C. M. Weaver

SILENT RIVER

Acknowledgments

This book has been 35 years in the making. I’d like to thank my friend Joanne who helped me with research at the beginning of this project.

As I struggled to become a writer, my sisters; Kathy Buss and Susie Scriber along with my daughter Lani Weaver, read my manuscripts and gave me critical reviews. They constantly, over the years, encouraged me to write this story and have supported my writing goals.

In the last few years, I have had the privilege to meet JB Fisher. His research while writing his own story has prompted me to get busy and finish this novel.

Joni Wilson has done a great job in the line editing, and the designer who did the cover as well as Alex Roman who took on this project.

Prologue

In the darkness, twin beams of light illuminated the road as the car sped down the highway. Inside the 1954 station wagon, the silence was deafening and fear almost tangible.

The car left the road and bumped along the grassy shoulder, then came to a stop. The driver killed the lights to keep out of sight from passing motorists. Lights from a second car reflected for a brief moment on two white faces peering over the back seat, then everything turned dark. The driver of the second car approached and opened the rear car door. Two girls slid to the opposite side of the car, leaving as much space as possible between them. The man laughed harshly as he climbed in and slammed the door shut.

“Let’s get it done.” He tapped the driver on the shoulder.

Kelly wrapped her arms around her sister, Darla, who was hugging the door handle. The driver maneuvered the car away from the highway, swerving now and then to avoid boulders too large to cross. She winced as the shrubs scraped the sides and cringed as rocks struck the bottom of the car.

“Take it easy, Frank; we don’t want to leave any evidence.”

“I’m goin’ as careful as I can, you didn’t exactly pick a well-marked path, ya’ know,” Frank growled.

Darla whimpered, while Kelly’s squeeze was meant to reassure. Kelly’s eyes strayed toward the front seat. Their mother hadn’t turned to look back at the girls since the men showed up and held them at gunpoint. Directly in front of Kelly, her father rested his head on her mother’s shoulder. She wanted so much to reach out and touch him. This whole thing had been her fault. Tears welled in her eyes and overflowed, following the tracks of their now dried predecessors. Why had she allowed it all to happen? How could she have been such a fool? Now it was too late to go back.

Kelly saw her father’s head fall forward when the car hit another rock. Her mother didn’t move. Kelly knew the large, bloody mass on the side of his head made a mess on her mother’s sweater. She hoped the dry cleaners could get the stain out.

“Momma?” a small voice rose from the back of the station wagon.

“Shush, it’s all right, Sara, go back to sleep.”

Kelly turned and looked at her youngest sister. The man called Frank had put something from a bottle on a cloth and then pressed it to Sara’s face. She had gone right to sleep. Now she was beginning to wake up.

“Lie down, Sara; we’re almost home,” Kelly sighed as Sara obeyed.

The car jerked to a stop. The man next to them got out. “Stay there!” he ordered.

Frank bent over in the driver’s seat. Kelly hoped he was going to help her father. He straightened a little and slapped her father’s cheek

“Don’t be trying anything now.” Then he laughed, “Oh, yeah, you can’t, cuz you are dead.”

He turned to look at Kelly, “You shudda kept your pretty mouth shut. So long now.” He did something on the front seat. Kelly heard the engine get louder. She saw him push the door lock down, shove the gear shift, and slam the door as it moved past him. Kelly screamed as the car shot over the edge into the cold, Columbia River.

Chapter 1

Detective Robert Collins absently swigged the lukewarm coffee that he’d bought on his way to work that morning. A few officers sat at their desks. Monday mornings usually weren’t this quiet.

He pushed open the door to his office. He detested the institutional green walls. His desk was falling apart, no matter how many times he nailed and glued the drawers back together. He threw his coat at the stand along with his hat. It slid on the curled wood and stayed. The hat twirled but remained in its place. Robert didn’t bother to watch as he sat the cup on the stained desk and gingerly sat in the wooden, rolling, office chair. It hated him and had dumped him on the floor a few times.

His inbox overflowed with reports for follow-up and notes on cases he needed to read. There were times when he wished he had a regular nine-to-five job, and this was one of those times. He’d pulled an all-nighter last night, and the subject of the stakeout had played him like a cat with a toy mouse.

The sound of taps on leather shoes echoed as it moved toward his office. The announcement of Nate Polentti was not a welcome sound to Robert. He cringed as the tapping stopped at his door.

“So, you and Jake got some “prime beef” last night.” Nate’s nasal tone grated on his nerves. “Why do you guys seem to get all the bribes? Oh, that’s right, you two passed through the cleanup with flying colors. Makes a person think now, doesn’t it? You made front page news. I wonder how my uncle, Chief Gilmore, is going to take this.” Nate gave a dry laugh as he slapped the newspaper down in front of Robert. The tapping seemed more pronounced as Nate walked away.

The paper unfolded, allowing Robert to see a large picture, above the fold, of an unmarked police car. The driver’s arm rested on the frame of the open window. Thankfully, it was just an arm, he thought. He looked closer at the grainy picture. The prime target of the photographer centered on the person in the background. A white-jacketed waiter walked away from the car, balancing a tray that bore the remains of two sumptuous dinners.

The headline read: Are There Still Cops on the Take? The article stated that two police officers were seen eating prime rib dinners provided by a known mob leader who had arrived in Portland to possibly open a casino in the area.

The phone rang. Robert fumbled around under the paper until he found the receiver. He answered, not taking his eyes from the article.

“Collins here.”

“Robert, we got a call for you to report to Stan.” The dispatcher gave the address. He pulled a pen and pad from his pocket and jotted down the information. As if it were one complete motion, he jammed his long arms into the sleeves of his coat, positioned his fedora over his dark blond crew cut, and hurried through the office.

In the car, he turned the key and pressed the gas pedal. He headed down Alder Street to Sandy. Following Sandy Boulevard, the traffic kept him to the speed limit, and the drive to Fifty-Seventh Avenue took a little longer than usual. He’d hit the end of the rush hour and everyone heading to work. He poked down the street, looking for the address he’d been given.

The houses were well kept. Robert saw people milling on the sidewalks ahead and parked behind a squad car. He looked at the situation and didn’t see anything that would need a gun drawn, so he got out and slid his hat in place, running his fingers along the brim. He made his way through the crowd of people the officers tried to keep on their front lawns.

“Hey, what’s happened?” a reporter called out. “Who’s missing?”

“Stan!” Robert called to a man just going up the front steps of the house.

“Took you long enough,” Stan taunted.

“Took you long enough to call. Couldn’t handle it on your own?”

“I thought you should earn some of those taxpayers’ dollars instead of just reading the sports pages at your desk on Monday morning.”

“Yeah, well, thanks. What have we got here?” He followed Stan into the living room. A man and a woman sat on the couch talking to one of the officers.

“This is Tom and Maggie Borman. She claims something happened to her brother and his family.” Stan consulted his black book, “A Karl and Debra Stevens and their three girls. Mrs. Borman, this is Detective Robert Collins. Would you tell him what you told me?”

Maggie Borman wore a beige sweater over a plaid shirt and pleated brown skirt. Her salt-and-pepper hair was pulled into a French roll at the back of her head. She was in her late forties; her brows were furrowed over her brown eyes.

She wrung her hands as she talked. “I called yesterday afternoon to talk to Debra, but they weren’t home. I kept calling until almost midnight. When I got up this morning, I tried again, but there was still no answer. We came over here and because I have a key for emergencies, we went in to check. I didn’t find anything missing or any reason they wouldn’t have come home last night.” Her voice broke, and she began to cry.

“Was the lock forced?” Robert asked Stan.

“No, and we couldn’t find any of the windows forced open either. Everything is locked up tight.”

“Can you give me their names, ages, and descriptions?” he turned to the woman.

“Karl Stevens is my brother; he is fifty-four. Debra, his wife, is forty-eight. Kelly is fourteen; Darla is twelve, and Sara is ten years old.” Tom spoke the names while Maggie filled in the ages.

“Do you have any idea what they might have been wearing?” Robert asked.

“No, I can only guess. I know that Debra would have been wearing a dress, and the girls were probably wearing pedal pushers, shirts, and maybe either a sweater or a jacket.”

“Is there anyone they might have gone to visit? Someone they spent the night with? There has been some snow up the Columbia River Gorge.” Robert directed the questions, while Stan stood to one side looking at his notepad and adding any details he hadn’t thought to ask.

Maggie shook her head. “They would have called me,” she muttered into her handkerchief.

When Maggie could not continue, Robert left them in Stan’s care and walked through the house. He watched a team of men search for any clues. The house was clean, but the Sunday paper lay on the side table, as if Mr. Stevens had just put the sections down after reading them. The comic pages had been divided, and some were on the floor while others were folded on the coffee table.

The kitchen had been used, for breakfast dishes soaked in oily water.

He opened the fridge, but there was no roast waiting to be put in the oven. His mom liked to have a roast cooking when they came home after church. He took a deep breath, remembering the smell that greeted the family as they all trooped through the door after the church service. This family either ate before going to church or didn’t go that Sunday. What would cause this family to skip church?

Taking a quick look in the bedrooms upstairs, he saw the parent’s bedroom. No clothes lying around; the items on the vanity were lined up on the runner. A quick check in the closet revealed no suitcases; he’d check the hall closet later. The next door down the short hall had the name “Kelly” written on a card tacked to the door. Inside, there wasn’t anything out of place—too neat for a teenager. He stepped inside. The bed had perfect hospital corners, the books so neat they were aligned by height. With his pen, he hooked the desk drawer and pulled it open. All the pens and pencils were in neat rows, small to large, sharpened to a point.

He looked for any notes she might have left, but the notepad was blank. He would have the guys bag it and bring it to him at the office, along with her schoolbag.

All the drawers held her clothes neatly folded in vertical stacks. Robert opened the closet door to see dresses, blouses, and skirts hanging in even spaces. She must have been obsessive about her room, which wasn’t normal in his book. He had no sisters, but he did have a brother who would sleep in and on his clothes. He backed out of the door, taking one more look at the dresser, small desk, bed, and night table with a single lamp.

Two cards with “Sara” and “Darla” printed on them were stuck to the next door. The beds were made, but not as neatly as Kelly’s. A wicker basket of folded clothes sat on each bed, ready to be put away. A bookshelf held books and games stuffed haphazardly on the shelves, some of the pieces falling out of the half-closed boxes. Schoolbags in this room peeked out from under the beds, nothing out of the ordinary.

He opened the last door in the hallway and found a stairway to the attic. A door at the top was closed but it opened when he turned the knob. A bedroom. He sniffed. A boy’s room. Perhaps a boarder? A single bed with a quilt over it, a short dresser, a chair, and an empty closet. He turned and went down the stairs.

Back on the main floor, he made a note that there was no sign of a struggle and no note left on the pad near the phone or on the refrigerator, where most people would leave one if they were going out of town.

In the basement, he touched the sawdust furnace. Still warm, even though the fire was out. It must have been going for quite a while before the fire died from lack of fuel. Robert judged it to have been out about four or five hours.

In the living room, the Christmas tree was decorated, a Santa suit lay neatly over a chair, and a bag of candy canes lay right next to it. A few Christmas decorations adorned the windows. Probably done by the girls, he thought. It was December 7, 1958, and Christmas was just around the corner. Not a time for a family to go missing. The Bormans remained on the couch, watching the officers.

“Mrs. Borman, who else might have a key to the house?”

“No one that I know of, but anyone could get in, the back door is never locked.”

Robert frowned; he turned and walked back to the kitchen. Maggie stood and followed him. He stood looking at the lock, a standard, turn knob with a button-slide, locking mechanism. Maggie reached past him toward the knob. Robert pushed her hand down, intercepting her reach.

“What!?” Maggie gasped.

“Fingerprints. If this door is normally unlocked, someone locked it. We will need to fingerprint the lock. We’ll need your prints to disqualify you, and we’ll have the others in the house. Anyone different, we will need to question them. I’m sorry I startled you.”

“That’s okay.”

He met Stan on the porch.

“What do you think?” Stan asked.

“Mrs. Borman said they never went anywhere overnight that they didn’t notify her first. It’s possible this might be the exception. Let’s question the neighbors and see what comes up.”

“I have a team already on it, though we are shorthanded if you want to help out.”

“Always ready to help, after all, this could be my department—homicide.”

Robert talked to the occupants in the house next to the Stevens and one person across the street. None had seen anything that morning or the day before. One family had been gone all day, and the other had sick children and hadn’t been outside.

~~~

“Hey, Robert, the chief wants you in his office right away.” Deputy Nate’s grin almost wrapped around his head as he made the announcement.

Robert ground his teeth and nodded at the young man. The kid must have his ear on the phone every moment.

At the office of Chief Arnold Gilmore, better known as Arnie, he rapped his knuckles firmly and waited for an answer.

“Come in,” the gruff voice called out.

Robert opened the door, but the chief was on the phone. The man waved him to a seat across from him and finished his conversation.

“Good to see you, Collins. What are you working on right now?” Chief Gilmore had a balding, round head with a few wisps of white hair that grew near his left ear and were pasted across the top of his head almost to his right ear. He had a barrel of a chest and a stomach that overshot his belt buckle if he had one on. He wore wide suspenders that crossed over at his shoulder blades.

“The usual, sir. Following mob bosses who show up in our city and have to submit to their haranguing the department to the media, who then make us look like fools.” He tried to keep the bitterness out of his voice, but he was sure the irony was not lost on the chief.

Arnie laughed. “Yes, I saw your picture in the paper this morning. Was that your arm or Jake’s?”

“Mine, sir.”

“Don’t worry about it. The hoopla’s over. The man you were watching was here to put a deal together to buy a plot of land on Sauvie Island. He planned to build a casino here. Wanted to build a little Las Vegas.” Robert frowned and leaned closer to ask if that had happened. Arnie continued. “No, it didn’t happen. It’s rained here for the past two weeks. The area he wanted to see is flooded with about a foot of water. He’d been heard to say, ‘Who would want to live in this godforsaken place, much less want to visit here?’ He had his dinner Sunday night with his boys and now is probably back in sunny Las Vegas.”

“For once, thank goodness for our rain.” Robert sighed.

“Yes, that might be true, but a casino would have brought in jobs and money to the community.”

Robert schooled his expression. He was against legalizing gambling. It was bad enough they had their own little organized crime gang running the city.

“Jobs. Yes, we would have had to hire more men, build bigger jails, and then you would have another corrupt department to clean up.”

This time Robert didn’t bother to hide his sarcasm. “Yes, we can be thankful that it isn’t going to happen. One cleanup was enough. I never want to go through that again.”

Robert had just become a deputy when someone sent large envelopes to the governor, the Oregonian, and the Journal. Inside were pictures, dates, and the names of cops who were on the take. The photos were so incriminating that there was nothing left for the governor to do but initiate a city-wide sweep. There were still officers and high officials who were on trial.

“Robert, I want you to work with Stan on this missing persons case. He specifically asked for you. You file a report regularly. That’s all.” Chief Gilmore dismissed Robert.

Walking down the hall to his office, Robert glanced at the men working. He wondered what they thought when they weren’t buried in police procedures. He’d felt some of their gazes as he passed them, conversations that suddenly stopped or seemed to change.

After the chief called them all in for a meeting and said there were going to be changes, he’d been apprehensive. He liked the chief and thought he did a good job. Then half the department disappeared. Older officers retired early or asked for a transfer. Some were indicted with criminal charges and the few left, like Jake Monroe, his friend, walked softly around some of those who remained. Not all of them agreed with the chief but knew their jobs were a thin line from being terminated.

Chapter 2

“There are wind warnings in the Gorge today. All semis will not be allowed to drive through the Gorge to or from Portland.” The weather reporter went on to detail the accidents along the highway. Robert switched off the car radio. He could see the trees along the streets bending with the onslaught of wind and rain, as he pulled into the station parking lot. He gauged the distance to be a hundred feet from his car to the door of the station and he could barely see it. With his briefcase tucked under his coat and his hat set snugly on his head, he opened the door, locked it, and then slammed it shut as he ran to the front overhang. Another officer held the door open.

“Mornin’, sir. It sure is a wild one today.”

“Mornin’,” Robert responded.

Once in the safety of the building, he muttered, “Damn rain. Some days I wonder why I live here.” He shook his hat and brushed as much of the water off his coat as he could. The smell of wet wool and cologne permeated the lobby.

“I know what you mean. I had to drive in from Larch Mountain. I was one of the officers questioning the tree farm owners, where the Stevens might have bought their greenery.” The officer continued to talk as they both walked toward the squad room.

“Did you hear anything? Get a good lead anywhere?” The noise of typewriters and the ring of phones forced Robert to raise his voice over the din.

“We talked to one possibility.” The officer stopped in front of the door with Robert’s name stenciled on the glass. “There is a Stevens Tree Farm up there. The woman said a family came and purchased some greenery. The youngest daughter asked her mother if they were related. The mother responded there are a lot of Stevens in the area, but they weren’t related.” I just made note of it. The owner said she remembered the car being a red and white station wagon. There was a man and another girl who did not get out.”

“That’s a great lead. Please make sure I get a copy of it.” He clapped the man’s shoulder and went into his office.

The pipes in the radiator rattled and banged as they heated up. He moved the coat rack closer to the heater, hoping some of the dampness on his coat would dry before he had to go out again.

The door burst open, and one of the rookie officers slid to a halt in front of his desk.

“Important, I hope.” Robert raised his eyebrows and stared pointedly at the open door.

“Oh, sorry, sir,” the young man gasped, waving the paper under Robert’s nose. “I just got this call, sir. I think we have a good lead.”

Robert managed to snatch the moving target from the young man and read the message.

“A gas station attendant sold gas to a family matching the description of the Stevens family. The station is along US Highway Thirty between Portland and The Dalles. The gas was charged on an oil company credit card.” Robert checked the address and phone number written on the bottom of the lead card.

Another crank call? he thought. The writeup in the paper reported the police were searching in the Larch Mountain area, which was in the general direction of the gas station. He looked at the slip of paper for a moment, then rubbed his fingers over it as if suddenly a genie would appear and give him the answer. He reached for the phone. Every lead got a response.

“Do you want me to follow up on that lead, sir?” the young man’s expression was hopeful and excited about the lead.

“Harry, I think you did an excellent job of getting this information to me. I appreciate it. This is something I should look at personally. This could be the break we need.”

Harry, torn between pride in bringing the lead directly to Robert and wanting to make the call himself tipped forward then back on his feet.

“I hear phones ringing off the hook out there. I need you on duty and making sure those leads are brought to me.” Robert gave him an encouraging smile and nodded toward the door.

Harry turned and strutted out of sight. Since the cleanup, a new group of officers had been hired. Some had the gift of intuition, others didn’t have any gift or clue. He had to deal with them all.

Jake Monroe tapped on the glass and entered his office. Jake was a fellow detective and, for all intents and purposes, they were partners. Jake came into the department just after the cleanup. He’d transferred from the Seattle area. Robert liked him. Over the past years, they’d grown close, like his younger brother, only closer. Jake and his wife, Lorene, stood beside him after the death of his wife and son. When he’d been so angry, he’d wanted to take his gun and shoot up any organized crime bosses’ house and family. Jake and Lorene had taken him in. He’d talk to Jake for long hours until he fell asleep on their couch.

“Hey, what’s up, Jake? We’ve got a hot one.” Robert started to lean back in his chair, then caught himself just in time before the motion sent the chair falling backward to the floor.

“I heard. What do you have for me?” Jake leaned his hip against the bookshelf under the window. “Before I forget, Lorene wants you to come over on Sunday. It’s Elizabeth’s first birthday. You know how moms are; they want to invite everyone over for a party.”

“A year, has it been that long ago? It seems like Lorene was just pregnant and you had morning sickness.”

“I had the flu!” Jake protested, running his palm over his dark brown waves.

“Sure you did. You were sick in the morning and had to leave work.” Robert shook his head in mock disgust. “Or was that some excuse to go home to Lorene?”

“What do you have?” Jake pointed to the stack of leads.

“We have a lead from a gas station attendant. Apparently, he pumped gas for a family who looked like the one in the paper. We’ll need to go see him.”

“Sure, let me know when.” Jake stood. “Lorene expects your presence, with a present, on Sunday.” He grinned and saluted his partner, then whistled as he walked down the hallway.

Robert sighed, he was a little jealous of Jake’s relationship with Lorene. She gave Jake her love and support when he left for work and welcomed him home with a kiss. She worried about him and his job, but she was a strong woman. Her father, still in the Navy, was stationed in Washington, DC. He’d served in World War II. She knew what it meant to worry about a man going into battle. Not like Becca, who had been sheltered for most of her early life. Becca hadn’t dealt well with the stress of being a cop’s wife.

He shook the memory off and dialed the number on the lead. The person who answered, directed him to call Mr. Porter, the owner. “He was the one on duty that night,” the man informed him.

Robert dialed the new number; a woman answered the phone. “This is the Porter residence; may I help you?

Robert identified himself and the purpose of his call.

“Yes, Mr. Porter was on duty. He called and told the officer he’d sold gas to a family who might have been the one you are looking for.”

“Do you still have the receipts for the gas? Did they pay with a credit card or cash?” Robert asked.

There was some whispering and the phone changed hands, “Hello, this is Mr. Porter. The man paid with a credit card. I am sorry, but my wife sent the receipts in already. We do that every Monday morning. I am sure with your connections, you can call and get them sent to you right away.”

“Sure thing,” Robert muttered.

“What was that? I’m a little hard of hearing.”

“It was nothing. Do you mind if I come out and talk to you? I’d like a little more detailed information before I contact the credit card company.” Robert made an appointment for the next afternoon.

~~~

The town where the Porters lived was a little more than a wide spot in the road. Most of the inhabitants were employed somewhere along the Columbia River, in logging camps, the mills, Bonneville Dam, Cascade Locks, or the big aluminum plant.

There were piles of snow along the highway. Frozen waterfalls in white plumes adorned the cliffs to his right. The sun peeked through the clouds and the rays glinted off the waves of the Columbia River to his left. God’s presence shone approval on the day. Robert wished that somehow a whisper as to the whereabouts of the missing Stevens family would come to his ear.

The drive wasn’t a long one. It would have been nice if Jake could have come along. He’d been called out on one of his own cases.

Robert arrived at the address of the station owner. The Craftsman-style house, with a white picket fence surrounding the property, would have been Becca’s dream home. The flower beds were covered in bedding hay for the winter, and the walk to the porch was free of ice and snow. The smell of a woodburning stove was in the crisp air, as he pressed the doorbell button. He shook the lingering thought of his deceased wife from his thoughts

“You must be the police officer who called. I’m Mrs. Porter.” She was a short, plump woman, whose dress looked expensive. Not that Robert would know any designer. She looked professionally coiffured.

“I’m Detective Robert Collins. I called you yesterday about the gas receipts.” He held up his ID badge.

She unlocked the screen and motioned him in. As Robert entered the living room, he saw five young boys, age ten or so, all wearing visor caps of assorted styles and colors sitting around a card table in the front room. A light bulb attached to an extension cord hung from the ceiling light fixture. An altered lampshade attached to it focused the light over the table. The scene looked like something straight out of a James Cagney movie.

“Hey, boys, it’s the fuzz! Guess they heard we were gambling.” Mr. Porter shook his head in mock despair, but winked at Robert. “I guess the gig is up, guys.” He put his hands in the air. The boys followed suit, their eyes showed surprise and concern.

Robert looked over the card game and saw stacks of baseball cards, marbles, and other assorted things that boys collect. He shook his head and pulled out his cuffs. Just as he started to move forward, a voice with an Irish brogue spoke from behind him,

“Boys, I’ve got him covered. Head for the kitchen; there’s cookies and milk on the table. He won’t be bothering ya’ anymore.” Robert held up his hands in defeat, and the boys jumped from their chairs and ran out of the room, their laughter following them.

When Robert turned, Mrs. Porter was pointing a cookie-making press at him. He burst out laughing, and the couple joined him. These two were no typical grandpa and grandma. Mr. Porter stood, his hand outstretched, his tailored slacks topped a white, imported, silk shirt and Italian loafers. Even relaxed in their own home, with minor adjustments, they could have stepped out and gone to any classy restaurant in town.

“I love to listen to cops and robbers on the radio,” Mrs. Porter confided.

“I could tell; you have the accent down perfect,” Robert complimented her.

Mr. Porter moved to an overstuffed chair and motioned Robert to a seat across from him. Mrs. Porter left them but returned carrying a silver serving set loaded with sweets and coffee.

“I hope we haven’t added to your problems. We read about the other sightings of the missing family and waited to see if they were the real ones. When nothing seemed to be forthcoming in the newspaper, I called the station and gave them the information we had.” Mrs. Porter went on to say, “We feel so bad about not calling earlier.” She looked at her husband and he reached out and took her hand in his.

“I’m sure it won’t have hurt the investigation any,” Robert assured her. “Can you give me a description of the car and the family?” He poised his pen over his notebook.

“The car was a ’54 Ford station wagon, two-tone, red and white. They all got out to use the restrooms. The father stood taller than me as I pumped the gas. He had dark hair and was on the stocky side. His wife was a little shorter and on the heavy side.” He paused and stared at the ceiling a moment before continuing. “There were three girls. The older had short, dark hair like her mother’s, and the two younger ones wore their hair pulled back in rubber bands.”

“Ponytails,” Mrs. Porter put in.

“He charged the gas on his credit card.” Mr. Porter continued as if his wife had not spoken, “As I said, we mail the slips in on the following Monday, but you guys can get that information faster than I can.” He repeated the comment as if he’d not said it previously

“Right,” Robert returned dryly, “I don’t know why people think we have the magic touch.” He wrote down the oil company’s information and prepared to leave when he saw the kitchen door open and a couple of the boys peek out. Robert glanced at his watch, “Mr. Porter, I have some baseball cards I just bought the other day. I took out the ones I wanted. I had planned on giving them to a friend, but I’m wondering if I might join your game for a hand or so.”

“It would be my pleasure. I’ll have to ask the boys; they might not like playing with a copper. Boys! Come on out.” The five, milk-mustached boys marched out, looking warily at Robert. “What do you think, should we let him play?

A small, thin boy spoke. “Got any good cards?”

Robert told them the names of a few he had just bought.

“Sure, mister you can play,” lisped one of the boys, with curly, brown hair and a cherub face.

Mrs. Porter met him at the door when he returned from getting the cards, “You should have seen the looks on those boys faces when you asked to play. You see, some of their mothers have more kids than they can handle, and these boys were just finding ways to make mischief during the holidays. Mr. Porter made friends with one of the boys, and now they come over almost every day to play, trade baseball cards, and listen to the stories that Mr. Porter makes up,” she chuckled. “They even bet on how big a whopper he’s going to tell them.”

Solemnly, one boy gave Robert a visor as he pulled up a chair.

~~~

When Robert returned to the station a couple of hours later, Jake sat waiting in his office.

“What have you been doing? I didn’t think it took five hours to get a statement.” He grumbled as Robert emptied his pocket onto his desk. “What is this? Baseball cards, bubble gum, marbles, and a slingshot?”

“I’ve been promoting a little PR.” He told Jake about the card game at the Porters.

Jake’s shoulders shook with laughter when Robert was done with the story, “I see, a little gambling for the good of the station. That’s the kind of thing we have just spent the past few years trying to clean up in the precinct.” Jake shook his head. “What did you get?”

“Here it is,” he pointed at the desk.

“No. What information did you get from the Porters?”

“A lot. This looks like the real thing.” He handed Jake the information, “We need to get records from the oil company. This gives us a good start on a timeline.”

Robert called Maggie Borman to ask if she knew what gas station charge cards her brother carried.

“I’m not sure. He probably has them listed in his cash books at the house. Why don’t I meet you there and we’ll look?” she offered, and Robert arranged to meet her at the Stevens’ house.

Chapter 3

Robert parked in front of the Stevens’ home and waited for Maggie. The afternoon glow reflected off the windows. His stomach growled. He hadn’t eaten all day except the cookies and milk at the Porters.

When he’d left his house that morning, he hadn’t taken any meat from the freezer. That meant it was either Chinese takeout or he’d have to stop at the store and buy something to make. Maybe chicken. Now that he was thinking along those lines, he did have some potatoes and garlic, add a little butter and some herbs, and he’d have a great dinner. He really wanted to get this over with and head to the store.

He looked around at the houses on the street. Christmas decorations adorned every home. Some more elaborate than others, but there was a theme. He remembered this street entertained visitors. Some walked the block admiring the houses, and others drove by.

A car pulled up. Maggie got out, waiting for Tom to come around and meet her on the sidewalk. Together they met Robert on the porch.

Maggie unlocked the door and turned on the lights.

“Karl kept excellent records. He always knew where his money was and how much he had. He kept Debra on a very tight budget. She never had much money for little extras to spend on her and the girls.” Maggie paused a moment as if to explain her comment. “We never had much when Karl and I were kids. My dad died when we were young, and my stepfather didn’t like kids much. I don’t know why Mom married him except she might have thought we needed a father, or she needed someone to take care of her. Karl had an obsession with saving money. He and Debra were very frugal even for Christmas. I don’t know how much he had, but I’m sure they weren’t poor.”

The police had not yet released the house to the family; the Santa suit lay arranged on the chair with the bag of candy canes next to it. The mail sat in stacks on the dining room table.

Maggie moved to a buffet cabinet in the dining room and opened the doors. “Karl kept his books in here.” She knelt to reach into the opening and removed a handful of cash books. Robert took them and stacked them on the table.

He’d seen the books in the cabinet. “Did he always throw the books in there without stacking them?”

Maggie sat back and shook her head. “That’s odd. Karl would never throw a book in here like this. They probably would be stacked in year order.” She reached in for another stack and looked at the dates. “They aren’t in any order.” She stood, moved away from the buffet, and looked around the room. “Something’s not right.”

Robert sorted through the books. He kept them in the same order that Maggie handed them to him. Made notes of the arrangement in his notebook, then looked through them again for one with the current year. He found one dated 1957, but no book for the current year. He took a quick glance at the balance at the end of 1957, it was not worth kidnapping a family nor would someone like Karl leave that significant amount of money without making arrangements for it if they were moving.

On the shelf below the books, Robert pulled out a brown accordion folder with the months printed on the tabs. The pockets labeled November and December were empty. He wrote in his notebook.

“What time did you come over here on Monday?” Robert asked suddenly.

“About 12:30. When Debra didn’t call or answer the phone, I thought they might be sick,” Maggie answered. Tom remained in silence in the living room.

Robert remembered the neighbors had witnessed someone running from the house at about 7:30 that morning. Whoever it was, got into a cab and took off.

“I am taking these cash books and the folder. I want to see why someone would take all the bills from November and leave the rest.”

“Just out of curiosity, did Karl have any plans for the future that you knew about?” The amount of money in the saving account bothered him.

“Karl always wanted to buy a home out of town on a farm and retire—raise some livestock and grow their vegetables. He’s a farm boy at heart.”

Tom interjected, “I don’t think Debra or the girls were any too excited about moving out to the country.”

Maggie agreed. “Debra, let him talk, but she never agreed or disagreed with him. She told me once that if Karl retired and thought he would sell everything to move on a farm, she’d divorce him. She said it once and never spoke of it again.”

“Had he been planning to retire soon?” Robert quizzed,

“No. He had a plan in place to retire when he turned sixty. He had a few years to go and with his pension from the electric company, he could live comfortably on a farm for years.” Maggie stuffed her fists into her sweater pockets, which stretched the material beyond its reasonable limits.

Tom brought a brown bag in and helped Robert transfer the cash books and the folder. He waited while Maggie locked the door behind them. Across the street, Robert noted the curtains swayed, and the shadow of a figure moved out of sight. The neighbors need to be talked to again. Someone wasn’t telling the whole story.

