Shadow Dance (9 page)

“Why would you call the FBI?” the chief demanded.

“My brother Nick is an FBI agent. I talked to his partner and he assured me that he and Nick would be here shortly, but in the meantime, he’s sending over a couple of agents from the area’s district field office.”

Sheriff Randy didn’t seem to be fazed hearing the FBI was going to get involved. J. D., on the other hand, looked startled and angry.

“She’s bluffing.”

Sheriff Randy continued on to his car. “Hold on there,” J. D. called out. “My brother has the right to question her.”

“No, he doesn’t,” Jordan said. J. D.’s eyes bored into her. She didn’t flinch. She knew he was trying to frighten her, but she wasn’t about to shrivel up or cower. Then he took a threatening step toward her. Bring it on, she thought. He’d caught her unaware with the first punch, but she wasn’t about to let that happen again. This time she would be ready for him.

“Maggie, are you gonna let the FBI come in here and tell you what to do?” J. D. whined. “After all Randy and I have done for you? You wouldn’t be such a hot shot chief of police if it weren’t for—”

Haden cut him off. “Listen here,” she said. “I’m not letting anyone tell me what to do. Randy?”

The sheriff turned back. “What, Maggie?”

“What are you doing all the way over here anyway? And how come you’re out of uniform?”

“I was planning to take the day off,” he said. “Can’t you see the fishing poles in my car? I came over to go fishing with my brother.”

“You always drive your pickup when you go fishing,” she pointed out.

“I didn’t today, did I?”

“No need to get snide with me. You ought to get on with fishing and let me do my job.”

“But the FBI…” J. D. began.

Jordan deliberately interrupted. “I hope your police station is large enough to accommodate my family. I’m certain by now all of my brothers have heard and are on their way. And I’ve got a lot of brothers. Funny thing is, most of them are in law enforcement. Theo, my oldest brother,” she said, her tone annoyingly cheerful, “he doesn’t like to boast, but he’s pretty high up in the Justice Department.” She stared at J. D.’s ugly face as she added, “The United States Justice Department. Alec is working undercover for the FBI now, but he’ll want to come here too. Oh, and then there’s Dylan. He’s a chief of police himself,” she continued. “I imagine he’ll want to have a little chat with Sheriff Randy and J. D. You see, none of them is going to believe that nonsense about a car chase, and like me, they’re going to wonder who’s lying and why.”

“You bitch,” J. D. snarled.

“Get in the car, J. D.,” his brother said. “Maggie, I want to talk to you in private.”

“You stay right where you are,” the chief said to Jordan. “Boys, you keep a watch on her,” she called out to the paramedics as she hurried toward the sheriff.

Jordan watched the two in conversation from where she stood. The chief got as close to the sheriff as she could and nodded several times, obviously agreeing to whatever he was telling her. Not good, Jordan thought. Not good at all.

A couple of minutes passed and then finally the Dickey brothers got in their car and took off.

Chief Haden looked disgusted. “I’m going to find out what’s going on here. What’d you do to provoke the sheriff?”

“I didn’t do anything,” Jordan countered.

As though Jordan hadn’t spoken, she continued, “You’re going to tell me why the sheriff wanted to take you with him for questioning. What is it he knows about you?”

Before Jordan could tell her that she didn’t have the faintest idea what was in either of the Dickey brothers’ twisted minds and she wasn’t about to start guessing, the coroner, wearing sunglasses and a Dallas Cowboys cap, pulled into the lot in a powder pink convertible.

Del took hold of Jordan’s arm. “Come on back to the ambulance and wait with us.”

Jordan went with the paramedic, but she kept her eye on Chief Haden, who was next to the rental car conversing with the coroner. When she was ready to leave, she shoved Jordan into the backseat of her squad car but didn’t bother handcuffing her. They drove to the corner and stopped. Haden called her deputy and left a message with his wife to find him and tell him to report to the police station as soon as possible.

“Tell Joe I’ve got a murder investigation.”

Jordan inwardly cringed over the glee she heard in the woman’s voice. The chief gunned the engine and roared through town with her siren blasting away.

T
HE POLICE STATION WAS EXTREMELY SMALL
. J
ORDAN THOUGHT
it looked like an old western movie set. There were two desks with a waist-high wooden railing between them and a swinging gate to the inner sanctum with a tiny office the size of a toll booth at the back for the sheriff. A door on the left led to a hallway with a bathroom and a single jail cell.

