Nona Ferris glared at her accusingly. What the hell, Marly? You almost knocked me down those steps, girl.
Sorry. I didnt hear you come up. Marly reached around Nona and rescued the womans dripping umbrella from the steps, then propped it against the porch wall.
You sure took your sweet time getting out here, Nona complained. I called the cops two hours ago.
Marly lifted a brow in surprise. Youre the one who called the station?
Yeah, but I never expected them to send you out here alone. Nona carried a pack of cigarettes and lighter in one hand, and now she took a moment to light up. I thought maybe Navarro would come out here himself.
Was that why shed called? Marly wondered. It wouldnt be the first time a female citizen of Mission Creek had made a bogus call to the station hoping that Tony Navarro, the chief of police, would put in a personal appearance. He was tall, dark and ruggedly handsome with an enigmatic personality and a mysterious past that had, along with his looks, propelled his reputation to almost mythic proportions in Durango County.
Stifling a sigh, Marly got out her notebook and tried to appear professional. Well, you know, being the chief of police and all, Navarro has a lot on his plate. I guess he thought I could handle this call myself.
The least he could do was send one of his deputies, Nona grumbled.
I am a deputy. See? I have a badge and everything.
Nona cut her a glance. Not that you dont look real cute in your little Barney Fife uniform, honey, but you know what I mean.
Marly knew what she meant all right. And strangely enough, she wasnt offended by the womans attitude, probably because shed known Nona forever. Theyd gone to high school together, but in the years since graduation, poor Nona had gotten an advanced degree from the school of hard knocks. Shed once been a pretty girl, but now, dressed in faded yellow sweatpants that sagged in all the wrong places, she was a walking advertisement for too much hooch, sun and cheap hair bleach.
When you called the station, you told Patty Fuentes that Rickys been missing for three days, Marly said. That right?
I wouldnt say missing exactly. But somethings not right.
What do you mean?
Nona gestured with her cigarette. His trucks been sitting in the carport for three solid days. Now you know Ricky. Even back in high school, he was always a real good worker. Never takes a day off unless hes bad sick.
Maybe he is sick, Marly suggested. The flus going around.
Too sick to answer his phone? I even went over and hollered through the window at him. Didnt hear a peep out of him.
Did you try the door?
No, but its not locked, Nona said. He broke the cheap-ass bolt they put on these houses a long time ago and never did get around to fixing it.
But you didnt go in and check on him even though you knew the door was unlocked?
Nona glanced away. I didnt think thatd be such a hot idea.
Why not? Marly asked in surprise. You and Ricky are still pretty close, arent you?
Nona scowled. Whats that supposed to mean?
Come on, Nona. You two have been together off and on since high school.
Yeah, well, now were just off, okay? she said bitterly. You understand how it is, dont you? Times change. People move on. She gave Marly a knowing look. Kind of like you and Joshua Rush, I guess.
Marly felt her stomach tighten at the mention of her ex-fiancé. Theyd been through for months, but he continued to be a sore subject. Shed never told anyone the details of their breakup, even though people in town were openly curious. They were amazed, Marly suspected, that shed let a catch like Joshua Rush slip through her fingers. We were talking about you and Ricky, she reminded Nona.
The woman shrugged. Not much to tell. We had a falling out not too long ago. A real knock-down drag-out. Ricky warned me not to come around anymore, and considering how he likes to play around with that damn pistol of his, I was afraid the dumb sumbitch might shoot me if I did. She took a long drag on her cigarette. So thats why I called the cops. Even Rickyd think twice before plugging the law.
That was some comfort, Marly supposed. She turned back to the door. I guess Id better go in and have a look around.
By yourself? Nona asked uneasily. Maybe you ought to call for backup or something.
Its a little premature for that. Rickys probably just feeling under the weather
But what if he isnt? What if something bad has happened to him? What if hes Nona broke off and glanced away.
Marly narrowed her gaze. What if hes what? You dont know something youre not telling me, do you?
Course not. Nona gnawed on her thumbnail. But after what happened to those kids and old lady Abbott last week, a body cant help being a little nervous.
Im sure its nothing like that. Marly prayed it was nothing like that. She knocked on the door again and called out Rickys name.