~~~

Later that night, after eating a garlic chicken and potato dinner, he went through the accordion folder and found nothing out of the ordinary. The usual—doctors, dentist, utility, gas bills, and cash receipts They were in date order within each pocket. He flipped back through the bills in the October section.

Darla had gone to the dentist, and Kelly had visited the doctor in October. He glanced down to see that she had seen the GP for a physical. He put it back on the pile and looked at the phone bill. The phone calls they’d made were listed. He raised his eyebrows when he recognized Maggie’s number; it was called at least two to three times a week. She’d told the truth when she said they often talked during the week.

Something bothered him. He called Jake, who answered sleepily, “Hello?”

“Jake, sorry to wake you, but I’ve been going through the Stevens’ receipts and cash books that I picked up from the Stevens’ house today. The 1958 cash book is missing and all the receipts from November. Did I read a report somewhere about someone running from the home that night?”

There was silence on the phone when he heard Jake sigh. Robert could hear Lorene muttering something and Jake saying to her, “It’s Robert.” He heard movement, and Jake probably pulled the phone to the hall.

“Robert, you need to get married or get a girlfriend. Yes, I remember the conversation. There was a woman who said she drove by Karl as he was leaving for work each day. On Monday morning, she said at six a.m. when she drove by the truck, it was still there, and the house was dark. A cab was parked in front of the Stevens’ house. It had to move to let her by. I read another report about a man coming home from work about five minutes later, and the cab blocked his driveway. It moved ahead to let him pull into the driveway and garage.”

“Okay, it’s all coming back. The neighbor went to the window after going into his house. He reported seeing a tall figure, presumably a man by the way he was running, leave the house, dive into the cab, and it sped off.”

“Yes. Now, what do you have?” Jake yawned.

“Missing receipts and a cash book. Who would want them? The man said he got the taxi company name but couldn’t see a cab number. Our guys followed up. They told us no cab from the Black & White company had been dispatched to that address.”

“So, there are two accounts of a Black & White cab at the Stevens’ address early Monday morning, but no one dispatched it.” Robert wrote the note on the pad.

“That’s what I’m saying. Can I go back to bed? Couldn’t we have talked about this in the morning? Oh, it is morning. Well, later in the morning?” Jake yawned.

“Sorry, I couldn’t sleep, and I was going over my notes.”

“Robert, you need to get a real life. Go running when you can’t sleep. Buy yourself a tape recorder and record all your thoughts. Anything but calling me and waking Lorene.”

Robert ignored the familiar whine. “Who would go to the trouble to make sure that there was no record of a cab making the trip? There aren’t many people around here with that kind of clout except for the… mob.” They both spoke the last word together.

Jake went on to say, “Why would they have anything to do with this family? Robert, I’m going to bed. Tomorrow I’ll look into seeing what connections Karl might have had at his work with any of the mob or if he might have worked on any of their houses.”

“Sorry for waking you. I’d make it up to Lorene, but I’ll let you do that. See you.” He hung up and leaned back in his chair. On the legal pad, he wrote a timetable with the events and then added: “Mob? Karl’s job or other?”

The wind picked up, the howling and rustle of the trees kept Robert awake. In the darkness, he lay in the recliner, wrapped in a blanket. He’d sold the house that he and Becca purchased just after they married. What her parents didn’t want of hers, he sold. This house was about 900 square feet with two small bedrooms, a living room, bath, and kitchen. A small laundry area in the pass-through to the back door completed the layout. When he moved in, he’d removed and filled in the small fish pond in the postage stamp yard and built a double garage.

No pictures hung on the walls. Curtains hung on the front window, mostly to keep out prying eyes. Robert installed a privacy fence around the whole yard and garage, it was at least a deterrent. On nights like this, memories were harder to keep at bay.

Three years ago, he’d come home late from work. Becca stood in the entryway holding Henry, who screamed at the top of his lungs. Her eyes puffy from tears and frustration overflowed.

Robert had dropped his lunch box and case, taken Henry from her, and sent her to bed. He called his mother, who lived four hours away, for advice. It had taken another hour for the boy to settle down. Robert had fallen asleep in the recliner with Henry lying on his chest. Worn out, he and the baby slept the rest of the night on the couch.

In the morning, Becca had given him the silent treatment. He’d tried to talk to her, telling her Henry was teething, and he might have had an upset stomach, but it wasn’t her fault. She turned her head and wouldn’t look at him. It had taken three or four days of silence before she’d speak to him again. Eventually, they’d come to terms with the teething aspect, and he slept in his bed again.

Four weeks later, he’d watched her holding the baby to walk across the sidewalk to a restaurant while he parked the car. It was the last time he’d ever seen her alive. He hated the mob with a passion.

The sleet pelted the window, and the wind howled. Robert didn’t sleep until the storm died down early the next morning.

~~~

Maggie sat in the chair opposite Tom. She fidgeted with the address book, folding it inside a magazine. Tom watched her for a few moments then spoke.

“Maggie, it isn’t going to do any good to put it off. You took Debra’s address book. The cops aren’t going to be coming for it. They don’t even know it exists. If she hadn’t had it out one day, you wouldn’t even know about it. It must have been fate.” He leaned forward in the chair to reassure her. “You need to make the call.”

“What am I going to say?” her voice broke with emotion. “I can’t just come out and say, “What did you do?”

Tom tilted his head in sympathy. “Maybe that’s exactly what you need to say. There isn’t any other way to put it.”

A long silence passed. Maggie picked up the receiver and dialed the number written in the book beside Calvin Stevens’ name.

“Hello?” A woman answered the phone.

“Is Calvin there?” Maggie asked with a trembling voice.

“Who’s calling?” The woman’s voice bordered on suspicious and demanding.

“This is his Aunt Maggie.”

A brief silence followed, then the woman spoke, “He’s out shoveling snow. I’ll go get him.”

“Wait!” Maggie ordered. “I’ll call back in fifteen minutes. That’ll give him time to come in and get warm. I don’t want to pay the charges to sit and wait.”

“Oh, yes, that’s a good idea. I’ll make sure he’s in when you call back.” She rang off, and Maggie repeated to Tom what she’d heard about Calvin’s whereabouts.

“Well, at least he’s doing something productive,” Tom retorted.

“He’s in the service. He has to be productive. They wouldn’t keep him in if he weren’t.”

“He just got out of boot camp, and he’s already living with some woman.” His tone turned derisive.

“Tom! He could be living in a boarding house and maybe pays his keep by doing chores.” Maggie leaned forward, her expression fixed with anger.

Tom held up his hand. “Okay, maybe he’s turned over a new leaf. The Navy will do that to a guy. Let’s hope you’re right. It’s what he knows that’s important. If the police haven’t called him already, then you’re the first one to tell him his family is missing. It’s been over a week now.”

“I’m afraid.” She wrapped her arms around her body for protection.

“I know. It’s almost better that we don’t know anything or even talk about it.”

“Tom, if he knows where they are or even has some knowledge of who might have then, he needs to tell the police.”

“Do you really think that?” Tom’s voice dropped to a lower volume.

“You were the one who talked about Calvin’s connections. The guys from college he hung out with.” Her voice rose with intensity. “You said it might be possible that one of those connections might have had a reason to take Karl and Debra and the girls.” Her voice broke.

Tom went to her and knelt before her, gripping her arms gently in his hands, “I’m sorry for upsetting you. I didn’t mean to say all those things out loud. I was thinking them.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder, trying to stem the tears threatening to fall. “I know. It’s that once the words are spoken, the thought process began, and it spiraled out of control. Now I wonder what he knows or even suspects.”

“It doesn’t hurt to ask.” He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped her tears. Then he kissed her nose and moved to sit on the ottoman at her feet. “I guess it’s time to make the call.”

Maggie dialed the number and held Tom’s hand while she waited for an answer to the ringing. After three rings, a male voice answered, “Calvin here.”

“Calvin, it’s your Aunt Maggie,”

“Hello, Aunt Maggie. How are you?” His tone sounded stiff and formal in her ear.

“Calvin, I have something to tell you.” She paused longer than she thought.

“What is it? Something happen to—uh—the family?” he prompted.

“Why would you think that?”

“Why else would you call me and not my mother?”

“Okay. Yes, your parents and the girls are missing. I didn’t hear from Debra on Monday. She always calls me on Monday after the girls have left for school. They didn’t go to church Sunday, so I was sure I’d hear from her. She never called. I drove over to the house and went in, but no one was there.” She took a deep breath, fighting nausea that threatened.

“It’s Wednesday. It took you this long to call?” he accused.

“I don’t have your number. You didn’t give it to me.”

“How did you get it?”

“Debra had it in a little book. She showed me where she kept it. When the police weren’t looking, I took it.” Her voice was defensive. “I didn’t want the police to think we weren’t a close family. I should have had your number.”

“What’s happening? Have they found any clues to where they went?”

“Not that I know of. It’s been three days and not a phone call. Your mother calls me almost every day.”

“I know. The phone burns up, Father always said.” Calvin’s voice softened just a bit. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine as I can be.” She paused, gathering her thoughts. “Calvin, where are they?” she asked.

A long pause followed, “I have no idea where they could be. Maybe they went for a drive?”

“For three days with no suitcase?” she shot back at him.

“What do you want?” his voice sighed the line.

“I want to know what happened and where they are.” Her voice returned to the firm tone.

“You think for some reason I know where they are or what happened to them? I’m over two thousand miles away. I haven’t left here all winter. It’s cold, and the snow is over the tops of the cars. No one is going anywhere from here!” His voice rose as he spoke.

“Don’t take that tone with me, young man. We know…” She left the rest of the sentence dangling in the air.

“You know what? You know nothing!” Now his voice rose to a harsh yell. “Go back to your little world and don’t speculate on something you know nothing about.”

“Really? Why? What if I told the police what I know?”

“What do you know?” He paused, waiting for an answer he didn’t get. “What did my mother tell you?”

“Everything.”

A longer silence passed, and Maggie thought the line went dead, but she heard harsh breathing. “You only know what Mom told you.” His voice was quiet. “Keep it that way, or you might end up right next to them.” He hung up.

Maggie froze as the words sank into her brain. “He just threatened me. He knows they’re either dead or being held somewhere.” She replaced the receiver and put her hands out to Tom. “They aren’t coming back.” Tears flowed over and spilled down her cheeks.

There were no words.

Chapter 4

Robert knocked on Jake’s door the following Sunday afternoon. The day changed from bleak and misty to brief flashes of sunshine. Under his arm, he held a brightly wrapped box destined for his godchild’s first birthday party.

Earlier that morning, he’d entered Meier & Frank department store to purchase a present for Elizabeth. The act of choosing a gift for a child caused him pain and something he’d been able to avoid until now. A saleswoman approached, “May I help you, sir?”

“I have to get a gift for a one-year-old girl. Her birthday party is today.” He looked around at the vast selection and shrugged helplessly.

“Did you have anything in mind?” she asked.

He shook his head again.

She and a couple of other young saleswomen fluttered around, bringing him suggestions. Each seemed more attentive to him than actually picking the gift. He glanced at his watch, time marched on, and he confronted the three. “Can you pick a few items out and wrap them for me?” They nodded and placed a selection on the counter for his approval. He approved, having no idea if they were good choices or not. One rang up the sale, while the others wrapped the gifts in a box with bright paper and a large bow.

“Do you already have a birthday card?” the youngest woman asked, her lips seemed to mimic a fish.

He repressed a smile, “No, but thank you. I’ll take that too.” He signed and addressed the enveloped, then escaped the store before they could strip him of his clothes as their eyes seemed to be doing the entire time he stood there.

He parked his car behind a familiar one he knew belonged to Lorene’s parents. Maybe it was going to be just a family affair. He could handle that. He glanced up and down the street to see cars parked nose to tail along the curb. He heaved a sigh as he got out of the car. He hoped the men could hang out on the back porch. Jake had a firepit out there.

Jake opened the door before Robert’s fist met the wood. His hand grabbed Robert’s fist in a tight grip, “You almost hit me,” Jake accused.

“Wait until I knock,” Robert gave Jake a mock right hook to the chin, as he walked by.

Lorene breezed in after he handed his fedora and coat to Jake. “Robert!” she called and hugged him; reaching up to pull his face down so she could kiss his cheek. “I’m so glad you came,” she whispered.

He hugged her back and answered, “Did I have a choice?” in the same tone.

She looked directly into his eyes. “No. You can’t run every time you get invited to a family gathering or a birthday party. You’ll be coming to this little girl’s birthday party every year; you’re her godfather.” She backed away, and her long blonde ponytail swished over her shoulder as she turned to yell, “Mom, Dad, Robert’s here.”

He looked at Jake with an expression that screamed “HELP!” Jake just grinned and shrugged. “She rules around here. I’ve learned to pick my battles, so I win a few.”

Lorene’s parents and Jake’s parents met Robert in the living room. The women hugged and kissed him, telling him how handsome he was. The men pumped his hand, slapped him on the back, and handed him a cup of coffee, which he found had a little something extra added to ward off the chill.

Lorene’s parents were in town from Washington, DC, for the holidays and this momentous event. They chatted and didn’t retire to the back porch. Soon other couples arrived, some brought their children.

Robert peeked into the kitchen where women moved to a choreographed dance, preparing food, and arranging dishes on a long table. He knew some of them must be Lorene’s friends, but one stood out, and Robert’s reaction to her surprised even himself. Barbara Taylor stood near the counter, overseeing the preparation, and directing the placement of food on the table. He stood for a moment, feeling pleased for some reason he couldn’t explain at her confidence in handling all these women. She pointed and suggested an interchange of the dishes on the table.

Barbara looked up at him, catching his gaze. She smiled a full red-lipped smile that reached her eyes. She winked at him, then turned to speak to one of the women. That wink had lit a spark somewhere in his cold body. He shook it off and ignored the sensation while admitting it was a nice feeling.

He liked Barbara. She worked in the typing pool. He made it a point of giving her anything to be typed. She returned the work in pristine condition, and his lousy words would be transformed into a credible report. Barbara seemed to be the only woman he’d even remotely thought about more than just in passing. It might have been because his eyes sought her out as he went by the typing pool door for coffee.

“Did you need something?” Barbara stopped in front of him. He realized he’d been standing in the same place with all his thoughts. The women had stopped and now looked at him with speculation. His face colored, and he stammered a denial and beat a hasty retreat to the living room.

The men swapping stories didn’t blink when he found a chair and crossed his legs to relax. He let his arm fall off the side of the chair. Small hands gripped his arm; surprised, he looked down to see Elizabeth. She stood on wobbly legs next to him and smiled a toothy grin. She lost her grip, fell backward, landing on her diapered bottom. The surprised look on her face caused him to chuckle. Her face puckered, and big tears ran from the corners of her eyes. Before the silent cry turned to a howl, he instinctively reached down, picked her up, and sat her on his knee. She stopped crying and reached her dimpled arms out to him. He froze for a moment and resisted the band of pain that encircled his heart.

Elizabeth didn’t care about his pain; she cooed and reached out for a hug. He slowly brought her to his chest and breathed the familiar smell of lotion and powder. He closed his eyes as memories of a dark-haired boy who hugged and patted his face filled his mind. After a moment, Elizabeth wiggled against him and tucked her head under his chin, her warm body cuddled against his. A great rending tore his heart and something warm spread throughout his body.

The palm of one hand held her bottom, and the other patted her back. He didn’t fight the feeling. He let it flow, tucking his cheek next to the side of her head. It had been so long. The crusty shell around his heart cracked a little. He did nothing to shore it back in place. He couldn’t repair the hard shell he’d built around his heart over the past few years.

After a few moments, Elizabeth wiggled, ready to get down. He sat her on the floor at his feet. She gurgled something at him and crawled away.

When he looked around the room, something changed; it was lighter. The sun still hid behind puffs of clouds, but he felt lighter as if a heavy burden had lifted off his shoulders. That feeling of a child’s unconditional trust wasn’t something he’d allowed in his life since he lost his wife and child. It replaced the anger that had turned him into a workaholic. How could the touch of one beautiful, little girl change all that? It was probably just a momentary lapse. Tomorrow he would be his old self.

Robert tried to blend into the background. His height allowed him to view the activities over the heads of the other guests. Once or twice, his gaze connected with Barbara. She smiled and handed him a plate as he passed by the table.

“It all looks good.” He complimented her.

“A community participation,” she answered. The women nearby gave her a push to eat with him. She declined and let him continue to make choices down the table. He hadn’t missed her flush as she pulled back from the push. So, she wasn’t immune to him either. He kept the thought to himself. She disappeared into the kitchen. He didn’t see her the rest of the afternoon.

When the party ended, and guests moved toward the front door, Robert felt a tug on his pant leg. Elizabeth pulled on him, trying to stand. She whined, tired and a bit cranky. Jake and Lorene stood at the door as their guests took their leave.

He reached down and picked Elizabeth up. Her head went to his shoulder. She nuzzled into his neck. He waited for the familiar pain; it didn’t come. Was he finally healing? Was this all it took, holding a child? Or was it just time to let go?

Jake immediately reached out, but Lorene held his arm back. Robert nodded at the two and rubbed Elizabeth’s back. Her thumb in her mouth he felt no movement. He let her slide a bit in his arms until he could see her face. Her eyelids fluttered as she tried to fight the sleep overtaking her. He continued to hold and rock her in the familiar rhythm until she fell asleep.

Lorene touched his arm. “Come, put her to bed. I don’t want to take her, in case she wakes.”

Robert followed Lorene to the bedroom she and Jake had decorated for their daughter. He’d declined when Jake asked for his help setting it up. Just remembering all the hours he and Becca had spent painting, hanging decorations, and setting up the crib felt too painful to revisit. Now standing in the baby’s room, he quickly laid the sleeping girl in her bed and covered her with the blanket.

~~~

“Are you okay, pal?” Jake whispered.

“Funny thing, I feel different. The pain I felt just looking at a baby or a child around Henry’s age isn’t there. A twinge, but not the deep, jarring pain I used to feel.”

“You’re healing. The process might have been sooner if you hadn’t cut yourself off from all your friends.” Lorene raised an eyebrow at him. “Could be time to move on with your life and see what else is out there you might be missing.” She raised both eyebrows as if there were some other insinuations. Robert returned her look with an uncomprehending frown.

The two men walked to the front door. “Robert, in the past years since Becca and Henry, and a few of our coworkers, were murdered by those thugs, you’ve been driven. In most cases, it kept your job and you alive. In other cases, you have isolated yourself from everyone who cares about you. I hope whatever happened here is a start to a new life.” He squeezed his friend’s biceps.

Robert drove home in automatic mode. Inside his small house, he hung his coat and put the bag of leftovers that Lorene sent with him in the refrigerator. Out of habit, he put his gun in the end table drawer.

With measured steps, he walked to the closet and opened the door. Pulling out a box buried at the back, he took it to the living room and sat it on the floor next to his chair. His insides clenched in anticipation, but he forced himself to relax and lift the lid. His wedding album, the baby book, and framed pictures lay before him. He sighed. The pain that always accompanied the thoughts of his family wasn’t quite as sharp as usual. Maybe it was time to move on.

He spent an hour turning pages and reliving the few short years he had with his wife and son. For a moment, he leaned back, resting his head on the chair back. He was tired of driving himself, using work as a substitute so he’d fall asleep at night. He needed his edge, but he didn’t like the solitude. It just didn’t cut it anymore. He needed his friends, the guys at the station who’d put up with him all these years.

He firmly replaced the items and slid the box back into the closet. He’d start a new week, and it was going to be a good one.

~~~

On Monday, Robert and Jake sat in Robert’s office with a stack of leads that had come in over the weekend. “What do you have on any connections with Karl’s work?” Robert asked while reading a card and setting it aside in a growing stack.

“Nothing. I got Karl’s work records for the last year or so. He didn’t work on a building or residence of the leading members of the mob, that we know about or suspect. That isn’t saying that he might have done some work on the side.” Jake shrugged.

“At this point, I might even take my father and father-in-law’s suggestion and see if there’s anything to the fact they might have been relocated because they were witnesses in a crime somewhere else.” Robert leaned forward as he read another card. “You think yours and Lorene’s dads might be on to something?”

“You have got to be joking. You’d consider anything my dad and my father-in-law suggest?” Jake made a rude snort at the prospect. He set one card aside, then picked it up and reread it.

“Why dismiss them? If we don’t have any other leads, we might as well check it out.”

“Only as a very last resort. If we find any truth to the suggestion, I’ll never hear the end of it.” Jake shook his head and went back to looking for good leads.

It was a long, tedious morning. Robert was ready to take a break when he picked up a card propped against his pencil holder.

It had his name at the top, and Helen Layton printed on the informant line. Under that, her home and work address, the phone numbers of both her work and home were listed. In the information section, the officer had typed these words.

“Served dinner to a family she says fits the description of the Stevens family,

Saturday evening at 5:30 p.m. at the Palisades Diner.”

“Jake, how about a drive out to the Gorge today?” He stared at the card. He had a feeling in his gut.

“What do you have?” Jake never questioned Robert when he had that look.

Robert pulled his notebook closer and flipped a few pages back. “We suspect that Karl bought gas near The Dalles. If so, and he was driving from Portland, why not stop for dinner along the way?” He held the card for Jake to read.

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll get my hat and coat and meet you out front.” He exited the office.

Robert called the diner and set up a meeting with Helen for that afternoon. The two men headed out to the squad car.

They drove the old Columbia River Highway because Robert liked the scenery, and it was the same route the family might have taken.

“This is God’s country.” Jake sighed; he watched the reflection of the sun off the whitecaps on the Columbia River.

Robert chuckled, “I suppose everyone thinks that about the place they live.”

Robert pulled into the gravel parking lot of the Palisades Diner. “It isn’t much to look at, but sometimes these places have the best food. See any truckers parked around?”

“Looks like a couple of trucks parked toward the back. I’ll do a walk around to make sure it’s as quiet as it seems. Meet you inside.” Jake stepped out of the car, stretched, and casually walked around the side of the diner, while Robert pulled the car closer to the front door and parked. He made his way inside through the main entrance.

Two truckers, hunched over their chicken fried steaks and coffee, were the only other occupants in the dining area. He stood next to the counter and tapped the bell. The doors flung open, and a skinny, middle-aged woman rushed to meet him.

“Sit anywhere you want. There’s no line today.” There wasn’t any sarcasm or humor in the statement. She reached for a stained menu and followed him to a table near the back of the room. He took the seat facing the front and back.

“Coffee?” she asked.

He nodded, and she poured from the pot she held in her hand.

“Is Helen in?” he asked.

After a brief pause and a final sniff, she turned to the counter. “Helen, you got company!” she hollered as she poured coffee before stomping around to the back.

The place was clean, but cigarette smoke from the patrons had long turned the ceiling tiles a dark yellow, mixed with water stains. The brown paneling on the walls didn’t help the atmosphere on dark and rainy days. Red vinyl covered the booth seats, except where tape patched the tears.

Robert sipped on the coffee and grimaced; the pot was well seasoned. He bet the truckers didn’t care. The cream he poured into the cup barely changed the muddy color. It rivaled the offering at the station.

A tall, well-proportioned, young woman approached and smiled as she set her coffee mug down across from his.

“I’m Detective Collins,” he started to stand and reach for his ID, but she waved it away.

“Sit down, I know who you are. I saw your picture in the papers. That’s why I wanted to talk to you.” She gave him a smile that lit up her pretty face.

Robert returned a dazzling, dimpled smile of his own. “You say you saw a family that matched the description of the Stevens family. What stood out about this family that made you think they were the ones missing?”

“The picture I saw of them in the paper.” She laid the printed sheet in front of him pointing to the Stevens family photo, including Calvin.

“Tell me what you remember about that evening, from the moment you first saw this family until they left.”

Helen ran her high-glossed nails through her brown, page-boy cut hair. The gesture emphasized the beautiful lines of her face.

Robert wasn’t blind; he appreciated beauty in every form, but he pushed the thought aside and listened intently to what she was saying. Out of his peripheral vision, he saw Jake come in and sit at the counter facing him, but behind Helen. Jake had a full view of the diner and the front door.

“It was about half-past five or so, and I was turning the floodlights on in the parking lot. I saw a car pull in.”

“Can you describe the car?”

She thought for a moment, “It was red and white or a cream color station wagon.”

He looked her straight in the eye. “Is that what you remember or what you read in the paper?” He watched her reaction. She didn’t look away but answered him directly.

“I saw the car. It matched the description in the paper.”

“Go on,” prompted Robert.

“They came in and sat at the table over there,” she pointed to it. “A man, a woman, and three girls, the same ones who are in the picture.”

“Forget what you saw in the newspaper and just tell me what they were wearing.”

She closed her eyes for a moment. “The father was tall, but not six foot. He was stocky with brownish-gray hair. The mother came up to about his ear when she stood next to him. He pulled the chair for her, but that’s it. He didn’t push it under her. I’d say she weighed close to two hundred ten.

She wore her brown hair short and curly. Now the girls all had varying shades of brown to blonde hair, two wore ponytails, and the oldest wore her hair shorter, something like her mother.” Helen paused and took a sip of coffee. “The girls wore jackets and pedal pushers. They all wore regular oxford shoes, dirty, like they’d been walking in the woods.”

“All of them?” he repeated.

“Yes.” Helen turned and hollered, “Joan! Coffee.” The woman who had seated him came out with more coffee. Robert almost covered his cup with his hand, but the woman was already pouring the hot liquid. She turned to the counter to pour refills for the truckers and a new cup for Jake.

“They all ordered hamburgers and fries. The girls ordered shakes. The mother advised the oldest girl she should order something less fattening. The girl argued that she wanted to eat what everyone else was eating. When her mother insisted that she eat something else, the girl’s eyes filled with tears and she said she didn’t want anything to eat,” Helen continued.

“So, she didn’t eat anything?”

“I told the mother I could make her a tuna sandwich, but she said no, it might make the girl sick.” Helen poured two heaping spoonfuls of sugar into her coffee.

“How much would you say the girl weighed?” Robert interrupted.

“She was on the chubby side but not overly fat,” Helen remarked dryly. “The girl reacted with extreme embarrassment. The father glared at the mother.”

“Why?” Robert stopped writing, and his pen remained poised above the notebook.

Helen fidgeted with her cup, then said, “I don’t know if it means anything at all. But I know how parents act in a certain situation, and I might be way off base, but I think the girl was pregnant.”

Robert was surprised. It was the last thing he expected. “Why do you think that?

Another long pause, and Robert thought she wasn’t going to answer him, but she continued. “When a woman is first pregnant, the smell of tuna can make her sick. I know because it made me sick and that was how my parents acted when they found out I was pregnant at seventeen. This girl looked younger.”

“She is only fourteen.” Robert wrote it all down in his notebook. If this were true, it would be was a bomb explosion in the investigation.

“If she was pregnant, my guess is the parents didn’t know she was seeing a boy. Check movie houses close by or a park. Guys will usually play the game until they get what they want and then get the girl home as fast as they can.” Her hard words spoke volumes, and Robert didn’t respond to the comment.

Helen recovered. “Sorry, it still hurts. Also look for gifts, little trinkets that he gave her to gain her confidence that he had feelings for her. Did she keep a diary?”

“We didn’t find one.”

Helen frowned. “Girls like her usually keep a diary; it might be hidden in her room. Check a loose floorboard or in the closet.”

Robert made another note. He wondered why he hadn’t thought of this, but then he was a guy.

“Anything else you remember about the family?”

“The two younger girls bought postcards, then they paid and left.”

“Did you talk to them or overhear anything that they said?”

“One of the girls said they had been on a drive looking for ferns and Christmas greens.”

“Did you see them leave the parking lot?”

“No. I took their money at the cash register, and then I cleared their table.” She was apologetic.

Robert continued to make notes in his book and ask questions at the same time.

“You are talented, aren’t you?” Helen spoke in a whisper after Robert asked the last question.

“Why?”

“You talk and write at the same time. I know servers who can’t do that. Some can’t even listen and write at the same time.”

Robert laughed. “I’ve run into a few of those. Who else was in here at that same time? Do you remember anything about the other customers?”

Helen drummed her nails on the tabletop. “There was a trucker at the counter and two men in a booth.”

“Why do you remember those three men?” He put his hand over her tapping fingers, stilling the action, then removed it.

She smiled. “The trucker comes in here all the time, as he has a regular route this way. The other two aren’t regulars, but one of them has been in a few times. He just got out of jail in California. They got smart with me and said that I should go across the river to work at The Palace, as I could make more money.”

Robert was aware of the place in question. The Palace, a known house of ill repute, was run by a prominent member of the syndicate.

“You said one of those men came in before. If you knew he was just out of jail, do you know his name?”

“Lutz. John Lutz. His family has a place somewhere east of here. They come in now and then for dinner or lunch. The owner here, knows him and his family.”

“Do you know what car they were driving?”

“I don’t know cars.”

“Tell me what it looked like,” Robert prompted.

“It was old, white, had four doors, and lots of dents. That is all I can tell you. Like I said I don’t know cars.”

“Helen, thank you for all your help. You’ll be available—”

“Just call, anytime,” she interrupted softly. “Anytime.”

“Thanks again.”

After both men paid for their coffee, Jake met Robert at the car. “You made quite an impression on the little waitress. Did you ask her for a date?”

“No. This is an investigation; I don’t mix business with pleasure. Besides, I think Helen has a child.”

“And why does that make a difference?” Jake stood next to the open door, facing Robert across the car hood.

“I am not ready for a family again. I don’t want to date someone who might want more than just a casual friendship.”

Jake didn’t respond but got in the car and shut the door.

Robert turned the key and started the engine, but he just sat staring at the lengthening shadows for a moment and asked, “Which way did they go from here?”

Chapter 5

The media reported on the missing Stevens family story like piranhas on raw meat. Every day, an article about the Stevens family and where the police centered their investigation appeared on the front page. A map of the Columbia River from Portland to The Dalles showed the locations where the family purchased gas and ate dinner. Places, where the family might have disappeared into the river, had been indicated. Every reporter had a theory. Not only did the leads come to the police station, but the papers printed the ones they received.

The love-hate relationship between the police and the media continued, as leads were to be turned over to the police as soon as they were received. Not all of them were sent directly; some reporters followed up on their own. The police had to work harder to get accurate information and then follow up. One never knew if the breaking lead would come to the department or not.

The public didn’t always trust the police department. Organized crime had infiltrated the department so deep that almost every cop on the force took payoffs. When a reporter splashed the story in a small, local paper with pictures, it had caused a public uproar. The governor had been forced to order a thorough investigation. A clean sweep of the entire Portland Police Bureau resulted in officers being fired, demoted, or forced to retire.

Although Arnie Gilmore was his boss, the two had become more than links in the chain of command. Arnie had stood up for Robert when the department passed through the cleanup a few years ago.

Robert sat across from his superior and waited for him to divulge whatever seemed to bother him. Arnie rustled some papers, then arranged the stapler, pen holder, and notepad before speaking.

“How is the case of the missing Stevens family going?”

“Fine. We’re following up on leads and tracking down anyone who might have had contact with them.” Robert crossed his legs and let his arm rest on the chair’s armrest.

Arnie’s brows furrowed, “What have you heard from the son?”

Robert shrugged. “Ask Stan.”

“I thought you were making that call?” Arnie looked surprised.

Robert made a dismissive gesture, “Not that I know of. Do you want me to follow up on that too?”

Arnie gave a brief shake of his head. “Let me ask Stan. Do you know anything about the son?”

“Only what his aunt told us that first day. His name is Calvin, and he’s twenty-eight years old. He’s stationed back east. I assumed Stan checked to make sure of his alibi.”

Arnie leaned forward. “I heard you think there might be foul play involved in the disappearance of the Stevens family.”

“Yes, I’m leaning toward that idea.”

“What information do you have that makes you think they just didn’t go on a trip and forget to call their relatives?”

The very idea caused Robert to assume his friend was having a little joke. After a moment, Robert realized Arnie’s expression looked anything but joking.

“Even you can’t believe that.” Robert returned dryly.

“Why ‘even me’?” Arnie’s brows furrowed to a straight line above his brown eyes.

“I know you’ve read the reports. Karl and Debra’s past record proves that they never went anywhere that they didn’t tell someone. It would be incomprehensible they would have picked this time just to forget. Besides, one doesn’t just leave for weeks, and not remember to rectify the mistake.”

Arnie didn’t agree or disagree; instead, he leaned back and rested his hands on the arms of his chair.

“What do you think of the idea that both Mr. and Mrs. Stevens had heart conditions and maybe Mr. Stevens had a blackout and went over the edge near Cascade Locks?”

“I suppose there’s going to be an all-out search of the area and the dam.” Robert forced himself not to show a reaction and roll his eyes at Arnie’s comment.

“Yes. Do you want to head it up?”

“No. I’d like to go where my investigation is leading, farther up the river. If there’s any confirmation to your story, let me know.” Robert started to stand.

“I didn’t think so. I’ll have Stan at the Locks. Robert, go easy, this is going to be a peculiar case.” Arnie motioned for Robert to sit.

“Why? Do you know something I don’t?” Robert rested his forearms on his knees as he leaned forward.

“Just a feeling. Like the one you have. Sometimes intuition is more reliable than evidence.” Arnie paused a moment, “Be careful, my friend.” It was more of a warning than an admonishment.

“Why the warning? This doesn’t sound good, and if there’s something you aren’t telling me—”

“Robert, I am your superior officer, I can tell you or not tell you anything I damn well please. The fact that I gave you a choice to work at the Locks is a privilege. The fact that I’m allowing you, for a time, to continue on your present course of the investigation is also a privilege. Don’t push me too far.”

Robert kept his gaze on Arnie, but the man wasn’t looking him in the eye. His eyes darted from the phone to the papers and then just above Robert’s head. The chief was hiding something. A distinct feeling hovered in the air. Robert didn’t cotton to the idea that Arnie might find out something he didn’t like. He stood, and Arnie didn’t move.

“If you have something you want to tell me, you know where I am,” Robert added as he closed the chief’s door behind him.

In his office, Robert closed the door to the noisy chatter of the squad room. The conversation weighed heavily on his mind. That niggling thought the mob was involved with this case became more prominent. If it were true, where did they come in and why? There didn’t seem to be an obvious connection, just an irritating notion. This was the second suggestion he’d had referencing a possible relationship to organized crime.

“I thought we were through with them,” he muttered. It seemed just too far-fetched to connect the mob to an ordinary family going on an everyday outing.

He spent the rest of the afternoon pinning cards to the corkboard. When he finished, he had a timeline similar to the one in the paper. His had a few more information cards. He stepped back and crossed his arms as he looked at the cards. This timeline showed the activity of the family, not the motive. Why did they go on a trip that particular day?

