The Marshal's Hostage (9 page)

The man shrugged. “Didn’t come to mind then. And besides, it wasn’t important. Sarah here is just riled ’cause she couldn’t find her witch’s broom this morning.”

Joelle opened her mouth to say something but thankfully backed off when Sarah whirled in Rudy’s direction. They could probably learn a heck of lot more from Sarah and Rudy’s argument than they could from the files.

“Insult me all you want, Rudy Simmons, but it doesn’t change the truth, and the truth is my husband was on the verge of firing your sorry butt for stealing supplies meant for the kids.”

“I didn’t steal anything.” Rudy didn’t yell, but it was close. “Jonah just got confused, that’s all. The inventory didn’t add up, and he needed someone to blame other than his shoddy bookkeeping. Or maybe that was Sarah’s shoddy bookkeeping. I figure she messed around with those numbers just to put a wedge between Jonah and me.”

Sarah lifted her hands, palms up. “And why in sweet heaven would I do that?”

“Because Jonah and me was drinking buddies, weren’t we?” Rudy readily answered.

They were. That was common knowledge, but this was the first Dallas had heard about issues with the bookkeeping. Judging from Joelle’s reaction, she was just learning of it, as well.

“You seem to have forgotten some valuable bits of information during our chat,” Joelle said to Rudy. “What else are you forgetting?”

“Don’t take that tone with me.” He rammed his thumb against his chest. “The only thing that’s important here is that I didn’t kill Jonah. In fact, if you’re not willing to look in your own backyard—or bed—then look in Sarah’s.”

Dallas didn’t care much for that bed reference, and it took him a moment to get his teeth unclenched so he could speak. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Ain’t it obvious?” Rudy countered. “Jonah was beating her over pretty good.”

Sarah groaned softly. “My husband beat a lot of people.” She looked at Dallas. “I’m sure you remember that.”

“Yeah, I bet he does,” Rudy volunteered. “The marshal was on the receiving end of Jonah’s justice the very day he disappeared. A dispute over the scrawny kid if I remember rightly.”

“Marshal Declan O’Malley,” Joelle said. “And that dispute sent Declan to the infirmary for the night.”

Where no one had actually seen him, according to Joelle. Still, it was clear from her tone that she didn’t believe his kid brother was guilty. Or maybe she just didn’t want Sarah and Rudy to believe it.

“Seems Jonah’s whippings gave lots of people reason to kill him,” Rudy added. “And none no more so than her.” He tipped his head to Sarah, mumbled some profanity and walked out.

“What a despicable man,” Sarah said after watching Rudy leave.

Dallas couldn’t argue with that. “Why do you live so close to him? Why do you live here?” he amended. “This place can’t hold many good memories for you.”

“No, it doesn’t. But it’s home.” She dodged his gaze. “And if I leave, then my son won’t know where to find me.”

“Billy,” Joelle said. “I’ve been looking for him but so far, no luck.”

“Because he doesn’t want to be found.” And that’s all she said for several moments. When her gaze returned to look at Dallas, he saw her blinking back tears. “His father did some horrible things to Billy, and he’s never forgiven me.”

“He attempted suicide,” Dallas said.

Sarah swallowed hard. Then nodded. “Sometimes, you just can’t get over the bad things.” Her attention shifted back to the folders. “Why did you come back? Have there been any breaks in the investigation?”

Joelle cleared her throat. “Someone found a knife that might have been used to kill your husband.”

“Who found it?” Sarah asked.

“Sorry,” Joelle answered. “I’d rather not say yet, but it was a hunting knife. Black wood handle with a curved tip for gutting animals.”

Sarah’s eyes widened. “Like Rudy’s.”

Dallas eyes widened, too. “Rudy has a knife like that?”

“Sure. He used to carry it with him all the time. Said it came in handy for skinning snakes.”

Well, there’d been plenty of those around Rocky Creek, but maybe Rudy had used it to commit a murder. Of course, that didn’t explain how Dallas’s prints got on it. He didn’t remember handling a knife like that, but it was possible he had. A lot had gone on in those few days leading up to Webb’s disappearance.

“You’ll question Rudy about the knife?” Sarah asked.

“Definitely,” Dallas assured her.

