The Right Call (2 page)

Chapter 1

Drew
Langley jumped at the loud thud upstairs and resisted the temptation to bang on the wall and dispel the roaring laughter that followed. Was he the only student in the apartment building still studying for finals?

A warm breeze rattled the blinds, and he closed his eyes, inhaling the intoxicating fragrance of magnolia blossoms wafting from the south campus of Stanton College. It took every ounce of discipline he could muster not to close his books and give in to the lure of spring.

He heard rubber soles on the hardwood floor and lifted his gaze as his roommate came to a quick stop in front of the mirror over the worn living-room sofa.

Tal Davison wet his fingers and smoothed his hair. “I see you’re still studying. I guess that means you’re not coming.”

“To what? I thought you had a date.”

“Why do you make me tell you everything
twice?
You’re worse than my grandmother.”

Drew put down his pencil. “Sorry, I’ve been focused on other things. Tell me again. I’m listening.”

Tal came and stood in the doorway of Drew’s bedroom, his arms folded across his chest. “I’m going over to Henry’s for a junk-food buffet and beer. You’re invited.”

“Thanks. But I really need to study for my English lit final. It’s next week, and I’ve got chapters of catching up to do.”

“Suit yourself. I’m brain-dead. I couldn’t learn another thing if you paid me.” Tal started to go and then stopped. “Listen, thanks again for letting me move in here for the last few weeks. It’s nice sharing an apartment that doesn’t reek of marijuana. I hope I haven’t been as big a pain as your other roommate.” He shot Drew a half smile.

Drew leaned back and folded his arms. “Hey, not at all, man. I hope you don’t think I’ve been ignoring you. It’s just that I have to keep up the grades. No four-oh, no scholarship. There’s no way I can afford to attend Stanton without it.”
I don’t have a rich father footing the bill.

“Doesn’t it cramp your style to go to college in Sophie Trace? Your parents are pretty close by, aren’t they?”

“Thanks to the scholarship I can live off campus. That’s all the independence I need. It’s nice going home whenever I want. My parents really help me stay on track.” Drew studied Tal’s expression. “I take it you wish your dad wasn’t so close?”

Tal got quiet for a moment and seemed to be somewhere else. “He’s much too busy to breathe down my neck. And he doesn’t care about my grades as long as I pass and he can tell his cronies that his namesake’s attending his alma mater and is going to work for him after graduation.”

“Is that so bad?”

“I just wish he cared more about me and less about his image. I’m not sure I can ever measure up to his expectations.”

“Come on, man. You’ve got it made in the shade. All you have to do is get through one more year, and he’ll hand you the job of a lifetime. I thought you were pumped about it.”

Tal flashed a crooked smile. “I’m trying to be. It’s my big chance to make Dad proud of me. It’s all he’s talked about for years. But there’s a lot of pressure, learning to run a big corporation. The closer I get, the more intimidated I feel.”

“He must think you can do it, Tal. There’s a lot at stake for him, too.”
Even if he is handing it to you on a silver platter.

“Maybe I’ll buy a little time after I graduate—tell Dad I’m burned-out and need to backpack across Europe for a while before I jump into the corporate world.”

A grin tugged at Drew’s cheeks. “Then you’d need someone to babysit your Hummer. Can I apply for the job? Man, I wish I’d been there when your dad had it delivered to your birthday party.”

“It was an awesome way to turn twenty-one, all right. But I’d trade it in a heartbeat for a relationship with my dad like you have with yours.”

“I guess I take it for granted.”

“Well, don’t,” Tal said. “I can’t remember the last time I sat down and had a real conversation with mine. He’s either working himself to death or hiding out at the lake house with wife number four—the fashion model who’s got silicone for brains.”

“I didn’t realize she was his
fourth
wife.”

“And she’s pregnant with daughter number seven. Maybe he’s going for the record.”

“Yeah, but you’re still his only son. And you and your mother are close.”