~~~

Robert stood at Cascade Locks where Stan oversaw his men. He looked at the map stretched out on a board. The area between the diner and the gas station, then where? If the Stevens family had bought gas near The Dalles earlier in the day, then drove to Larch Mountain, what did they do from that time until they went to dinner? What had interrupted their trip home?

“Robert Collins?” asked a man who wore a quilted vest under a Pendleton jacket. His heavy boots and a full backpack completed the outfit.

“Yes, can I help you?”

“I think it’s more, can I help you? Is there someplace we can talk privately?” The man, near Robert’s height, sported a neat beard and mustache. For a moment, Robert almost asked if he was a professor.

Robert led him to his car, and they sat inside. The man introduced himself as Brice Lane.

“Now, what is it that you have for me?” Robert asked.

“I am a naturalist. I write books as to the type of nature here in the Northwest. I keep a journal about when things happen according to the changes in the seasons. That has nothing to do with why I’m here.

“On the evening of December seventh, I was on my way back to my camp about 6:30 or 7:00 p.m. I came over a ridge when I saw the headlights, then the taillights, of two vehicles, slowly making their way along the road by the bridge. I thought at the time that kids had found someplace to park or someone was going to throw trash in the river. I took out my binoculars and watched for a few moments. One set of lights disappeared. I thought the one car must have decided to stay near the road.”

He paused, then continued. “After a few moments, the first set of lights moved in a path directly toward the river. I found it odd. Then the lights went out, and they never came on again. I camped that night up on the mountain. After I reached my car, I decided to check out the area where I’d seen the cars. When I got to the site, I saw one set of tire tracks went into the area, but none came out. It wasn’t until the other morning, while I was eating at a restaurant, that I overheard people talking about what happened. I bought a paper and located you.”

Robert spoke up, “I think you know more than that. Having your natural curiosity, I can guess you looked around a bit more closely.”

Brice nodded, “Right. I found some paint scrapings on some of the boulders and a deep gouge in the rock at the edge of the bluff, like something had been pushed over the edge into the water. The rocks had scrape marks about this wide.” He held his hand out about three feet apart. Then he pulled a waxed paper pouch from his pocket. “Here are the paint scrapings I took from the rocks.”

“Would you show me on a map where you got this?” Robert unfolded the paper to see it contained some red and white paint scrapings.

“Sure. I’d like to help any way I can.”

“Thanks. I’m sorry if I sounded abrupt.” Robert held out his hand.

Brice took it and smiled. “No harm done.”

Robert took Brice to the large map on a table under the tent. An officer leaned over the map shading in areas they’d searched. “Could you excuse us a moment?” he asked the young man. With a nod, he straightened and moved away.

“Where were you?” Robert asked.

Brice pointed to a spot farther upriver, almost to The Dalles.

“There isn’t a road or a path that goes from the highway to the river,” accused Robert.

“I know, that’s why it’s probably the perfect place. No one would suspect anyone was going there, so kids hang out down there and drink beer. There’s not even a clear path, but with careful negotiation, a car can easily make it from the road to the river. The rocky ground doesn’t leave tire impressions, I’m sorry to say. One other thing, as I walked the area toward the river, I noticed some of the larger rocks had been moved to make a wider path. Someone had been there before.” He moved his hand across the highway. “I stood up here.” He indicated his vantage point.

“Do you have time to drive there with me?” Robert pointed to the spot near a bridge. Brice nodded.

Brice rode with Robert and showed him the exact spot where the car left the highway and went toward the river.

They got out, and Robert followed Brice while he retold what he saw. The soft dirt and gravel had many tire prints where cars regularly pulled off the road and stopped.

“You can see that a car went off the road up here,” Brice walked along the edge of the pavement, standing to one side of the single set of tire marks going toward the river. “The car continued along here and turned in toward the river here. The wheels tore up the grass and gravel at the edge, but no tire marks are going out.” Brice and Robert stood looking at the area. “The grass is flattened, but that could be explained by many reasons,” Brice added.

Robert bobbed his head in semi-agreement. “I’ll need more than that.”

“Come this way.” Brice walked away from the road, following along the edge of the flattened grass. He showed Robert the places where the car broke off branches and hit some of the rocks as it went by. Rocks had been rolled out of the way, leaving the deep impressions of where they had been. “There was no question, a path to the river had been made, but for what purpose?” Robert added. “So, a car went by, what makes you think that it was the Stevens’ car?”

“Only that it fits in the time span that something could have happened to them.” He turned a hostile expression to Robert. “I thought every bit of information you got was investigated.”

“It is.” Robert wanted to sigh. “I just want to know if there is anything you might know personally, that could help find this family.”

“No, I didn’t know the family, never met them, or even saw their picture in the paper. I’m just telling you that I saw two cars drive down here and only one left.”

“You saw the headlights?”

“And taillights. I was too far away to see the actual car, but I could see some reflection of the lights on the shrubs. I saw the brake lights come on.”

“How long were they on?”

“Not long, about two or three seconds every so often. After about a minute or so the taillights were out of my sight.”

“What did you do then?”

“I moved on. I was too far away. I was up there.” Brice turned and faced southeast toward a bluff on the other side of the highway. Robert could see that even in the dark, Brice would have had a clear view of the area. He knew the night in question had been clear with no rain.

When they reached the edge of the cliff, Brice pointed to the spot where something had gouged the boulder. Robert and Brice looked around every crevice to see if anything might have broken off the car. Robert squatted to look closer at the damaged rock. “It sure looks like something heavy went over the cliff. It also looks like it didn’t have much resistance. The damage is to a rock that’s high enough to have scraped the bottom of the car. Yet there is no damage at the actual edge of the cliff. That tells me the car had to be going at a speed fast enough to fly out into the river rather than be tipped over the edge.” He peered over the edge at the rocks below. “There isn’t any damage there, nor is there any debris from a crash anywhere around the base of the cliff. “

He stood and shielded his eyes as he looked out over the water. The current moved fast. Ripples from the wind caused whitecaps. If a car did go down in the river, it might have been carried by momentum out into the channel and who knows where it landed. The Columbia River had a deep channel, but the silt from the upper river often narrowed the channel, and it would need dredging this spring.

“I found some more paint chips. They’re red. I hope we can match them to the kind of paint that was on the car the Stevens drove.” Brice continued to search the ground.

“I hope so too. There are some tire tracks here. The rain must have drained away leaving a good impression. I’ll go call the team to get samples.” Robert went to the car and radioed the officer at the dam site.

A team had been sent to Cascade Locks, and they could be where Robert was in less than an hour. Robert gave them the directions to his location.

A voice crackled on the radio. “Collins, what do you think you’re doing? The team is assigned to me, and I need them. You have no jurisdiction calling them off and sending them on a wild goose chase upriver. They will not go there. They will come here where they were assigned.” Stan’s voice came through the radio, loud and clear. Robert had no trouble hearing the anger in his voice.

“Sure thing, Stan, keep them.” He called off the radio. Part of him burned with a combination of anger and embarrassment at what Stan had done. He couldn’t blame the guy. Robert had ordered the team to abandon Stan’s project for his.

Robert went back to Brice to inform him of the change in plans. He heard the radio crackle and his name called. Robert ran back to the car. “Collins here.”

“Sir, we have divided the team. We’ll be there in less than an hour,” the voice announced.

“Thank you,” Robert responded.

“You must have more clout than you thought.” Brice grinned at him.

The three-man team arrived and took pictures and tire impressions. They gathered and labeled all the evidence.

“Brice, I am going to take the samples you gave me and have the lab process them separately. I want all the evidence that we can get. I really appreciate you volunteering your time. Do you want a ride anywhere?”

“No, thanks. I’ll keep in touch.” Brice waved and walked on down the bluff along the river.

Robert drove back to the station and checked his samples into the lab. “How long do you think it will take to get me a source for the tire impressions and the paint chips?” he queried the expert.

“We have a lot of samples in front of yours.” The technician didn’t look at him but waved his hand over the boxes marked “evidence” on the table.

“Yes, but this is a priority. What I have in these boxes could belong to the Stevens’ car or to their killer.”

“Sure, and this belongs to a murder that happened last month, and the pretrial is scheduled for next week. This is from a beating; this is from—”

“I get the point.” Robert ran his hand over his hair and down the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. When can I expect the samples to be compared?”

“What is it that you want? I might have to send them out. I don’t know if we are equipped for this type of work.”

“Send them out, if you need to. I need to know what make and model of car these paint chips came from and what tires made these impressions.”

“Oh, and you expect that when?” The tech looked into a box and shook his head. “I’ll need to send them out. I can do that right away. Here, log the samples into the book, and I’ll get them sent out with tomorrow’s packets.” He looked directly at Robert and gave an apologetic wave of his hand. “I have no idea how long it’s going to take for sure. I can tell you that unless they are very standard tires and the car is a recent model, it’s going to take a long time, weeks.”

“Thanks, I really appreciate you sending them out as quickly as possible.” Robert wrote in the log book the number and description of each evidence bag he’d brought in. He initialed each line, indicating he’d personally logged the samples.

Chapter 6

When he returned to his desk, a new stack of reports topped his inbox. He picked up the top folder marked “Calvin Stevens.” Inside, he found the rap sheet. He’d just finished reading it when Jake came in and set his cup of steaming coffee on the only corner of the desk not covered with papers. He fumbled around under the stack until he found the ever-present roll of butterscotch Life Savers. He peeled off one and popped it in his mouth before sitting down.

“What’d you find?” Jake nodded at the folder.

“Here or at Cascade Locks?”

“Whatever’s more interesting.” Jake sipped from his cup.

Robert went on to share the results of his meeting with Brice.

“You think he might be in on this? He could be giving you just enough information to throw you off.”

“Throw me off? How?”

“Divide and conquer?” Jake raised an eyebrow.

Robert grimaced and stared at his notes. “It’s possible. What motive would he have? Even with two searches going, it could be that neither of us is on the right rail, or one of us is, and this is a diversion.”

“Which one is it?” Jake downed the last of the coffee, made a face and shook the upper part of his body.

Robert looked up and grinned. “That bad, huh?”

“Worse.”

Robert laid the folder down. “My gut says Brice is telling the truth and wants to help. He doesn’t seem to be anyone connected with the family. I think he’s perhaps a professor who Calvin might have had in college.”

“I’ll check him out.” He turned to the map of the Columbia River Robert had tacked to the board next to the timeline. He ran his finger along the highway.

“Let’s say the family left home and went to Larch Mountain first.” This finger stopped, and he pushed a colored pin to mark the spot. “They continued down to the highway and stopped for gas here.” He pushed another pin. “They stopped again for dinner here. Then, according to your contact, they might have ended here at about eight or so. Where were they between six-thirty and eight?”

Robert joined Jake. “That’s the hundred-dollar question. If this is their travel, what was the destination and why?”

The two men stared at the map. Three single pins didn’t tell the story. The cards in the timeline left the same time space.

“What did a family do for the next few hours, basically in the middle of nowhere?” Robert rubbed his chin, staring at the board as if a genie would appear with the answer.

Jake walked to the board and tapped the note with Helen’s name. “She told you about one of the men at the diner that night who had family in the area. Is there a chance these men cornered them somewhere and robbed them? Maybe pushed them off into the river.”

“They didn’t have a lot of money. Mr. Stevens didn’t withdraw any from the bank. He had a few dollars for dinner, I imagine.” Robert walked around his desk to stand away from the board. “What if the men were hired to stop them?”

“Why? What possible reason would someone want these people dead?” Jake asked his partner.

“Let’s ask the family.” Robert turned back to his desk and picked up the papers.

He read aloud from the report attached to the file. “Calvin left home to join the Navy, and now he’s stationed in New York. It’s his alibi for the day his family went missing. He didn’t have any leave time accumulated, nor did he leave the state. He lives off base with a Miss Mary Jennings, who on the night in question hosted a small holiday party. He never left the party, she said, when questioned by Stan.”

Robert turned the page over. “Stan notes ‘Calvin reported for duty the next day and would have had no time to fly across the country and return to duty’.” He stuffed the sheet back into the folder, “Well, that’s that. We don’t have a killer. Somehow a family just up and disappeared.”

He slapped the envelope on the desk and looked at Jake. “I don’t know about you, but this whole thing stinks worse than the paper mill in Albany.

“I can’t disagree with you.” Jake pinched his nose.

Robert pulled the last sheet from the folder and held it to the light. “Lookie here at this. We have a list of phone numbers from Calvin’s phone and to his phone. It seems someone blacked out a few numbers. What do you make of that?” He passed the paper to Jake, who peered at the sheet, holding it up to the light.

“They did a good job of blacking. I can’t see a single number.” He shook his head and handed it back.

“Guess, I’ll mosey over to the chief’s office for a chat.” Robert headed out the door. Jake followed but took a right turn to his desk.

Arnie’s door stood open, and Jake saw him bent over, trying to reach something under his desk. He saw a corner of paper jutting from the front panel. He reached down and pulled at the same time Arnie must have managed to reach it. The paper tore, and Arnie swore. He backed up, but not far enough to clear his head. Robert heard a loud bang and more swearing.

“Sir, are you okay?” He hurried around the desk where Arnie had fallen to his knees, his hand held to his head.

“No, dammit, I’m not! I almost had it, but the paper got stuck. Now it’s ripped.” He slid back and tried to get into his chair, still holding his hand to his head. After an attempt or two, Robert put his hand under the man’s armpit and leveraged him into the chair.

“Let me look at that.” He stepped behind Arnie and started to pull the man’s beefy hand from where it appeared glued to his head. “It looks like it’s bleeding.” Robert reached for his hanky, but Arnie pulled his larger one from a pocket and waved it at him. “I’m calling a nurse.”

Arnie nodded. Robert made sure Arnie kept the handkerchief pressed against his head. A nurse from the infirmary hurried in with her black case.

“I’m fine.” Arnie frowned and gave Robert an accusing glare.

“I wanted to make sure it didn’t need stitches.” Robert returned a solemn stare.

“Just give me a minute.” The nurse deftly removed the bloody handkerchief and made a tsking noise with her mouth. She wiped the blood, cleaned it with antiseptic, then attached a bandage.

“I look awful!” Arnie fingered the bandage. “It’s stuck to my hair,” he blustered.

Robert looked at the nurse and schooled his expression, “I guess you might have to change up your combover. Get a new do,” he teased.

Arnie glared at them both and gave a decided snort in disgust. The nurse and Robert chuckled as she left.

“What are you doing here anyway?” Arnie demanded, still fingering the bandage.

Robert ignored the question and laid his paper in front of the chief. “Why are these numbers blacked out?”

Arnie stared at the sheet and frowned. “I don’t know.” He picked up the page and turned it over, then held it up to the light. “Let me get back to you on this.”

“I need to check on the other numbers.” Robert reached for the paper, but Arnie pulled it back.

“Let me check first,” Arnie’s voice commanded.

Robert stood back, his brows raised at the tone. “Sure, Chief. Take care of yourself.” Robert turned on his heel and left the room ignoring his chief’s call to come back.

Back in the squad room, he headed for the break room. Officers crowded the doorway.

“What’s going on here?” his voice commanded a response.

“It’s Patty’s last day. The girls are throwing a party and we’re invited to eat. There’s a cake.” The officer next to him tried to peer over the shoulders of the taller men in front of him.

Robert had no problem seeing into the room. The men and women gathered around the two long tables covered with dishes. At one side of the table, Barbara directed the traffic. She placed her fingers to her lips and let out a piercing whistle. All sound stopped. Robert raised his eyebrows in respect and surprise.

“Thank you. We’re here today to celebrate Patty’s last day. Not that she’s quitting, just going on maternity leave.” A round of applause answered her announcement. “We want her to know we’re letting her go’ but after she has this baby, we want her to come back. She’s a valuable member of our team.” More applause.

Robert stood peering over the other officers. Barbara’s eyes met his, and her face relaxed with a smile. She pointed to the end of the table closest to the doorway. The motion caused a bit of a pause while everyone’s eyes followed hers to its destination. A whistle and hoots followed Barbara, whose face flushed along with Robert’s. She recovered and raised her voice. It sounded a bit rough, “The plates are at that end; start there. You can see the cake is on the counter over here. Patty, you and the girls, lead the way. Guys can follow.”

She spun around and headed for the cake, grabbing a knife on her way. Robert watched her. If she tore into that cake the way she was holding the knife, there wouldn’t be much left of it. He pressed through the crowd to her side, rescuing the blade.

“Now don’t take it out on the cake.” He held the knife for a moment and watched as she took a deep breath and stared at the wall in front of her. Then she held out her hand for the knife.

“I’m safe?” he asked.

“Do you want your cake now or wait for it?” She smiled, slid a piece on a small plate, and handed it to him. He held on to the plate, so she had to move her hand away from him or step back. She did neither. They stood holding the plate between them, their eyes searching each other for some sign.

“AHEM!” A deep voice interrupted them. Jake stood next to them. “Do you want some privacy?”

Robert jerked the plate and caught the cake as it slid to the edge. “No,” he answered Jake. Then turning, Robert said, “Thank you, Barbara,” and left the room. His step felt lighter. She made him smile. He acknowledged he made excuses to get more coffee than he usually did to peek through the typing pool door to see her banging away at the keys. Sometimes she looked up to see him and give him a wink. He liked the wink. He returned to the break room after seeing most of the men at their desks eating.

Barbara wasn’t there when he entered. Most of the food had disappeared from the bowls. He scooped what remained on to his plate and filled his coffee cup. Barbara came in as he reached the door.

“Thanks for the cake.” He lifted a second cake-filled plate in acknowledgment.

She gave her head a quick nod as she moved past him. She smelled good. He smiled all the way back to his desk.

Robert leafed through the stack of leads and found one stating that the Stevens family had sent Calvin east to a seminary school. “Seminary? That’s a joke,” he muttered.

Calvin’s rap sheet read of petty thefts from the Meier & Frank department store. He glanced at the items recovered and those not. A .38-caliber Colt Commander automatic was reported still missing. The report stated Calvin swore he never stole the gun. Because all the other items stolen had been returned, the store dropped the charges.

Robert dialed Maggie’s number, “Maggie, Detective Collins. No, we don’t have any news. I have a question. When did Calvin move away from home?”

“Let’s see, it was about two years ago, I think. It was right after Calvin and James had been fired for stealing. Karl said he wouldn’t have a thief living in his house and told Calvin to leave. Calvin moved in with James Corbett.”

“Do you know who this James Corbett is?” Robert asked absently

“James Corbett’s father is Jason Corbett, one of the cities’ largest investment moguls,” she answered incredulously. Robert ignored the insinuation.

“Do you know how Calvin and James became friends?” Robert continued.

“They met at the Meier & Frank department store,” Maggie answered. “Yes, I think that’s where they met. The two boys shared an apartment and enrolled in college. Calvin didn’t finish. He enrolled in the Navy.”

“Did James and Calvin hang out at Calvin’s house before all this went down?”

“I saw the two sitting on the porch once when I went to visit. I guess that was in the Spring before Karl kicked him out. In fact, I remember the girls were there sitting there too.”

“Maggie, I have to ask this. Do you have any reason to believe that Kelly might have been pregnant?” The memory of what Helen said popped into his mind, He waited to see how Maggie would respond.

There was a long silence, so long that Robert thought the line had gone dead, but he heard Maggie breathing heavily on the other end. “Whatever gave you that idea?”

“If she wasn’t, was there anything that might have happened, between say September and November, that might have caused you some concern about the family?” Robert was careful how he worded his questions.

Another long pause. “I’ll have to think about it. I’ll let you know.” Maggie rang off quickly.

Robert added that to his notes. He read through the reports, jotting down pertinent information on cards that he was tacking to the corkboard to track the leads. At the bottom of Helen’s card, he wrote (Kelly—PG?)

The word alone hit a sore spot in his heart. When Becca found out she was pregnant, he’d been so happy. He’d taken her to their favorite Italian restaurant for dinner. The owner and his wife served them dinner and presented a special dessert in honor of the occasion. That night had been one of the happiest nights in his memory. In the next few months, her whole mood changed.

His mother blamed it on the pregnancy, but Becca began blaming him for everything that happened to her. Her morning sickness, weight gain, and fatigue. She didn’t like being pregnant.

“It’s all your fault! I don’t fit into my clothes, and these clothes are ugly. I’m ugly!” She’d fall on their bed and cry. It took all he had to get her to get up, wash her face, and get ready for work. She’d wail that she didn’t want to go to work.

~~~

“Robert! You called for me?” Jake was leaning over the desk waving his hand in front of Robert’s face for attention.

“Sorry, Jake. I was thinking about, never mind. How did Lorene feel when she was pregnant?”

“What’s this? Is there something you haven’t told me? I thought you seemed a little preoccupied. You and Babs hook up and not tell me?” Jake leaned over the cluttered desk.

“Come off it!” Robert’s response was sharp and sarcastic. “Helen, at the diner, mentioned she thought Kelly might have been pregnant. I want to know what other signs there might be, other than intuition, that someone might be pregnant. I remember everything made Becca sick the entire time she was pregnant. What about Lorene?”

Jake rolled his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and ticked off the signs one by one on his fingers.

“She got sick every morning. She got sick if smelled things like eggs cooking, or tuna, and other foods first thing in the morning. She had to make my lunch the night before, and if she forgot I ate out. That seemed to happen a lot, now that I think about it.”

“What about foods like hamburgers, fries, and malts?”

“Doc said to stay away from greasy and fatty foods, and she had to be careful not to gain too much weight because she tends to be on the plump side. Don’t tell her I said that. She had to watch what she ate.”

“Put that down as a note on the back of this card.” He handed an index card to Jake. “I asked Maggie if she thought Kelly was pregnant. She avoided the question. That tells me there’s some truth to this story. If so, then we have a motive for the family disappearing.”

“Wouldn’t she have told you before this?”

Robert frowned. “My guess is she doesn’t want anyone to know. It probably had been a secret in the family. Helen said Kelly wanted the same lunch as the other girls, but her mother was adamant that she shouldn’t eat those foods.”

“I take it that she didn’t get a salad,” Jake returned dryly.

“No, as far as I know, she didn’t eat anything. I’m pretty sure she sulked, from what Helen said.” He pinned the notecard to the board.

“I just got the report back from the oil companies. None of them has records of a purchase at Porter’s station on that Saturday.

“So, we don’t have a positive sighting on Saturday of the family getting gas. Where did the receipt from Porter’s come from?”

“We need to find the original from the Borman’s. Weren’t they picking up the mail?”

Robert picked up the receiver again and dialed Maggie’s number.”

After a greeting, he got straight to the point. “Are you getting the Stevens’ mail?”

“Yes.”

“I would like to see it. We have a slight discrepancy with the gas bills.” He paused and then lowered his voice, “I’ll come and get them today. Do NOT give the mail to anyone else.”

“All right.” Her voice sounded cautious and concerned. “Is there something I should know?”

“Not right now. I’m looking for anything that gives us a reason your brother and his family would leave home on a Sunday afternoon.”

“They went to get Christmas greens,” Maggie reminded him.

“Yes, I know. You told me the family did it every year. Why that day? It didn’t look like they planned it and they didn’t call you and tell you they were going that day.”

Silence. “Are you there, Maggie?”

“Yes.” He heard a breath like a sigh. “You’re right. Something happened, Detective. I’m a bit scared.”

Robert didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t feeling all that confident either. “Just be careful who you talk to and what you say.”

“You think there is something wrong too?”

“This doesn’t look like a family going out for a drive and vanishing.” Robert agreed.

“Thank you. I didn’t think so either.”

“I’ll stop by this evening and pick up the mail. If you make sure I get it, I’d appreciate it.” He hung up.

Jake listened to the conversation. “She thinks something isn’t right.”

“Yes. Here’s the thing. From Maggie’s tone of voice and how quickly she jumped to something sinister, I think she knows more than she’s told us so far.”

Jake pointed to the map. “I would say their natural course of action would be to go west on the highway toward home. Something or someone interrupted that course of action. Who? Where? Why?”

“Buddy, if we knew that, we wouldn’t be sitting here stumped,” Robert reminded him.

~~~

The holidays came and went. There were no new leads. Robert pulled double duty, filling in extra shifts for those who wanted to be with their families. After the new year, he took off a few days to spend with his parents and his brother’s family.

He enjoyed being with his parents. After his brother had married, he and his wife had two lively young kids. Robert was glad he wasn’t there when they were opening presents and showing all that excitement. It tore his guts out that first Christmas, and he didn’t go back. Now, sitting back and reading a book, or talking to his dad about fishing and hunting, Robert felt content. His mother brought him coffee until he felt like his teeth would float.