There was only one other person in the station, a young woman sitting in front of a computer, crying. When the chief and Jordan walked in, she dabbed at her eyes with the cuff of her shirt-sleeve and lowered her head. Jordan heard the chief curse under her breath.

“Still having trouble, Carrie?”

“You know I hate this.”

“Of course I know. You’ve done nothing but complain since you took this job.”

“I didn’t take this job,” she muttered. “It was forced on me. And I haven’t complained all that much.”

“Don’t argue with me in front of a suspect.”

“Am I a suspect?” Jordan asked.

She expected the chief to tell her that of course she was a suspect. The body was in her car, after all. Then the chief would read her her rights, and she’d ask for an attorney.

None of that happened.

“Are you a suspect?” the chief repeated. She cocked her head and frowned as though she couldn’t make up her mind. “I’ll determine that after I question you.”

Jordan thought she was kidding, but the look on her face indicated she was, in fact, serious. Did she think that Jordan would willingly answer all of her questions and incriminate herself so that she could be arrested? Surreal, she thought. This was simply surreal.

The cell was real enough. It was tucked around the corner from the front office.

The chief led Jordan into the tiny room and then stepped out and closed the door. “I’m locking you in here so I’ll know you won’t be running away while I go back to talk to the crime scene people. I’m taking the key too,” Haden added, “just in case someone comes along and wants to let you out.”

Jordan didn’t say a word. She couldn’t. She was speechless. She needed to calm down and collect her thoughts, so she sat on the cot and placed her hands on her knees, palms up, her back straight, her focus on the stone wall across from her. After a few minutes she closed her eyes and tried to remember some of her yoga exercises to gain what her instructor had told her was inner peace. Okay, so inner peace was out of the question, but if she could get her heartbeat to stop racing and her breathing to slow down, then maybe she would be able to stop freaking out inside.

Two full hours, and then some, passed before the chief came back to the station. She opened the cell and dragged a straight-back chair in with her. Jordan could hear the chief’s assistant muttering in the other room, but she couldn’t make out what she was saying.

“Is your assistant crying?” Jordan asked.

The chief stiffened. “Of course not. That wouldn’t be professional.”

They both heard a sob.

“My mistake,” Jordan said.

“I’m going to be taping this interview,” Haden announced as she produced a small recorder and laid it on the cot.

The chief of police was incredibly inept. Jordan wanted to ask her if she had ever investigated a homicide before, but that question would only make her angry, especially if Jordan pointed out that she hadn’t been read her rights.

“I have questions to ask. Are you ready to give me some honest answers?” She didn’t wait for Jordan to respond. “You can start by telling me how you could be driving a car and not know there was a dead body in it.”

Her accusatory tone didn’t sit well with Jordan. “I told you, I picked the car up at the garage and didn’t look in the trunk until I was at the grocery store.”

“And this friend of yours, this Professor MacKenna, he meets with you one day and is found murdered two days later—and you have no idea how that happened, right?”

“I think I should have an attorney present if you’re going to continue with these questions,” Jordan said politely.

Chief Haden pretended she hadn’t heard her.

Two can play this game, Jordan decided, and she pretended she didn’t understand a single question she was asked from that point on.

Eventually the chief stopped in frustration. “I thought we could have a friendly conversation,” she said.

Jordan tilted her head and studied the woman. “You’ve locked me in a cell and you’re taping every word I say. That doesn’t seem very friendly to me.”

“You listen here. You aren’t going to be able to intimidate me like you did the Dickey brothers with your talk about the FBI and the Justice Department. You can get yourself an attorney when I say you can, and you might as well know that, because you aren’t cooperating, you are now making yourself a suspect in this murder investigation.”

She turned off the tape machine and finally got around to reading Jordan her rights. Then she dragged the chair out and slammed the cell door shut.

She poked her head around the corner an hour later and said, “Here’s a phone book. You can look through it and pick out your own attorney. You can even get one from back east if that’s what you want, but you’re going to sit in this cell until you answer my questions. I don’t care how long it takes.” She handed the book through the bars and said, “Let me know when you want to make your call.”

Could she be railroaded and charged with murder? If only Jordan had the approximate time the professor was killed, she would be able to figure out where she was and if anyone had seen her. She hoped he hadn’t been murdered during the night because she couldn’t prove she had stayed in her motel room. They could say that she jogged over to the professor’s house, killed him, but then how did she get the professor’s body into the trunk of her car, which was locked inside of Lloyd’s Garage? What was her motive? Would they make one up?

