Текст книги "Damsel In Danger"

Jason had to physically restrain himself from marching out of the pancake house, finding Brinley’s parents wherever they were, and smacking them upside the head. It was clear their words had hurt this sensitive young woman more than she cared to admit.

Something urged him to reach out and cover her hand with his, so small and soft compared to his own. “I’m from a big family and I know how it can be. One child is the jock. One is the brains. Another is the family clown. Our families put us in these slots and sometimes we get stuck there even in adulthood.”

“Dawn was glamorous. Beautiful.” Brinley shifted in the chair and stared out of the front window, avoiding his gaze. “Mom and Dad weren’t being mean or anything. They were telling it like it is. Dan was a great athlete and got a college scholarship. Dawn won pageants. I just didn’t do anything special. I lead a pretty quiet, unremarkable life if you want to know the truth.”

Jason had hidden scars he didn’t talk about but so did Brinley. Very different than his own but still painful. She was carrying around baggage she should had thrown off long ago.

“First, I think you look terrific. Very pretty. Any man would be proud to have you on his arm.” He squeezed her fingers reassuringly and she finally turned back to him, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. There was a soft gratefulness in her gaze that made him want to enfold her in his arms and tell her everything was going to be okay. “Second, I don’t think you can call your life ordinary or unremarkable any longer. A man died last night with your address in his hand. That’s not something that happens every day.”

A slow smile crossed her face and she actually began to laugh. “I never thought about it that way. I guess that is rare, or at least I hope it is for the sake of others. You have a great ability to see situations from an alternative angle. Did anyone ever tell you that?”

Once or twice.

“Thank you. When this is all over you’ll have a great story to tell your family. They won’t think you’re ordinary anymore.”

Brinley rested her chin in her palm, looking contemplative, but happier than she had a few minutes ago.

“I do have more than my share of common sense.”

“Good,” he said briskly as his phone began to vibrate. “We’re going to need every bit of it. That’s how cases are solved, you know. Hard work and common sense.”

He didn’t give her a chance to respond, instead answering his cell. It was his brother West.

“How’s it going? Any news?”

“You have terrible phone manners,” West chided. “Didn’t Mom teach you to say ‘hello’?”

“Okay, we’ll do it like that. Hello?”

His brother was busting his balls and Jason didn’t have much patience with it.

“That’s better. I do have some news, actually. I talked to the brother and informed him of Roger Gaines’s death. He’s agreed to talk to us this afternoon. I’m still tied up with the other murder case plus another meeting with the mayor. That man is a menace to this town. Election time can’t come soon enough. Is there any way you can make the trip?”

It was about two hours away but if they left right now they’d be there midday. Especially the way Jason drove. There were some moments like this where he really missed having a helicopter at his disposal.

“I don’t suppose you have a pen in that thing?” He gestured toward Brinley’s oversized purse. It was more like an overnight bag. He couldn’t imagine what she needed with something that big.

She nodded and dug deep into the recesses of the leather purse, pulling out a pen triumphantly and holding it up. Snagging it from her fingers, he jotted down the name and address on a napkin.

“Thanks, West. I’ll call you when we’re done.”

He hung up and handed the pen back, tucking the napkin into his shirt pocket. “Are you ready for more work?”

She nodded eagerly, her hazel eyes sparkling. “Absolutely. Where to next?”

He dug a few bills out of his wallet and tossed them on the table, waving away her own attempt to help pay the check. It wasn’t a date but Jason was old-fashioned about things like who paid or who opened the door.

“Billings. We’re going to talk to Roger Gaines’s older brother.” He checked himself. “Wait, I meant I am going to talk and you are going to sit there quietly and listen. How does that sound?”

Her full pink lips drooped with disappointment. “Typical. It sounds typical. But I’ll be like a quiet little mouse. You won’t even know I’m there.”

Jason would always know Brinley was near. She was a woman you couldn’t miss or ignore.

Chapter Six

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The resemblance was strong between Stuart and Roger Gaines. Both had a pallor that spoke of an indoor lifestyle plus a slight paunch around the middle that suggested hours of sitting per day. Both had the same hooked nose at the bridge and dark brown hair with a receding hairline. The only difference was that Stuart’s – being the older brother – had marched back a few more inches than Roger’s.

Stuart Gaines and his wife Lisa sat across from Jason and Brinley at the couple’s kitchen table. Stuart was holding his wife’s hand while drinking a cup of the coffee Lisa had served when they all sat down.

“We’re very sorry for your loss, Mr. Gaines. I know this is a difficult time for you and your wife but I do need to ask you a few questions. Your information could help us find the person that did this to Roger.”

Brinley held her tongue as Jason tried to alleviate the tension in the air. She’d never talked to anyone whose loved one had been murdered. Lisa and Stuart both had red-rimmed eyes indicating they’d been crying. It felt strange and a little rude to intrude upon someone’s grieving with nosy, personal questions but she and Jason had little choice if they wanted to find the killer.

“It’s okay.” Stuart squeezed his wife’s hand and nodded. Lisa’s lips trembled and she dabbed at her eyes with a tissue. “We want to help if we can.”