“Not in proximity. She’s spending a lot of time in New York with her boyfriend. He deals in fine art, and she likes to go to the auctions with him. I doubt I’ll see her anytime soon.”

Drew shifted his weight. Why hadn’t Tal mentioned before that his mother was seeing someone?

“Actually, I’m happy for her,” Tal said. “And I don’t mind sharing her Nashville house with the maid, the cook, and the butler. I’ll lie around the pool and read sci-fi novels and give my brain a rest. I’m so burned-out I can’t stand to think about another year of studying.”

“You’ll be ready to hit it again in the fall. Just think how good you’ll feel when you get your degree.”

Tal smiled wryly. “Would you believe my dad’s executive bonus last year was ten million? I must be nuts not to be more excited about the job.”

No kidding
. “So why aren’t you?”

“I don’t know … my dad’s ruthless. And the company takes precedence over everyone and everything. I want more out of life than that.”

“I hear you. But if it were me, I’d at least try it long enough to earn a couple million and then go do whatever I wanted.“

“I’ve thought of that.” Tal stood up straight, the result of his beer drinking and bingeing hanging over his belt. “But I have a feeling that once Dad has me under his thumb, I’ll never get out from under. What I really want to do is go to the police academy.”

“Have you told him how you feel?”

“I tried. But Dad doesn’t really care how I feel. It’s my duty
as his only son to keep the family business going. If I turn my back on that, he’ll basically disown me. Not that we’re close now, but it’s hard to think of having
no
dad. Hey, enough serious talk. It’s party time. Sure you don’t want to come?”

“Yeah, I’ve got to hit the books. Who’s your designated driver?”

“Don’t need one. I’m walking.”

“You think that’s smart? Henry’s neighborhood isn’t exactly the safest part of town.”

“I’ll be fine. But I’ll tell you what”—Tal laughed and tossed his keys to Drew—“if I don’t make it back alive, the Hummer’s all yours.”

Chapter 2

Ethan
Langley entered the city limits of Sophie Trace and glided across town in his old Toyota Camry almost as if he were riding on air. He turned onto Azalea Lane, the radiator spewing hot water, steam rising from the hood, and parked in front of the cottage-style two-story house at 418.

He let out a loud whoop and hit the steering wheel with his palms. “I made it!”

He rolled down the window and eyed the rolling green foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains, lush with spring growth and draped with a fine veil of white haze. It was a stark and welcome contrast to the flat Mississippi River basin of Memphis.

His cell phone rang, and he smiled and put it to his ear.

“Hi, Dad.”

“Where are you?” Tom Langley’s voice registered his pleasure.

“I just this second pulled up in front of the Jessups’. Can I call you back?”

Tom laughed. “Are you kidding? Go! Your mother and I just wanted to see if you made it in. We’ll drive over this weekend.”

“Okay. Love you, Dad.”

“I love you, too, son. Give that sweet Vanessa a hug for us.”

“I will.”

Ethan hit the End button, and the phone rang again. He saw Drew Langley’s name on the screen. “Hey, Cuz. Are we still on for golf tomorrow?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Drew said. “Are you in Sophie Trace yet?”

“Yeah, didn’t you hear me honk when I passed by Stanton?” Ethan looked up at the front door. “Actually, I’m so excited to see Vanessa I don’t even remember driving by the college. I just pulled up at the Jessups’. Let me call you later when I get settled in at Aunt Gwen and Uncle Ralph’s.”

“I’ll be here studying. It’s great to have you here for the summer. I’ve missed you. ”

“Same here. Can’t wait to see you.”

Ethan got out of the car, his pulse galloping. Would Vanessa be as eager to see him as she had been during spring break? Would he be able to hold back his affection and not overwhelm her? Would Carter recognize him this time?

He heard a door slam and saw Vanessa come out on the stoop, holding Carter on her hip.

She moved the baby’s arm up and down. “There he is. There’s Ethan. Show him how you can wave.”