She nodded, then gave a quick breath of relief. “I must be going. My quilting group will be arriving soon.” She started to leave but then stopped. “Rudy was right about one thing, though. It might not be safe for you to continue this investigation. The person who killed my husband won’t care for having his identity revealed.”

Unlike Rudy’s comments, Sarah’s didn’t sound like a threat, but there was still something uneasy about it. Or maybe it was the whole situation that made him uneasy.

“I worry about Kirby and all the ones he’s took from here,” Sarah went on. “That gives Kirby a powerful motive for murder.”

Dallas had to shake his head. “How do you mean?”

“Well, Kirby was trying to close the place, but the day he disappeared, Jonah had gotten word that Rocky Creek was staying open.”

That was news to Dallas. He looked at Joelle for verification, but she only shrugged. “Sarah told me that in the interview, but there’s no proof.”

Sarah made a sound of disagreement. “Maybe no written proof, but Jonah said he’d gotten the right people to back him up and that the place wouldn’t be closed after all.” She paused. “You should ask Kirby about this because Jonah told him, too. Kirby wasn’t too pleased, of course. He wanted Rocky Creek shut down so it’d be easier to get custody of you boys.”

Dallas wanted to know if this was something Joelle had discussed with Kirby, but he didn’t intend to ask in front of Sarah.

“Guess I don’t have to spell it out,” Sarah went on, “that this could be Kirby’s motive for killing Jonah.”

“No, you don’t have to spell it out,” Dallas snapped. “Especially since there’s no proof what your husband said was true.”

Sarah didn’t have much of a reaction to that, but she did check her watch. “I really must be going. Let me know if I can help you with anything.” She turned and left.

He didn’t say anything to Joelle until he heard Sarah’s footsteps trail away, and even then Dallas went to the door and shut it.

He’d had his fill of surprise visitors for the day.

“Kirby didn’t remember any conversation with Webb about the facility staying open,” Joelle said before he could ask.

So maybe Sarah was lying about the conversation and other things, too. Of course, he could say the same for Rudy.

“Interesting, huh?” Dallas said. “It sets off alarms in my head when someone volunteers that much info.”

“Especially when they didn’t volunteer it before.” Joelle went to the window and looked out. “Maybe their tempers got the best of them, and they said more than they’d intended to say.”

Maybe. Dallas joined her at the window and saw Rudy in the back unloading what appeared to be mulch and bags of soil from a truck. That explained why the grounds were still in such good shape—Rudy was actually doing his job.

But that didn’t make him innocent.

“Do you remember Rudy ever carrying a knife?” Dallas asked her.

Joelle shook her head and turned toward him. Her arm accidentally brushed against his chest. A simple touch. But it cruised right through him.

“I’ll ask Rudy about it,” she said, glancing away. But not before he saw the discomfort, and maybe the heat, in her eyes.

He followed her gaze now past Rudy and to the heavily treed area on the west side of the grounds. He’d kissed her there, but then he’d kissed Joelle in a lot of different locations around Rocky Creek. This place was one gigantic memory. And it would have been easier if they’d all been bad.

But Dallas rethought that.

Loving Joelle had taught him plenty about just handing over his heart. If he hadn’t learned that lesson from her, he would have had to learn it from someone else.

She swallowed hard. “I left you because I didn’t have a choice,” she said as if she’d known exactly what he was thinking.

Except her confession sounded like a little more than just a rehash of their past.

Something flashed through her eyes, as if she’d said too much, and her chin came up. “Besides, you never asked me to stay. You never told me if you even cared about me.”

He was sure he looked at her as if she’d sprouted a third eye. “We were lovers,” Dallas reminded her. “Frequent lovers,” he added. “I figured that was proof enough I cared.”

“No.” She stretched that out a few syllables. “That was proof that you wanted to have sex with me.”

Dallas huffed. “And that didn’t tell you I cared?”

Apparently not, judging from the stony look she gave him. Dallas was about to press her on what he should have done and said back then—and how the devil this was somehow
his
fault—but Joelle moved, causing the sunlight to flash through the spot where she’d been.

At first Dallas wasn’t sure he was seeing things, but he looked closer at the left-hand side of the window frame. The wood was stained a dark brown, but once he was close enough, Dallas saw the specks. A least a dozen tiny dots.

