He glanced at his watch. I should get back to the office.
Her shoulders slumped with disappointment. Its your call.
He grinned. Im kidding. I am dying to find those coins now.
Damn it, Billy.
What? Why are you mad?
They were still in the Pecan Grove subdivision; Claudia had been turning on streets randomly. Now she pulled over to the curb again and reached for her Day-Timer, flipping pages of her notes. Im not mad at you. Im mad at me for not catching on that you were teasing. It should be childs play. Ah, here it is, Theresas address. She plugged it into the GPS. Its not far, only a couple of miles.
It really bugs you that you cant read me like a book, doesnt it?
Frankly, yes.
Did it ever occur to you that some people dont like to be read?
Only people who have things to hide.
Maybe he did have things to hide. Or at least, things he didnt want every random stranger to know about. Was that so wrong?
So no one is allowed to have a secret? he argued. Everyone has to be completely up-front about every single part of their past, every single thought that goes through their heads?
I believe in honesty, she said.
You dont have any secrets, then.
She hesitated a beat. No.
Nothing in your past that youd prefer people didnt know about.
Im not ashamed about anything Ive done.
How many men have you slept with?
Billy! Good God, that is none of your business.
Wow, must be a lot.
I dont believe you! How could you even That is so inappropriate She sputtered to a stop.
Im just trying to prove a point! Everyone is allowed privacyin their homes and inside their heads.
And I say if its on their face or in their gestures or their posture, and Im adept at figuring it out, then the information is fair game. Everyone reads expression and body language. I just happen to be better at it than most people.
And Im better at not being read than most people. So that means Im dishonest? Lady, where do you get off?
There, right there. That is the first honest emotion Ive seen from you. Youre in perfect congruencechest thrust forward, arms splayed to take up as much room as possible in a classic male territorial display
Stop reading me!
And you just crossed the line from irritated to really angry.
Ya think? And yet you dont stop.
I cant help it. Her eyes inexplicably filled with tears.
Here, he said gruffly. Read this. He leaned across the gear shift, pulled up the parking brake and kissed her.
* * *
CLAUDIAS SENSES SWAM as she leaned in to the kiss. Billy might have thought he was unreadable, but shed seen the kiss coming a split second before hed carried through with his intention.
And shed welcomed it.
That was just crazy; she was mad at Billy. They were having an argument. And yet shed felt this insane need to connect with him. Hed shown her only a tiny sliver of his true self just then, the self he wanted to protect from her prying eyes, and all at once shed felt simultaneously guilty and turned on.
She believed very few people had seen what shed just seenthe real Billy Cantu. And she wanted more.
He reached up to tunnel his fingers through her hair, settling his hand on the back of her head so he could hold her a willing prisoner.
She inhaled sharply as his tongue invaded her mouth. Of course his kiss would not be tentative. Billy didnt have a tentative bone in his body.
Or maybe he did; what the hell did she know? He was a mystery she desperately needed to unravel. How could she feel such a profound attraction to someone she didnt even know?
Though she would have been happy to make out in the front seat of her car for the rest of the morning, Billy gradually pulled away, ending the kiss with a series of gentle nibbles. They separated, but only by an inch or two, and she studied his eyes, trying to figure out his motive here.
Was this a display of dominance? Or had he really wanted to kiss her?
His pupils were dilated. She thought she saw desire there, but maybe she was seeing only what she wanted to see.
Can you read me now? he demanded.
No. The word came out a whisper.
He released her and sat back in his seat, and she almost whimpered at the loss of his touch. Good. Cause youd probably slap me.
Are you going to tell me what that was about?
No. You need to be off balance once in a while. For your own good.
He was wrong about that. Shed spent the first half of her life off center, shuffled into the care of one ambivalent adult after another, never sure if the new place would be a safe haven or a house of horrors.
Off balance wasnt where she cared to be.
And yetthe excitement generated by her uncertainty felt good in a deeply visceral way.
