Cavanaugh on Duty(21)

He could well understand that—and sympathize with it. “I don’t have to expand the company for that,” Andrew told his father.

“No, but it’s not a bad idea,” Shamus insisted, then pointed out, “That way, we’d have all these resources available to us twenty-four/seven. And the investigator would be on your clock, not someone else’s,” he pointed out. “People tend to do better for their own than for some stranger who hires them.”

“Worth thinking about,” Andrew agreed, then suggested, “Until then, though, why don’t you give me all the information you do have on this long lost brother of yours? That way, I can start looking into it for you.” He saw the skeptical look slipped over his father’s face. “Don’t give me that look, Pop. I tracked down Rose, remember? Everyone told me to give up, that she was dead and I was just torturing myself by not accepting it. But I refused to listen because we never found a body when Rose’s car went over the embankment.

“And,” he added triumphantly, “everyone else was wrong and I was right.”

“Right about what, dear?” Rose asked as she came out to the patio to join her husband and father-in-law. They’d been out here for a while now and dusk had settled in like a warm throw on a chilly autumn evening. It was time to find out what was going on.

“Right about saying that you’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” Andrew volunteered, holding the bottle of beer aloft as he pulled her onto his lap with his other hand.

She knew when she was being kept in the dark. She also knew that it was never anything major, so for now, she played along.

“Can’t argue with that,” she said, giving her husband a quick kiss. And then she looked from her father-in-law to her husband. “But what are you two really talking about?”

“Expanding the company,” Andrew answered. For now, the fact that he might have an uncle floating out there would remain between his father and him. He had a feeling that his father wasn’t quite ready to share his secret with the rest of the family just yet.

Rose thought for a moment, then nodded. “Sounds like a good idea,” she agreed.

Shamus beamed. Leaning forward again, he gave his daughter-in-law’s hand a quick squeeze. “Always said I liked this girl.”

Rose laughed. “And I really like being called that,” she told her father-in-law.

Andrew watched the two interact, amused. But he never took even one moment he had with Rose for granted.

Even so, the wheels in his head were furiously turning as he considered the investigation he was about to undertake.

A long lost uncle, who would have ever thought it?





Chapter 10



Years of working on his own had predisposed Esteban to working best alone.

Which was why he thought he’d get an early start this morning and come in while the office was still empty. But the moment he walked into the squad room, he saw that he’d thought wrong.

Because it was more than an hour before the morning shift came on, the rest of the area was still empty. However, the desk butted up directly against his was not. Kari was there, although it was anyone’s guess whether she was conscious or not. She’d obviously put her head down to grab a few winks.

Apparently the winks were still going on. Her head was resting on her arms, which she’d drawn close together and crossed in order to afford herself a tiny bit of comfort.

Not that they would give her all that much, he judged. From what he’d seen of them, her arms were rather toned. It was obvious that she liked to keep herself fit. He could relate to that.

He could almost, he thought, relate to her, as well.

Though he wouldn’t admit it to her, she was right about remembering him from high school. All sorts of memories came flooding back to him. They had gone to school together, although he’d been a year ahead of her.

Even so, they’d shared a couple of academic classes. He might have been a jock back then, but he was determined to use his athletic abilities to propel him up the road to getting a higher education. Securing a football scholarship meant he could spend more time studying, less time working to pay for that education. He’d set his sights on lofty goals.

And she was a junior with looks and brains—and if he recalled correctly, she’d been far more interested in using those brains, rather than her feminine wiles, to get ahead. He found that admirable.

And, at the time, rare.

He also remembered another very pertinent thing about her. She was not part of the circle of girls he had found perpetually clustered around him. She was always off somewhere in the background. He’d catch her looking his way once in a while. Looking, but not joining.

He remembered wondering if she was shy.

He also vaguely remembered being intrigued by her. But there were so many more willing and available girls back then that he didn’t have time to find out what her story was.

Even though he’d wanted to.

And then he’d graduated and gone off to college.

But those brilliant blue eyes of hers, and that certain tilt of her head when she smiled—that he remembered. That stayed with him.

Now that all seemed like it had happened a hundred years ago, he thought, putting the tall container of coffee he’d bought at the coffee shop down on his desk. The person he’d been, that jock with the world at his feet—that was someone else from another lifetime.

The life he now had had begun when he’d been called out of his class at the academy and taken aside by the chief of police. The man—ironically the brother of the current Chief of D’s—had told him as gently as he could about his mother and brother’s deaths and what his stepfather had done to avenge Julio.

It had all taken place within a twenty-four-hour period.

Only twenty-four hours. And just like that, the light had gone out of his life.

Out of his world.

Avenging his family by taking down all the members of the cartel that he could seemed like the only reason for him to go on drawing breath. So he’d done just that. And he’d done it well.

And then, even that had been taken away from him.

The Chief was right. He’d had to flee or die. As if the latter mattered.

Every morning, he got up, wondering why. And yet, he did...and he found himself putting one foot in front of the other. And, these past few days, somehow arriving here. To work with a vibrant woman he pretended not to recognize.

Sometimes he wondered if all sense had left his world, as well....

Drawn back to the present, he couldn’t help but note that Kari was still out like a light. She must have put in one long night.

Rounding his desk, he came around to her side and lightly tapped his partner on the shoulder. When that didn’t seem to rouse her, he did it again, a little harder this time.

He was about to do it a third time—it was either that or yell in her ear—when Kari abruptly jerked her head up from her desk, as if suddenly aware of not being alone anymore.

She looked up at him and blinked, trying to focus eyes that were still somewhat blurry from lack of a decent night’s sleep. She was acutely conscious of his almost overpowering aura. That, and his intense blue eyes. With effort, she struggled to pull herself together.

“You spend the night here?” Esteban asked gruffly.

It was a rhetorical question. She was wearing the same thing she’d had on yesterday, so unless she was particularly attached to the light blue pencil skirt and jacket, she hadn’t gone home to sleep or even to get a change of clothes.

God, but her neck hurt, Kari thought as a razor-sharp pain speared through her. She rubbed her hand across the area, trying to get back a little feeling into it. She wasn’t having much luck. Kari stifled a gasp when she felt his hands on her neck, kneading and creating more tense muscles than he was eliminating. She pulled away.

“I’m okay,” she said a bit too quickly. The last thing she needed was having him touch her like that. “I guess I must have fallen asleep,” she muttered. She certainly hadn’t intended to do that when she’d sat down at her desk last night. She had only wanted to review a few things, but as usual, time had gotten away from her.

“Is that for me, or did you just decide to redecorate yourself?” he asked, allowing a glimmer of amusement to show through.

When she looked at him, obviously confused by his question, Esteban leaned over and plucked off the Post-it note that had somehow gotten itself attached to her forehead. He held it up for her to see.

There was nothing written on it.

“Using invisible ink again?” he drawled.

“Keep it,” she muttered. She didn’t recall writing a note to anyone. “Consider it a gift.”

He glanced down at the steaming-hot coffee on his desk. The lid was still on, but tiny whiffs of steam were escaping from the sides.

“Here.” He picked up the container and placed it on her desk. “I think you need this more than I do.”