“Mom, sit down. I’ve had enough coffee, cookies, and cake. I’ll waddle back into the station if I don’t stop,” he teased her. She patted his shoulder and sat in the matching chair next to his father, with the little table between them.

His mom said, “I have a box of things I am putting together for you to take back to Portland. It’s a six-hour drive, and you’ll get hungry on the way. There are some things I canned you can save for later.”

“Thanks, Mom.” He just nodded and knew the box would take all his muscles to carry to the car. Every time he came for a visit, he brought the empty jars back from the last time. For now, it was nice not to think about work or the case.

“Got any interesting cases going on up there?” His father folded the paper and slid it into the rack beside him.

Robert sighed. I guess I can’t leave my work at the office, he thought.

He gave his father the newspaper version of the story. They talked about the case for a bit, but Robert couldn’t tell him much, so the conversation dwindled to a halt.

The rest of the weekend passed by with the ease of a comfortable shoe until his mother popped a question.

“Robert, are you dating yet?” She smiled in hope.

“Ah, nothing steady,” he mumbled.

“But you are seeing someone? Some nice, young woman? Are we going to meet her?”

“Mother, I haven’t been on a date. There is a nice woman I’ve been talking to at work. That’s all it is right now. If anything happens, I’ll let you know.”

“You’d better. I’d hate to have to find out from Jake and Lorene.” His mother went back to darning his father’s sock.

~~~

Robert returned to the station after his weekend at his parents. The decorations were gone. The spirit of the season hung in the air, but it soon disappeared as calls for family disturbances plagued the men on call.

Robert pinned new lead cards along the timeline. He turned to Jake, who sat in his usual chair, leafing through lead sheets.

“The board on the squad-room wall has every lead we received. They have some order, mostly by date. This board only has leads that positively connect to the family in some way. Stuff like that sleeping bag lead can go on the board out there, but not mine.

“You don’t think the sleeping bag had anything to do with the case?” Jake asked innocently.

Robert gave him a look, and Jake laughed.

Jake imitated the woman’s high-pitched voice. “I wanted to be a good citizen, so I called as soon as the boys told me the name on the bag belonged to that missing Stevens family.”

Robert shook his finger at Jake. “I looked the bag over and saw nothing unusual about it,” he recalled. “I asked her son, ‘Where did you find the name Stevens written on it?’”

“It was on the plastic bag around it,” the older boy answered, “We—uh—took it off and left it at the river.”

“The name was painted on the plastic. It came off when we picked it up. We didn’t mean to rub it off; it just came off on its own,” the younger one explained.

“I’ll have to take the sleeping bag with me and see if we can find some connection that will tie it to the Stevens.” He turned away.

“Officer?” The mother’s voice stopped him, “What happens if you can’t find anything that links it to that family?

“I guess it just gets put away in the evidence room.”

“The boys found it, so shouldn’t it be theirs?” Her voice became firm.

“Yes, if no one claims it, after thirty days, you come and claim it.”

“They did find it out by the Sandy River. It had a plastic bag on it. I don’t suppose there’s any way to prove it belonged to that family.”

“Not unless one of the family positively says it belonged to the family.” He began to walk away.

She nodded and led the boys out of the room.

“Ten to one they were hoping for a little fame,” Jake joked.

“There’re enough reporters hangin’ around they can tell their story too. Ten to one we read about it in tomorrow’s paper with a picture.”

Jake and Robert both read the account given by the mother and the boys in the next edition of the paper. Robert threw his copy in the trash can. He groused the rest of the day about stupid reporters. “Isn’t there something about reporting the truth?”

“The truth doesn’t sell papers,” the chief answered as he passed Robert’s office at that moment.

“We sure know that’s true,” muttered Jake. The chief had paused at Robert’s door and gave Jake a frown, he started to comment, but instead shrugged and went on down the aisle.

“Coffee time.” Robert joked, “You can tell by the mood.”

~~~

The lab found a laundry ticket pinned to the sleeping bag. Jake and Robert followed the lead, questioning all the cleaners in the area near the Stevens’ home. Jake checked out those who specialized in cleaning larger items, like quilts and rugs. They found that the manufacturer of the bad sold to a five-state region, including Oregon. It came to about a thousand stores.

“That kind of man hours could not justify the lead to be followed on a whim,” Robert told Jake.

They elected to have some of the rookies do the follow-up.

Robert held a report out to Jake. “Read this. It is from a close friend of Mrs. Stevens.”

The card read,

Officer: “Did you notice any unusual behavior by any of the family recently?”

Mrs. Smith: “I don’t know that it is of any consequence, but just before Thanksgiving, our women’s league was planning a dinner. Debra was to serve. On the afternoon of the dinner, she called and said that she had a migraine headache and couldn’t come. Then later that week I called to see how she was, and she said that she still wasn’t feeling well and wouldn’t be able to teach her Sunday School class that Sunday. One of the other ladies took her family a casserole. She said that Karl answered the door and didn’t invite her in. He only thanked her and said that Debra would talk to her later. The next week she seemed very quiet and didn’t volunteer for any of the activities, which is very unusual for Debra.”

Officer: “Did anyone try to talk to her?”

Mrs. Smith: “Yes, a couple of us who are close friends tried to find out what was going on, but Maggie said it was a family problem and she just needed some time to herself.”

“It kind of corroborates the server’s story. Something was going on in that family, and it was affecting everyone.” Jake tacked this card just under Helen’s card.

“We need to find out who Kelly’s friends were and if they noticed her with a boyfriend at school.”

Chapter 7

When Tom Borman got home and opened the door that evening, instinctively, he knew something was wrong. The lights were off, which was unusual, as the sun was set by five o’clock, it was now half past.

“Maggie?” he called as he walked through the living room, turning a light on to avoid running into furniture, then into the kitchen. He found her sitting at the table, in semi-darkness, illuminated by the single bulb from over the sink.

“What’s wrong?” he massaged her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Tom, right out of the blue, Detective Collins called and asked if I knew or thought Kelly might be pregnant. I was shocked he even asked that question. Why would the detective suspect that of a fourteen-year-old girl? Where would he have heard something like that?” her impassioned plea ended in the silence that surrounded them like a cocoon.

“Honey, they have their ways. That’s why they’re detectives. If they weren’t any good at their job, they wouldn’t have a job. What did you tell him?”

“Nothing. I didn’t give him a direct answer. We don’t know for sure. Debra never took her to their regular doctor. She went to one in Washington and didn’t give their real name. The doctor said he would call after the test came back. When I asked Debra about it, she wouldn’t answer me. She said they were going to take Kelly to another doctor and now they’re gone.”

Tom didn’t answer. He sat next to her and held her trembling hand.

“Do you think he had something to do with their disappearance?” she whispered.

“Don’t even think like that, much less say it out loud. You don’t want to ask questions that could get us murdered,” Tom shot back.

“Then you’ve thought about it too.” She stood and faced him, trembling.

“Shh, it’s none of our business. Let the police do the questioning. Why don’t you start some dinner?” Tom held her close for a moment. She remained in his arms for a time, then gently pushed away.

Maggie lit the gas oven. But going about the ritual of preparing dinner did nothing to alleviate the anger and fear she had about her brother and his missing family. There were some things better left alone, she thought.

~~~

As time went on and leads in the Stevens case became sparse, some of the officers were reassigned to other cases.

Robert went to the break room to get his morning cup of coffee. The men’s conversation abruptly stopped. No one spoke as he filled his cup, then added cream and sugar to at least make it tolerable. He knew the men at the table were working at the Bonneville Dam site.

“Any new leads at the dam?” He leaned against the counter and took a sip from the cup.

Two of the men looked at the third, who answered, “Not yet. We’re going to send down a diver. I’m sure the car’s probably lodged against the doors of the locks.”

Robert nodded, “If that happens, everyone will be glad. Well, not glad but relieved to have some closure to the situation.”

One of the other men spoke up. “Why do you think the family is up by The Dalles?”

“The same reason you think they’re at Cascade Locks. I have a theory and some evidence, just like you do. Each of us could be right. I think I have stronger evidence they were driven into the river there. I have to find more proof.”

“I think you’re nuts. It’s a waste of taxpayer money for you to take men and run around up there. There is nothing there.” The first man leaned forward, his hands spread on the table.

Robert remained calm and spoke quietly, “I’m curious, it’s my nature. Who came up with tangible evidence that a car was even near the dam? As far as I’ve read, ‘someone’ made a suggestion and everyone’s standing in line to back the theory as if it were gospel truth. I wonder who has that much influence on the bureau. Who would gain from making a massive search stay there instead of somewhere else?”

Robert pushed away from the counter and left the room. He heard no conversation as the door swung closed behind him. He wished he could be a fly on the wall listening to what they said next.

He pinned the duty roster on the board. Jake stood beside him and nodded at the list.

Another officer stopped to read the list. “You know, Robert, you aren’t ever going to find them.”

Robert whirled to face the officer. “Sam, what are you talking about?”

The man shrugged his blue uniformed shoulders. “You don’t get it, do you? When someone’s missing this long, they either don’t want to be found, or someone doesn’t want them found.”

“What’s wrong with you? Just because the leads are cold right now doesn’t mean that we can’t find them.” Robert’s voice became a low growl.

Jake stepped between the two and faced Sam. “I think you either tell what you know or move on.”

“I don’t have anything to say. Just forget it.” Sam backed away, waving his hand in the air. “Just forget it.”

“I’m not going to forget it,” Robert muttered to Jake. The room behind them had been quiet except for phone conversations. “Sam’s been on my watch list for a while. I’ve heard he’s been hanging out with some of the officers who had been asked to leave when the chief did the cleanup.”

“He’s all right. If he’s tight with them, there wasn’t anything found to connect him to any dirty money.”

“I say he’s either very good at hiding things or he was left here as a mole. I’m still going to watch him.”

They walked through the room toward their respective offices. When they reached Robert’s doorway, he stopped.

“Jake, I’m sick of it. We beat the streets following clues. We chase down every lead and then the newspaper writes it up to make us look like idiots. Now I get informed that someone has an agenda here that doesn’t include me.”

“Until you’re notified otherwise, keep going. Who knows, you might solve this thing before too long.” Jake punched his friend’s shoulder and walked away.

At his desk, Robert picked up some reports and stared at the words. Through the glass that divided his office from the next room, he could see some of the officers talking with Sam. They turned their chairs away from his view, or they fiddled with papers. He could tell that whatever Sam told them was heard by each of them. There were a few comments made by the other officers, then they all nodded. Sam fingered the strap on his holster and walked out the door. Something was up.

David knocked on the door and stood just one step inside Robert’s office. “Sir, I traded with Mack on Tuesday. I have to take my wife to the doctor.”

Robert nodded.

Later that afternoon, another officer took David’s place. “Sir, I’ve been assigned to Stan’s team for the rest of the week.”

“Sir, we got orders to help Stan too. It seems there’s going to be a search closer to Cascade Locks. There’s some talk the family might have driven over the edge and into the water.” The other officers were standing at his door

Robert said nothing for a moment, then looked around the room, “Have any of the rest of you been reassigned?” One other hand raised, the rest shook their heads. “Okay, we’ll do what we can with what we have.”

Robert was frustrated, every time he made a report or suggestion based on his findings, his men ended up assigned to other jobs. It wasn’t a new procedure, and it happened now and then. It just seemed to be happening every time he wanted to investigate a theory or some evidence. With only a little information and some cooperation from his superiors, he was confident he could prove foul play was involved.

He walked out into the parking lot. He needed some fresh air. It was cold and partly cloudy. Bits of sun rays warmed his face. His stomach growled. He looked at his watch. It was a quarter to two. He drove out of the parking lot and went to Yaw’s Drive-In for a burger.

When he returned to his office, he found Nate standing next to his desk, looking through the papers. “See anything interesting?” Robert stood in the doorway.

Nate didn’t bother to look embarrassed at being caught. “You sure have a lot of leads. They don’t seem to be leading to the same conclusion that the chief and Stan have.” He looked up at Robert expecting an answer.

“You seem to be right,” was all that Robert said and walked to his desk, forcing Nate to either step back toward the chair or move past him to the doorway.

Nate chose the latter but turned to Robert and pointed to a letter propped against the phone. “You might want to tell the sender that personal mail isn’t supposed to be delivered to the station.” He raised his eyebrows, then spun on his heels, his hands resting on his weapon, and walked out the door. His taps sounded more irritating than usual.

Robert looked at the envelope. There was no return address and no stamp; someone had hand-delivered it to the station. That meant any number of people would have touched it. He opened the envelope; his name handwritten and the word “PERSONAL” scrawled in the bottom, left corner.

Using a pen, he pulled the white sheet of paper from the envelope, and with another pen, he unfolded it. About three-quarters of the way down he read:

“It would be in your best interest to give up any further investigation of The Dalles area. If you don’t pull off your crew, your partner might find himself in the same position you were IN a few years ago. You have three days to stop your investigation.”

Anger heated his blood. It ran hot from his forehead to his toes. Adrenaline pumped blood at racing speeds through his arteries. It was too much. Now he had proof that not only was the mob involved with this disappearance, but he was getting close and someone was getting worried. The phone rang, interrupting his thoughts.

“Collins here.” There was silence, and he repeated his name.

A muffled voice spoke, “You might want to check with The Dalles police. A man came in with a gun he found, covered in blood. He said he found it near the same place they found an abandoned white car. A car like the one the ex-cons drove.”

“What gun? What car?”

The phone went dead.

“What’s going on here? Aren’t we all working to solve the same crime?” Robert roared at the receiver, but no one answered. He slammed it back into the cradle.

Robert called the switchboard and asked the operator to get a call through to The Dalles Police Department. He didn’t even have the phone number. On his Rolodex, he made a card for the number of the department when the operator relayed it. When he talked to an officer over there, he was getting names and numbers.

The operator connected him to The Dalles Police Department. After being transferred around, he was able to speak to the sergeant in charge of the Stevens investigation.

“Detective Collins, I’ve heard you’re doing a fine job there in Portland with the Stevens case.” His tone was just above insolent.

“I’m sure you have, Janeway. I want to know what you found on that abandoned car.”

“When did you hear about an abandoned car?”

“I have my sources.”

“I’ll send you our report, but there were two sets of fingerprints. They belonged to two cons recently released from prison. A Frank Nelson and a John Lutz. The only thing found in the car, other than trash, was a piece of paper with the words, The Palace, and below that the name of John Lutz. That’s it. Why would you be interested in an abandoned car?”

“Where’d you find it?” Robert made notes as Janeway spoke.

Janeway described the area. “I don’t think this car has a connection with any investigation.” Robert could sense the arrogance in Janeway’s deep voice.

“You don’t think it strange that an abandoned car, a gun covered with blood, and a family all missing in the same area isn’t odd?” Robert accused.

“Why should I? We have strange things happen all the time. It is just a coincidence,” Janeway defended. “How’d you hear about the gun?”

“A call from a concerned citizen who thought we all should be working together on this case. What were the results from the lab on that gun?” Robert slipped in.

A long silence passed at the other end of the phone. “As soon as we have something definite, I’ll let you know.” Janeway rang off before Robert could respond.

Angry, Robert slammed his fist on the desk. He didn’t let his emotions show very often. This time frustration zinged along every nerve. He dialed Jake’s extension. “Can you come in here?”

Jake walked in and closed the door behind him. “I heard a loud bang in here, but I was on the phone.”

“I am sorry, but I need to blow some steam.”

“What’s going on?” Jake sat down while Robert paced behind his desk.

“I just found out, from Janeway at The Dalles Police Department, that a bloody gun and a note were discovered in an abandoned car not far from where I think the family disappeared.” He went on to tell about the two ex-cons and the note in the car. “No one else believes they’re out there. The rest of the bureau is out on some wild goose chase. The Dalles police are doing their investigation and not sharing any information. Why do we all work as if we aren’t after the same thing? Only the media gets paid on who breaks a story first.” He took a breath. “That reminds me, did you read Anne Sullivan’s article in the paper? She’s given a detailed account of our operation. Where’s she getting all this inside information? That worries me.”

Jake listened until Robert run out of steam. “Helen mentioned one of the men at the restaurant told her she should work at The Palace. Now, there is a car, a note with this guy’s name, and The Palace written on it. Don’t you think you might want to check that out?”

“There is a connection there.” Jake agreed.

“Last year I drove to The Palace to bring in the owner, Rick Dawson, for questioning. He came to the station voluntarily. He’s quite the character. He told me to come work for him if I ever got tired of being pushed around.” Robert grimaced.

“I’ll bet the men working on The Dalles Dam weren’t too worried about the law. I heard when they started work on it, Dawson made a deal with the owner of a couple of houses nearby to rent them. He’s run a sweet deal there for years.”

“Goes to prove the mob can pay the police to look the other way when it comes to upholding the law.” Jake held out his hand. Robert grinned as he reached into his pocket and flipped a butterscotch candy to Jake.

“I take it we’re going to visit The Palace?” Jake grinned at Robert and wiggled his eyebrows.

“I guess we have to. When do you want to go?”

“Tomorrow, I have a dentist appointment in the morning, but I will be here before noon. This tooth is killing me, and Lorene’s been giving me grief over not getting it fixed.”

“It is all tough guy when you get here, but at home, I bet you lie down and whine until she waits on you hand and foot. She isn’t so concerned about your tooth. She’s sick of babying you. One baby is enough.” Robert spoke the last words as Jake walked out the door waving his hand

~~~

Jake called the next morning to tell Robert he had an abscessed tooth and Lorene was taking him to the dentist. Robert clocked out with dispatch and before he left, the news was all over the department.

“Headed out to The Palace, huh? Well, watch yourself. I hear those girls can get you upstairs before you can tell them no.” The teasing and laughs of his fellow officers followed him down the hall.

Robert ground his teeth, wondering who found out? Nate? Had Arnie leaked this information to his nephew to have the guys harass him a bit?

~~~

The Palace was located just across the Columbia River from The Dalles in Dallesport, Washington. The landscape had changed. The government decided to build a dam to control flooding on the Columbia River. The dam flooded the areas behind it, including Celilo Falls and all the Indian fishing grounds. That had been a hotbed of controversy.

In the early 1950s, when the bridge to connect The Dalles to Washington State began construction, Rick Dawson, an opportunistic businessman, rented a local house as a place where the construction workers could relax and enjoy female companionship or spend the night instead of driving home. Now it was known as The Palace. Rick had long since bought the place, torn down the old house, and built a two-story, Victorian-style house.

Robert drove through the tall, iron gates of the horseshoe driveway and stopped in front of the impressive entrance. A man walked around the side of the building and stood on guard as Robert walked up the steps to the wide front porch and rang the doorbell. The one thing this place had going for it was the best possible view of the Columbia River, Mount Hood, and the surrounding mountain range. It was too bad it had to be run by a member of the mob.

The etched glass door opened for him, and he stepped into the foyer. A tall, muscular man waited for Robert to speak, but Robert stood silent until the man asked, “Whatcha want?” his deep voice just slightly insolent.

“I’m here to see Dawson.” Robert’s feet were apart and slightly bent.

“Whaddya want to see him about?” the man crossed his arms and waited.

“Tell him Collins is here, and I’m calling in my marker.”

“You hold a marker of Mr. Dawson’s? Don’t make me laugh.”

“Being a comedian isn’t my line of work, but it might be the only kind of work left for you if you don’t get my message to your boss and quick,”

The bodyguard started to move toward Robert, but Robert let the flap of his coat open, revealing the shoulder holster and his badge.

“Da boss don’t like fighting in the house,” the man whirled lightly on his feet and went through a door with a brass plate engraved “Private.”

Robert looked around. Nothing had changed since he made his first bust here. The décor came straight out of an Old West bawdy house; red velvet lampshades with beads that hung off the edges, matching tucked settees, and the girls were probably just as bad as they were back then. The rooms upstairs were used for the same reasons now as they had been in those days. Everything seemed red, gold, and gaudy.

“Well, if it isn’t my old friend Detective Collins. What did you say to my man to get him so riled?” Rick Dawson was the consummate saloon owner. Tall, thin, and he wore a black, Western-cut suit, white ruffled shirt, and black ribbon tie. He looked like he stepped straight out of an old Western movie. He sported a thin mustache and clamped a Havana cigar between his teeth

“Dawson, you should stop showing those mob movies to your boys. They’re talking and acting like James Cagney.”

“You’re probably right, but I like the movies and the boys like what I like. What can I do for you?” Dawson moved into the dining room to a table near the window and called for a coffee and beer to someone out of sight.

Robert bent his long legs under the table, covered with a clean but stained tablecloth.

“What do you know about John Lutz? Who’s he hanging out with since he’s been out of the pen?” Robert came right to the point. There was no need for small talk.

“What makes you think he’s been here?” Dawson asked without a pause.

“I found his introduction to your place in a car he must have used. He isn’t too smart to leave your calling card in an abandoned car.”

Dawson shrugged but didn’t deny it.

A girl sashayed to the table with the beer and coffee on a tray. Robert didn’t even try to guess her age. She applied her makeup with a heavy hand and cracked her gum in Robert’s ear as she set his coffee down, then reached across the table to set the beer in front of Dawson. Her breasts pressed against Robert’s cheek, and he frowned irritably at the man across the table.

“Beat it, Dee!” Dawson waited until the girl left and he lit the cigar, leaning back in his chair. “Roy was here with a little squirrel named Frank Nelson. Lutz has some relatives around here. They might have seen the two lately.”

“When was the last time you saw them?”

“They were here drinking and playing cards a couple of weeks ago. They split, and I haven’t seen them since.” Dawson sucked on his cigar.

“You know the date they were here?” Robert flipped open his notebook.

“December ninth.”

“How can you be so specific?”

“It was my birthday. I was having a private party. They insisted on a private room, and they promised not to interfere. I felt sorry for them and let them have a room and a couple of girls. They paid for it, of course.”

“So, Lutz has relatives around the area, but they stayed here?”

“They were here. I didn’t watch them every minute. I don’t know when they left.”

“You do verify they were here on the ninth,” Robert pressed.

“Yes, I can say that. They paid, they got a room.” Dawson tapped the edge of the cigar on the ashtray.

“You didn’t see them leave? What car were they driving then?”

“No, I don’t watch the clients. The boys do, so that they don’t make trouble.”

“Then can I talk to ‘the boys’?”

“Nah, I think we’ve talked enough. I gave you all the information you need.” Dawson tapped the ashes into the tray and looked over his shoulder. The two guards moved to stand behind the seated man.

“For now. Thanks for the coffee.” Robert picked up his hat, pulled it down over his brow, slid his thumb and forefinger around the edge, and walked to the door. Dee leaned against it, the top of her fitted dress barely covered her tinted nipples. Robert smiled as reached in his pocket. She parted her lips and smiled back. It froze when he snapped open his police ID in front of her eyes.

“Dee, honey, when are you going to learn to read the fuzz?” Dawson laughed from behind him. “Detective, we’re even now.”

“For now,” Robert returned.

Chapter 8

It still worried Robert that when he talked to Arnie about the missing gun report, the man became evasive. He’d promise to speak to Janeway, but he never called Robert about it. Robert decided to make a trip to The Dalles Police Department the next morning and confront Janeway.

It was the first of February and one of those days when the sun shone in the Gorge. It wouldn’t be too long before the warm sun stayed out longer and little buds would burst on the trees. Robert hoped he could close the case by spring.

He parked on the side street and walked through the front door of The Dalles Police Department.

“What can I do for you, sir?” the young woman at the desk asked, and Robert pulled out his wallet, flipping it open to show his badge.

“I’d like to speak to Janeway.”

“Just a minute.” She dialed a few numbers and spoke softly into the receiver. “He’s with someone right now. If you would care to have a seat, I’ve let him know you’re waiting.”

Robert sat on the wooden bench. There wasn’t much in the way of reading material. He stared at the walls for a while. After twenty minutes passed, he stood and approached the desk.

“Could you check and see if Janeway will be ready to see me soon?”

“Oh, yes, just a minute.” She dialed again, then finally spoke, “Is Captain Janeway done with his meeting? He’s stepped away? Can you find him? There’s a Portland police detective here waiting from him. Thank you.” She looked apologetic and embarrassed, “I’m sorry, sir; he’s away from his desk for a moment. He might be walking his last appointment out. He should be back soon.”

Robert sat and waited again. His frustration level rose as the minutes passed. He suspected the next time he asked, he’d be told the man was out for the day.

Unfortunately, that was precisely what happened. “You mean he just left?” Robert leaned over the desk almost nose to nose with the young woman. “Tell him I’m making a full report of this to my boss.” He didn’t wait for an answer but stormed out of the door. He got to his car and was opening his door.

“Psst. Hey!” He heard a voice coming from behind a brick planter on the other side of the car.

Robert turned. “You talking to me?” he asked to the phantom voice.

“Yeah. Get in your car and open your passenger window,” the gruff voice ordered.

Robert jumped in and leaned across the seat to roll down the passenger window. Before it was all the way down, a large manila envelope flew in and hit him on the side of the face.

“You didn’t see me or get anything when you came here.” The man walked on by and disappeared from view around the corner. He wore a brown raincoat and a large, flat-brimmed hat. Robert didn’t bother to follow him. There were some things you took on faith. At this point, any information, no matter how it was delivered, was welcome. He gently rubbed his face; it hurt from the edge of the envelope.

After rolling the window back up, he slid the envelope under his seat. As he started to pull away, a uniformed officer ran around the corner and started yelling after him. Robert pretended he didn’t hear and kept driving. Whatever was in the envelope was probably worth more than stopping. If he finished and got out to go back inside, chances of it being there when he got back were slim to none. He’d be back another day.

He drove back into the city, and he parked a couple of rows back from his regular spot. He took a quick look around to determine he wasn’t going to be interrupted; bent open the metal clips of the envelope, and pulled the flap out to expose the contents.

Inside he saw pictures of a gun. Close-ups of the butt showing bits of what could have been dried blood or dirt; they were the same in a black-and-white photo. Another showed the registration number, and the last was a report of the blood type.

Why was this all a secret? Who was giving him the information? What was Janeway hiding?

Playing it safe he called The Dalles police later that day, and this time he was put on hold for twenty minutes. Robert knew none of this was coincidental. He hung up and included the incident minus the delivery of the gun information in his report to the chief.

Later that day, he got a call to go to the chief’s office.

“Robert, stay away from The Dalles Police Department. If there’s anything, you need, send it through me.”

“Sir, I requested over and over again the information about the gun and a car abandoned in The Dalles. I haven’t been given either.”

“They have nothing to do with your case,” Arnie retorted.

“Sir! What do you mean nothing to do with my case?” Robert clenched his fists in his pockets to keep from slamming them on the desk. “The car is registered to John Lutz. Not far away from the car, a gun was found. Those sound like good leads to me.” Robert held his temper in check.

Arnie wiped his brow with a handkerchief, and his hands shook a bit as they moved papers on the desk. “I’ll do what I can and leave it at that.” He dismissed Robert.

Robert didn’t tell Arnie he already had the information. When he went home that night, he took his paperwork and notes with him. He’d built a false wall in his bedroom. It looked like part of the closet and the bathroom, but when the panel was pressed, it opened to reveal a safe. Inside were two hunting rifles and a couple of old pistols. He laid the expandable folder onto the shelf.

His hand slid across the metal box on the shelf next to the folder. He knew every item in the box. Inside was a small jeweler’s box that held Becca’s locket with his and Henry’s picture in it, their wedding certificate, Henry’s and Becca’s death certificates, and her wedding ring. He still wore his.

His hand closed over the handle, but he didn’t lift the box. The shrink he was forced to see by the Police Bureau told him to write a letter to his wife, expressing his feelings to her. He’d done that. It was now a pile of shredded paper inside an envelope with the other remembrances. When the shrink also told him to take off his wedding ring, he’d stood up and left the room. The shrink wouldn’t release him until he did. He did and replaced it a few months later.

Now he looked at it. His marriage wasn’t everything he wanted it to be. His time with Becca had been cut short. He was healing. He slid the ring off his finger and put it in the box. He felt no sorrow, only a sense of relief. The night stretched long as he stared at the ceiling for many an hour before his eyes closed.

The next morning, his pace slowed as he headed to the break room for coffee. In the typing pool, Barbara sat on her chair, her back to him as she talked to the girls. He continued to walk by with slow steps. The woman facing him tapped Barbara, and she turned. Seeing Robert, she stood and grabbed her cup.

“You going to buy me a cup, officer?” she teased as she met him at the break room door.

“Sure, I’ll pay this time.” He put her cup under the spigot and pressed the handle. They both watched the black liquid fill the cup. “I wish someone else would make the coffee,” he whispered.

“You don’t like my coffee?” She stepped back, her hand to her heart, a shocked expression on her face.

Robert froze, holding the cup in his hand between them. He didn’t know what to say.

Barbara burst out laughing. Her face contorted as she bent a little. “I’m just kidding. Your expression is priceless.” She took the cup and set it down, adding cream from the bottle she’d taken from the fridge. “Lighten up.”

He filled his cup, unable to answer for the moment. “Okay, you got me.”

“It’s Mrs. Cook. She’s in here at six each morning. At her age, she hasn’t got a life. Probably goes home early at night, feeds her cat, fixes her dinner, reads a little, and goes to bed. I think she’s a bit blind. She fills the measuring cup heaping full and dumps at least four of them into the holder. My goodness. Two level cups would be enough. I wish we had a pot of hot water. I’d fill my cup half full of coffee and add water. “

“That’s why we go through so much cream,” he added, stirring his brew. “Maybe we need to substitute a smaller measuring cup.”

“Great idea. I have an extra cup at home. We’ll see if that works.” She patted him on the arm as she turned to the door.

“Barbara?” he cleared his throat.

“Yes?”

He stared at the floor. The words wouldn’t come. “I have a report for you. I’ll drop it by.” That wasn’t what he wanted to say, but it was too late to change. He walked past Barbara, leaving her standing alone in the break room. At his desk, he called himself all kinds of names for not asking her out. He stayed in his office with the door shut for the rest of the day.

~~~

Two days later, he read results from the FBI Lab in Washington, DC. It stated the samples the lab received came from a different year and make of car than what he expected.

He went down to the lab. “Bob, remember those paint samples I gave you?”

“What samples?”

“I gave you some paint samples from a ’54 or ’56 station wagon. The samples were mostly red. I’m not sure if there were any other colors mixed in.”