This was going nowhere. She didn’t have enough information to form any kind of a defense…or alibi. She didn’t even know how the professor had been murdered. She’d been too stunned to take a good look at him all wrapped up like leftovers.

She was completely out of her element…or out of her comfort zone as Noah would say. This was really all his fault, she decided, because he’d pointed out to her how dull her life was. She’d been perfectly happy not knowing she was boring. Now she felt powerless. In order to survive, the body needed water and food, but Jordan needed a computer and a cell phone too. Without all of her tech gadgets she was lost.

Jordan hated feeling out of control. When she got out of here…if she got out…she’d take a couple of years and go to law school. She wouldn’t feel so vulnerable if she knew the law, now, would she?

The chief interrupted her pity party. “Are you going to make the call to an attorney or not?”

“I’ve decided to wait for my brother.”

The chief snorted. “Are you going to hold to that story? You’re just stalling is all. You’ll change your mind soon enough because you’re not going to get anything to drink or eat until you start cooperating. I don’t care how long it takes. I’ll starve you to death if I have to,” she threatened.

“Is that legal?” Jordan asked sweetly.

Haden had a real mean streak in her. She poked herself in the chest as she said, “I can do anything I want in this town. Understand? I’m not as soft as I look.”

Jordan couldn’t resist. “No one could ever think you looked soft.”

She’d gotten a rise out of the chief. Her face colored. “I wonder how much sass you would have if I decided to turn you over to the Dickey brothers.”

She pointed her finger at Jordan and was about to threaten something more when she was interrupted by Carrie.

“Maggie?”

“I told you to call me Chief Haden,” she bellowed.

“Chief Haden?”

“What?”

“The FBI’s here.”

“
W
here is she?” Nick asked.

“This is my investigation,” Chief Haden said. “The FBI has no place here.”

Nick and Noah had entered the police station expecting to deal with a competent law enforcement professional. They were mistaken. And neither of them was in the mood to put up with foolish territorial issues.

“He asked you a question,” Noah barked. “Where is she?”

“Never you mind where she is,” Haden countered. “Like I just told you, this is my investigation. You and your friend need to get out of my police station.”

Nick had already told her that Jordan was his sister, and he’d shown her his identification and credentials. Now it was her turn. She damn well was going to answer his questions.

Chief Haden would have taken a step back to get away from his anger, but the railing was behind her, trapping her. She knew she had started out on the wrong foot, but she wasn’t about to back down. The sooner the two of them realized who was in charge, the better.

The man who identified himself as Agent Nick Buchanan was intimidating and fierce, but he wasn’t nearly as frightening to her as the agent who walked in with him. There was something in his piercing blue eyes that told her not to get in his way. She knew it wouldn’t take much to get him to pounce, and she didn’t want to be the one he pounced on. Her only option was to strike first.

Nick was about to lose his temper when the young woman sitting in front of a blank computer screen piped up, “Your sister is sitting in a cell just around the corner. She’s doing okay, but wait until you see her.” She was winding a strand of her long curly hair around one finger and smiling up at Noah when she shared the information.

“My sister is locked in a cell?” Nick asked.

“That’s right,” the chief answered after flashing a glare at her assistant.

“What are the charges?”

“I’m not willing to share that information just yet,” she said. “And you’re not going to be seeing your sister or speaking to her until I’m finished with her.”

“Nick, did she just say, until she’s finished with her?” Noah asked. He sounded amused.

Nick didn’t take his gaze off the chief when he answered. “That’s what she said.”

The chief’s lower lip jutted out, and her eyes narrowed. “You don’t have any jurisdiction here.”

“The chief thinks she can mess with the federal government,” Noah remarked.

Haden was furious. The two agents were pressing in on her. She pushed through the swinging gate and stood alone near the doorway, blocking access to the cell.

The FBI agents were arrogant thugs, she thought, smart-mouthing her. The two of them were so full of themselves and so cocky the way they tried to throw their weight around. But they didn’t know who they were dealing with. The fact that a woman had risen to the position of chief of police in Serenity, Texas, should have been an indication to them that she wasn’t a powder puff. Even though Serenity was a bit-of-nothing town, she had had to work hard screwing others, both figuratively and literally, to get where she was. Two muscle men carrying badges and guns had rattled her for a few minutes, but she was back in control now, and they weren’t going to tell her what to do. Screw them. This was her town and her rules. She was the power here.

