Under Suspicion. Mallory Kane

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СКАЧАТЬ strange, invisible mist made everything you wore and everything you touched damp. And with the sun out and drawing steam from people as well as roads and metal surfaces, it could be disturbingly hard to breathe.

      Getting out of the car, Zach shrugged his shoulders, trying to peel the damp material of his white cotton shirt away from his skin, but he knew that within seconds it would be stuck again. Then he took off his sunglasses. They had fogged up immediately when the damp heat hit them. Without their protection, however, the sun’s glare made it almost impossible to see. He shaded his eyes and squinted at the small group of people who were gathered around the funeral home’s canopy. Most of them were dressed in black. The men had removed their jackets and hung them over the backs of the metal folding chairs set up under the canopy.

      He wished he could leave his jacket in the car but that was out of the question. He’d always found it more efficient to travel armed, in his official capacity as a National Security Agency investigative agent. Today, though, a storm had hit New Orleans about a half hour before the plane’s arrival time and not even his high-security clearance could clear the runway in time for him to rent a car and make it to Bonne Chance for Tristan’s funeral service. It looked as though he’d barely made it to the graveside in time.

      He grabbed the jacket and put it on, then blew on the sunglasses to dry the condensation. He held them up to the light for inspection and put them back on.

      As he walked toward the stately aboveground tomb that held at least three generations of the DuChaud family, he tried to sort out the people gathered there. Townspeople, family, friends like himself. But his sunglasses were fogging up again.

      He approached slowly, breathing in the smell of freshly turned earth that mixed with the fishy, slightly moldy smell of the bayou, an unforgettable odor he’d grown up with and hadn’t missed for one second in the thirteen years since he’d been gone.

      Zach had pushed the speed limit as much as he could, considering what he knew about speed traps in south Louisiana, and still he’d not only missed Tristan’s funeral, he’d almost missed the graveside service. It was just as well, he supposed. He’d dreaded seeing his classmates, most of whom had settled down in Bonne Chance like Tristan, and spent their lives working on oil rigs or fishing. He hadn’t looked forward to answering their half-deriding questions about life in the big city.

      Tristan DuChaud. His best friend, for as long as he could remember, was one of the finest people Zach had ever known. Maybe the finest. His gaze went to the carved stone of the tomb, its thick walls and ornate steeple soaking up all the warmth and sunlight and leaving Tristan’s final resting place cold and dank.

      It was strange and sad to be here, knowing his friend was gone. Especially since their last conversation had been a fight, about Sandy, of course. It had occurred two days before Zach, his older sister, Zoe, and their mom moved from Bonne Chance to Houston three days before Zach’s fifteenth birthday. Sandy was mad at Tristan for some reason and she’d come to Zach’s house to talk, just as she’d always done.

      Tristan and Sandy had liked each other ever since third grade and everybody knew they’d get married one day. They were that couple, the one that would be together forever. But Tristan had always had a jealous streak, and that irritated Sandy to no end. Sometimes she’d egg him on by flirting with Zach, which infuriated Tristan, even though, or maybe because, he and Zach were best friends.

      As Zach got closer to the grave site, the formless figures shimmering in the heat began to coalesce into recognizable people. The stocky man holding the Bible was, of course, Michael Duffy. His thick shock of light brown hair looked a little out of place above the black suit and white priest’s collar he wore. Zach had heard from his mother that Duff had become a priest after the awful accident the night of Zoe’s graduation, but he’d found it hard to believe that the fun-loving, hard-partying Duff was now a priest.

      Duff raised his hand and the small group of people moved to sit in the folding chairs. Zach finally spotted Sandy, Tristan’s wife—or widow. She looked as though she was doing okay, but for some reason, she was being led to the first chair by a woman he didn’t recognize.

      He studied the woman. She was about the same size as Sandy—maybe more slender. He couldn’t place her. Was she a relative of Sandy’s? Of Tristan’s? He didn’t remember ever seeing her before, and he would have remembered her. She had an intensity that he wasn’t sure he’d ever noticed in a woman before.

      The woman got Sandy settled then straightened and glanced around. She didn’t seem to be looking for anyone in particular, but the tension that wafted from her like heat still reached out to him. He watched her, his interest piqued, not so much by her appearance, although she was attractive. He was interested in what she was doing.

      Surveillance. The word popped out of his subconscious. He rolled it on his tongue. Surveillance. The woman was doing surveillance of the area.

      As the woman checked the perimeter of the grave site, Zach noticed a subtle shift in her demeanor. She hadn’t moved, but something about her had changed. When he’d first noticed her, she’d been alert, but she’d reminded him a bit of a mother hen, scurrying to keep up with Sandy, her chick. That impression had faded when she’d begun surveying the area.

      Now there was nothing left of the mother hen. The woman was poised and taut in a way she hadn’t been before. As he watched, she straightened, her entire focus as sharp and unwavering as an eagle that has spotted its prey.

      As Zach watched her transform from protector to predator, an electric hum vibrated along his nerve endings. He felt attuned to her, as though he knew what she was thinking, what she was planning. She stepped closer to Sandy, her weight evenly balanced between her feet, her focus unwavering.

      He followed her line of vision and saw two men. Like many of the others, they were dressed in slacks and a shirt with no tie, as if they’d taken off their jackets because of the heat. But these two stood at the edge of the canopy with their hands in their pockets rather than sitting and they seemed to avoid looking at anyone directly.

      Zach thought there was a family resemblance between the two, although the younger one looked as though he might still be in high school. So they were probably father and son.

      He glanced back at the woman. He couldn’t tell if she knew them, but he could tell that she was expecting trouble.

      Her intensity fed his. His scalp began to burn. His senses focused to a razor-honed sharpness as time seemed to slow down. His entire body tightened and he instinctively shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet. An almost imperceptible vibration hummed through his muscles and tendons.

      At that instant, as if his energy had reached her, the woman looked directly at him. A knife edge of caution sliced into his chest. He’d never seen her before, but in that instant when her gaze met his through the shimmering heat, he had a sinking feeling that before this day was over, he was going to wish he hadn’t seen her now.

      Her gaze slid away from him and back to the man and boy. Again, Zach looked, too. The boy was whispering to his father. He nodded in the direction of the woman and Sandy, and the older man shook his head no. He urged the son closer to the lined-up chairs as Duff called for everyone to bow their heads for prayer.

      Duff began his supplication to the Lord without bowing his own head. As he spoke, he looked Zach up and down, nodded in recognition and tilted his head disapprovingly all at the same time. Zach stood still, clasped his hands behind his back and bowed his head. But he couldn’t close his eyes. He kept the two men in his peripheral vision. If they moved suddenly, he wanted to know.

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