Bob anxiously checked the room to make sure they were alone, and then led Robert to his office. He opened the bottom desk drawer all the way out and lifted a small strip of wood revealing a space between the false end and the rear panel of the drawer. Bob handed Robert a notebook. He opened it. After turning a few pages, Bob pointed to the page and indicated Robert should read it silently.

Robert read,

After I returned from lunch, I took the paint samples to be mailed and just before I put them in the envelope, I looked at them. I have reason to suspect that the samples I am sending to the FBI are not the same as those given to me by Detective Collins. I weighed them, and the bag weighs more than it did when I first received it. Someone exchanged the bag, not knowing that I keep accurate records. The bag was the same size. The label looked like one of mine. However, the samples inside were not the same shape or size as the ones that were there before.

“Why didn’t you come and tell me right away?” Robert asked

“Shh, I don’t know who to trust around here. I’ve been accepted for a position at a large research company in the Midwest. I’ll be leaving at the end of the month. I didn’t want to jeopardize my new job on just a suspicion,” Bob whispered.

“Just a suspicion? I thought you kept good records? It could be proven that an exchange had taken place,” explained Robert.

“Yeah, with me as the prime suspect. I know there are only a couple of us with the combination to the locker where we keep everything, but that doesn’t mean a lot these days. Whoever did the exchange marked the bag the same way I had marked the original bag.”

“I agree with you. Right now, this station is the most corrupt law enforcement office I’ve had the misfortune to be associated with. I thought this was all taken care of. I guess until you thoroughly clean house, the mold is going to grow back.” Robert nodded.

“I agree, that is why I applied for this new job.”

“I don’t even know how long I’m going to last if things start popping around here. I won’t be bought off or compromised in any way,” Robert ground out between clenched teeth. “That doesn’t mean I can’t be railroaded.”

“That’s right; you lost your wife a while back when a murderer who you helped indict got out of prison and held her hostage. She was murdered, wasn’t she?”

Robert nodded.

“I’m sorry.”

Robert braced for the familiar pain, but it never came. He didn’t bother to correct the mistake. This version was the one the department sent out as a media press release. “Some things just don’t change.”

“I’m glad I’ll be leaving. You’d be smart if you did the same. With your talents and track record you could get a job anywhere.”

Robert nodded but didn’t comment. “What is this book?” he pointed at the book in his hand.

“I keep a diary of things that seem a might unusual or too coincidental. It might save my hide someday. I’ll give it to you when I leave. I hope I don’t ever have to see it once I leave this place. I don’t even want a goodbye party. I’m going to give my notice the day before I take my two weeks of vacation, and I will be out of here.”

“Good luck, Bob. If you still decide to give me the book, I will take good care of it.” Robert left Bob’s office not feeling any better than he did going in.

The paint samples were a wash. The media would get the story they didn’t match, when in reality, the original samples were never sent for testing. Nothing was going very well in this investigation. He felt like a wind-up toy that just ran into things, turned around, and moved until it ran into another wall. Someone was winding him up, and he was tired of it.

~~~

Robert watched the chief speak to the press. “The bulk of the search is centered at Cascade Locks. The Stevens’ car might have gone over an unguarded portion of the road into the river. We’re using drag lines along the bottom of the locks. The current is swift, and the lines have become entangled. We plan to send divers down.”

The reporters called out questions. More photographers flashed their camera bulbs.

Robert looked around the room and didn’t see the star reporter. Anne Sullivan wasn’t in attendance. He grimaced and opened the door to Jake’s office.

“The chief gave his weekly press conference. Guess who was missing?”

Jake stood at the filing cabinet and didn’t answer.

“Anne Sullivan,” Robert continued and pulled the ever-present roll of butterscotch candy from his pocket and popped one into his mouth. Jake nodded and kept filing. Robert continued. “Remember that talk I had a while back with the chief? I told you he’d given me a story about Karl Stevens having heart trouble? I just heard one of the sergeants tell the guys that very same story.” He shook his head in disgust.

“They had probably already decided to use that story, and he was just trying it out on you.”

“I think you’re right. There’re a lot of misleading facts spread around here. The worst thing is that the paper is printing them. I wouldn’t be surprised if I read the story of the heart condition in the paper tomorrow. My guess is Miz Sullivan didn’t need to show up. She got a copy of the chief’s PR before he went down.”

Robert sat forward and looked out the window to check their privacy. “Look at this.” Robert pulled his notebook from his pocket and handed it to Jake. “What do you think about this?”

Jake read over the names of the men in their department reassigned each time Robert had set up a team to go out on a mission.

“They’re always the same ones,” Robert offered as he took the pad from Jake. “For a while, I thought the captain was trying to shut down my investigation.”

“It looks that way to me.” Jake slid his arms into the sleeves of his coat and took his hat off the seat opposite Robert.

Taking the hint, Robert stood and followed him out the door.

“Jake, think about it. It’s always the same four men. I don’t think Arnie’s trying to jeopardize my investigation. Instead, I think he’s protecting me.” He ducked into his office and grabbed his hat and coat and briefcase, flipping off the light as he jogged to catch up with Jake.

“How do you figure that?” Jake continued the conversation.

“He must know things about these guys. I have my suspicions, but he must know. They’re either dirty or they’re moles for someone outside the station.”

Jake was quiet for a moment. “You could be right. They can be a pain in the butt. You’re better without them.”

“I agree. I guess I’ll have to stop complaining about the reassignments. They can’t tell what they don’t know.” The two men walked to Robert’s car.

Stuck to the windshield under the wiper on the driver’s side was a piece of paper. Robert carefully slid it out and turned it over. Printed in black ink, he read,

Bad things can happen when you’re investigating on your own.

“Robert, I think you’ve been threatened. Again,” Jake said, as he read over his partner’s shoulder. He waited for Robert’s reaction.

“That just means I’m on the right track and to stop second-guessing myself.” It was no joking matter. He’d received a similar threat a few years ago and dismissed it. He wouldn’t do it again. That didn’t mean he would cave. He would be better prepared. He patted the gun in the shoulder holster. He didn’t have to check it. He knew just how many rounds were in the clip and how fast he could have one in the chamber.

“You up for some take out? Lorene is having one of her “hen fests” tonight. I could use some male company.”

“I’m game. You fly, I’ll buy?” Robert reached for his wallet. Jake nodded, took the bill, and headed for his car.

They met at Robert’s house and soon had take-out boxes and papers spread over the floor and coffee table. “What do we have on James Corbett?”

Robert pulled out a thick folder and flipped through the papers, finally pulling one out. “We have one connection. When I talked to Maggie Borman, she mentioned Calvin had been friends with James Corbett. They were both fired from Meier & Frank about the same time for stealing. Most of the items stolen were recovered, but not the gun that disappeared at about the same time. I have a report that shows me the gun found by The Dalles Police Department could be a match to a Colt Commander stolen while both James and Calvin worked at the department store. I heard from everyone that Karl was the one who returned the stolen items. I have nothing about James or his dad on record. If the two were in on this, how come James’ father wasn’t contacted?”

Jake shrugged, reading through more reports in his file.

Robert continued. “The two men attended college and roomed together. James’ father paid for the apartment. The boys must have paid for the incidentals. They got other jobs.”

Jake looked up. “What about other friends? I read here that Calvin and his dad had a big fight before he left for the service. What was it about?” Jake put down the folder he had in his hands and began rutting through the pile that was on the chair next to him. “Here it is.”

He opened it and said, “I read here that one of the detectives questioned James. When asked who he hung around with, he lists five other guys. Recognize these names? Royal Kaeding? Michael Ramsey? Walter Comstock? Brody Williams? David Fenton?”

“Yes, Ramsey’s dad owns a large import-export business. Comstock’s father is a prominent lawyer, as is Kaeding’s father, who’s a judge. Williams, I don’t know him. Fenton, isn’t his father a senator? James Corbett owns the largest furniture and office supply store in Portland. You’ve heard of the Northwest Office Supply company?”

Jake nodded. “If the names match the fathers you described, then we do need to talk to these guys. Do these boys have an alibi? Do they need one? It’s more like how well do they know James and Calvin? Since Calvin’s left, what’s their relationship?”

Robert responded, “I think we need to call on them and ask a few questions. We still have Calvin as a person of interest. Don’t you think we need to talk to these boys about a possible motive for Calvin?” Robert made a note on his pad.

Jake pursed his lips and nodded. “Great idea. We’ve nothing else to go on. Possibly Calvin was holding a grudge against his dad. They fought, he moves out and in with James. Somewhere I saw a report that Calvin hated his father because his father disapproved of his lifestyle.” Jake flipped through some of the reports in a file.

Robert looked through his notes and shrugged. “I don’t have anything on his lifestyle. Do you think the fact he was mooching off James was the issue or that he was stealing? Maybe we do need to talk to the boys. You dropped some chop suey on your shirt. Lorene isn’t going to be happy about that.” He pointed his chopsticks at the offending blob.

“I can’t figure out how you’re so good with these things. I can’t seem to get the hang of them.” Jake dropped the sticks and reached for a fork.

“We had Asian neighbors when I was growing up. I loved to eat at their house. We sat on big pillows on the floor and ate with chopsticks. It was different. They had no children, so my brother and I adopted them or they us.”

“Like I always say, Robert, you had an interesting life.” Jake held the white, folded box under his chin and shoveled rice into his mouth. Robert shook his head and laughed.

“I saw a poster for the policeman’s ball. Lorene made me promise to take her.” Jack stuffed an egg roll into his mouth.

Robert didn’t answer. He continued to lay reports out on the coffee table and floor around him.

“I think it would be nice if you came along and kept me company. I’d probably get stuck at some table with a bunch of stuffed shirts.” His comment was met with silence. “I’m not letting this go.”

“I think it’s time for you to go home.” Robert raised his brows at his friend. “You’re not marking on the right side of the tally sheet anymore.”

Jake just smiled while Robert made notes of the questions to ask the boys. About ten o’clock, Jake called it a night and went home. Robert gathered the notes and folders to take back to the office and went to bed.

He thought about the ball. He’d taken Becca to the dance. She’d love it. He’d danced with her and Lorene, when Jake begged off, saying his football injury was acting up. Barbara’s face came to his mind. He bet she could dance. He went to sleep with a smile on his face.

~~~

Jake and Robert watched the activity in the squad room. It looked a war had taken place, and everyone was a casualty. “Did we raid skid row or something?” Jake whispered. Men and women filled the chairs and benches waiting to be booked. The smell of body odor, wet wool, and mildew hung in the air.

Robert looked out the small window above his head; it was snowing a little mixed with rain. “Looking for a dry place to sleep even if it’s a jail.” He went into his office and shut the door, hoping to but a barrier between him and everything in the squad room.

He looked up at the sound of a soft knock on his office door. “Come in.”

Barbara pushed the door open all the way and walked to his desk. Robert smiled, unaware that his dimples caused Barbara’s heart to speed. He thought, She’s a beautiful woman. I wonder why she isn’t married. Her light brown hair curled softly on her shoulders, and when she was working hard at her typing, he noticed that sometimes she pursed her lips to blow air up and her bangs would fluff out. It was cute when she did it. Now she was staring at him. He gave a little cough.

“Barbara. What can I do for you?” He crossed his arms on the top of the desk.

She had a plate with some waxed paper taped to it. “My dad made some jerky in a new brine. I heard that you like it, and he asked if you would taste this.” She held out the plate for him.

A little surprised at her request, Robert pulled the tape off the bottom of the plate and lifted the edge. The pieces were the right color, not too thick or thin. Chewing on a chunk, he tasted sweet, salt, a bit of pepper, and the smoked hickory flavor. He liked to hunt and fish now and then. He smoked some of the salmon he caught, and his particular brine recipe was one that the rest of the guys were trying to worm out of him.

He nodded at her. “Mighty tasty. I think your dad has a good thing here. He must have added some liquid smoke to flavor it.” He nodded again, and as she reached for the plate, he stuck his hand beneath the wrapper. “Do you mind if I take a few more pieces?”

She gave him a slow smile that triggered a now familiar effect he didn’t want to dwell on. “Sure, take what you want. Dad has more. I’m going to put the rest in the break room.”

“Thanks.” He set a few pieces on a scrap sheet of paper. She stood looking at him. Her eyes were soft. She gave him a slight smile that stabbed at the armor he’d built around his heart since his wife died. “Was there something else you wanted?

“Yes, but you’re not ready for it.” She turned, and her skirt flared out a little. The wide, black belt accented her small waist and made her, well, he wasn’t going to admit that she had a magnificent chest. He had managed to keep from staring at it each time he walked by her. He might be a widower, but he wasn’t dead.

“So, what did Miss Babs want?” Jake leaned against the door. “You know she has the hots for you.”

“Come on, Jake, I’m too old for her.”

“I happen to know that she is just four years younger than you are. At twenty-six, my guess is that she’s ready to settle down, and I think she has you on her radar.”

Robert rubbed his palm nervously over his crew cut. “I am not cut out to be a husband. In this job, it just isn’t wise.”

“You think that I’m stupid for marrying Lorene?” Jake closed the door and picked up a pile of folders from a chair and sat down. “You think that any guy here is a fool for getting married and wanting a family?”

“No, I’m sure some women can handle the kind of pressure and worry that goes with our job. I—well—I.” He didn’t know how to go on.

“You’re just afraid that you’ll make the same mistake you made before.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.”

“I’m not a shrink or a counselor, but I know there are good women out there who have the stamina to handle the job. Lorene and I talked a lot before we got married about what she was going to face. She talked to other officer’s wives. She knew what she was getting into when I asked her to marry me. I’m not saying Babs is the right one, but at least she knows the rules, the situations, and the risks. She works here every day, probably knows you better than you do. Women talk, that’s all they do around here.” Jake joked to lighten the seriousness of what he said.

“You’re right. I don’t know that I’m ready to take that step.” A sigh crept into his voice.

“Maybe not, but you can at least get back up on the horse after you have been thrown off. Ask Barbara out on a date. The Policeman’s Ball is coming up in a month. Ask her as your date.”

A cold chill ran through him, and he almost shivered. Ask her out? “Ah, well, I’ll think about it.”

“You’re chicken.” Jake chuckled, “The great and mighty Robert Collins is afraid to ask a girl to a dance.”

“When you put it that way, no.” He rubbed a palm over his face.

Jake stood and leaned over the desk, resting his palms on the papers scattered in piles, “That is all it is. You aren’t asking her to marry you or to see you as a potential husband. You aren’t setting her up as a potential wife. You’re just a guy asking a girl on a date. Keep it at that, and you’ll do fine. Buck up, brother, I don’t want to have to go to this thing without my partner again.” He wrapped his hands around his neck as if in a chokehold and pretended to gasp for air.

“Come on, it’s not that bad.” Robert laughed.

“You said that, not me, so there’s no reason not to ask the young lady to the dance.” He saluted Robert as he walked out the door. “Don’t wait too long, Nate has been eyeing her.”

“Oh, Lord.” Robert dropped his head in his arms. No pressure? Not that he even considered Nate any competition, but he would have to gather his courage and ask really soon.

~~~

Two days later, Robert opened an envelope with no return address, marked Personal. That probably set Nate off on the run to the chief. The cancellation stamp read Portland, Oregon, possibly downtown. He took out a single sheet of paper.

Calvin and James were having a homosexual relationship. Calvin and his father fought about it, and he moved out of the house and into the apartment with James Corbett. Not long after that, Calvin shipped out back east to a seminary. You might want to know what went on at Kaeding’s parties.

Robert laid the sheet of paper on the desk and let it bend into the fold. Who was sending him these notes? On the one hand, someone wanted the truth to come out. On the other hand, someone was sending him threatening letters. He stuffed the note in his briefcase and made a call to Maggie.

Chapter 9

Robert pulled up to Tom and Maggie Borman’s house. He accessed the modest home. It sat in a neighborhood similar to the Stevens’. Neither looked out of the ordinary. No one would have guessed what went on behind the Stevens’ door any more than what went on behind the Borman’s door, or any other entry on this street. What went on behind locked doors stayed there.

He slid out of the car and walked to the porch. He wondered how many women stood, shielded by a curtain, wondering what he was doing there. The neighbors on the Stevens’ block remarked how friendly the family was and how Calvin had mowed lawns for money when he was younger. Now, all that had changed. They had questions about the family. He would love to be at their dinner table talk. What little things did they now think odd?

He pressed the doorbell. Maggie opened the door and stepped aside for him to come in. She didn’t welcome him, just shut the door behind him, and proceeded him to the living room where Tom stood waiting.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I’m sorry to have to involve you in my investigation so much. You’re the only ones who know the family inside and out.” He took the chair that Tom indicated and sat when they did.

“What can we help you with this time?” Tom asked.

“What can you tell me about Calvin and his friends? Their relation to Karl and the family?” Robert jumped right in with questions.

“Nothing. Calvin didn’t bring his friends around much. James had been to the house a few times. Debra told me she’d come home a few times and James was there with Calvin. She told Calvin she didn’t want them at home with the girls alone,” Maggie shared

“Did she tell you why she said that? I mean the girls were young. I don’t think the boys would have any interest in them.”

Maggie looked at Tom. They shared a look, then Tom nodded. He turned to Robert.

“James and Calvin were homosexuals. It’s one of the reasons, Karl wanted Calvin out of the house.” Tom spoke with a matter-of-fact tone.

Robert remained silent, taking in this latest piece of information. “I assume they were open in front of Karl and Debra?” He turned to Maggie. “How did Debra take this?”

“She was crushed. She came over and cried for an hour or two after it happened.”

“What happened?” Robert tilted his head in question.

“Oh, Karl walked in on the two boys… uh… um. Anyway, he caught them and ordered them to get dressed and get out of the house.” Maggie’s face flushed.

“I see. That would be disconcerting. Did the boys leave the house?”

Tom answered. “They were already living at James’ apartment but had come back to get some things of Calvin’s. The girls were downstairs playing. That’s what made Karl mad, doing that in his own house.”

“Did Calvin stay away from the house after that?”

“No. Calvin only went back when he was sure his parents weren’t home. He might have had a key, or he only went to the house when Kelly was home.”

“How was his relationship with the girls?” Robert asked. “If he was a homosexual, he must have been a good friend to them?”

“You’d think.” Tom’s voice had a cutting sarcastic edge to it.

“That wasn’t the case?” Robert inserted.

“Would you like some coffee and cake? I made some earlier.” Maggie stood, facing Robert with a smile.

He wasn’t expected to decline, so he nodded. Maggie turned and went to the kitchen. He could hear the sounds of glass and silverware being set out.

Tom remained quiet for a moment then spoke. “I don’t know for sure, but I think Calvin might have done something to Kelly. When we’re all together, Kelly never came anywhere near Calvin. The other girls climbed all over him, and he played with them. Nothing out of the ordinary I could see. I never noticed it until Maggie mentioned it. All the family pictures, Christmas, Easter, picnics, Kelly is on the opposite side of wherever Calvin sat. You saw the family picture in the paper?” Robert nodded. “She’s next to her father, and she’s not smiling.”

“I have a report of someone running from the house early Monday morning. A cab was seen at the curb with the motor running.” Robert added, “We checked and that company didn’t dispatch a cab to that location.”

Tom rubbed his chin. Maggie came into the room with a tray and handed him a plate of cake and a cup of coffee. Tom told Maggie about the cab, and she shook her head. “I never heard anything about that.”

“I hate to bring this up. Could there have been something going on between the boys and Kelly? You say Karl walked in on the boys during an act?” Tom and Maggie both nodded, staring at their cups. “Could one of them—uh—um—had relations with Kelly? Was there a boy she might have been seeing from school?” He tried to stem the questions threatening to spew from his brain to his mouth.

Maggie took a sip from her cup and took a tiny bit of cake. The piece was so small, Robert watched to see if it fell off the fork tines.

Maggie worried her lip a moment. “I don’t know,” she answered staring at her plate.

Robert knew she was hiding something. “I have another question. Had a doctor checked Kelly recently? I saw a doctor’s receipt. Who was her doctor?

“Doctor Mattson,” Maggie answered. “We have the same family doctor.”

“Do you have his number?”

She nodded, set the plate on the coffee table, and reached into the drawer in the end table. She pulled the arrow tab down the side of the metal rectangle, then pressed the bar at the bottom. The lid snapped up, and she ran her finger halfway down the page. He wrote the name and number in his notebook as she read it off.

“I’ve been reading there’s a search for the car near Cascade Locks. How do they think it got all the way in there?” Tom frowned at Robert.

“I can’t talk about the case.” Robert shook his head in sympathy. “You can read what we can release in the papers. Just don’t believe everything you read in there.”

~~~

Robert drove back to the station. He looked in the typing pool room, but Barbara wasn’t there. He continued toward his office, but when he saw Jake at his desk, he turned in and sat across from him.

“How are you feeling?”

“No good, that’s for sure.” He cupped his swollen cheek with his hand.

“What are you doing here?”

“Lorene got tired of me and left to go somewhere with her sister. I didn’t want to lie around, so I came in. She doesn’t have any sympathy for my pain.” His eyes moved from Robert to the doorway.

Robert turned to see Barbara standing there, her hands on her hips.

“What are you doing here? How come you aren’t home resting? You’re in pain. I’m sure you think it’s the worst ever.” Barbara shook her head at Jake

Jake cocked his head to one side. “It is. I can feel my heart throbbing in my cheek.” His voice rose a little.

“I’m sure it is. Lorene called me to say she got home, and you weren’t there. She got worried and called me. Pain is subject to the person feeling it. What is excruciating to you might be manageable to someone else. I think, from the looks of your cheek, you need to go home.” She smiled a little, like a mother to a recalcitrant child.

“I’ll take him home,” Robert interjected.

Barbara’s smile changed as her eyes met his. “Thanks.” Her voice softened. She nodded to them and left.

“You’d better hurry and ask her. I’m just telling you.” Jake’s voice sounded like he had cotton in his mouth. “What did you find out from the Bormans?”

Robert repeated the conversation until he mentioned homosexuals and Jake interrupted.

“Homosexuals? What was this all about?” Jake eyebrows practically disappeared into his hairline.

“I know. It shocked me, and I had to cover myself. The Bormans seem to think Calvin might have been indiscrete with Kelly. That doesn’t sound like a homosexual.” He showed Jake the pictures.

Jake nodded. “Now that you point it out, that does look a little odd. It could be explained, but if Tom and Maggie noticed it, we’d better make a note of it too.”

“That would give credence to the part where Karl sent Calvin off to a seminary.”

“He did? I thought he went into the service.” Jake put his hand on his forehead.

“We need to get you home.” Robert started to get up.

“Did you ask her yet?” Jake opened one eye to pin Robert to his chair.

“Ask what?” Robert resided in his seat.

“Not what, who. Did you ask Babs to the dance?”

Robert immediately fiddled with the crease on his trousers. “Not yet.”

“When are you going to ask her? The dance is just six weeks away. Women like to plan what they’re going to wear. Are you taking her to dinner before the dance?” Jake pecked away at Robert.

Robert lifted his face; his eyes narrowed to slits.

“If this was a cartoon strip,” Jake remarked, “steam would be rising out of your ears, and a whistle would be blowing out of the top of your head.” A smile spread across Jake’s face.

“What are you laughing about? This isn’t a laughing matter,” Robert ground out between clenched teeth.

“I agree there’s nothing funny about murder, even if we don’t have a body or bodies. This is serious stuff. I think Babs is expecting you to ask her out. I overheard her quizzing one of the other women in the typing pool if they’d heard any news of you going to the dance.”

“Jake, I said I would think about it.” His eyes narrowed on Jake daring him to continue.

Jake pressed on. His voice, light and casual, as if they were talking about the weather. “Do you think at some point the Stevens family met any or all of James’ friends? You know what I mean, a cosmic instance where everything collides and from that something happens?”

“Jake, you’re nuts.” The constant changing of subjects threatened Robert’s sanity. It showed in the erratic way his hands continued over the crease, or lack of it, in his slacks. He forced his hands to stop moving.

“I mean the theory of evolution is that there was this big bang and we all came to be.”

“You don’t believe all that crap, do you?” Robert frowned at his friend. Had Jake stepped over the edge somehow and Robert not seen it coming? Was the medication affecting his brain?

“No, but the moment you ask Babs to the dance, it might be the thing that opens this case.”

“What are you talking about?” Robert enunciated each word as he stood, leaning his fists on Jake’s desk, glaring at him.

Jake threw up his hands in mock defense. “Look, I’m just saying there are a couple of things that might make sense here. If we could find some incident where the Stevens family had some meeting with Calvin’s friends, there might be a line of connection there. I’m not saying there is a connection. I could be grasping at straws, but if there was, we should see where it takes us. What if Calvin asked his friends to come over and move his stuff out? They might have met the family.”

Robert shook with frustration and disbelief. “I get that point, and I agree. It’s a possibility that there might be some chain of evidence through James and his friends. After all, they’re all here, Calvin is not, but he has an alibi.”

“Right. We need to see if there is a chain of evidence. Now back to Babs. When are you going to ask her? Lorene wants to know.”

“Lorene, is it? It sounds like YOU want to know.

“Okay, so I’m nosy. I don’t care if you don’t marry her; I think you need to explore the dating scene again. It might take that edginess off you.”

Robert moved to the door. “GO HOME! Go and see your wife and leave me and my life alone.”

“That’s it, Robert, you don’t have a life. You go to work and go home and sleep. That isn’t a life, it’s an existence,” Jake shot back.

“I like my life the way it is.” The bold statement was lost on Jake

“No, you don’t, it is just a safe cocoon. At some point in time, the animal has to change and work its way out. If not, it dies in the shell. Be careful of what option you choose. I don’t want to lose my friend and partner.”

With that comment, Robert turned and strode out the door, careful not to slam it. He heard a soft chuckle and, “I thought you were going to drive me home.”