When there was still no answer, she tried the door. It swung open, revealing a dark, cavelike interior. The blinds had been drawn, shutting out what natural light might have come from the overcast sky, and there was a smell. A faint, telltale odor that made Marlys stomach lurch.
She stepped back from the door and tried not to panic.
Go back over to your house and call Patty, she said with far more authority than she actually felt. Tell her I may need some help out here. See if she can round up Boyd or A.J. or even the chief. Whoever is nearby.
A look of dread flashed across Nonas features. Rickyhes not dead in there, is he?
Just go make the call, Nona. Hurry up now.
But
Go on. This is police business. I know what Im doing.
Reluctantly Nona turned, hurried down the steps, then splashed her way across the tiny yard, slipping and sliding on her own wet porch before finally disappearing inside the house a minute or two later.
Marly stepped inside Moraless house, pausing just across the threshold to get her bearings. The front entrance opened directly into the living room, which was separated from the eat-in kitchen on the right by a bar. A windowless door next to the refrigerator led out to the carport, and to the left, a narrow hallway trailed back to the bathroom and bedrooms.
Ricky? You in here? she called nervously.
The house was very quiet. Marly couldnt even hear the usual household noisesthe humming of the refrigerator, the ticking of a clock. Even the sound of the rain was muffled.
No music, either, she noticed. That was almost a relief.
Butthere was something strange about the silence. Somethingunnatural. It was as if everything inside Rickys house had suddenly stopped working.
Resting her hand on her weapon, Marly crossed the room to peer down the murky corridor. Ricky? Its Deputy Jessop. You in here?
Still no answer.
Sweat beaded on Marlys forehead as she started down the hallway. The door at the far end was slightly ajar, and as she approached it, the smell grew stronger, making her gag.
Pulling her shirt over her nose and mouth, Marly tried to work up her courage. She had a job to do. She was an officer of the law, and it didnt matter that the most dangerous call shed been on thus far in her short career with the Mission Creek Police Department was chasing down a pair of ten-year-old shoplifters at the Giant K. All that was about to change, and Marly knew she had to somehow rise to the occasion.
Pulling her shirt over her nose and mouth, Marly tried to work up her courage. She had a job to do. She was an officer of the law, and it didnt matter that the most dangerous call shed been on thus far in her short career with the Mission Creek Police Department was chasing down a pair of ten-year-old shoplifters at the Giant K. All that was about to change, and Marly knew she had to somehow rise to the occasion.
But the smell. She could feel it oozing into her sinuses, into her pores, even into her hair shafts. Shed heard about that smell from some of the veterans who taught at the academy. Theyd talked about how it was unmistakable from any other scent, how it was almost impossible to get rid of once it got on you. How you were never able to forget it.
Dont think about that now, a little voice warned her.
She tried to put herself on autopilot as she used the toe of her shoe to push open the door. The room was even darker than the rest of the house. She got out her flashlight and switched it on, then played the beam inside the room.
She couldnt say she was surprised by what she found. On some level, shed been expecting it. Dreading it. Preparing herself for it. But that didnt make the scene any less horrifying.
Ricky Morales lay slumped on the bed, his face mercifully hidden from Marlys view. But the gruesome splatter on the wall just above the headboard told her more than she wanted to know.
Chapter Two
Staggering back from the room, Marly clapped a hand to her mouth.
Oh, man. Oh, no.
She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to ward off the nausea. Trying to block out the revulsion.
But it was too late. She was going to be sick. Collapsing against the wall, she tried to fight it.
What am I doing here? she wondered frantically. What had possessed her to enter law enforcement in the first place? Shed never had a burning desire to be a cop. It wasnt some lifelong dream of hers. She wasnt remotely suited for the job, and everyone in town knew it. Shed put in for the opening at the police department because after leaving her last position so abruptly, shed desperately needed a job. Any job.