“Hey, buddy!” Ethan walked toward the house at a slow but steady pace, not wanting to appear ominous to a ten-month-old. “Remember me? Did Mommy show you my picture?”

“Of course I did.” Vanessa’s smile was enticing. “About fifty times a day.”

Ethan resisted the urge to take her in his arms and focused his attention on the reddish-haired, blue-eyed baby dressed in denim overalls and a yellow polo shirt.

“I can’t believe how much he looks like you.”

“Yes, but I think he’s going to have Mom’s red hair.”

Ethan stopped just short of the stoop and held out his arms, the cadence of his voice slow and coaxing. “Hey, Carter … want to ride the airplane?”

“I doubt he remembers doing that,” Vanessa said.

Carter giggled gleefully and reached out his arms to Ethan.

“Is that so?” In the next second, Carter was in his arms, the baby’s drooling smile revealing several new teeth. “You recognize your ol’ buddy Ethan, don’t you?”

“Maybe he does, as many times as I’ve shown him your picture. I’ve been telling him for a week that you’re coming.”

Ethan, his lips vibrating and making motor sounds, lifted the baby high in the air and turned three hundred sixty degrees.

The front door slammed, and two seconds later, Emily Jessup stood next to him. “Hey, when did you get here?”

“Just this minute. Good to see you.
”
He tugged Emily’s ponytail.
“
So how’s it going, Auntie Em?”

“Great. Can you believe how big Carter’s gotten?”

“No, and he’s solid as a rock.”

Emily’s eyes narrowed. “You look different. Your hair’s shorter.”

“That’s because I’m not getting it cut again until I go back to school.”

“I’m glad you’re here for the summer, and I’m not the
only
one who is.” Emily clamped her lips together, a smile stretching her cheeks.

Suddenly everyone was quiet. Ethan turned his gaze to Vanessa. She looked as if she’d stepped off a magazine cover in her pink sundress, her dark hair draping her shoulders, her clear blue eyes the color of the ocean.

“Why don’t you two kiss and get it over with?”

“Emily!” Vanessa’s face turned scarlet. “You can be a real pain, you know that?”

Ethan covered his smile with his hand. Judging from the heat scalding his cheeks, his face was as flushed as Vanessa’s. Leave it to Emily to cut to the chase.

“Why don’t you go tell Mom and Dad that Ethan’s here?” Vanessa said.

“You want me to take Carter?”

“No, let Ethan have him while he’s content.”

“Okay.” Emily turned, her ponytail swaying, and hopped up on the stoop. “I hope you like steak because that’s what we’re having. French fries, too. And strawberry shortcake.”

Ethan waited until Emily went inside and closed the door, then stepped up next to Vanessa, the pervasive fragrance of her perfume replacing the scent of baby lotion.

“You look radiant,” he said softly. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

“Oh, I think I do.” Vanessa smiled, her eyes twinkling.

Ethan slid his free arm around her, Carter resting on his hip, and moved his face slowly toward hers. When she responded, he closed his eyes, his knees turning weak the instant her soft, warm lips touched his.

A few seconds later, he backed away from Vanessa, breathless, his heart pounding, vaguely aware of something pulling at his glasses.

Carter
. He reached up and gently peeled the baby’s tiny fingers off the earpiece of his glasses. “You’ve got quite a grip there, Tiger.” He folded his glasses and slid them into his shirt pocket, then handed Carter back to Vanessa.

She laughed. “I forgot to warn you: Nothing’s safe from his clutches unless it’s nailed down. You’ll notice I’m not wearing earrings.”

The front door opened and Kurt and Brill Jessup came outside, Brill still dressed in her police uniform.

“How was the drive from Memphis?” Brill hugged him with one arm.

“Pleasantly uneventful, thanks. It’s great to be in Sophie Trace with the whole summer to look forward to.”

“Do your aunt and uncle know you’ve arrived?”