Robert turned back and opened the door, “Come on. I should send you home in a squad car. I might stop and kill you myself before we get there.”

~~~

After taking Jake home, getting him up to the house into Lorene’s care, he headed back to the station. He stood at his desk, pondering the last bit of advice Jake gave him. The last option was not one he wanted either. He’d seen cops break under pressure, letting the job and the incidents get the best of them. The idea that he lived in a cocoon was a little much, but true. The work had taken the place of living. He didn’t socialize with the rest of the team. The guys had stopped inviting him to their BBQs and card parties. Jake was the only one who wouldn’t let him slink off into his hole. Before he could talk himself out of it, he made his way to the typing pool room.

It was lunch or break. Most of the women were away from their desks. Barbara sat talking to a couple of the other women behind her.

“Excuse me, ladies. Barbara, may I speak to you a moment?” He smiled at the three women, showing his dimples. They all grinned and nodded, bobbing their heads up and down.

Barbara followed him away from the group to a water cooler on the far side of the room. She filled a paper cone and turned to him

“Yes?” She waited, sipping from the cup, leaving a little red ring of lipstick on the paper.

He cleared his throat, then pressed on. “I was wondering if you had a date for the Policeman’s Ball.”

“There’s been some talk, but I haven’t been officially asked.” She gave him an encouraging smile.

“Then I would like to officially ask you to be my date at the Policeman’s Ball.” It came out in a little breathy rush.

Barbara gave him a smile that reached the corners of her eyes. “The answer is yes.”

“Great, I’ll make early dinner reservations, then we’ll go to the party.” His confident grin had slid to a nervous grimace.

“Why, thank you.” Her soft voice touched him, caressed him, “I think that would be fun. You can tell me all the details later.” She squeezed his arm and turned to go back to her desk.

“Ah, right, I—ah—will do that. See ya’,” he turned and almost rushed out of the room, but he forced himself to amble to Jake’s office. He dialed Jake’s number, and Lorene said he was resting, but handed Jake the receiver anyway. “Okay, I did it, and she said yes.”

“And you’re still living, breathing, and walking. It wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jake leaned back in his chair and locked his fingers behind his head.

“Okay, it was bad, but I made it, and we are going to dinner before the dance. Do you and Lorene want to go too?” Robert asked hopefully.

“Sure, let me know where you want to go.” Robert could almost see Jake smile.

“I was hoping you would take care of that part and let me know.” Robert ran a hand down his thigh, stilling the trembles. He didn’t realize until now how weak his legs felt.

“No problem, I’m sure Lorene will have some idea where to go. She can call Babs, as they’re already friends.” Jake yawned into the phone.

“Rest. I’m going to set up a meeting with the first group of boys in a day or so.”

“All right.” Came the answer through another yawn.

“Jake? Thanks.”

“Welcome.”

Chapter 10

The time had come to call James Corbett. Robert opened the folder with James’ information. What did he really know about this kid? He wasn’t much of a kid at twenty-nine. He hadn’t matured. He acted like a young, college frat boy. He coached a college boys’ basketball team. It couldn’t pay much, so what did he do for money?

“Whose bio are you burning holes in?” Jake asked as he sat down across from Robert.

“Don’t you have a desk?” Robert looked up.

“I do, in fact, have one of those. It’s in much better condition than yours. You have more information about the case. I think talking it out works better than us trying to do the same thing alone.” Jake crossed a leg over his knee and smiled at his friend.

Robert raised one eyebrow. “You think so? I see you’re feeling chipper. You must be over your toothache, or has Lorene been good to you?”

“I do feel better.” Jake grinned. “I had a root canal, and now it’s all better, thank you for your concern. Yes,” his grin widened, “Lorene’s been verrry good to me. What’s got you in the dumps today?”

“I’m not. I’m looking through James’ file. I need to talk to him. He seems to be the one who might have some answers.”

“He’s Calvin’s best friend, or was. They were lovers, it seems.” Jake frowned. “You think they were homosexuals?”

“James is engaged.”

“Really? How’d you find that out?”

Robert held up the Oregonian. “Right here on the society page is the engagement announcement.”

Jake took the paper and looked at the picture of the happy couple, then at the date of the article. “Eight months before the family went missing. Hmmm? That cancels the homosexual theory. I’d guess the boys were having some fun experimenting and got caught.”

“My guess too.” Robert nodded and refolded the paper, putting it back into the envelope.

“Where’d you get that?” Jake leaned forward to stare at the addressed, stamped envelope.

“I got it in the mail.” He held it up. “No return address. Just this page. That’s not the only thing I received. I have parts of clues here and there. Someone’s doing some sleuthing for us. I’ve got no complaints.”

“If James isn’t a homosexual, then he has to be cringing over the name-calling,” Jake added.

“Unless his engagement puts that to rest. It isn’t an issue other than it’s why Calvin was sent away. I guess we’ll have to ask what his relationship to the family was. Maggie didn’t seem to think he was close to them after the incident.”

“Your ten o’clock is here,” Nate announced as he pushed the door wider.

“Thanks, Nate.” Robert stood. Picked up the envelope and file. “Guess we’d better go see what Mr. Corbett has to say. I wonder if his dad will send a lawyer with him.”

Jake looked out the door as Nate walked away. “Did he lose the taps, or am I getting so used to hearing them that I missed the sound of his approach?

“I didn’t hear them either. Maybe he sent the taps to be re-tapped?” Robert chuckled at his joke.

“Now I have to be careful what I say, in case he’s standing near the door. I could hear him coming before.”

The two walked to the interrogation room. James sat alone. Robert took a moment to observe the young man, who couldn’t see him.

James slouched in the metal chair. His feet, encased in penny loafers, stretched out under the metal table. He wore his hair cut in a butch style. His long fingers played with a pair of sunglasses.

The day had been overcast and a threat of rain. He at least wore a brown bomber jacket over his white, cotton, T-shirt. Robert recognized the look. James was a bad boy and dressed for his reputation. Robert looked at the file again, at twenty-nine, he should be over this attitude. Some boys never grow up. He turned the handle and pushed the door open. James made a slight jerk with his body, then forced it to relax. The response to stand when an adult or authority figure entered a room showed some good training. Robert mentally gave his parents a mark for trying.

“Mr. Corbett, this is Detective Jake Monroe, and I’m Robert Collins.” They both shook hands with the young man who remained seated. He straightened and folded his hands on the table.

“You know my name already. What can I do for the fine Portland police?” The tone sounded pleasant but verged on insolent.

“Thank you for coming down to the station. Do I have your permission to record this session?” After a moment of thought, James nodded. Robert pressed the record button, adjusted the short, microphone on the table to face James.

“Let’s get the preliminaries out of the way. Please state your full name, just for the record.” Robert laid his papers to one side and positioned his pad with his pen to write notes. “I don’t like to rely on the tape recorder for these interviews. Something could go wrong.”

James answered the fundamental identification questions, even leaning forward over the table to watch Robert write the answers. When Robert finished writing, he tapped the pen on the pad a few times.

“We have a few questions to ask you about the Stevens family. You heard they’re missing?”

“Yes. I read about it in the papers. So sad about them. I was a friend to Calvin Stevens before he left town.” Robert thought James seemed to have expected the question and had a ready answer. It tripped off his tongue as if he’d practiced it with just the right amount of empathy.

“That’s why we asked you to come down. How well did you know the family?” Robert began.

James relaxed. “I’ve been to their house many times with Calvin. I’ve been there for family barbeques and the girl’s birthdays.”

“How many times would you say you’ve been in the house?” Robert continued.

The answer flowed smoothly. “I don’t know. Quite a few times.”

“When was the last time you were there?” Jake interjected.

The answer didn’t roll off his tongue as the others did. Seconds passed. He frowned, staring at the table before answering. “The last time I was there?” He repeated the question. “I think it might have been when we were moving Calvin’s stuff to my apartment?”

“Was that when Mr. Stevens walked in on you and Calvin?” Robert kept his voice even with no judgment.

Another long pause before answering. “Yes.”

“If I might be a bit more indelicate about this. How did Mr. Stevens react to the two of you? Was he violent in any way?” Jake asked the questions.

James lifted his gaze to Robert. “He stood there for a moment. I almost laughed at the shocked look on his face. Then he slammed the door and yelled, ‘GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE!’ We gathered the last of Calvin’s things and went downstairs.”

“You left?”

“Not right away. The girls, Sara and Darla, came into the room, but he ordered them to leave and go upstairs. They pouted and gave Calvin and me a hug, then left.”

“He let them hug you and Calvin?”

James relaxed against the back of the chair and put his hands behind his head. A slight smile creased his lips. “No, they just hugged me. We’ve been friends forever, and they called me Uncle James.”

Robert looked at Jake for a moment. Jake grimaced in return.

“I see. So, you were quite close?” He ignored James’ nod. “How would you say Calvin and his dad got along?”

“I think Calvin was a disappointment to him.” He answered with a sigh. “I think he wanted Calvin to go into a trade. When Calvin didn’t, he came down on him hard.”

Robert opened a folder, looked at the page for a moment, then at James. “The two of you worked for Meier & Frank department store. Is that how you met?”

“So, you got my rap sheet?” The sardonic grin once again in place. “Yes, that’s where we met. Yes, we did steal some stuff. Calvin’s old man found out and beat him up until he told where he hid the stuff. The old man got it and returned it.” He shrugged

Robert looked again at the sheet. “There were a few things not returned.” His eyes met James gaze

James shook his head. “I didn’t have anything to do with whatever is missing. They blamed all their lost stuff on us. That’s not true. What was returned was what we took.”

“Why did you take it?” Jake’s turn.

Another shrug. “Just a lark. To see if we could get away with it. We did for a while, then when someone else must have taken stuff, we got blamed.”

“You got blamed. As if it wasn’t your fault?” Jake pointed.

“Hey, man, it wasn’t our stuff. We didn’t take all the stuff the manager said we did.”

“Okay, let’s get back to the Stevens family. Calvin left over a year ago. Did you go over to the family’s house after that?”

“I stopped by a few times.”

“When?”

“I don’t know. Last summer maybe? They were outside, and I stopped by to ask about Calvin.”

“Who’d you talk to?”

“Mrs. Stevens, the girls.”

“Which ones?”

“All of them, they were all outside.”

James cleared his throat a bit.

“Do you want water or something?” Jakes asked. When Calvin nodded, he left the room.

“Did you by any chance give the girls gifts? I know friends often do that.” Roberts made a small tic next to the question on his notepad.

James thought for a moment before answering. “I might have. I think it might have been for one of the girl’s birthdays. Kelly, I think. I got her a cheap little necklace.” He nodded to himself.

“That was all? Just the necklace?”

“I might have given one of the girls a bracelet or two.”

“Which girl?”

Jake came in and handed James a tin cup of water. James drank from the container with slow, deliberate swallows until it was gone.

“Thanks. What was your question?” James set the cup down, and Jake moved it to his side of the table.

“Which of the girls did you give a bracelet?” Robert pretended to read back his question.

“Oh, yeah. I don’t remember. Maybe it was the youngest, Sara. Not a big deal.”

“When was the last time you saw Calvin?”

“I went to visit him last fall.” James gave the information as a matter of fact.

Robert wrote the fact down. “You flew out to see him?”

He murmured an agreement.

“Have you called him?” Jake asked. “After he left here and went to a seminary?”

“Seminary? Are you joking? That’s a hoot!” James began to laugh. A forced laugh that he pushed to be louder and harder. “You think he went to be a minister? No way.” He sat up straight and stopped laughing. His voice turned sardonic. “He went back east to a religious college but joined the Navy. You’d better get your stories straight.”

He paused, then squinted his eyes, looking first at Robert, then at Jake. “You knew that already. You were trying to catch me.” He folded his arms. “I see who you are.” He spoke as if he’d come to some self-realization.

“We have just a few more questions for now. Is that all right with you?” Robert asked.

James nodded.

“Who else did you associate with? I mean you’re out of college. Do you have friends who you and Calvin shared? College buddies?”

James rattled off a few names as Robert wrote them down. “Did they ever spend any time with Calvin at his house?”

“I don’t know. You’d have to ask them. I didn’t spend every day of the week with Calvin. He had his own friends.”

“Most of them were your friends though,” Jake interjected.

He shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know for sure.”

Robert folded the pad closed. “Thank you for your cooperation. You’re sure it’s okay to contact you if we have any other questions?”

“Yeah, sure. Anything I can do to help you find what happened to Calvin’s family. I know he’d want me to help. Is there anyone you want me to talk to for you?” He stood, not leaving immediately

“No, I think we can handle the questioning.

“Sure, just ask if you need anything, or if I can help.”

Robert looked up as he slid his chair back. “One last question. Can you confirm you and Calvin are in a..” He paused, “homosexual relationship?”

The lawyer leapt to his feet. “You don’t have to answer that. It has nothing to do with this. Let’s go, James.”

Robert remained seated, his eyes on James.

James stood and gave Robert a smirk, “Like he said that has nothing to do with the Stevens family.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and sauntered out the door.

Robert shook his head. “Arrogant kid.”

“He knows,” Jake responded.

“Knows?”

“He knows what happened to the Stevens family. There was an underlying smugness to his answers. See how quick at the end of the questions he offered to help?”

Robert nodded to Jake’s question.

Jake continued to talk as they walked back through the squad room. Robert stepped up his pace so Jake couldn’t maintain the conversation until they’d reached his office.

“Hold on. What’s your hurry?” Jake followed Robert into his office.

Robert shut the door. “Sure got a lot of interest in our interrogation. Think we might be a little closer to a mole source?”

Jake glanced at the room as he passed the window on the way to his desk. “Yes, I see some whispers and looks.”

Chapter 11

Robert called the homes of the list of men that James had given him. He arranged to interview them, and whomever they brought, to come in at three-hour intervals.

Michael Ramsey and Brody Williams arrived first with their fathers. Gerald, Brody’s Williams father, stood behind his son dressed in his Oregon State Police uniform.

When Robert saw Gerald Williams, he went straight to him and shook his hand, “I’m sorry to drag you down here, sir. We want to connect some dots.” Gerald gave him a stiff smile in return but did not relax his stance.

Robert returned to the table and began to spread his notebook, portfolio, and pens in front of him, then took a moment to look at the two young men before him. Michael wore a white shirt with a blue, cable-knit vest over it. Robert noted the tie in a proper Windsor knot. His hair shone. He also wore knifepoint, pleated pants and wingtip shoes. Classy dresser. His father was similarly dressed.

Brody, on the other hand, wore a plaid shirt buttoned to the neck, no tie but he had on a cardigan over brown slacks. His hair was shaped in a crew cut. Neither looked or spoke to each other. They kept their hands glued to their knees.

“Thank you all for coming.” Robert nodded at the boys and their fathers.

“I’m going to record this session. I might be young, but I can’t remember everything.” He tried to lighten the situation, but the fathers never cracked a smile. The reel-to-reel recorder sat next to Robert. He adjusted the microphone on its stand in the middle of the table, between the two boys.

Robert smoothed the legal pad in front of him. “Please clearly state your names and your occupations. If you’re a student, say that.”

Each boy spoke loud enough to be recorded.

“I’ve asked you both here because you’re friends of Calvin Stevens. I know you are aware that we are investigating the disappearance of his parents and his sisters. Calvin is a person of interest in this case, and I would like to know what you can tell me about him.”

The two boys said nothing. Robert looked at his notes and began, “When and how did you meet Calvin Stevens?” He pointed his pen at Michael.

“James brought him to a party we had years ago when we first got out of college. He…” Michael’s father gave his son a poke.

“Mr. Ramsey. You are allowed here only at my discretion. Both men are over the legal age, and unless you are their legal counsel, I suggest you listen and don’t interfere.” Robert gave both men a cold, confident stare. They nodded.

“Michael, please tell me how Calvin came to be accepted into your group.”

“James brought him to some of the parties. He hung out with us all the time.” Michael was very nervous, Robert made a note.

“What are you doing since you graduated from college? Jobs? University?” He tried to put the younger men at ease.

“I’m in college, working on my bachelor’s degree,” Michael offered.

“Getting good grades?” Robert watched the young man, but he was like a cat on a hot tin roof.

“Ah, well, I am getting better grades this year. I think that I’ve matured and know what I want to be.”

“Really? What is that?” Robert wasn’t as curious about the job, but he wondered why all of a sudden Michael thought he had matured this year and was buckling down and studying.

“I am studying international marketing and business. I’ll be working for my father’s company.”

Robert looked at the father. There was no sense of pride or smile that he was satisfied. It was more like grim determination to get out of this room.

What are they hiding? Robert thought.

“Mr. Williams.” Both men leaned a little forward. “I’m sorry, Brody. What are you doing and what are your plans for the future?”

Gerald spoke before his son could answer. “What does this have to do with you calling my son down here? You said you wanted to know what they knew about Calvin Stevens. He met him a year ago, the kid hung around their group, and then he went into the service, and that is it. What more do you want?”

Robert looked up at the father. He knew the man to be protecting his son, but did he know what his son was involved in?

“First of all, I am conducting this interview, and I want to know what kind of men they are. I also want to know what they are doing with their time, if they have jobs or not. To quote a famous line: ‘Idle hands are the devil’s workshop.’ So, Brody, what are you doing now?” he went back to his line of questioning, ignoring the father.

“I’ll finish school here. I’ve applied to West Point.” There was pride in his voice.

“Good for you.” Robert nodded. “How well did you know Calvin? What do you know about him and his relationship with his family?”

Brody answered first. “He showed up with James, he talked big, but Calvin didn’t have a job, so he didn’t contribute much.”

“Did that make you a little upset with him or James?”

“No. James paid the way for both of them. If we ordered pizza, James paid.”

“Michael, how did you feel about Calvin tagging along on all your parties?”

He shrugged. “I was okay with it. He was fun.”

Robert leaned back in his chair and looked at the four men across from him. “Do you think that Calvin had anything to do with his family’s disappearance?” He held up his hand, “The younger men to answer, please.”

Brody and Michael looked at each other. Brody spoke first, “I don’t know think he could kill them. I know he hated his parents, he was always saying that he wished they were dead.” Michael nodded at the last part.

Robert turned to Michael. “Any idea who Calvin might have talked to if he wanted to do this?”

“No. In the last year or so, before he left for the East Coast, we met up for parties, but we didn’t hang with him or James on a regular basis. We were told Cavin went into the service, and that was it. We didn’t see him again.” Neither of the boys looked at each other. Their answers sounded memorized, or perhaps none of Robert’s questions warranted a lie, so they were telling the truth to that point. Robert looked down at his notes. What was he missing?

“You didn’t see him when he came home on leave last fall?” Robert spoke, half-looking at the paper hiding behind the folder.

“I didn’t,” Brody answered. “I was in class, so I missed the party they had for him.”

“Who had the party?”

“David Fenton, I think.” Brody gave Michael a slight glance. Michael shrugged.

“You didn’t go either?” Robert tapped his pen on the legal pad, while he looked at Michael.

“Yeah, I went. It wasn’t much, just a bunch of guys and their girlfriends sitting around.

“Where was the party?”

“At David’s house.”

“Thank you for coming down here. I know I took up your time, but everything helps in cases like this.”

The young men across the table stood.

“One more thing. Did you ever meet any of Calvin’s family?” Robert slipped the question in casually, as if it were an afterthought.

Brody shook his head, but Michael nodded.

“You met the Stevens family? When?”

“When we moved Calvin’s stuff out of the house. The mother and sisters watched us. His dad sat in the living room watching everything we took out.”

“And Calvin didn’t bring his sister to the party?” He looked at the boys for their reactions. Brody stood with his back to Robert, facing his father.

Michael stopped moving, to stand still for a second or two, then resumed the action. He shrugged one shoulder. “I didn’t notice.”

“So, she could have been there, you just didn’t notice if she was.” Robert remained seated but leaned over the table with his eyes on Michael.

Michael tried to make it sound as if the question were ridiculous. “I suppose. Why would a guy bring his dopey little sister with him?”

“I don’t know.” Robert paused, and then continued. “Maybe he had to babysit. No, not that, he wasn’t in the house anymore. Maybe he was asked to bring her by someone at the party?”

Michael turned toward his father and began to move toward the door. “You’ll have to ask all the others who were there.”

“Are we done?” Brody’s dad ushered his son to the door.

Robert nodded. He let the two men go. Mr. Ramsay followed them.

Gerald Williams waited until the others left the room. “Why did you need to know this? They met the family, but that has nothing to do with their disappearance. I hope this is the last time we have to come down here.”

“I hope, for their sake, it is too,” Robert returned.

“What possible reason would you have to call them back?” Gerald rested the tips of his fingers on the table, using them to support his weight.

“That’s what we intend to find out.” Robert arranged his papers before speaking. “This is a bizarre case. We have thousands of leads, but there is nothing that we can pinpoint to the reason or motive in the disappearance of this family. We want to explore all leads.”

“What would these boys have to do with the disappearance of the family?” Mr. Williams persisted.

“Let’s just hypothesize for a moment, off the record.” Robert pressed the stop button on the recorder. “What if, one or all of the boys witnessed some altercation between Calvin and his parents? What if they knew of some reason Calvin would want his parents dead? Maybe he got drunk one night and spouted off how he could commit the perfect crime? Who knows? I am just exploring every avenue. If your son knows anything that can help us, I’d appreciate a call from him. Right now, I am not ruling out any possible suspects. You know well enough that any time people have contact with a victim or victims, we want to know it. Not that it’s going to tell us anything, but it rules out possibilities.”

Mr. Williams nodded. “I’ll ask those questions myself. I don’t want my son involved in anything that’s going to interfere with his education. I want him cleared of any connection to this group and this family. He has excellent grades and a recommendation from two senators to get into West Point.” Gerald leaned across the table. His eyes were even with Robert, as they stood only a couple of feet apart. “Nothing is going to stand in the way of my son’s getting that appointment. Do you hear me? Nothing.” He straightened.

“If he has anything to do with the disappearance of the Stevens family or any remote connection that can lead me to their killer, I will not let up on this.” Robert’s low even voice left no doubt they were at a standoff. There were in Robert’s territory. “I suggest you question your son a little more about what he knows and get back to me.” Gerald strode out the door.

Robert knew, without a doubt that Brody Williams would not be hanging around that group of boys anymore, if he still was.

Robert watched Walter Comstock and Royal Kaeding, followed by their lawyers follow Nate into the interrogation room.

These boys knew their way around authority figures. Walter was dressed in gray slacks, a blue shirt, and a dark blue blazer. Royal wore a similar style with a different color jacket. They entered the room as if it were their own home and sat down without being asked. They ignored the lawyers who accompanied them. They didn’t move when he asked an officer to bring in a couple of extra chairs for the lawyers. Their arrogance left a foul smell in Robert’s nose.

Robert asked and received the same answers to the questions he’d put to the others. He questioned Royal, “Did you have parties at your parents’ home? ”

“Sometimes. I have lots of friends.”

“Who came to your parties?”

“Who were you referring to specifically?” That edge of snobbery grated on Robert’s nerves.

“I’ll get to that later. Where do your parents live?”

My parents have a house in the Gorge and one in West Hills.”

“Which place did your friends like to go to the most?”

Royal paused at the question. “I guess the Gorge.”

“A cabin?” He prompted Royal as if he didn’t know.

“A cabin? My folks have a cabin?” Royal chuckled and looked at the lawyer then back at Robert. “My parents have a house with a pool, horses, and a lake stocked with fish. We had bonfires, went swimming, and rode the horses.” He leaned back in his chair, all he mentioned was his and at his disposal.

“I see, so you hosted the parties because whatever you did at the Gorge house was not under the watchful eye of any of the parents.”

Royal thought but answered without consulting his lawyer. He nodded. “Pretty much.”

“Walter, did you attend any parties at Royal’s house in say the last two years?”

“Yes, sir, I did.”

“How many do you think you went to?”

Walter shrugged. “Probably two or three a month.”

“That many. Quite the party guy.” Robert pasted a smile on his face. “Did most of the gang go to all the parties?” This time he asked Royal.

“Yes, I guess so.”

“Was James there most of the time?”

“Pretty much.”

“How about Calvin?”

“The same. If one went, the other came too.” The comment sounded a bit disgusted.

“Did that bother you?” He turned to Walter.

“Not really.”

“So, having two homosexuals at your parties was okay with you?” He spoke to Royal, whose expression hardened a little.

“As long as they kept it out of our faces, we were cool with it.”

“So, they came together. Did any of the rest of you guys bring girlfriends to these parties?”

“Of course.”

“So, none of you were leaning to the other side along with James and Calvin.”

“Not on your life, mister. Sir,” Walter corrected himself.

“You met the Stevens family; how close would you say Calvin was to his sisters? Did he ever mention them to you?”

Walter spoke after a pause, “He sometimes had to babysit them. I don’t know why, I thought the oldest girl, Kelly, I think was her name, could have watched the others.”

“He brought the girls to the parties?”

“Oh, no. They stayed at James’ apartment,” Royal defended.

“That’s where you saw them?”

“Yes,” they both answered.

“They never came to any of your parties?” Robert addressed Royal.

“Not that I remember.”

“But he might have brought them, and you just don’t remember?” Royal shrugged and looked away.

Royal’s lawyer looked at his watch and then at Robert. “If you have no other questions that are pertinent to my client, I think this session is over.” The other lawyer stood.

“Thank you, gentlemen, for coming down here.”

When they left the room, Robert went over his notes and then gathered everything and went down the hall to the steno pool. He stopped at Barbara’s desk.

“Here is the tape from interrogation room number four. Make sure I get a copy of the transcript when it’s finished… And, um, thanks.”

She smiled at him and nodded. He went on to his office.

Jake knocked on Robert’s door, entered at his command, and sat down. “What’d you find out?”

“All of those young men met Kelly and the girls. Kelly was the only one they seemed to know well enough to remember her name and give a description of her. I think she might have been with them at the parties on more than one occasion.”

Robert handed Jake his notepad, with the pertinent information and the notes he’d made, and waited while Jake read from them.

“Michael Ramsey and Royal Kaeding said they met Kelly and her sisters at James’ apartment.”

Jake handed the card he’d written the statement on to Robert, who pinned it to the board.

Calvin told David he had to babysit Kelly who was fourteen years old.

“Who else saw her at James and Calvin’s apartment?” Jake pursed his lips. This could be a fascinating lead. “I think you need to make a star on it.” He handed it to Robert, who made the mark and pinned it under the previous card.

“The Kaedings have a vacation house in the foothills between Cascade Locks and The Dalles. Royal has parties there with his friends two to three times a month.”

“Now these cards are leading to some supposition. I wonder where you are going with this.” Jake grinned as he handed the last card to Robert.

“I think we’re on to something here. Lots of loose ends but maybe if we follow them, they will lead to the same ball of yarn.” Robert leaned against the board. “We have the players, but what’s the motive?”

Jake grimaced, his lips turned white with the effort. Then he just let out a burst of air “Okay, I’m just going to lay this out on the table.” He got up and opened the door and checked the squad room, then shut the door tightly. He leaned against it and spoke in a low tone.

“All of the men we mentioned are members of the elite society of Portland. We also know there are connections to the mob among this demographic of people. Some we know and some we suspect. There are connections, threads that weave through the fabric of that hierarchy. Robert, we have a mob connection. We follow the money.”

“Jake, this is what got me in trouble last time. I understand what you’re saying, and I agree. This information has to stay between the two of us. I don’t want anything to happen to you or your family.”

“Okay, I get it.” Jake warmed to his subject and returned to his chair. “Let’s ask, what if Calvin wanted his family offed? He mentions it one night and one of the boys suggest something and whatever. Then all of a sudden it happens. Maybe Calvin knew it was going to happen and said to wait until he was back east. Maybe one of the boys knew about their father’s dealings and used that connection.”

Robert rested his head in his hands. “It’s a possibility. Do you think some mob boss is going to off the Stevens family just because some kid wants it? There is no motive on the mob side. The mob doesn’t just do it for practice, even if we think so.”

“Let’s take the possibility a step further. What if the family had nothing to do with it?” Jake’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “What if they were just the payoff?”

“I’m following you, but where are you leading?” He looked up at Jake

“Let’s say, hypothetically, that you wanted a favor from a senator, a judge, a lawyer, and a police officer. It could be that you needed a dock worker to look the other way when you brought something into the country illegally, or it could be you just wanted a piece of a profitable company. If you had something you could hold over their head or offered some insurance that business would go on as usual, what would you pay for that?”

Robert held up his palm. “I get the picture. Word went out that someone wanted the Stevens family to disappear, and it happened. Why? What part did they play in this wheel?” Robert’s mind whirled, he was staring up at the board, and the card was right in front of his vision. “Bingo!

“What?”

“One of those boys got Kelly pregnant!” It was like a hen hatching her first egg. “That’s it!

Jake was silent, then a slow grin spread across his lips, “By Jove, I think you’ve got it.” He began to write on his pad. “We know the boys had been to James’ house, and the boys admitted they knew her. How well did they know her? In the biblical sense?”

Robert stared at the board. “We have our work cut out for us. Connecting them is no easy task when it comes to messing with the mob.”

Jake had opened the door when Robert called him back. “Shut the door.” His expression was serious. So serious that Jake sat down. “What?”

Robert rubbed his hand over his face. He felt the drops of sweat that had begun to bead on his forehead, but he pressed on. “Jake, I don’t want you officially to have any connection to this case. Whatever is done, especially outside this room, I want you to be out of it.”

“You can’t take me off this case. I’m in it for the long haul,” Jake shot back, his voice raised.

Robert’s voice remained firm. “I know you think you can handle it all and so can Lorene; it’s part of the job. How would you feel if you had the choice and you made the wrong one, and it cost you your family?”

“Robert, I know what you’re saying. I’ve thought about it.” He paused and rested his arms on the back of the chair. “I agree this is serious business, anything that has the mob connected to it is serious. I’ll concede to work in the background. I’ll do whatever you need. I know, as your partner in this case, I’d want the same if the situation were reversed. I’m not going to let you do this on your own. I have your back, and if something happens to you, I want there to be proof and a paper trail that will lead to a conviction.”

“Thanks, partner.” Robert stood, they grasped each other’s hands, sealing their commitment.

“Not to change the subject or anything.” Jake was smiling, “but have you and Babs done anything since you asked her to go to the Policeman’s Ball?

“What is this? You want the details of my love life?” Robert smoothed his palms over the creases in his pants and hooked his finger in the knot of his tie and pulled. It was just a little too tight.

Jake held up, “I got grilled by Lorene last night. Look, I don’t care if the two of you are having hot, sweaty sex but give me some tidbit to throw to Lorene so she will get off my back.”

“Sure, use Lorene as an excuse to butt into my life. No, we are not having hot, sweaty, sex. Barbara is a very nice girl, and even though she’s very good looking, I respect her too much.” Jake was grinning from ear to ear. “What? Why are you grinning?” Robert demanded.

“Oh, nothing. You should take her to the Oyster Bar.” Jake knew it was Robert’s favorite place, a quaint little restaurant downtown. Plates from all over the world hung on wood-paneled walls made to look like a ship’s galley.

“Yes, I’ll take her to the Oyster Bar; I know she’d like it.” He wasn’t looking at Jake, who couldn’t stop smiling.

“You like her a lot,” Jake continued to tease.

“What do you want? Don’t you have work to do somewhere?” It was a weak order.

“Hey, buddy; I’m just curious.”

“Sorry, I’m not talking. Let’s say Barbara is fun, and I like talking to her.”

Jake ran his hand around his waistband, making sure his shirt was still tucked in. It wasn’t as easy as it used to be. Lorene was an excellent cook, and her lasagna was like going to heaven. He was already two notches out on his belt from his single days. He slung his suit jacket over his shoulder as he went to the door. “I’ll tell Lorene that it’s okay to plan a dinner for the four of us.”

“Hey!” Robert was standing, but Jake was out the door and whistling as he walked through the squad room on his way home.

~~~

In the noisy squad room, Robert saw the April 15 duty roster posted for the following day. In bold letters, it read,

Divers to arrive 1100 hours to begin searching Cascade Locks.

Stan Grimes had signed the orders.

Robert gritted his teeth, “Of all the stupid—” It was useless to complain. He’d asked for divers just a couple of days before, and the chief said he would think about it. Now, Robert would have to go out on his own and see what happened. If this spot was in fact where the car had driven off into the river, he’d eat his favorite hat.

~~~

He arrived at Cascade Locks early in the morning. The sun was coming up over the cliffs, lighting the bluff on the Washington side of the river. The dew sparkled; the air was cold and crisp. On the water, a thin mist hovered, and gawkers lined the shores, mostly old people fishing with nothing else to do. It was spring, and he thought they’d all be out on the river fishing. He guessed wrong. Not fishing season

He hadn’t worn his favorite fedora hat. Instead, he wore a warm stocking cap, long underwear under his uniform, and a Pendleton jacket. He walked to the middle of the enormous gates that held and released the water as needed for boats to traverse the waterway. Four divers climbed down the rungs that were set in the side of the locks and then into the cold water. The water level inside the locks was as low as could be, because the level of the water below the dam fluctuated from eight feet to thirty-five feet. There were 38,000 square feet inside the locks to cover. It was going to be a long search.

The wind blew cold against his face as Robert walked across to the control room of the locks. The room was full of people who were talking mostly in low tones. It was like being in church, Robert thought.

He nursed the cup of coffee well over his self-imposed limit and listened to the regular reports relayed on the two-way radio.

A loud voice came through clear enough for everyone in the room to hear.

“Stan, we have an emergency situation here. Something seemed to be caught in the gate and caused a tremendous rush of water flowing out of the lower gate. Gabe is down there and pinned to the gate by force. We’ve got two more divers going down to get him. Over.”

“Do whatever’s necessary to save his life. I’ll be right down.” Stan headed out the door and down to the gate area in a run. Robert was right behind him.

Robert, Stan, and the rescue squad lined the side of the lock. There was no visibility in the water once the divers submerged. All those looking over the railing could see were the taut lines disappearing into the water. Robert watched the hands of the men holding the line jerk and immediately they motioned for the winch to start.

The wheels turned and grabbed the rope. They strained under the weight and water current. Robert could hear the creak as the rope wound around the metal. After what seemed like forever, the heads of four men surfaced. Yelling and clapping erupted from the bystanders. A safety basket was lowered. Two of the divers helped a third into it, while the fourth steadied the basket. Everyone went silent as the basket made its way up the side of the concrete lock. Once it was lifted over the side to safety, the noise resumed until hands grabbed the sides and pulled it over the rail to safety. He was alive but just barely.

“Couldn’t… see anything… too muddy. Current… too… strong.” He closed his eyes, and the gurney bumped along the walkway to the ambulance. Robert watched the flashing lights and sirens disappear out of sight. The next man climbed over the rail with the help of the men below and above him. He’d tried to rescue Gabe. He too needed oxygen and was now able to talk. Reporters pressed against the police officers, who were trying to hold them back. Everyone wanted to be the first to report what had happened. Behind the group, Robert noticed a flash. His eyes went to the glass window. Anne Sullivan stood there with a photographer.

“Looks like the grand dame is here, right on time,” he muttered.

“There was a log caught in the lower part of the gate. The force of water flowing through the small space caught Gabe and pinned him to the opening. I tried to get him away from the log, but the force of the water was too strong. I was losing my grip. I am so glad you sent that hook. I got it around him, and you pulled him up and out of the way.” It was all he could do to get that out before the medics wheeled him to a second ambulance.

Stan turned to Robert, a worried look on his face. Robert refrained from saying, “I told you so.” He went to his car; it was going to be a long ride back to the station.

The chief stopped all diving until it was entirely safe. Robert was sure that it was good fortune on his superior’s part that the operation could be shut down for an indefinite time. He heard through the grapevine the lock doors were opened to let the log out and then shut again. This time they closed completely.

Robert had seen the power of the current flowing through those locks. If there was anything in them, it was swept down the river or somewhere just below the locks. He knew the car wasn’t there, but he wondered if they should have a search team below the locks, just in case.

No matter what was going on, Anne Sullivan ran her story the next day in the Oregonian. While she never made anything up, she gave her news the spin that someone ordered. If he didn’t know better, it seemed as if the chief had called Anne and gave her the story and she printed it as her words.

There were pictures of the divers, Stan, and Robert on the deck where the divers lay while the medics worked on them. Did he look like some backwoods hunter? He might think again before he put on a hunting and a Pendleton jacket when he went on-site.

Robert asked Arnie for divers to search The Dalles area. “It’s too early in the season and too dangerous. Look at what happened to Gabe,” came the response. Robert ground his teeth in disgust and went to find his own divers.