She pulled herself together, straightened her hair, blotted away the smeared lipstick with a tissue and added fresh. Finally she got back to the business of driving, following the instructions of the by-now-impatient GPS.
Destination on the left, the bland voice informed them as Claudia cruised slowly past.
Theresa Esteve obviously hadnt achieved the level of wealth her sister had. This nameless neighborhood wasnt nearly as grand as Pecan Grove. The small ranch houses had probably been built in the 1960s, and the residents here likely mowed their own grass and trimmed their own bushes.
But there was something wildly askew about Theresas house. The front window was boarded up with plywood.
Claudia double-checked her Day-Timer. Thats the house, 1642 Baxter Avenue. What do you suppose happened here? She turned the car around, pulled up to the curb and stopped.
Stay in the car. Billy manually unlocked his door. Ill check it out.
Claudia ignored him. Its a vacant house. I doubt well face any gunmen here.
As they approached the front porch, Billy took a detour to examine a flash of yellow he saw on the picket fence that separated the house from the one next door. Hey, Claudia, look at this. Crime scene tape.
Oh, my God. This might explain why Theresa wont answer Mary-Franciss calls.
Im going to call a buddy of mine that works for the Montgomery County Sheriffs Department. Maybe he can tell us what happened here.
Claudia nodded and sat down on the edge of a brick planter filled with thirsty-looking azaleas. What was going on here? What had started as a simple request from a condemned woman had turned into a crazy scavenger hunt featuring a drug addict, her gun-toting boyfriend and a lost million-dollar coin collection. And now another possible crime victim.
She did not envy Billy his job right now.
Maybe it was time for her to wash her hands of this mess. She had dutifully turned over the information she had to Project Justice. She could write up her final report tonight, including data from both interviews. Once she finished that, the ball was in their court.
Exceptexcept she was still the only person who was sure Mary-Francis didnt kill her husband or know of his current whereabouts. The poor woman had no one to fight for her now. Certainly not her daughter, and now it appeared something had happened to her sister.
Exceptexcept she was still the only person who was sure Mary-Francis didnt kill her husband or know of his current whereabouts. The poor woman had no one to fight for her now. Certainly not her daughter, and now it appeared something had happened to her sister.
Antsy, Claudia stood again. She walked to the driveway, which was empty except for a few oil spots. The garage door had no windows, so she couldnt look to see if there was a car. She ambled to the side of the house, where a short section of weathered wooden privacy fence guarded the backyard. But one of the slats was broken, and she peeked in.
A woman dressed in a bright pink track suit was busy digging around in a parched, overgrown garden. Could that be Theresa? It would explain why no one had answered the door.
Hello, there! Claudia called out.
The woman froze, then hightailed it to a back corner of the yard and disappeared through a gate.
Claudia rejoined Billy just as he was finishing his call. Youre not gonna like this.
What?
Were too late to warn Theresa. She was the victim of a home invasion. Someone broke in, roughed her up, then tore the house up, but no one knows what they took because the only person who could tell themTheresais in a coma.
CHAPTER FOUR
THERE WERE NO PRINTS left behind, no trace evidence at all, Billy continued. The cops dont have a clue.
Claudia felt sick to her stomach. When did this happen?
A few days ago.
This crime couldnt be unrelated, could it? Theresas neighborhood wasnt top drawer, but neither was it a hotbed of violent crime.
There was someone in the backyard just now, digging around in the dirt, she said. I called out, but whoever it was ran off, scared.
Billys eyebrows raised in obvious interest. He turned and climbed the stairs to the front porch to have a closer look at the plywood patch covering the window. He pushed on a corner, which gave slightly.
Billy, that would be breaking and entering.
No one will care. The police are done with the crime scene. Were just going to look around. With a quick glance left and right to be sure no one was watching, he heaved his shoulder into the plywood.
With a shriek of nails pulling free, the board came loose.
Billy knocked it all the way to the floor inside, then climbed in. Ill let you in through the front door.