And then with just eight weeks of training at the Texas Law Enforcement Training Academy in San Antonio under her belt, theyd pinned a badge to her chest, strapped a .38 onto her hips and called her a deputy. But that didnt mean she was qualified. That didnt mean, even after nearly a year on the job, she was equipped to deal with the bloody mess inside that bedroom that had once been Ricky Moraless face
But she had to deal with it. She had to do something. Call for backup. Secure the scene
A subtle noise somewhere nearby brought Marlys head up with a jerk. She couldnt tell what the sound was or even where it had come from, but the sudden knowledge that she was no longer alone chilled her blood.
She eased herself away from the wall and for the first time in her short law enforcement career, drew her weapon.
Heart pounding, her mouth dry with fear, she peered down the murky hallway toward the living room.
Someone was there. No doubt about it. She could see his silhouette at the end of the corridor. His features were indistinguishable, but he appeared huge as he started toward her.
Marly clutched her weapon with both hands. Police! Stay right where you are!
To her immense relief, the man froze. He didnt so much as move a muscle that Marly could see, but she could feel his gaze on her. Dark. Intense. Cold. Gooseflesh prickled along the back of her neck.
Hands behind your head, she barked. No sudden moves.
Slowly he lifted his hands and clasped them behind his head.
Still gripping her weapon, Marly inched toward him. Who are you?
Deacon Cage. His voice was deep and smooth. A little too smooth, Marly decided.
What are you doing here? she demanded.
Im looking for Ricky Morales.
He a friend of yours?
Not exactly. He didnt show up for work this morning so his boss sent me over here to check up on him.
This boss have a name?
Skip Manson. Hes a job foreman for Satterfield Construction. Theyre building the new gymnasium at the high school.
By this time, Marly was standing only a couple of feet from the stranger, and what she saw when she glanced up caused her heart to skip a beat. Dark hair. Dark eyes. High cheekbones and a well-shaped mouth. A chiseled jawline and a strong, determined chin.
Not bad, Marly thought. Not bad at all.
The stranger lifted a quizzical brow, as if he could tell exactly what she was thinking.
He couldnt, of course, but heat washed over Marlys cheeks just the same. To cover her embarrassment, she gave him a piercing glare. Do you always enter private residences without an invitation, Mr. Cage?
The front door was open. Besides, when I saw the police car out front, I was afraid something might have happened to Morales.
Like what?
He shrugged. An accident maybe.
The way he stared down at her was very unnerving.
Its like he knows me, Marly thought with a shiver.
Taking a steadying breath, she tried to disregard the icy tingles shooting through her veins. Ill need to see some identification.
She tensed when he started to lower his arms.
I have to get my wallet from my back pocket, he explained.
Just dont make any sudden moves, she warned.
He fished out his wallet and slowly handed it to her. He was being very cooperative. Nothing in the least threatening about his attitude. So why did she feel so vulnerable? Marly wondered. Soexposed?
She scrutinized the picture on his California drivers license, noting his age, address and physical description. To her dismay, her hand trembled as she folded the wallet and gave it back to him. Youre a long way from home, Mr. Cage.
No law against that, is there?
Marly ignored the question. Im going to have to ask you to step outside.
Why? Has something happened to Morales?
Just step outside, Mr. Cage.
Something flickered in his eyes, a darkness that made Marly realize how alone they were in the house.
You have a gun on him. No way he can hurt you.
But when he made a slight move toward her, Marly jumped back like a nervous cat.
I wouldnt try that, she warned.
Im not going to hurt you.
Damn straight youre not. She clutched the gun.
He backed off, lifting his hands in acquiescence. Look, I just want to know what happened here
A sound from the living room stopped him cold, and he seemed to grow very tense. Weve got company, he said in that hair-raising voice of his.
Thank God, Marly thought. She wasnt sure how much longer she could take being alone with him. He was a very intimidating man although she had no idea why she felt that way. He hadnt threatened her. Hadnt so much as said anything out of line to her. And yet her instincts told her he was dangerous. In more ways than she could possibly imagine.
Lifting her chin slightly, she tried to peer around him. Whos there? she called out. Identify yourself!
A slight hesitation, then a male voice responded, Tony Navarro. Jessop, is that you?
The stranger jerked around at the sound of Navarros voice, and he stared down the hall for just a split second before he slowly turned back to face Marly. She caught her breath at the look on his face. If shed thought him dangerous before, there was no doubt in her mind now. None at all.