~~~

Nate tapped his way down the hall and stopped at Robert’s door. “Another oil company envelope.” He handed the item across the desk. Robert nodded and set it on top of his inbox and continued to write.

“Are you going to open it?”

“It’s from the oil company, you said.”

“Yes, but you already got the receipts from the oil company. What’s in here?” Nate’s nasal tone seemed to demand an answer.

“I don’t know. I’m not Superman with X-ray vision.”

“Why don’t you open it?”

“I will.”

“When?” Nate moved to pick up the envelope and look at it again. He turned it over, and Robert thought he might open it

Robert reached out in a flash and took the envelope and opening his desk drawer at the same time, dropped it in and shut the drawer.

“You got something to hide?” Nate demanded.

“Who sent you to be so nosy?

Nate remained, his eyes drilled into Robert’s, who didn’t flinch for a moment, then turned and marched out the door. This time there was no ignoring the angry sound of taps clicking their way back down the aisle.

“Whew. What was that all about?” Jake stood in the doorway, his eyes on Nate’s retreating back.

Robert pulled the envelope out of the drawer. “He wanted to know what was in this.” He held it up for Jake to see the return address.

“Didn’t we get the receipts from them?”

“I thought so.” He tore the edge of the paper with his opener. Inside were a couple of receipts. Robert looked at the statement and frowned.

“There isn’t one here for the seventh.”

Jake came around the desk and looked over Robert’s shoulder as he spread the three pieces of paper next to the statement. “Hmmm. This doesn’t look like the same statement or receipts we got before.”

Robert unlocked the drawer in his cabinet and withdrew a file. He laid the receipts from the oil company next to the new ones. Two were the same, one was different.

“This one is different paper.” He held the paper to the light and ran his finger lightly over part of the numbers. “Doesn’t this feel and look like a grease pen?”

Jake held the paper to the light, performing the same action. “You’re right, it does.” He laid the paper down and looked at all the slips.

“Look at the signatures. The one I got today is signed K. L. Stevens. The ones we already had are all signed Karl Stevens. The signature is close. We all sign a little differently.”

Robert pulled out a giant, magnifying glass. He peered at all the slips. “These are different. Which are the real ones?”

“I say we need to look at his signature,” Jake answered

Robert brought out the accordion file he’d taken from the Stevens’ house. He opened it and removed past credit card receipts. “These are all signed Karl Stevens. I’m guessing that’s his normal signature.”

Jake sat down and rubbed his forehead. “This is getting even crazier. Someone went to a lot of trouble to doctor this fake one but didn’t check to see how he signed his name.”

Robert put the new one inside the accordion folder and locked it back in his cabinet. “This lock won’t hold up to anyone who wanted to open the cabinet. Should I take the stuff home?”

Jake shrugged. “I would.”

“What about the Porters?” Jake queried.

Robert shook his head. “I was thinking the same thing. Are they in on this? It doesn’t seem like something they’d do.”

“On the other hand, you said Mr. Porter seemed well off. What’s the common connection? The boys or their parents?”

“I’ll look into it.”

Chapter 12

Robert cleared Brice Long of any suspicion. He checked out to be what he said he was and had no connection to the family, the boys, or even the parents. Jake agreed and gave Brice the benefit of the doubt. All in good time, as Brice called to tell Robert he’d lined up divers with boats and captains. The men had volunteered their services to locate the car, if it was, in fact, in the river.

Robert and Jake drove to a marina at The Dalles to meet with Brice and his divers. The sun rays felt hot on their skin between the cover of puffy, white clouds. It promised to be a beautiful May day, despite the chilly wind that inhabited the Gorge. One could never accurately predict the weather in this area.

Three charter fishing boats tugged against their lines and nudged the dock. Brice introduced the men to Robert and Jake.

“I want to thank you all for volunteering your time and your equipment. I wish I could pay you in some way. When we find the family and bring the perp to justice, you’ll know you had a major part in it.” Robert spoke to the group. He stepped across the dock and warily eyed the bobbing boat. Catching Robert’s expression, the captain of the lead boat chuckled, “Do you get seasick?”

“No, at least not so far.” Robert looked across the river to the Washington side. A large machine with a crane sat farther downstream Its large bucket was pulling silt out of the water and emptying it into a waiting barge.

Once they all climbed aboard, the captains started their engines. They pulled out of the swifter current and drifted down to the area indicated on the map to search. It wasn’t long until the skipper called out that they were almost there.

“Do you know anything about a depth finder?” Cappy, the captain of the boat asked Robert.

“Not really, they’re pretty new. I know we can see the shape of the bottom of the river as we pass over it. How do you tell what these other shapes are?”

“We are looking for something that has a different shape than what you are seeing. These are boulders that would fill your living room,” he pointed to some of the shapes.

Robert watched the depth finder until Cappy called his attention. “Robert, we’ve got company.”

Through the window, Robert saw the dredging barge almost directly across from where they were to dive. The dredge had stirred the fast water to a murky, brown color making it impossible for the divers to see once they were underwater.

“Is it possible to talk to the captain of the rig over there?” Robert asked.

“Sure, is that what you want?” At Robert’s nod, he spoke into the mike.

“This is the Work Horse.” Cappy went on to hail the other captain. When he answered, Robert, took the mike.

“This is Detective Robert Collins of the Portland Police Bureau. We’re searching this area in relation to a missing family. I want to know when you were scheduled to start this operation. Over.”

The voice came very clearly across the speaker, “This is Captain Dan. This job has been scheduled for a month. Over”

“How long will you be here? Over.”

“A couple of weeks or so. Over.”

Can you suspend your dredging for a day or so? At least until our divers can search this area? Over.”

“No, sir. We have orders to get this cleared for traffic starting in another week. Over.”

“Thank you. Over and out.” Robert handed the mike back, “I’ll have to contact the company and a judge to get a court order to stop this until we’re done here.”

“I guess that’s quits for today,” Jake interjected.

“I am sorry things didn’t work out like you wanted.” Cappy turned the boat around and signaled to the others to follow after explaining the situation.

“Do you think this could have been the car?” Robert pointed to a few large bumps on the paper.

“We’re close to a spot where we think the car might have gone in,” Jake answered.

“It could be anything. People throw old washing machines, refrigerators, and stuff like that in the river all the time. It would be a lot to ask someone to believe that it was the Stevens’ car, but then again, stranger things have happened,” Cappy interjected as they headed back to the dock.

Bucking the current made the trip back longer than the trip down. When they pulled into the dock, three men waited to help tie up the boats. Robert frowned and gave Jake a lifted eyebrow expression.

The men who tied off the boat wore black turtleneck shirts under sports jackets and overcoats. They stood there as if waiting for someone. Robert hesitated before leaving the boat. They looked like they’d all graduated from the Jack Dempsey Boxing School of etiquette.

The bigger of the three looked steadily at Robert.

Robert refused to look away. “What do you want?” Robert asked, after stepping off the boat, not backing up but not moving forward.

Robert wasn’t stupid. He read this little trio right away. He kept his back to the boat as he faced the three, his knees slightly bent and his body planted. Jake and a couple of the crew moved in behind him.

The second man, slightly shorter than the other two, stepped in front of Robert. “You’ve been nosin’ around where you shouldn’t. For your own good, you gotta keep looking in the same area as all the rest of the flatfoots.”

If the man weren’t so serious, Robert would have burst out laughing. He must watch the same movies that Dawson’s boys did, or maybe they were all related.

“We’re looking in the right area, not that it is any of your business. Just for the sake of argument, why do you care where we look?” He kept all three in his vision.

“My boss don’t like you buttin’ your nose into places where it don’t belong. If you don’t keep to the spots you’re supposed to, you could be seein’ the Stevens family sooner than you thought. That goes for you others too.” He looked up at the men on the boat, watching the interchange. “I’d hate for you to have some unexpected repair bills on your boats or hospital bills from sudden injuries,”

“You threatening me? I can haul you in for that.” Robert took two steps forward.

“You can call it what you want. Just stay outta this area.”

“What do you know about the Stevens family? If I were going to see them, where might that be?” Robert persisted

The speaker didn’t answer. He signaled the others, and they walked up the ramp to where a dark limo sat waiting, engine running. The tinted window was rolled halfway down. After the shorter man spoke to someone in the car, it started to move away.

Robert moved up the ramp at a dead run to at least see if he could get the number of the car license. The big man turned toward Robert and grabbed one arm while the other jerked him to a stop, whipping him around so he couldn’t see the back of the car.

“So, you want to see somethin’? Well, I’m sorry, but my boss don’t like publicity or nosy cops.” With that, he drew back his fist to hit Robert.

“Stop!” came a command from the car interior. The big man stopped and motioned for his partners. Robert could hear some of the conversations behind him. He saw Jake and a couple of the men begin walking toward the ramp. Jake had his gun drawn at his side. Robert waved them off with a jerk of his head. There was no reason to put the volunteers in jeopardy, especially when Robert suspected these were members of the local mob. His heart pounded. Was this the end of his life? Would they kill him right here in front of everyone?

With no warning, he was lifted off the deck, hauled to the edge of the dock and thrown over the rail down into the cold, oily water. He tried to shout to Jake but got a mouth full of foul-tasting water as he sank into the water. He surfaced next to the dock, which was a few feet above him. Jake and the divers ran to the top of the walkway. He hoped they were able to see the cars and get their numbers.

Cappy and the other captain helped him out of the water and on to the dock. Jake and the divers surrounded him; someone handed him a blanket to wrap around his shivering body.

“I couldn’t get the number from the limo, and there wasn’t any tag on the other car. I’ll bet they didn’t go far, or they stopped to put the plates on after they got away,” Jake informed him.

Robert looked at the silent men around him. “Thank you for what you’ve done today. I’m not so callous or unfeeling to ask you to go out again. That little demonstration was enough to put anyone off. If you do want to help me in this investigation, contact Brice or me.” He started to pull out his billfold, but it was dripping wet. Jake handed his own card to any man who would take it.

“I’m still going to find the connection between these men and this case, once I find out who they are. Not because I think I am someone special and the guy with the white hat always wins, that isn’t true, and we all know it. I do feel an obligation to my own integrity. If I were to back down now, I’d never get to the bottom of this case. I will not be threatened.” That last part ended in a sneeze.

“Let’s just get you home and warm.” Jake nodded to the men. “Next time?”

None of the men made a commitment as Robert and Jake shook their hands and went to Robert’s car, Brice following. He didn’t expect any quick decisions on their part.

“What do you make of all this?” Jake asked Robert.

“It sure puts a different light on things. What would a middle-class family have to do with the mob? Drugs? I don’t think so. Could they have witnessed something they shouldn’t have? Possibly,” he answered his own questions out loud. Sounding them out seemed to put them in a better prospect than to carry on a conversation in his head.

“I think the second seems a pretty good bet,” Jake added.

“I want to know why the guy in the limo stopped the guy before he hit you and then ordered the goons to throw you over the rail,” Brice queried, as he stood by Jake, who was going to drive.

“It was a case of calculated thought. The boss probably said something like this,” Robert imitated an old Italian godfather, “Ifa you rough up his face, everyone will believe his story. Justa trow him in da watta soes he can’t get what he wants. He’s been wahned, and he ain’t stupid,” his gravelly voice and clenched teeth made it sound menacing. The other two didn’t join his chuckle. It was too realistic.

“I don’t see how you can laugh. This is serious stuff, and I don’t see anything funny at all. You could go missing just like Stevens family,” Jake accused.

“You’re right. Even though we have no proof they’re dead, my guess is that after this length of time, there would be no reason to keep them alive. I’m sorry, it’s just my way of relieving tension, and I hope everyone else’s.” He tugged the blanket closer to his body and shivered.

“Thanks, Brice, for setting this up. I’m really sorry this didn’t work out.” Jake shut the passenger door and walked around to the driver’s side.

“I am too. The guys were looking forward to being part of the investigation.”

“I hope they still feel that way.”

They said goodbye to Brice and Jake took Robert home.

~~~

Robert had just stepped out of the shower when he heard the doorbell ring. He slipped into a pair of pants and dropped his sidearm in the pocket.

“Who is it?” he called out, standing to one side of the door.

“Jake, I come at the bequest of the queen who’s concerned about your health.” Jake affected a British accent when Robert opened the door and let him in

“You’re a nutcase.” Robert looked outside and checked the street before shutting the door behind Jake

“A bit more cautious now, aren’t we?” Jake strode to the kitchen and set the bag he was carrying on the counter. “The soup’s still hot.” He took a bowl from Robert’s cupboard and poured the steaming contents into it and pushed it across the table to Robert. He found a pan and filled it with water and put it on the stove to boil

“You’re my mother now?” Robert teased.

“No. I am obeying orders. It was either me or Lorene would have come over, knocked you about the head a few times, and broken your eardrums with her tirade. After that, she would be wrapping you in hot blankets she warmed in the oven, force feed you this soup, and then drown you in hot tea with lemon and honey.”

“Take a deep breath,” Robert admonished. “I take it you have been put through this healing ritual yourself?

Jake sank onto a chair across from his friend. “Yes, and it isn’t something I would put you through. The only good part about it is when I finally get to bed, she comes in and cuddles with me all night. At least she used to; that was before the baby was born. She doesn’t do that too much now.” His expression took on a wistful look.

“Hey, if she is offering to cuddle as part of the recovery, I am open to that,” Robert teased.

“Good thing I know you are kidding. A comment like that from anyone else and they wouldn’t be sitting on that chair.”

Robert smiled and slurped his soup. “Ain’t interested.”

Jake tilted his head and looked at Robert out of the corner of his eye. “Maybe I should call Babs. She might be more than willing to drown you in soup and cuddle with you.” Jake started to get up, but Robert laid his piece on the counter. Jake laughed and sat down, “I get the message. Just a thought though.”

They sat in companionable silence while Robert finished the soup. Jake took the bowl, rinsed it, and set it in the sink. He pulled two mugs from the cupboard, poured the tea into them, and placed them on the table. He added a little something from another bottle he drew from the bag. “To warm you up a little faster.” He sat the two cups on the table and resumed his own seat.

Robert took a sip and couched a little before speaking, “I was at Yaws the other day, and a thought came to me. There were a lot of kids hanging out there from high school and college. I noticed a parade of girls walking around in front of the guys who sat either on the tables or in their cars. I saw one guy call out to a young girl who giggled and went to his car. After some conversation, she went around to the passenger side and got in. They drove away amid some whistling and catcalls. The girls left behind were both excited and anxious. I got to thinking, what if Kelly was like these girls, and somehow, she was exposed or introduced to these older men who might have taken advantage of her. I wanted to yank that girl out of the car and march her home. Where are her parents? She couldn’t have been much over fifteen or sixteen.”

“Why would that make someone want to kill the whole family?” Robert took another sip of tea and concentrated on what Jake said. He began to warm to the idea. The thought of the young friends of Calvin hanging around Kelly paired with his suspicions heated the thought process.

“What if she heard or saw something she wasn’t supposed to? A payoff or a crime the boys were doing? These aren’t the upstanding young boys that society thinks they are.” Jake absently ran his finger along the joint in the middle of the table.

“I’m sure some of their fathers have connections. Where there’s lots of money in this city, there’s someone ready to make more on the side or pay off someone to look the other way. We’ve seen too much of it in Portland to ignore that it isn’t here.”

“Robert, what would cause someone to need to kill a whole family to keep a girl quiet? Maybe Karl wouldn’t be bought off?”

“I’d like to think that. I’m just not sure. They were active in their church, but I don’t see they were straight-laced or fanatical about it. He didn’t make a lot of money, so that might have been a possibility, but something happened to counter that.” Robert’s mind whirled as he thought of possibilities. There were just too many to follow. His vision blurred, and he closed his eyes, rubbing them.

“Buddy, you need to go to bed and get a good night’s rest. I’m going home to give Lorene a good report. You ate the soup, drank the tea, took some aspirin, and went to bed. Got that?” He snagged his jacket as he headed for the door. He looked through the peephole first and stood to one side as he opened the door, “Can’t be too careful.” He saluted and shut the door behind him.

Robert locked the double lock. The drapes were drawn. He went to bed, finding his way in the dark. He slept all night long.

~~~

The next day he was in the office early. The reality of the situation rested heavily on his mind. Once before, he had been threatened by the mob. He’d been asked to come aboard and be a player; to join the other officers who had extra pay packets and gifts provided for looking the other way. Sometimes it was making things in the evidence room disappear. He’d taken a stand. He was a clean cop, and he wanted nothing to do with the dirty cops. He was taken off the beat and put on desk duty for a while.

After a year, he’d been assigned to a patrol car. His partner, Matt, had been an old timer on the force and had seen his share of the dirty dealings. The other men left Matt alone, as he had his own set of connections. Matt took Robert under his wing and taught him the ins and outs of getting things done or avoiding things within the department.

Robert shared with Matt the threatening note he’d received. Matt told him not to worry, he’d take care of it. After that, he was never bothered by the guys again. Then came that fateful night.

It was a combined anniversary and retirement party for a few of the officers. He drove Becca and their young son downtown and dropped them off in front of the restaurant. He drove to the parking lot around the corner. She’d been excited to go and told him she had a surprise for him. Was she pregnant again? There had been a cold chill in his veins. His wife had not liked being pregnant or going through labor. She hadn’t taken to their son and barely kept it together. He’d been worried as he drove to pick her up. She wouldn’t talk about the surprise.

After parking the car, he walked down the sidewalk and turned the corner to see her waiting for him. She stood talking to his partner, Matt, in front of the restaurant. Something wasn’t right, he quickened his steps. From a passing car, the sound of a machine gun split the air. Officers and pedestrians fell to the ground. Blood spattered the sidewalk. The restaurant window cracked, glass fell to the street; the shards piercing anyone nearby.

Robert ducked behind parked cars, his piece in his hand when the vehicle passed him. He shot rapidly into the window. He never knew if he hit anyone. They were probably floating from cinder blocks at the bottom of the Columbia River. When he reached Becca and Matt, they were both dead, along with his son she held in her arms.

He had howled into the air. The feeling of helplessness against something as formidable as the mob overwhelmed him. Now here he was again, facing the unknown specter. Somehow, he would make it through. He would hold on to his integrity and find the Stevens’ killer, even if it cost his life. Who cared about him anyway? The vision of his parents and brother crying over his grave came to him. A picture of Barbara crying on Lorene’s shoulder didn’t make the thought any easier.

~~~

“What did the chief want?” Jake asked. He and Robert were sitting in Jake’s basement away from the radar ears of Jake’s wife.

“He’s been ordered to take me off the case.” Robert leaned back in the old overstuffed chair.

“Come on. You’re kidding me?”

“Nope, but I talked him out of it.” He took another pull on the bottle in his hand.

“How did you do that? Once the old guy makes up his mind, it ain’t easy for him to change.”

“You’re right. I had him officially take you off the case.”

Jake flew off his chair. “What the—? You did what? What gave you the right?!”

Robert didn’t smile, but he held up his hand to stop the next tirade. “Look, he wanted me off because he ‘heard’ I’d been warned. Now that’s telling. How would he have heard if he wasn’t in the mob loop?” He raised his eyebrows at Jake, who stood a foot from him. His flannel shirt hung out over the top of his jeans, and he wore thick, knitted socks his wife made on her first attempt at knitting. Robert waved him back to his seat. Jake slowly responded but kept his eye on his friend.

“I explained I was on to something I couldn’t reveal. Chief didn’t want to know what it was. He said the less he knew about what I was doing, the better. But to remember he’d warned me. I had him officially take you off the case until we get this solved.”

Jake growled, “What are you talking about? Aren’t we partners?”

“Not on this case. This action is also a safeguard for you and Lorene.” He eyed Jake’s building anger

“Robert, don’t give me that bologna. We’ve been together too long. You’re trying to protect me. I don’t need it.” Jake rose from his chair and stood in a pugilist stance, minus the fist cocked ready.

“That’s true, I am.” Robert shrugged, relaxed in the chair. “ We’ve talked about this before. I don’t want the responsibility of you, Lorene, or the baby’s death on my hands. I’m going to do a little sleuthing on my own, but from now on, you are officially off the case. That doesn’t mean you aren’t going to be in on what I am doing. I need to know I can count on you when I need you. I don’t want you in the limelight, fodder for the newspapers. I don’t what them to be able to use you and your family to get to me.”

Jake looked at his partner. There was a determination in his eyes to do this thing. It didn’t bode well to argue. “I’ve got your back, partner.” They raised their beer bottles and touched them together in a salute.

“Jake, you have a call from the station,” Lorene called down from upstairs. The men took the steps two at a time. Robert stood by Jake as he picked up the receiver lying on the desk and listened to the person on the other end. Jake responded and set the receiver back in its cradle.

“They’ve found a body of a young girl below the dam. They’re taking her to a funeral home close by.”

“I’ll call the Bormans and have them meet us there. You might want to change your socks and tuck in your shirt.” Robert headed for his car with a grin on his face. He heard Lorene tell Jake to watch his mouth around the baby.

Chapter 13

The sound of Robert and Jake’s footsteps echoed in the silent halls of the funeral home. A couple of police officers stood by a doorway. They nodded as Robert and Jake stopped for a moment. A light spilled onto the floor from the room, illuminating the dimly lit hallway.

Robert hated this place. The memories of that night; seeing his wife, son, and partner laid out on the steel tables. Their bodies riddled with bullet holes and blood-stained clothes. There’d been so much anger built up inside of him, and he wanted to kill someone. He had no idea who had ordered it, who wanted him so badly they thought that by killing his family and partner he would come to their way of thinking.

It wasn’t until much later that he discovered his partner, Matt, had been the target. Matt had left him a notebook of material he kept hidden. In it, Matt recorded all his dealings with the mob; who called, when, the money exchanged, who got it, where it went, and who in the department was still on the take. When a young reporter knocked on his door a few months later and told Robert what he was about to unleash, Robert handed him the book and made the reporter promise his name or connection would never be revealed.

As Robert watched his fellow officers march off to court a little feeling of justification surfaced. He couldn’t feel too bad for them. They still had their families.

He hated the morgue.

“Are you coming in or are you just going to stand in the hall? I don’t think you can identify anyone from out there,” a voice called from somewhere inside the room.

Jake stepped around his partner and went inside. “The Bormans are here. They pulled in just as we passed the lobby. Do you want to wait for them or go in now?” he asked, giving Robert time to gather his wits.

“Now is better.” Robert stepped into the bright lights of the sterile, white tile, and green linoleum floor of the room. They moved to the table in the middle of the room. The coroner removed the sheet on the first table.

The girl laid out on the table had long hair bunched at the back of her head as if held by a band. She wore a jacket, zipped up, and pedal pushers. “I’d say she’s been in the water for a long time, but her body’s been protected inside something.”

“Protected?” Robert stood a good three feet from the metal table.

“Protected from marine life. She’s bloated, even though I have released the internal gas, her body’s still stretched from it. The cold water is also a preserving factor. My guess is she has been immersed for,” the coroner paused, “maybe a few months.”

“How about a little over five months?” Robert walked to the head of the table. The girl’s head was bloated, but the eyes and most of one side of the face showed signs of damage. Not bad, but the features and outer skin were missing in a couple of spots. Robert pointed to the face. “What do you think caused this?” Robert pointed to the open skin.

The coroner shrugged, “Small fish or the current could have caused her to meet up with a tree, and that scraped the flesh off.”

“Could she have been in a car and possibly been tossed around?” Robert asked continuing to walk around the table.

The coroner thought for a moment, then nodded, “Yes, it’s possible. That would be a good guess, as the cold water would have kept her in a preserved condition and away from marine life.”

Jake stepped forward and whispered, “The Bormans are here.”

“Tell them to wait just a few minutes.” Robert took a few pictures with his camera, then looked up at the coroner. “You already took pictures?”

“Yes, I’ll be taking more of the body when I get the clothes off.”

Robert stood by Maggie and Tom as they entered the cold room. Their eyes fixed on the sheet-covered body.

“How is she?” Maggie asked trying to prepare herself for the worst.

“Not the worst that you would expect, but the not best either,” Robert answered truthfully.

Robert nodded to the coroner who pulled the sheet back from the girl’s face. Maggie stared, then turned her head into Tom’s shoulder and began to sob.

“Maggie, can you identify the girl?”

She shook her head. Tom was still looking and slowly turned back to Robert.

“We can’t tell. I don’t think we can say for sure,” he apologized. “Those could be Darla’s clothes, and her hair looks right. With her face so puffy, and… I can’t be completely sure.”

Robert gritted his teeth. She wasn’t that disfigured. “Are you sure? Have you seen these clothes before?”

Maggie took a quick peek at the body as Robert pulled the sheet farther down the body. “I think so.”

“Can you be more positive?” Robert pushed. He’d seen pictures of the Stevens family and thought this would be an open-and-shut identification. Was he trying to make the body match the description or vice versa?

“It’s okay, Tom. Do you know who their dentist was? We can order a dental match.”

Tom let the breath he seemed to be holding escape in a rush. “The family used the same one we did. Doctor Mark Simms. His office is on Broadway.”

“Thank you. I’ll give Mark a call and have him come and take a look.”

Robert walked with them to the door. “I’m sorry about all this, but it’s just one of those things that has to be done. I wish I could have spared you.”

“Thank you,” Maggie tearfully continued. “I know you mean well, but there isn’t anything that could have prepared us. I know I would have wanted to see her anyway, just to be sure. The clothes were hers, but I know you need more than that. Let us know as soon as Doctor Simms matches the X-rays, so we can… make arrangements.”

“I think you should be prepared to identify more bodies if we find the rest of the family.”

“You do? Why?” Tom asked.

Robert briefly told Tom about the incident with the dredge yesterday in the river.

“So, you think that the rest of the family might surface too?”

“Yes. I’m going to search every bit of the river between The Dalles and Cascade Locks. I promise you. I will find what happened to your family.”

Tom looked at Maggie who returned his look with one of her own. Neither gave a response to his comment.

Robert watched the two as they walked to their car. They spoke to each other in hushed tones. Before Tom put the car into gear, he stared back at the station. Robert saw an expression on Tom’s face he wanted to explore. What did this couple know and were withholding?

When Robert got back to his office, he called the Corps of Engineer. After speaking to one of the engineers, he gave him the weight of the body, which he got from the coroner and asked the man to figure where the body possibly started began her journey, given the speed of the current on the day the barge set the anchor.

Now that he had a body, there was a bit more evidence to start linking to possible suspects. Robert pulled his tie loose but left it to hang around his neck. He tried to work, but he kept looking at the clock. How long could it take to run some mathematical computations to find his answer?

The next morning, volunteers and law enforcement teams continued the search around both Cascade Locks and Bonneville Dam. Robert stayed at the new location at Bonneville and monitored all the reports that came in. The radio blared, “This is unit five.” Robert glanced at the map and saw this unit had been assigned to the Bonneville Dam. “We found another body!”

“Where are you?” Robert shouted.

“Across the river and just behind the dam, in the slough.”

“How do I get there?” The men around him looked at one another and shrugged. A voice spoke up out of the group, “You’ll have to walk all the way across the dam on the maintenance walk.” One of the men pointed to the narrow walkway. Robert headed for it. He wasn’t afraid of heights, but he didn’t put himself in a position to be running next to the rail that overlooked the spillway.

He arrived after the rescue team. He climbed over the side and down the emergency ladder attached to the locks. He found four or five men crouched on a swing stage just above the water level. There in the debris caught against the dam wall was the body of a very young girl. Part of her hair had come out of the rubber band that had once held it in a ponytail. Her pedal pushers and jacket matched the description that Helen had given Robert of the Steven’s girls.

“Let’s get her into the body bag and out of here.” They worked together and put the body into the basket and winched it up the side of the dam. By the time Robert climbed over the rail, he could see the team sliding the gurney into the ambulance. There were no flashing lights or siren for a dead body.

Hours later, Robert once again stood by Tom and Maggie Borman in the waiting room, at the county morgue. Tom held his wife in his arms while Dr. Simms compared the dental X-rays.

Dr. Simms called Robert into the next room, leaving the Bormans to wait.

“They seem to be popping right out of the water for you,” he quipped to Robert. “This should make your job a little easier.” He kept his voice low so as not to be overheard by the Bormans.

“You think so? Now I have bodies with no motive for their death or any lead to a possible murderer.”

“You have quite a sticky wicket, I’d say,” Dr. Simms interposed, doing his best British accent. “I love reading detectives stories, but this one has me puzzled. I can only go on what I’ve read in the papers, and that isn’t much.”

“We don’t have a lot more than you’ve read. Ms. Sullivan seems to have all the same information I do.” Robert shrugged, “Now if you go and identify the second body as one of the Stevens girls, I don’t know that it will make my job any easier. If we can find all the bodies, we might be able to get something going.”

“What do you think happened to them? I’ve known them for many years, and they were such nice people.” Mark was making notes as he stared at the two films in place on the lightboard.

“When was the last time you saw any of them?” Robert sat where he could see Mark Simms but didn’t watch the process.

“The girls came in for their checkups in early November. That is, Darla and Sara came. Mrs. Stevens said Kelly had the flu, so we changed her appointment.”

“Did she come in for that checkup?”

“That’s the funny thing. She had another appointment set up. Two weeks later, Mrs. Stevens called. She said they’d have to postpone Kelly’s checkup, and she’d call later and make a new appointment.”

“Did she give you a reason?”

Mark thought for a moment, then shrugged, “She said something like, ‘Kelly still wasn’t feeling good.’ I know the flu hit the kids around here, so I didn’t think anything of it. Should I have?” he asked Robert.

“No. It just reminded me of something.” Robert took out his notepad and jotted a note.

She was still sick in November. If she were pregnant, she might still have morning sickness. Doctors don’t recommend doing any dental work on pregnant women. Mrs. Stevens would know that.

He snapped the book shut and slipped it into his pocket. He knew it because Becca told him, and Jake had mentioned the same thing about Lorene.

After matching the X-rays of the corpses to the X-rays of the Stevens girls that Dr. Simms brought with him, Mark’s expression was grim. He turned to Robert and the coroner. “It’s Sara and Darla Stevens,” he nodded.

“Then we have the two youngest girls.” Robert turned and hurried out the door without a backward glance. The cacophony from the reporters standing in the hall brought him to a halt. He turned, looking for an escape. A woman stepped into the hall and gave him a conspiratorial smile. She crooked her finger at him to follow her. “I’ll let you out the back way.” He passed an office and saw Anne Sullivan sitting across from one of the directors. Gritting his teeth, he almost growled his displeasure. Instead, he gave the woman a curt “Thanks” and hit the bar releasing the door.

“That woman shows up everywhere and seems to be able to bypass protocol other reporters didn’t get,” he muttered on his way to his car.