“What’s wrong?” Joelle asked.

He ignored her for the time being and examined the other side. No specks there, and none on the sill. So, it wasn’t part of the wood pattern, and it didn’t look like the stain finish.

Joelle leaned in, examining it along with him. “What is that?”

“I’m thinking blood spatter.”

She sucked in her breath. Looked closer. “You’re right.” Joelle grabbed her phone and used it to click several pictures. As soon as she was done with that, she made a call. “I need a CSI team out to the Rocky Creek Facility ASAP. Marshal Walker might have found something.”

Dallas considered calling in someone from the marshals’ staff, too, just so they’d have a second opinion, but he decided to wait and see what Joelle’s CSI had to say. It might not even be blood spatter. But if it was...

“If it’s Webb’s blood, he could have been murdered here in this room,” Joelle said, taking the words right out of his mouth.

“Or this could be from a beating Webb gave one of us.”

“Yes.” Her breath rose again. Her mouth tightened, and she was no doubt remembering the painful things that had gone on here.

He could tell she was fighting to hang on to her cool composure, and she stepped away from him. “I did a cursory check of the place when I first started the inquiry. I obviously missed that.”

“Easy to miss,” Dallas pointed out. “But if it turns out to be Webb’s blood, the spatter and pattern might be able to tell us the height of the killer. Or more.”

Her gaze shot back to his. “What do you mean?”

“Assailants who use knives often cut themselves during an attack. The killer’s blood might be in that spatter.” He looked around. “Or someplace nearby. Your CSI needs to go over the entire room.”

She checked the time on her phone. Then looked at the folders on the desk. “We should keep going through those while we’re waiting.”

Yeah. They should. But Joelle no longer looked too steady on her feet. Maybe the effects of the drugging. Maybe just the stress of seeing what might be a dead man’s blood.

Dallas caught her arm and eased her into the chair behind the desk. He’d intended to move quickly away from her, but he found himself lingering.

She looked up at him and blinked. “Too many memories here.” Her voice was a ragged whisper.

He managed a nod and hoped like hell she wasn’t reliving the slap Webb had given her in this very office. Judging from the stark look on her face, though, she wasn’t reliving the sexual stuff that’d gone on between them, either.

But he rethought that when he had a closer look at her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Joelle said a split second before she put her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to her.

Their mouths met. And, yeah, Dallas could have easily pulled away.
Easily.
But he didn’t. He hauled Joelle up from the chair and kissed her the way he’d wanted to ever since he’d laid eyes on her at the church.

Everything suddenly turned frantic. Urgent. And hot, of course. There was always heat when it came to Joelle, and the taste of her jolted through him. Here were memories of a different kind. She tasted and felt right. Had the right fit in his arms. But he was no longer kissing a teenage girl.

And that made the situation even more dangerous.

Because Joelle knew how to kiss him right back.

Dallas pulled her closer to him, though she was already moving in that direction, and with just a shift of position, they were plastered against each other. He could feel every inch of her, and he had no doubt that she could feel every inch of him.

Like a trigger, his body got ready for sex. Old habits died hard, and even though he reminded himself that sex couldn’t happen, he’d already crossed a big line just by carrying on with this kiss. And not stopping.

Thankfully, Joelle finally stopped. She jerked away from him, gasping for breath, and he saw the look. That look. The one she used to give him just seconds before he’d start pulling off her clothes.

“That probably helped, right?” she said. “I mean, it got it out of our systems.”

Dallas didn’t even attempt to agree with that whopper because the kiss was nothing but a reminder that getting Joelle out of his system was impossible. When kissing her, he’d forgotten all about the old wounds. And all about his vow of never forgiving the woman who’d abandoned him.

Hell, he’d forgotten how to think.

He was about to remind himself of how dangerous that was. Loss of focus and all that. But he stopped when Joelle froze. Her expression changed, and this time he was pretty sure it didn’t have anything to do with wanting to have sex with him.

“Do you smell smoke?” she asked.

Dallas lifted his head. Yeah, he smelled it, all right. “Smoke,” he spat out.

He hurried to the window, hoping that Rudy was burning some trash or something, but the man was no longer in sight. The bags of mulch and soil were piled on the ground, but there were no signs of a fire.