“No ma’am. I’ll give them a call.”

Kurt reached out and shook Ethan’s hand. “I hope you’re hungry. I picked up a couple man-size T-bone steaks for you and me. The girls opted for filets.”

“T-bone sounds terrific. Need me to go to the store for anything?”

“No, we’re set,” Brill said. “But come out to the kitchen. Emily can entertain Carter, and you and Vanessa can peel potatoes for the french fries.”

Ethan looked from face to face, thrilled to be home for the summer and with the people he had grown so fond of. If he still felt this way about Vanessa when it was time to go back to school, they would have to start talking seriously about the future.

Chapter 3

Nick
Phillips locked the front door of Nick’s Grill and unplugged the neon sign in the window. He walked back to the counter, where Gus Williams sat on a barstool, crunching the ice in his glass.

“You ever gonna let my sweetheart out of here?” Gus said.

“Maggie’s done. She went to get her purse.” Nick sat on the stool next to Gus. “I can’t believe this was her last day. That gal’s practically a fixture around here.”

“We’ll still come in every day and have lunch with the Masinos.” Gus smiled and stroked his white mustache. “Maggie just won’t be waitin’ on us, that’s all.”

“So what’s it like being married again?”

“Great.” Gus took his straw and poked at the ice in his glass. “It’s been six years since Reba died. Took me three to get over it. But the last three have been downright miserable. Maggie’s a good woman. If I work hard at makin’ her happy, she’ll do the same for me.”

“Remind me how long you were married the first time?”

“Just shy of forty-four years. It was hard lettin’ go after all that time, but I’m nuts about Maggie. Of course at our age, it’s about a whole lot more than romance. We’ve got nothin’ but time to just enjoy each other’s company.”

Nick nudged Gus with his elbow. “Good for you. But I’m never going to forgive you for robbing me of the best waitress I’ve ever had.” He glanced up at the flat-screen TV and saw “Breaking News” flash across the screen. “Gus, look. Something’s happening.” Nick got to his feet and turned up the volume.

“Emergency vehicles are en route to an apartment complex in the five hundred block of Stoneleigh, near the campus of Alastair Stanton College. A male caller told the 9-1-1 dispatcher that his roommate had been shot and killed, but WSTN News has no other details at this time. We will bring you up-to-the-minute news as it becomes available to us. We now resume normal programming …”

Nick heard a siren and glanced out the window just as an ambulance went by. “Good grief. Here we go again.”

Ethan poured the last of the water into the radiator of his old Toyota Camry and screwed on the cap, chuckling to himself that it was nothing short of a miracle he’d made it all the way to the Jessups’ house before it boiled over.

“That ought to do it.” He handed Vanessa the plastic bottle, then slammed the hood and brushed his hands together. “I doubt it’ll go Vesuvius on me between here and my aunt and uncle’s house.”

Vanessa laughed. “It’s really not funny. What’s it going to cost to get it fixed?”

“I’m afraid to find out, but it can’t die on me until after I graduate. Speaking of that, I enjoyed seeing the pictures of Ryan’s graduation festivities. Looks like you all had a great time. Your parents are sure proud of him.”

“We all are. Summa cum laude from Vanderbilt is an awesome achievement.”

“Guess I’ll have to wait till he gets back from Costa Rica to congratulate him. Nothing like a month in the rain forest to clear your head for law school.”

“Ryan planned it that way. Every dime of his schooling was paid for by the scholarship, so he’s been working part-time and saving for this trip for four years.”

The front door opened, and Brill came outside and waved as she walked briskly toward her squad car.

“What’s up, Mom?” Vanessa asked.

“There’s been a shooting on Stoneleigh involving a student. I need to get down there.” She opened the door of the squad car and looked over at Ethan. “I hope we see a lot more of you. You’re welcome any time.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Jessup.” Should he call her Chief Jessup? Both titles seemed awkward now that he was dating her daughter.