“I’ll tell you what you can do. You can leave your phone number with my assistant, and when I’ve finished interrogating my suspect, I’ll give you a call.” She addressed Nick. “Now go on and get out of my police station and let me get back to work.”

The suspect’s brother smiled at her. She thought he might start laughing. The possibility didn’t sit well.

“What are we gonna do about this situation?” Nick wanted to know.

Haden’s bravado ended abruptly. Noah started walking toward her. She stepped out of his way. If she hadn’t moved, he would have walked over her or through her. He didn’t leave any doubt about that.

Noah glanced over his shoulder at Nick and grinned.

Nick conceded, “Yeah, yeah, you’ve still got it.”

The “it” was spook tactics. Noah had always been able to freeze anyone, male or female, with one hard look. Nick, on the other hand, according to Noah, had still not perfected the art.

“You can get the key from her,” Noah said.

“You listen here. I’m not letting that woman out until she starts cooperating.” Haden’s voice was loud and surly.

On the other side of the wall Jordan patiently waited for someone to come and get her. She knew that Nick and Noah had arrived because she could hear the chief of police arguing. When she saw Noah, her shoulders sagged with relief. She was so happy to see him.

He was appalled by the sight of her. “What happened to you? You look godawful.”

“Thank you. It’s lovely to see you too.”

Noah ignored her sarcasm. Given the circumstances most women would have been a little upset, he thought, but Jordan wasn’t like most. As miserable as she looked, she could still give him attitude. He had to admire her spunk.

He leaned against the steel bars and smiled at her. “You want out of here?”

Exasperated, she replied, “What do you think?”

“Tell you what. You tell me what happened to that pretty face of yours, and I’ll let you out.”

She gingerly touched her cheek and winced. “A fist ran into it,” she said. “Is Nick still out there? I don’t hear him.”

“I can’t imagine you could hear anything over that woman’s screeching.”

“How did you get here so quickly? I thought you were going to send some agents from the district.”

“I was able to charter a small plane, so I didn’t need to call them.”

“Nick willingly got into a small plane? It takes a lot of coaxing to get him into a commercial jumbo jet. I can’t imagine he’d fly in a small one.”

“I didn’t say willingly, did I? I had to do some pushing and shoving.”

She was impressed. “Did he get sick?” she asked, smiling over the possibility. It was comical to see him turn green.

“Yeah, he did.”

She laughed. “I’m so happy you’re both here,” she admitted.

He shrugged. “You should be.”

His arrogance didn’t bother her so much today. She heard the chief’s raised voice again and asked, “What’s going on out there?”

“Nothing much. Your brother’s just having a little chat with the chief of police.”

“Chief Haden’s a real softie, isn’t she?”

Noah laughed. “She’s about as soft as a rattlesnake,” he said. “She’s trying to give my home state a bad name, but don’t you worry about her. Nick can handle her.”

Jordan stood and tried to brush the wrinkles out of her blouse. “Do you think you could find the key and get me out of this cell?” she asked sweetly.

“Sure enough,” he agreed. “Just as soon as you tell me whose fist ran into your face.”

At that moment Haden stormed around the corner, a sour look on her face, the key in her hand. She unlocked the cell door, muttered something under her breath that Jordan pretended not to hear, and said, “It’s been…suggested that we sit down and talk this out. You know…get to the bottom of this mystery.”

Nick was standing in the doorway. Jordan’s hair had fallen forward, partially covering her face, but when she brushed it back over her shoulder, he got a good look at her injury.

“What happened to you?” he demanded. “What son of a—”

“It’s okay,” she said quickly before he could finish his obscenity. “I’m fine, really.”

His eyes blazed with anger as he addressed the chief. “Are you responsible for this?”

“Of course I’m not responsible,” she snapped. “I wasn’t even there when the alleged incident occurred.”

“Alleged?” Noah spun around to confront Haden.

“Jordan, who hit you?” Nick asked.

The chief swung the door open as Nick posed the question. The woman wouldn’t move out of Jordan’s way, so Noah stepped forward, took hold of Jordan’s arm, and pulled her toward him.

“Jordan, answer me,” Nick demanded.

“His name is J. D. Dickey. I don’t know what the J and the D stand for. His brother Randy is the sheriff of Jessup County. The two of them were together in Sheriff Randy’s car. We’re in Grady County now,” she added.

