inside?”

      Brent considered. “We? I didn’t think you were interested in working together on this.”

      She stayed quiet for a moment. “Figuring out what happened to Pauline may shed some light on why my father was murdered. We’re both after the same thing.”

      “All right,” he said. “Let’s go inside, then. I’ve already checked it out, but maybe I missed something.”

      Donna considered the house. “This is a nice place. What does your sister do for a living?”

      “She’s the activities director for a group home for mentally challenged adults.”

      He read the expression, the one that said, “And how does someone who makes that kind of money afford a house like this in Coronado?” “She was married, briefly. Her husband died. She bought this house with the life insurance money.” Not that it’s any of your business, he felt like adding.

      They entered the kitchen and Brent turned on the lights. Spotless. It was always spotless, even during his last visit on Thanksgiving, when they’d eaten take-out chow mein after she’d burned the turkey and they’d watched an old Abbott and Costello movie. Everything was painted in soothing ivory, complementing the marbled counters. Fat red Christmas candles sat on the kitchen table, unburned.

      Just like last time, he saw nothing unusual, until he noticed the corner of a plastic bag sticking out from the kitchen drawer. Inside, he found a plastic zip-top bag containing travel bottles of shampoo, conditioner and hand lotion. A Post-it note was stuck to the bag. Stop mail.

      His heart surged as he held it up for Donna to see. Pauline really was on a trip. He wondered why he hadn’t noticed the bag sticking out of the drawer on his last visit.

      “Everything looks neat and tidy,” Donna said. She opened the refrigerator. For some reason, the intrusion into Pauline’s privacy bothered Brent. “There’s nothing left to spoil. That seems to confirm she’s traveling. Her car’s not here, either. What does she drive?”

      “Old orange Toyota. I tell her she looks like she’s driving a pumpkin, but she loves the color.”

      “Where’s Radar?” Donna pointed to an empty food bowl next to a nearly dry water dish.

      “Pauline never leaves Radar behind. If she’s on a trip, she’s probably taken him along,” Brent said.

      “Or she might have boarded him in a kennel,” Donna said. “I can check into that.”

      The kitchen phone rang, jarring in the silence of the house.

      Brent picked it up, recognizing the number, the same caller who had contacted his cell earlier. “Who is this?” He put the phone on speaker.

      “I want to know where she left it.” High voice, shaky, nervous.

      “What? Who is this?”

      There was a muffled sob. “I told her he was dangerous.”

      Brent found himself holding his breath. “Who is this and what do you know about my sister?”

      “I’ve gotta get out of here.” The man’s voice dissolved into more crying.

      “Stay on the line,” Brent commanded, his skin prickling. “Tell me what you know about my sister.”

      But the caller had hung up.

      Donna’s lips were pressed together in a thin line. “That number,” she said, pointing to the number on the phone’s tiny digital screen. “It’s not the same person who called the office.”

      “Was it the voice of the man who attacked you?”

      “I can’t say for sure. I don’t think so.”

      Two guys?

      He stared at the phone, jaw tight.

      “Did you hear that?” Donna cocked her head, and he noticed for the first time that her long hair was spangled with raindrops.

      He listened. A slow scraping sound teased his skin into goose bumps.

      “Where’s that coming from?” he murmured.

      “Below,” she whispered, looking to the narrow staircase in the corner of the kitchen. “There’s someone down there.”

      He heard it then, a long slow movement, the sound of someone dragging a dead weight.

      In the basement.

       FOUR

      Donna tensed as Brent started for the stairs at a sprint. “Wait here,” he said.

      “Not likely.”

      He flashed her a roguish smile that made her want to smile back and then eased open the door. The stairwell was dark. She listened, her hand finding his back, reading the tension coiled in his shoulders.

      “Is this the only way in and out?” she whispered, catching the fragrance of his aftershave.

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