“I appreciate your cooperation.” Jason flipped open a small notebook, pen poised. “What can you tell us about your brother, Mr. Gaines? What were his usual daily habits? Who were his friends? That sort of thing. Please, take your time.”

Husband and wife quickly glanced at one another before Stuart spoke. “Roger was currently unemployed. He’d been having some trouble finding full time work since he graduated.”

“That was from the University of Montana, correct? In psychology?”

“Yes, that’s correct. He was planning to go to graduate school but he hadn’t gotten around to filling out the paperwork and so forth.”

While Jason and Stuart Gaines discussed the mundane topic of Roger’s educational goals, Brinley allowed her gaze to wander around the room. The kitchen was bright and sunny, scrupulously clean and tidy. The living room they’d walked through when they’d entered the home had been the same, barely looking lived in. Brinley’s own home was always clean but cluttered with books and newspapers in the living room and socks on the bedroom floor.

“So how did Roger spend his time when he wasn’t looking for a job?”

Lisa’s lips thinned and Stuart shifted in his chair. “Well, that’s an interesting question. The last several months Roger wasn’t really looking for a job. Not seriously anyway. He spent most of his time on his laptop. Pretty much all day and most of the night too.”

That sounded boring as hell but then Brinley was used to talking to people all day, even if those people happened to be short and about seven years old.

“Did Roger have any enemies? Anyone who might have wanted to hurt him? Anyone he may have owed money to?”

“He only owed money to us,” Lisa said, sitting up straighter in her chair. Stuart gave her a quelling look but she shook her head, rejecting whatever silent message was passing between the two of them. “What can it hurt now? Roger was a good boy but he had very little ambition since he graduated. The fact is I don’t think he wanted a job. When we would ask him about it he would talk about making YouTube videos and making a living that way.”

Brinley hadn’t even known you could make a living doing that. Apparently Jason hadn’t either because his brows had shot up and he was intently scribbling in his notebook.

“So you had to lend him money? But he didn’t borrow from anyone else?”

“Not that we know of. I asked Roger and he said he hadn’t.” Stuart answered this time and Lisa twisted her hands together, the knuckles white. “Roger had simply lost his way, that’s all. The fact is we didn’t see much of him unless it was dinner time. He kept to himself. Strange hours. He would have gotten bored eventually and straightened out.”

“What about his friends? Is there anyone he was close to? Maybe a girlfriend?”

“Roger didn’t go out much. He was kind of a homebody these past months.” Stuart frowned for a moment. “He did have a good friend in high school and college. Brad Enright. Good guy. We liked him a lot.”

Jason scratched down the name. “Is Brad local to the area?”

Lisa smiled and nodded. “He certainly is. He took over his father’s car dealership on the edge of town. Enright Luxury Cars. Brad was such a good friend to Roger. They were inseparable for the longest time.”

“We’ll want to talk to Brad. Can you think of anyone else?”

Stuart shook his head, red streaks high on his cheeks. “Roger didn’t share much with us, and I didn’t want to pry. He was a grown man, after all.”

Kind of. It sounded like Roger had never really launched into adulthood the way he should have.

“Can we see his room? It might help.”

The couple looked at each other, their expressions dubious, but finally Stuart relented, nodding his agreement.

“I guess it would be okay. We haven’t been up there in several days and it might be messy.”

“That’s fine,” Jason assured the man. “We’re not here to judge, only to try and find some leads.”

Lisa seemed to breathe easier. “I’ll show you up then. If you’ll follow me.”

The couple stood and she and Jason followed them past the laundry room to a set of stairs at the far side of the house. At the top was a closed door that Stuart opened, flipping on a light switch on the wall.

“Here it is. I don’t know how it will help.”

The smell was the first thing to hit Brinley. A combination of body odor and rotting food. She felt her stomach twist in her abdomen and she had to swallow down her rising breakfast that had lodged in her throat.

This was beyond mere clutter.

It looked like Roger had never put away anything in his entire life. Clothes, books, magazines, even dirty dishes were stacked everywhere. The only place that could be considered habitable was the desk area and still it was covered with papers and dust.

Lisa and Stuart looked embarrassed and uncomfortable. They’d probably had no idea of what they were going to find in this hidden room.

“You don’t need to hang around while we search if you don’t want to. We’ll call you if we need anything,” Jason offered.

“Well, if you don’t mind.” Stuart looked eager to leave the room. “We do have some arrangements still to make for the funeral. If you need us we’ll be in the kitchen.”

The couple practically fell over each other as they ran down the stairs. Brinley watched their hasty exit and then looked balefully at the room. “I can’t say as I blame them. This is beyond disgusting. How could he live in this?”

“You should have seen the apartment I lived in with three other guys in college,” Jason chuckled. “It wasn’t quite this bad but it wasn’t good either. We never brought girls back home. They would have run screaming from the building and never looked back.”

Brinley wrinkled her nose in distaste. “It stinks in here.”

“It sure as hell does so let’s get to it so we can get out of here. First rule, don’t touch anything.”