Claudia considered going to sit in her car. An arrest for B & E could jeopardize her entire practice and cause Project Justice considerable embarrassment. But probably no one would care if they looked around, and she couldnt contain her own curiosity, so when Billy opened the front door, she stepped across the threshold.
It was like a brick oven inside; Claudias skin immediately dampened with perspiration. Her dress stuck to her, clinging to her thighs and breasts.
She wasnt sure whether to be grateful or miffed when Billy ignored her, flipping on some lights, first in the entry way, then the living room, and going into search mode.
The place was a wreckfurniture overturned or ripped open, drawers and cabinets emptied. Here and there, black fingerprint powder marred surfaces.
Theresa was obviously a devout woman. Pictures of Jesus, the Virgin Mary and several saints adorned the walls. Over the red plaid sofa hung a huge print of da Vincis The Last Supper. And on the brick hearth was a statue of Jesus as well as an angel, a monkmaybe St. Francisand a couple of other saints Claudia couldnt identify.
Whoever did this trashed the place to make it look like a random crime, Billy said. But I worked in property crimes on the Dallas P.D. for a while. Burglars dont just destroy stuff for the hell of it. They take what they want and leave. This much damage is overkill.
As if the perpetrator had an emotional connection to the victim?
Possibly.
Billy and Claudia quickly checked the rest of the house. Every room had been assaulted and vandalized.
Lets check out the backyard, Claudia said. I want to know why that woman was digging around.
Digging for buried treasure? Maybe she heard something about the missing coins.
In the early summer heat, it wouldnt take long for an unwatered garden to wither and die. The backyard looked as if it had once been lovingly cultivated with flowers and a vegetable patch. Now, most everything was dead or dying. Green had turned to yellow and beige. The tall weeds rattled in the light breeze.
If Theresa ever comes home, Claudia said, shell be horrified by whats happened to her yard. She walked over to where the mystery woman had been turning up the earth. Several large holes had been dug up in one corner of the garden. I wonder what that woman was looking for?
Billy squatted down and examined the other plants in the vegetable patch. Potatoes. And onions.
How can you tell?
He gave her a pitying look. I take it you dont garden.
I have a landscaping service that does all that. Do you have a garden?
Sure. I grow all kinds of stuff in big pots on my patiotomatoes, peppers, onions, squash. Growing up, if my mom hadnt grown vegetables, wed have gone hungry. Now I just do it cause theres nothing quite like a home-grown tomato.
She never would have pegged him as a gardener. But she was more surprised that hed shared something from his personal life with her.
Hey, you!
Claudia jumped and looked for the source of the voice. The woman in pink, wearing a large brimmed hat and sunglasses, was peering at them over the privacy fence. Unless she was seven feet tall, she was on a ladder.
Youre trespassing! the woman screeched. You better not be taking those vegetables.
No, maam, Billy said. Were with the sheriffs department, doing some follow-up on the crime that took place here. Did anyone talk to you about that?
He lied with perfect assurance. If Claudia had been called upon to spot his lies, she would have failed miserably.
The woman, though obviously the suspicious type, didnt even ask to see a badge.
Of course they did, the woman replied indignantly. I live next door and I know everything that goes on in this neighborhood. We all watch out for each other here.
Did you see what happened that night? Billy prompted.
It was late at night. I was asleep. She dared him to contradict her. Its all in the statement I gave. Patty Dorsey is my name.
We saw you stealing Theresas vegetables, Billy said.
Patty whipped off her sunglasses. Her eyes narrowed dangerously. Theresa wouldnt want her vegetables to go to waste. We share all the time. I give her peaches from my trees. What did you say your name was?
Sergeant Billy Cantu. You wouldnt happen to be digging around because you know something valuable is buried out here, would you?
She shifted from angry to curious. What kind of something valuable?
Coins, maybe?
Her eyes widened with surprise and delight. Her brother-in-laws coins? Theresa told me hed stolen a pirates treasure, gold doubloons or some nonsense. I didnt believe it at the time. She surveyed the backyard with new eyes, perhaps seeing something a lot more valuable than a few filched potatoes.