him, you know.”
“Everyone knows.”
“The thing is, I had to sneak the hard copies of the files out of the department’s records room. Some of the boxed evidence, too. I didn’t sign them out, the way we’re supposed to, because I didn’t want anyone to know. And if I’d accessed them electronically, I’d have had to log in, and that would have left a trail for sure.”
“You risked your career to present an award?”
“Hell, no,” he said. Then he tipped his head back again as if searching the night sky for assistance. The crickets kept chirping, and the stars kept twinkling, but neither of them offered him any help. “It wasn’t risking my career. It was a little sneaky, but it’s an old closed case, and if I got caught and explained my reasons to the chief, he’d have let it go and played along.”
“Then why didn’t you just tell him in the first place?”
“Because the committee was adamant that no one can know. That’s the way this award is always given out—no one knows who will get it before the big night. It’s as closely guarded a secret as the Oscar winners are. I even had to sign a confidentiality agreement.”
She nodded. “So then does anyone know you took the files?”
“Only you. Beth and Josh will know before the night’s out,” he said. “I have to tell them.”
“Had you returned the files yet, before all this happened?”
“No. The night I took them, I gave Nick a ride home—his car wouldn’t start. I didn’t even know he was coming in that day. He’s retired from the force, but he still pops in. I was still on suspension—had to make up an excuse to go in at all. But that’s beside the point. The point is, I wasn’t expecting to see him, much less have him in my car. I ended up sticking everything inside a picnic cooler I’d left in the trunk of the Mustang, so he wouldn’t see it.”
She closed her eyes, thinking he couldn’t look more guilty without actually trying. “Where’s everything now?”
“Stashed in my garage.” He sighed. “The police are still going over the house, but they’ll get to the garage soon enough, and when they find those files…” He lowered his head and shook it slowly.
“It’s going to look bad,” she admitted.
“Yeah.” He looked up at her again. “I don’t want Nick to know about this award if he doesn’t have to, Dawn. It’s supposed to be hush-hush until the night of the ceremony. It’s a big deal.”
“Yeah, you’ve made that clear. But so’s your life.”
“If I have to reveal why I did it to get out of this mess, I will. Believe me. If they find those files in my garage—or if they go looking for them for background information on the current investigation and can’t find them—I’ll explain myself. But not until and unless I have to. Okay?”
“Okay.” She looked into his eyes, felt a little rush of something very familiar, and didn’t have the will to censor herself. “We’re gonna solve this thing, you know. You and me. Just like old times.”
“Maybe not quite like old times,” he said softly.
For a second the tension pulled tight between them. And then, to break it, she took his hand and began pulling him along the path behind her, back toward the inn.
“Where are we going?”
“To the inn, to get your car.”
“To go where?” he asked.
“To Shadow Falls. You’re taking me to your house.”
He stopped, using his weight to stay put, despite her tugging. “My house is currently cordoned off with crime-scene tape. And for all we know, there are cops there even as we speak.”
“We’re going, anyway.” She tugged again. “If there are police there, we’ll just keep on driving. But if no one’s around, we can take the opportunity to get those files out of there.”
“No. I can’t let you tamper with evidence, Dawn. You’ll wind up sharing a cell with me.”
She looked up into his face, still gripping his hand. “I can think of worse things.” She almost wished she could bite back the words, but instead she averted her eyes, ignored the heat rushing into her face and went on. “Besides, we’re not just going for the files. We need to get inside the house. Into the bedroom.”
“Why the hell would you want—”
“Because the place where Bette died is probably the best place for me to try to make contact with her.”
“I’m not gonna let you do that for me, Beth.”
She was encouraged, though, because he stopped holding his ground and instead let her pull him along the path beside her. They crossed the garden and emerged onto the lawn, where the winding footpath continued all the way to the front door. They were nearly to the porch steps when a speeding vehicle came squealing around the curve in the road. Headlights blinded her as she turned in alarm.
Brakes screeched, rubber burning on the pavement, and something flew past, hurled by the driver, smashing right through the Blackberry Inn’s living room window.
Bryan swore and raced toward the car, but it was already peeling out, fishtailing twice before the tires gripped the road, and speeding away.
He grabbed her upper arm and ran with her, up the front porch steps and into the inn. Beth and Josh, Nick and Rico were all standing in the foyer, and Rico’s gun was in his hand. Broken shards of glass littered the floor, and in their midst lay a brick with a piece of paper wrapped around it.
“Is everyone all right?” Bryan shouted.
“Yeah,” Josh told him. “Everyone’s fine.”
“You see anything, Bryan?” Nick asked.
“Black, Olds 88. Probably a ’93 or ’94. Vermont plates, too dirty to make out. Passenger-side taillight was broken.”
Dawn blinked at him, completely awestruck.
“Dawn?” Nick said.
She couldn’t take her eyes off Bryan. This was a side of him she’d never seen. Damn. He really was a cop. She’d known it, but she hadn’t known it. “What?”
“Did you see anything Bryan didn’t?”
“Hell, he lost me at black. And I wouldn’t even have been sure about that much.”
“Beth, can you get me a zipper bag and some salad tongs, please?” Bryan asked.
Beth rushed away and returned with the requested items. Bryan knelt beside the brick, and used the salad tongs to pull the paper off and unfold it. It wasn’t hard to read. Just one word. Murderer.
Dawn could see that it hit Bryan as powerfully as if the brick itself had nailed him in the belly. He actually flinched back from it.
Nick knelt beside him, took the tongs from his hands and used them to tuck the note into the plastic bag. Then he pushed the brick in, as well, lifted up the bag, closed the zip top and handed it to Rico. “You want to take this to the station, or you want me to?”
“I’m headed back there, anyway,” Rico said, and he took the bag and sent a sympathetic look at Bryan. “Hang in there, partner. This is just some ignorant jackass who wouldn’t know a good cop if one was pulling him out from under a bus. Just hang in.”
“I’m trying.” Bryan walked away from the others, head down.
Dawn went after him, put her hand on his shoulder. “We’ll go do what I said,” she told him when they were out of earshot. “It’ll help.”
Bryan shook his head. “No. Not tonight. It’s not safe, Dawn.