“No problem,” she retorted, eyeing a plate encrusted with something that looked like spaghetti with a layer of green mold. Acid rose in her throat and she shuddered at the thought of what might be buried in these piles. “I wasn’t planning to, believe me.”

Jason pulled a set of rubber gloves from his back pocket. He’d retrieved them from a case in the back of his truck when they’d arrived at the Gaines home. She’d thought it strange at the time but now it made perfect sense.

Evidence. She needed to be more cognizant of that little detail.

“Here’s my phone.” He handed her his cell. “You can take pictures.”

“Of anything in particular?”

“When I ask you to. I don’t have a warrant and I doubt they’ll allow me to take anything, so if we find something interesting we’re going to have to take a picture of it.”

Jason waded through the stacks of laundry on the bed and floor, tossing things aside until he’d dug all the way to the mattress. A white shirt landed on top of the ever growing pile and Brinley froze when she saw a large red stain.

“Wait. Is that…blood?”

Jason frowned and picked up the discarded shirt to examine it more closely. He spread out the fabric and even sniffed at it, making her stomach turn at the thought of doing the same.

“You’ve found something alright.”

Maybe a clue. Something that would tell her why Roger Gaines had her address. She leaned forward over the garment that was laid out on the bed.

“What did I find?” she whispered, her heart beating fast in her chest.

“A ketchup stain. That’s never going to come out. He might as well have tossed the shirt in the garbage.”

Brinley’s head whipped around and her gaze landed on Jason, who was having a difficult time not bursting into laughter. His lips twitched and his green eyes danced with mischief.

This was so not funny.

Slapping his arm, she let out a groan of frustration. “Don’t be an ass. I was only trying to help.”

“I know. And I appreciate it. Really.”

She rolled her eyes and followed him as he worked his way to the desk area. He pointed to the stacks of books and papers. “If we’re going to find anything important it will probably be here.”

Brinley certainly hoped so. So far this entire trip had been a big waste of time.

Jason held up two heavy books. “Now here is something interesting. Books on forensic science. Gaines was a psychology major, so what would he be doing with these? Let’s get pictures of them.”

Brinley snapped each of the books with Jason’s cell as he sifted through a stack of papers, holding up a few.

“Information about handguns and blood splatter. What the hell? It looks like Gaines had more than a passing interest in criminology. Maybe he was using his degree to study criminal behavior.”

She snapped a few more pictures and peered into the bookcase next to the desk. There were several binders and she almost reached for one but pulled back just in time.

“Oops. That was close. Can you see what’s in these? It looks like they are one of the few things in this room that was organized.”

“I thought you didn’t want to touch anything in here.” Jason pulled the three binders from their spot on the shelf, sending up a puff of dust. Brinley sneezed as Jason flipped open the first one and paged through the contents. “It looks like information on a serial killer case in Florida. These last pages show an arrest and an upcoming trial.”

The two other binders held basically the same items except for different cases. Grisly photos and explicit details were not the norm for Brinley in her everyday life. She was used to macaroni art projects and stories about the family pet.

The picture she was getting of Roger Gaines was turning creepy. A young man who had lost his ambition and had turned to absorbing everything he could find about crime and violence instead.

“Do you think someone killed him in self-defense?” she asked, looking around the room again. Had Roger’s mind been as messy and cluttered as his room? “Do you think he stopped reading and started doing?”

“Are you asking if Roger Gaines was studying to be a killer?” Jason shook his head. “I don’t think so. It looks like he was studying to become a profiler. Remember, there was no struggle in Gaines’s room so it’s highly unlikely it was self-defense.”

“This is still weird. He was obsessed with murder. And then he was murdered.”

“The question is does one have anything to do with the other or is this a macabre coincidence?”

“My mother once told my brother that coincidences were only facts not known yet.”

Jason quirked an eyebrow. “Interesting observation. What brought it on?”

Brinley smiled as she remembered the occasion. “The parents of Dan’s friends all called our house one Sunday morning before church. All their sons had spent the night with Dan out in the tent in the backyard and were now sicker than a dog and puking their guts up. So was Dan, by the way. Mom and Dad had been out of town the night before so of course they questioned my brother. Dan tried to convince my parents that it was just an amazing coincidence. Mom and Dad thought there was more to the situation that they weren’t aware of. Turns out there was a keg of beer, and a party too.”

“Ah, those pesky facts. They do give our secrets away.” Jason chuckled and motioned to the untouched side of the room. “Let’s see if we can get a few more of those facts. But that story has a good lesson in it. Friends know many more secrets than family ever does. We definitely need to talk to Brad Enright. My hope is that he can give some context to what we’ve found today. Hell, maybe he knows why Roger had your address. He might be the type to confide everything to someone he was close to.”

“Are we almost done here? I’m beginning to get used to the smell and that worries me.”

Jason chuckled, the sound low and deep. “We can’t have that. Let’s get this done and get out of here. I don’t like invading the Gaines’s privacy at a time like this any more than we have to.”

Their visit had only created more questions and hadn’t answered any of the ones they’d already had. Solving this murder wasn’t going to be as easy as Brinley had hoped.

She might never find out why Roger Gaines had her address in his hand when he died.