She backed out of the driveway and headed toward downtown, sirens audible in the distance.

“I wonder what that’s all about—” Ethan’s cell phone rang, and he read the name on the screen. “It’s Drew. Would you mind if I take it? He probably thinks I forgot to call him back.”

“No, go ahead.”

Ethan put the phone to his ear. “I didn’t forget you. I’m still at Vanessa’s.”

“Tal’s dead! I think he’s been shot. There’s blood on everything. I called 9-1-1. The police are coming. They’ll want answers. What do I tell them? I can’t think.”

“Slow down, Drew. Did you see who shot him? Where’d it happen? Was it a drive-by?” Ethan glanced over at Vanessa and mouthed the words
his roommate was shot.

“I don’t know. He was out with friends. I-I heard him come in and there was this loud thud—like he’d passed out. I went out to the living room …” Drew whimpered. “He was half on the couch and half on the floor, holding his chest. I’ve never seen so much blood.”

“Did he say anything?”

“No. He was gasping for air. He looked right at me like he wanted me to help him. I didn’t know what to do!”

“It’s okay, Drew. Calm down. I’ll call your parents.”

“No, they’re on a cruise to the Greek Isles for their twenty-fifth anniversary. I’m not going to spoil it for them. They can’t do anything.”

“Where’s Tal now?”

“I lifted him up on the couch.” Drew let out a sob. “He’s dead. I gave him mouth-to-mouth. But it didn’t work. I’ve got blood all over me. What if the police think I did it?”

“They won’t. Just tell them what happened. Look, I’m coming over there. I’m at Vanessa’s, and her mom left a second ago and is headed that way.”

“The paramedics just pulled up. What if it’s my fault he died? What if I should’ve done something else? What if I could’ve saved him?”

“Drew, listen to me … it’s not your fault. Just tell them what you know. I’ll be right there.”

Brill pulled up behind Detective Captain Trent Norris’s plain-wrap car and turned off the motor. The street was a kaleidoscope of flashing lights. Paramedics had arrived, and the front door of the apartment was wide open. She spotted two of her patrol officers roping off an area with crime scene tape and a deputy sheriff standing with Trent near the door.

She got out of the car and walked toward the apartment, and Trent hurried to meet her.

“Sorry to wreck your evening, Chief.”

“Don’t worry about
my
evening. Do we know what happened?”

“Victim is a twenty-one-year-old male college student, dead from what appears to be a gunshot wound to the chest. Name’s Tal Davison. He was just finishing his junior year at Stanton. Lives here with his roommate, Drew Langley, the 9-1-1 caller.”

Brill felt a twinge in her stomach.

“Something wrong, Chief?”

“I wonder if Drew could be Ethan Langley’s cousin.”

“
Vanessa’s
Ethan?”

She nodded. “He mentioned that his cousin has an apartment near the campus. Does Drew Langley know what happened?”

“Not really, ma’am. He says Davison was out drinking with friends. He heard him come in and thought he passed out. Found him slumped halfway on the couch.” Trent turned and pointed at the sidewalk. “Blood trail shows that Davison was shot over there, and that’s consistent with Langley’s story.”

“Does Langley know why anyone would want to kill his roommate?”

“No. But we can’t rule out Langley as a suspect. He’s got blood all over the front of him. Says he did mouth-to-mouth on Davison but couldn’t revive him. He agreed to let Rousseaux test him for gunshot residue.”

Brill sighed. “All right, I want to talk to him.”

“By the way, you’ll never guess who the victim’s father is: Winfield Talbot Davison III, better known as Win Davison.”

“I know that name,” Brill said. “Didn’t he just announce another big layoff at the plant?”

“That’s the one. CEO of Davison Technologies. Our victim is Winfield Talbot Davison IV. Goes by Tal.”

“Makes me sick. He’s about the same age as my son, Ryan. Any chance this is drug related?”