“Why wasn’t the guy who assaulted you arrested?”

“I tried to press charges.”

“What do you mean, you tried?” Nick asked.

“I mean I tried. She wouldn’t let me.”

She’d rendered her brother and Noah speechless. They’d never encountered such incompetence.

They all filed into the outer office. Since there weren’t enough chairs to go around or the space to put them in, they ended up standing in a cluster near the assistant’s desk. Jordan noticed that Carrie was trying—without much success—to get Noah’s attention.

Maggie Haden made her way around the group to her office and sat on the edge of her desk tapping her foot impatiently while she listened to the conversation.

“We’ll get him in here,” Noah promised.

“Where exactly were you arrested?” Nick asked.

“Three or four blocks from here.”

“She was never arrested,” Haden called out.

“Then why was I locked in a cell? Remember what you told me? You weren’t going to give me anything to drink or eat until I answered your questions. You also said that you didn’t care if I starved to death.”

“I said no such thing.”

Carrie had been quietly content to stare up at Noah until she heard what the chief said. Her head snapped up, and for a second she stopped twirling her hair.

“Yes, you did. I heard you,” she said.

“I was bluffing,” the chief said.

“Bluffing?” Noah questioned. “Don’t we call that lying to a federal agent and obstructing justice, Nick?”

“That’s what we call it,” he agreed. “You want to arrest her or should I?”

“Now hold on.” Haden’s voice had risen an octave. “Your sister wouldn’t cooperate. I had to lock her up.”

“Jordan, is that true?” Nick asked.

“What do you think?”

“Just answer the question,” he demanded impatiently.

Nick was behaving more like a big brother than an FBI agent now, but she was still too thankful and happy that he was there to be bothered by his high-handed attitude.

“I requested an attorney,” she began, “and I also informed Chief Haden that I had called you. She then informed me that I wasn’t a suspect but that she was going to interrogate me with her tape recorder on, and when I wouldn’t answer her accusatory questions without an attorney, she changed her mind and decided I was a suspect after all.”

Turning to the sour-faced woman, she said, “I can’t remember. Was that before or after you threatened to hand me over to the Dickey brothers?”

All turned to stare at the chief, waiting for her explanation.

Haden’s chest heaved as she took a deep breath. “I did not threaten any such thing.”

“Yes, you did,” Carrie volunteered. “You said—”

The chief cut her off with a scorching glare. “Put a cork in it, Carrie, and get back to that computer. You’re on work release, not a vacation.”

Carrie’s face turned bright red. She lowered her head and stared at the keyboard. Jordan could see that she was embarrassed that Nick and Noah had heard what the chief said.

“I can’t work the computer. The stupid thing’s broken.”

Jordan felt sorry for her and wondered which would be worse, working for the chief from hell or going back to prison to serve out the rest of her sentence.

Carrie sounded pitiful. “I don’t know what to do.”

As galling as it was to inadvertently help the chief of police, Jordan couldn’t stop herself from helping Carrie. With a sigh, she reached around Carrie, hit two buttons, waited half a second, then hit a couple of keys, and the computer screen lit up.

Carrie looked like she had just witnessed a miracle. Wide-eyed, she stared at Jordan and whispered, “How did you do that?”

As Jordan explained, Nick argued with the chief about jurisdiction. The chief liked the word and used it as an answer no matter what question was asked.

“Has the coroner given you an approximate time of death for the victim?” he asked.

“This is my jurisdiction and therefore my case. You don’t need to be butting your nose in.”

“Why haven’t you brought J. D. Dickey and his brother in?” he asked.

“What business do you have with the sheriff?”

“What business did he have in Grady County?”

“This is my jurisdiction,” Haden huffed.

“When are you going to arrest J. D. Dickey?” he asked.

Haden’s cell phone rang. She turned her back on the agents and stepped around her desk.

She covered her mouth. “I know who it is,” she snapped under her breath. “You listen here. They’re pressuring me to arrest you.” Several seconds passed, and then Haden said, “For socking the woman. What’d you think they wanted me to arrest you for?”

“Doesn’t she know we can hear every word she’s saying?” Noah asked Nick.

“Apparently she doesn’t.”

Haden’s voice had risen. “And I’m telling you my hands are tied here. I’m doing the best I can.”

She disconnected the call and tossed the cell phone onto her desk. Nick waited until she turned around before he asked the obvious.

“Were you just talking to J. D. Dickey?”