Trent took the wrapper off an orange Tootsie Pop and stuck it in his mouth. “Sure. But Langley doesn’t think so. He said the victim was into booze, not drugs.”

“What makes him so sure?”

“Apparently that’s how they came to be roommates. Davison got tired of the stench of marijuana in his apartment and walked out on his roommate. And Langley asked his roommate to leave because he was always fighting with his girlfriend.”

“So they haven’t known each other long?”

“Just a few weeks.”

“Has the boy’s next of kin been notified?”

“We’re working on it, ma’am. He lived in Nashville with his mother when he wasn’t in school. She’s in New York, and we’ve left word at the hotel where she’s staying. We left a message on his father’s home
and
cell phone and also sent two officers out to his lake house.”

Brill felt a little nauseated, remembering all too well what it felt like to deliver heartbreaking news to a victim’s loved ones.

“Where’s the Davison boy?” she said.

“In here.”

She followed Trent up the steps and into the living room, where detectives Beau Jack Rousseaux and Spence Marcum were taking pictures and bagging evidence.

She walked over to the corpse on the couch and studied the pallid face and the vacant brown eyes. Blood from the chest wound had dripped down the sides of his torso and pooled under his body. A trail of blood was clearly visible from the sidewalk to the couch.

“You hardly look old enough to shave,” she mumbled to herself.

Trent came and stood next to her. “The coroner’s here.”

“Thanks. Where’s Drew Langley?”

“Out in the kitchen.” He motioned to an open door. “Sergeant Chavez just finished getting his statement.”

Brill went out to the kitchen and stood at the table. The young man at the table didn’t look like Ethan.

“Drew, I’m Chief Jessup. I’m very sorry about your roommate. I know how upset you must be, but I need to ask you a few questions.”

“Ethan said you were coming.”

“So you
are
Ethan’s cousin?”

“Yes ma’am. Is he here yet? He said he was coming right over. It’s been twenty minutes.”

“I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” she said. “Where were you when Tal was shot?”

“In my bed. I was listening to music on my iPod. I didn’t hear shots. But after I took off my earphones, I heard a loud thud. I thought Tal had come in drunk and passed out. So I went to check on him. That’s when I found him …”

Drew paused to gather his composure, then told her what he had told Trent Norris.

“How much time,” Brill said, “do you think passed from the moment you found Tal until you realized you couldn’t revive him?”

Drew rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know … one minute. Maybe two. It was like this bad dream. I still can’t believe it.”

“What do you know about Tal’s friends? Would any of them want to hurt him?”

“I don’t think so. Henry’s this cool guy who’s into jazz. Plays the sax. Casper, Jamie, and Martin are friends from Stanton. They hang out together and get along great. They watch sports. Eat junk food. Drink beer. Watch shoot-’em-ups. It’s their way of letting off steam.”

“Do you know their last names?”

Drew stared at her blankly. “I think so. But my mind’s scrambled right now, and I can’t remember.”

“Did you hang out with them?”

“Not really. We didn’t have much in common since I don’t drink and the only sport I’m interested in is golf. But they met down at The Pub sometimes. Maybe the bartender knows. Are we about finished? I need to get my things out of here and move into my parents’ house.”

Beau Jack walked in the kitchen. “Excuse me, ma’am. There’s a young man out here—Ethan Langley. Says he’s Drew’s cousin and would like to see him.”

“Tell him to hold on a few minutes, okay?”

Beau Jack gave a nod and left.

“You’re not letting me leave?” Drew’s eyes were wide and questioning.

“I can’t force you to answer more questions,” Brill said. “But I would really appreciate it if you’d come down to the station and help us sort this out. Everything you may have seen or heard is fresh in your mind, even if you can’t recall it yet. We can help you remember facts you may not even know are important—facts that could help us find whoever killed your roommate.”

“Can I talk to Ethan first and tell him what my plans are?”

“Sure. I’ll wait. You can ride with me.”