~~~

The following day’s front-page headline, with Anne Sullivan’s byline, heralded the story of two bodies found in the Columbia River to be that of the youngest missing Stevens girls—Sara and Darla. The bodies of Mr. Stevens, Mrs. Stevens, and Kelly Stevens remained unaccounted for.

While going through his notes, Robert’s phone rang. “Collins,” he spoke into the receiver.

“You the cop who got dumped in the river?” a gruff voice asked.

Robert frowned and held the receiver out as if to drop it back on its cradle. Instead, he pressed it to his ear. “Yes, I am.”

“Okay. I’m the captain of the dredging barge across from where you and your divers wanted to dive.”

Robert sat straight up in his chair, careful to remain balanced. “Yes, sir, you have something to tell me?”

There was a slight pause. “Don’t know if it’s anything, maybe nothing. I thought to myself I should call you, but I don’t want to be some kind of blabbermouth—”

“Sir,” Robert broke into the sentence, “did you find anything or pick up anything connected to my missing family?”

“Oh, it’s your family that’s missing? I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“Captain, they aren’t my real family they—it’s a figure of speech. What did you want to tell me?” Robert dialed back his interest to match the man’s calm tone.

“That day when you were out there, something happened. I didn’t think much about it ’til I read about those girls bein’ found. When we were settin’ our anchor that mornin’, Mel was hangin’ over the side. I had some trouble with the current, getting it to grab. I pulled it up to move the winch back and let it drift again. It was heavy. The boat listed to that side. I thought it was caught on sumthin’. I yelled at Mel to see if he could knock it off with his bargepole. It took a bit. Mel hit it, but it was stuck. I tried to lift it to see what it was, but it was swayin’ in the current. When it came back, Mel hit it again and must have knocked it good because it fell off. I never saw what it was. The river was too muddy.”

“Could Mel see it? Could he tell if it was a car or something else?” Robert gripped the receiver until his knuckles were white. A movement at the corner of his eye made him turn toward the door. Barbara stood there watching him with a smile. At the sight of his grip on the phone and his tense body, the smile disappeared, and she started to step closer to his desk. He held up his hand to keep her from talking.

“No, he didn’t see nuthin’. He said when he hit whatever it was, it was metal, for sure.”

“Metal?”

“Yeah. The metal pole hitting a metal object gives that ringing feeling in your hands. Mel knows all about different metal feels. He said this was definitely a metal feel. After I read the paper about the girls you identified, I remember I looked up and saw what looked like two bundles of rags bobbing down the river. I didn’t pay it no mind. Now I think they might have been the bodies of those two girls.”

“Captain, I think you might be right. I called the Army Corp of Engineers after the first girl was found and asked them to give me the approximate area the girls might have surfaced, given the current of the river. I’m waiting now for them to give me their feedback. I might not need it except to confirm your story. It looks like you might have hooked the Stevens’ car. We’ll see if the bodies of the rest of the family surface.”

“I thought I should tell you. Especially after Cappy told me what happened to you.”

“Thank you, Captain. What’s your name?”

“Roger. Roger Marshall.”

“Thank you again.” Robert stayed on just long enough to get Captain Roger’s personal information.

Barbara stepped into the doorway. “What happened?”

Robert looked up to see her looking at him with a concerned expression. “Nothing bad,” he reassured her.

“You didn’t look happy.” She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows.

He gave a drawn-out sigh. “That was the captain of the dredging barge across the river from where we want to have divers go in. It seems while setting his anchor, he hooked something. When he tried to lift it to see what it was, it was too heavy. One of the workers hit whatever it was with his bargepole and said it was metal. It fell off, and they went on to set the anchor. Captain Roger said he looked down the river about that time and said a couple of bundles of rags popped to the surface. He thought they were rags. He thinks, and I agree with him, that what he thought were rags were the bodies of Susan and Darla.”

Barbara’s hand went to her mouth to cover a gasp. “Oh, my!” He watched her mind calculate the information, then her eyes widened. “That means the car is closer to the Washington side and now who knows where it landed once it fell off the anchor?”

Robert smiled at her. “You’re right, that makes our job a whole lot harder unless the three remaining bodies surface.” He rested his elbows on the table. “It would also cause a huge hullabaloo.”

“Why?” She leaned forward.

He stared at her for a long minute. “Lips sealed?” She nodded her response. “I think our young Kelly was pregnant by one of the boys in Calvin’s group.”

It didn’t take long for her to figure the ramifications of that discovery, and she gave a low whistle. “Now that would be a story.”

He took Barbara out for lunch. When he returned to his office, he rifled through the envelopes in his inbox. Finding a hand-delivered envelope, he tore it open and scanned the document. The report concurred with Robert’s hypothesis. Given the current and pattern of the river flow, and working backward, the bodies would have started around the area where the drilling rig lifted something with its anchor. He wanted to shout but held his peace. This was something he would keep to himself for a while longer.

~~~

Robert tugged at the neck of his “monkey suit.” He stood with Barbara near the entrance of the ballroom of the Benson Hotel.

“Stop fidgeting,” Barbara whispered, then turned to speak to a woman who had stopped by her side. Barbara introduced her to Robert, but her name slipped from his memory in an instant. All he could see was the beautiful woman at his side and a room full of police officers who could be potential security threats.

“Robert.” Barbara turned to him and adjusted his bowtie for the third time. “Relax, this isn’t a hostile situation. There are plenty of security guards here covering the perimeter. It’s going to be fine. Breathe,” she whispered somewhere near his ear causing his blood to pump even harder than it had been. It wasn’t caused by fear.

When he’d arrived at her apartment, she opened the door and he almost choked. Her dress, a rose color, was strapless with embroidery around the bodice. The filmy material, she called tulle, flared to her ankles, and she wore a matching sequin-and-lace sheer jacket. She’d swept her hair away from her face and twisted it into a French roll.

When they walked into the building, he’d kept his hand at her waist so every man would know she was with him. He shook his head and leaned closer to get a whiff of whatever perfume she wore. Where was this sense of pride and ownership coming from? She was a nice girl, fun to talk to, and she was sexy. Why was he feeling this way toward her? It was different than what he’d felt for Becca.

He saw Jake and Lorene come through the lobby. Jake took Lorene’s coat to the coat check booth while Barbara walked forward to meet her friend.

“Barbara, your dress is divine.” Lorene fingered the tulle and they chatted about the woman who helped her at Meier & Frank, where she bought it.

Lorene wore a black, strapless, sheath dress that reached her calf. She had a bolero jacket that covered her shoulders but exposed a beautiful, white gold necklace.

Jake grabbed Robert’s arm. “Let’s get our table numbers while the girls talk.”

They took their date’s arms and while they still chatted entered the ballroom and found their assigned table. Jake and Robert’s back were to the exit, so they could both see the entrance and the dance floor.

The women placed their napkins over the chair backs to indicate they were taken and went to talk to other guests. Jake and Robert stood by the table, eyeing the crowd.

“I always get a little nervous when you have this many officers of the law in one place. If someone wanted to do some real damage to the police force, the Policeman’s Ball would be the place to do it.” Robert checked the doors, keeping his eyes on the movements of the guests.

“No kidding.” Jake elbowed Robert, “Take a look around at the men, and we aren’t the only ones a little nervous here.”

Jake was right. Robert could see that the early arrivals stood around the edges. The retirees were seated at the tables closer to the center of the room and the dance floor. Robert let out a long breath.

As the room filled, they were joined at their table by two couples from another precinct.

One of the wives held her hand up after the introductions. “I propose that there will be no shop talk. The only subjects allowed for discussion are books, hobbies, movies, and travel. After dinner, there will be dancing.” They all laughed and agreed.

The conversation was stimulating and fast-paced throughout most of the dinner. After dessert, the band began to play dance tunes. Jake stood, took Lorene’s hand, and moved to the dance floor, and soon the others followed.

Robert turned to Barbara. “I’m not much of a dancer. If you don’t complain when I step on your toes, I can move around the dance floor with you.” She smiled at him and stood. Robert took her hand and moved through the tables and guests to the dance floor.

She moved into his arms, and it felt like she belonged there. He’d felt that with Becca when they were first married. He was feeling it again.

She leaned into him. He tightened his hand on her back and waist. He felt her breath on his neck, and it was like fire shot from his heart to a place lower than his belly button. He dropped his chin on her shoulder, and the music wove its magic in their hearts. He moved his head and pressed his lips to her ear kissing the diamond inserted there.

In the dim lights that surrounded the floor, they were locked in their world. Robert didn’t know when one song ended and another began. He forgot to keep his eye on the doors or anyone else.

Barbara seemed content to move in his arms as one song flowed to the next. They didn’t do a lot of talking. Robert felt the comfortable ease of holding her. The graceful way she moved easily to the music and matched his dancing feet, such as they were, was heavenly.

Jake tapped Robert on the shoulder at the end of a song. “Hey, buddy, we’re leaving.”

Robert looked around and saw most of the tables were empty and others were headed for the lobby.

“Sure, we’ll go too.” He looked at Barbara for confirmation. She blushed and nodded.

Jake and Lorene went to their car after Lorene gave Barbara a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. Robert pulled Barbara’s arm through his as they walked to his car, keeping to the lighted areas. Robert walked on the outside between the street and Barbara. She hugged his arm.

After they got home, Robert walked Barbara to her door. She unlocked it and held his hand, trying to pull him in, but he shook his head. “Not tonight.” He reached his hand across her shoulder and up the side of her neck, cradling her jaw in his palm and running his thumb across her lips. She kissed it. He felt the jolt through him. Then he dipped his head and brushed his lips across hers and finally deepened the kiss. Her arms slid around his neck and she opened her lips. It felt like the Fourth of July in June.

Chapter 14

Robert stood before the corkboard with all his notecards pinned on a timeline. Strings connected the different clues. Some overlapped and crisscrossed. His mind whirled, mixed, and rearranged the clues to see if there was something he’d missed. It was the first thing on his mind in the morning and the last thing he thought about before his exhausted brain shut down at night.

It was getting harder and harder to deal with all the various aspects. The leads, the suspects were all there, but the connection seemed just out of his reach. He buried his head in his hands. The files on his desk slid to one side, and he didn’t care.

Strong fingers gripped his shoulders and squeezed, thumbs dug into the stiff muscles of his neck. Slowly, reluctantly he lifted his head and opened his eyes. He smelled the soft fragrance of Chantilly Lace. Barbara.

“Thanks, but you don’t have to do this.” He stifled a groan as her fingers worked on a tight muscle.

“I know I don’t. I also know that this case is getting to you, and you need to unwind. You need to come home with me tonight and let me fix you a homecooked meal. No strings attached, just good food and no shop talk.”

He leaned back, and he didn’t care if they were at work. The door to his office was cracked a little to alleviate any improprieties. He closed his eyes to block any wandering eyes. His head rested against her breasts. They were soft and lush, good ear warmers. He shook his head to clear that thought. Where did that come from? He choked, sat forward, and lifted her hands from his shoulders.

“We shouldn’t be doing this at work. Yes, I would love to have dinner with you. I want you to know there is nothing attached to that acceptance. I enjoy your company. I hope you had as good a time at the Ball as I did.” He stood, but she didn’t move, her breasts were almost touching his chest. He took a deep, silent breath and held it, waiting for her response.

Barbara smiled, glanced past his shoulder toward the door, raised on her toes, and gave him a peck on the lips. “See you tonight.” She left, leaving the lingering scent of her cologne and the pressure of her lips on his in her wake. He sucked in air as if he’d just broken the surface of the water.

He stood staring at the doorway when Jake walked by, then backed up. “Are you twitterpated?”

The odd question took him back for a moment. “What?”

“You need to get out more.” He laughed and walked away, leaving Robert even more confused. He went back to his desk and rearranged the fallen stack of folders. A smile he didn’t bother to resist spread across his lips. He opened the first folder and for the rest of the day, nothing took away his happiness. Not even Jake, who stopped in more times than he wanted to point a finger at him, make smacking noises with his lips and hum a tune, Robert didn’t even want to guess the title.

~~~

When Robert arrived at Barbara’s apartment, he handed Barbara the flowers he’d purchased from the florist on his way home. She buried her nose in their aromatic essence, then lifted her face and smiled. He stepped past her into the entry.

“Thank you for the beautiful flowers. This early in the spring, these daisies are beautiful. Come, I made steak with potatoes.” She took his hand and led him to the kitchen. “My mother would have a fit. First, for having a man in my apartment, then for letting him in the kitchen while I finish dinner. My father always sits in the living room and reads the paper until she cooks dinner and sets it on the table.” She pointed to a chair next to a gray, Formica-topped, aluminum table. “I, on the other hand, think a man should be in the kitchen. All great chefs are men, so why not you? Do you cook?”

Robert smiled. Barbara could talk the paint off the wall, but he liked her free-and-easy manner. “A little. I cook a mean garlic chicken and potatoes. I like a good grilled steak and baked potato. I don’t make haute cuisine meals.” He sat in the chair and crossed his leg over his knee.

She walked over, lightly tapped his cheek and handed him a cup of coffee. “The fact you can even put those two words in a meaningful sentence has me melting.” She bent over and took the roast from the oven. He couldn’t take his eyes off the way her skirt flowed around her bottom. He forced his gaze to the yellow curtains.

“There we are. Mmmm, does this smell good.” She gave a nervous laugh. After arranging the salad, potato, and vegetables, she sliced the meat. Robert helped carry the dishes to the dining room table.

She’d put his flowers in a cut glass vase, then set it in the middle of the tablecloth.

“Fancy doings,” he muttered.

Barbara stopped and looked at him. “Are you all right with this?” Her expression showed concern.

“Oh, yes. I wasn’t condemning, just observing. It’s been a while since I’ve had a homecooked meal, at least cooked by someone other than me.” He held her chair and seated her before sitting across the table from her.

She laid her hand across the cloth toward his, palm up. “Do you want to return thanks, or shall I?” She smiled.

He hadn’t said a prayer out loud since before Becca had passed.

“You’d better.” He put his hand on hers and curled his fingers. She spoke firmly and with a steady confidence. She said amen and he still held her hand.

“We’re going to need these if we want to eat,” she murmured.

He grinned. “Sure, I guess we do.” He let go and took the napkin from its holder and placed it across his lap.

“Do you attend church regularly?” Barbara handed him the salad bowl after taking a portion for herself.

He shook his head. “When we first married, Becca and I went to the church I went to as a child. When Becca became pregnant, she stopped going, claiming it was too long for her to sit.” He cut a piece of meat and took a bite. The flavors melded and burst on his tongue as he chewed. “Mmm. You did a bang-up job. This steak is so tender; it almost melts in my mouth.”

“I’m glad you like it. I have an upside-down pineapple cake for dessert.”

“I better leave some room. I could eat this and be happy.”

Barbara reached behind her to the buffet and picked up a newspaper. “Robert, I know we shouldn’t talk shop, but I just have to ask you about this.” She handed the folded paper to him.

He cringed. Why did people always fold the paper to reveal the worst pictures of him? “The Water Witcher,” he read the headline aloud.

“Yes, this reporter seemed to have missed the main event, but this rendition of the guy was far more entertaining than all the other reports. Come on, tell me what happened.”

He saw her eyes were alight with laughter and anticipation. He couldn’t disappoint her. He laid down his knife and wiped his mouth with the linen napkin before speaking.

“Okay, I picked up Ernst Milton from his hotel room that Tom and Maggie Borman rented for him. He’s from Brownsville and claimed to know where the Stevens family is. He’s in his sixties, with thin, gray hair that stuck out from a stained, battered cowboy hat. He’d tucked his plaid shirt into old overalls that had seen too many work days and not enough wash days. The crowd loved him on the spot, no matter how much of a nut he might be.”

Robert took a drink from the fancy water glass to wet his throat. Barbara leaned closer, hanging on to his every word. He wished they were sitting next to each other instead of across the table. He took a breath and continued.

“Mr. Milton walked to the middle of the Stevens’ yard and placed one of the girl’s socks, which he had been given by Maggie, on the end of a willow branch shaped in a Y. He grasped a fork in each hand and slowly began to turn in a circle. The rod dipped toward the house. Then he removed the sock and replaced it with another sock, until he had tried all five socks. He came to where we were standing and said, ‘I think it is safe to say that Mr. Stevens and the eldest daughter have been to the house. I’m not sure where they are now, but they’ve been here on the property recently. My stick don’t lie.’

“I told him I didn’t want to question his dramatic demonstration, but what evidence did he have for what he claimed. If they had been in the house recently, where were they now? Why hadn’t they called Tom and Maggie? Was there any indication they might have been brought here under duress?” I asked him.

“He replied, ‘That’s it! They must have been brought here under duress and not allowed to make any calls.’

“Mr. Milton nodded his head like a bobber with a fish nibbling at the bait. He got a little frustrated with my questions. He picked up his stick and said, ‘That is all I can give you.’ You saw the picture of him with his hands in the air like a prize fighter after a win. Flashbulbs popped as if he were the visiting president. I finally got him into the car, and we headed to his hotel.”

Barbara frowned and looked at the newspaper. “When did this happen?” She pointed farther down the article.

Robert laughed. “I felt sorry for the old geezer. He kept muttering that if he could get into the house, he felt sure he would be able to find the family. I finally agreed to take him back.”

“Is that when this reporter showed up?” Barbara interjected.

“Yes, when I pulled up and stopped at the end of the Stevens’ property, Ernst Milton jumped out and headed into the neighbor’s yard. I got out and was going to speak to him when this reporter stopped me and told me he was late for the show and asked if I had a comment he might be able to use. I pointed to the old guy and said, There he is.”

“‘Hey, mister!’ The reporter started to yell, but I stopped him. He is supposed to be able to divine things, wouldn’t he know if he was in the wrong yard? He’d just been there not more than forty-five minutes ago. I pointed to the Stevens’ house next door.”

Barbara laughed, slapping the table. Tears had gathered in her eyes. “Go on, tell it all. I read the story, but this is hilarious.”

Robert picked up the story. “A couple of minutes went by, and Mr. Milton came back to us and said, ‘I got a reading that leads to the house. I should go in and walk around.’ He eyed the young man’s camera and asked. ‘You a reporter?’

“The reporter replied, ‘Yep, I thought I would get a good story about where you think the Stevens family might be.’

“Ernst nodded and started walking back toward the yard he had just vacated. ‘Follow me, young man, we’ll find out where the family is.’

“‘Mr. Milton,’ I called to him, as he started back into the wrong yard. ‘I think that you should know—’ Before I could finish the sentence, the front door of the house opened, and a woman came out on the porch. She wore a flowered dress covered with a full striped apron, and her white hair was pulled back in a tight bun.

“She glared at Mr. Milton and said, ‘What do you want, old man? Get off my grass. You people have no respect for other people’s property.’ She shook her fist at him.

“Mr. Milton looked from the woman to the reporter and then at me; I walked to the edge of the grass. ‘Ma’am we are sorry. This man went to the wrong house.’ I told her.

“She squinted her eyes at the old man, ‘You that nut who was here earlier? What in the world do you think you’re doin’? My husband, God rest his soul, divined water. He wouldn’t have done something as stupid as what you are claiming you can do. Get on home where you belong and stop bothering decent folk.’ That being said, she went into her house and slammed the door.

“Mr. Milton hung his head, shuffled back to the car, and got in the passenger seat without saying another thing.

“The young reporter said, ‘I think I have a story that’ll scoop anyone who was here today!’ He thanked me and ran back to his car, the tires squealed as he pulled away. Ernst asked me to take him to his hotel. He had a bus ticket for the next day. I dropped him off, and that was the end.”

Robert watched Barbara continue laughing. Her laugh was infectious. He couldn’t keep from smiling himself. It was a funny story. No one would believe him if he’d told it. The reporter had validated the incident, and now he was able to see that Barbara had a great sense of humor.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She wiped her eyes with her napkin. “Robert, I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time. It felt good. I could picture everything you told. What a story.” She stood and began taking the dishes to the sink. Robert helped her.

“Oh, you don’t need to do this. There isn’t much here. I can do it later.” She took the plates from his hands.

“My mother always said, ‘If I do the cooking, you do the cleaning.’ So, my brother and I washed and dried dishes.”

“I can do them,” she added a little less forcefully.

“Barbara, do you want to do them by yourself?” He set the salad bowl on the kitchen table.

She winked at him, “Not really. It would be more fun to talk while this chore gets done.”

“Then no more argument.” He turned on the water and stoppered the sink. “Where’s your soap? I’ll wash and you dry, as you know where everything goes.”

She pointed under the sink. He found the bottle and added the soap to the water. Together they got the job done in record time. Robert told her stories from his days on patrol. She told stories from reports she’d typed up.

“I can make coffee if you want to stay for a while.”

“Thank you, but it is getting late. I have to get some paperwork done before I go to bed. That isn’t an excuse, it’s the truth.” He took his coat from her, but before she could open the door, he took her in his arms and hugged her, then lifted her chin. “Thank you for dinner. I enjoyed every moment of the evening with you.” He bent his head and kissed her upturned lips.

A warm feeling like slow-running molasses made its way from his head to his groin. She fit in his arms, just as she had the night of the Policeman’s Ball. He dropped his coat to the floor and pulled her more fully into his embrace. Her lips moved against his, and he felt her hands slowly move up his back. Her breasts burned his chest and fire flowed through his veins. He hadn’t felt like this since—he pulled back and rested his cheek against hers—since Becca.

“Thank you again, for dinner.” He shrugged his coat on, settling his hat on his brow with a slide of his fingers across the brim.

“I always love the way you do that. It’s like a sexual caress,” her voice was low and breathy.

He couldn’t help himself and bent to give her a swift kiss on the lips, then touched her lips with his finger, “See you tomorrow.”

“Yes.” She leaned on the doorjamb. He waved his hand as he got into the car. She remained in the doorway as he pulled away from the curb.

His body was telling him to move on with his life, that he didn’t have to live life without a woman’s company. He tapped his palm on the steering wheel in time to a jazz song on the radio. A smile tugged at his lips, and he gave in, letting it spread into joy.

Chapter 15

Robert had an odd feeling as he drove the six blocks back to his house. A sense something wasn’t right. He pulled into the driveway and turned off the motor. He didn’t get out right away. The house was dark, which was unusual because he remembered he’d left the entryway light on and the front porch light on. He looked across at the porch. It was missing the globe and the bulb.

He stepped out of the car and pushed the door gently closed until he heard the soft click of the lock. He pulled his piece from its holster and flicked off the safety. He walked back to the sidewalk. The tree on the street side of the walk hid him from the street light. The front curtain was as he’d left it, except the lower part had caught on the table in front of it. Someone was in his house or had been.

He checked the breezeway between the garage and the back door and he opened the screen to the side door. Standing to one side, he pushed on the door. It was shut and locked. They must have gone out the front door. He put his key in the lock and turned it. Using his tie to turn the knob, he opened the door.

Nothing moved inside. He waited and thought, I should call for backup. But that would mean waking a neighbor; if someone had been in the house, they’ll be gone by now. He let his gun make its entrance, then looked down as he stepped over the threshold. A thick layer of sugar and other powdery items coated the kitchen floor. He listened. No sound. Using the side of his palm, he flicked on the kitchen light.

The light revealed chaos. Cupboard doors stood open or hung off their hinges. Everything had been pulled off the shelves onto the floor, broken or smashed. Footprints in a mess looked as if the person made the mess on purpose. Some were distinguishable due to the liquids that had escaped their containers; others were drag marks toward the door leading to the living room.

Robert backed out and went to the front. The door wasn’t shut all the way. He pushed at it but found it bent off its hinges. The living room lay in shambles. How could the neighbors not have heard what was going on in here? Why not call the cops? Oh, right, he was the cop. There was no getting around that. He stepped over the mess and found the phone; its cord ripped from the wall, and the receiver busted. It looked as if it had been used as a weapon.

This was no casual break-in. Most perps breaking in looked for money or valuables. This mess was calculated vandalism. They’d taken an ax or something to the furniture. He went down the hall to the bedroom. It hadn’t been spared. Drawers were dumped out and the bedding was ripped from the mattress and had been slashed. He looked closer. Were they looking for something? His notes, the report? Opening the closet door, all his clothes lay in a pile on the floor. Holes had been poked in the plaster as if they were looking for something hidden. They hadn’t found his safe. They’d missed the latch that would have opened the wall. There was a hole in the wall, but the hidden door remained latched. He stepped back across the mess and tiptoed to the living room.

Adrenaline flowed hot through his veins and anger fed it. His fingers gripped the pistol. He wanted to shoot something. Mentally, his training kicked in. The adrenaline cooled with ice logic. He looked at everything and carefully stepped in his own footprints as he made his way back to the front door.

He knocked at a neighbor’s door. After a long wait, the porch light came on and a face with a sleepy expression peered through the glass.

“Mr. Collins, what are you doing up so late?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Davis. my house was vandalized. May I use your phone?”

Immediately the door opened, and Mr. Davis unlocked the screen. Robert wiped his feet and followed the man in the plaid dressing coat to the phone.

“I heard some awful noises from over there. I didn’t know what to think. I should have called the police, but I wasn’t sure of the situation, you being a cop and all.”

“I wish you would have.” Robert dialed the number. “Tracy, Collins. I just got home and found my house ransacked. I need the squad over here right away. No sirens! This is a quiet neighborhood, and everyone is asleep. What? Oh, yes.” He gave her the address and hung up.

“I’m sorry, but there’s going to be some commotion going on.” He went on to give a brief description of the damage as he walked to the door.

“I hope they catch the person. I don’t want my house destroyed.” Mr. Davis’ beady eyes darted back and forth as he checked the street for a bogeyman.

“Mr. Davis, there’s nothing to worry about. This was directed at me alone.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, I would tell you to try to get some sleep, but there are going to be people all around my place with flashlights. We might have to come into your yard for a look-see.”

“That’s okay.” He started to shut the door, then called out. “Mr. Collins, this isn’t going to happen on a regular basis, is it?”

“I sure hope not.” Robert waved his hand and crossed the lawn to his own house.

As the reality of it all set in, his hands shook. He immediately gripped the counter and bent over it. He cleared his mind of the situation. When he opened his eyes, he was back in control. This was a crime scene like any other. Treat it with distance and keep a clear head for evidence.

He heard the sounds of a siren and swore. Did they have no sense of thought for the neighbors? When the first squad car screeched to a stop in his driveway, he stood on the sidewalk ready to get on with work.

The firefighters from around the corner on 35th Avenue and Belmont Street rushed in to see what they could do. They were soon relegated to the outside while the crime scene team got to work.

Mr. Davis could be seen peeking from behind the dining room curtains; watching everyone, especially if they went near his yard.

Hours later, the last of the squad cars left. Robert stood in what amounted to double the mess he’d walked into. Every cop had tramped through the house by way of the kitchen, back through the house and outside. Now a sugary mess covered every bit of the downstairs floor. He didn’t bake and there was a small bag of flour he’d used for gravy. It had been emptied and the bag wadded in a corner.

Jake arrived after the first squads had come. Robert had the dispatcher call him right after he called the station.

“Lorene said you’re to come home with me. She’ll have a bed made up for you.”

“Thank her.” Robert shook his head. “I’m staying here. I don’t want them coming back.”

The two of them found two by fours in his garage and nailed them across the front door. Inside they nailed the door closed. “I can fix it tomorrow.” He yawned. “I can’t do anything about the broken windows until tomorrow anyway.”

“Want me to stay?” Jake shook his head at the busted couch and recliner. “Don’t bother coming to work tomorrow. I’ll tell the chief what happened.”

“No. Go home to Lorene and Elizabeth. I’ll be fine.”

Jake left out the back, and Robert pushed the door in place, locking it. He ignored the catastrophe and headed for his bedroom. Arranging the slashed mattress on the bed and the nightstand back with its broken lamp in place. He set his gun next to it, then rolled in his blanket on top the mattress and slipped into a troubled sleep.

A thump against the wall in his bedroom brought him to a sitting position, heart racing and his hand going for his gun on the nightstand. He could see a bit of light coming through a slit in the torn curtain. The sun shone through haze. What time was it? He checked his watch. 8:15 a.m. Who would be at his house at this time of day? Had the perps returned for another go?

He brought the gun to his lap and waited to hear the next sound. Another bump and the clang of metal on the sidewalk. He frowned and crouched below the window ledge, heading toward the kitchen. He could hear movement but couldn’t see anyone. The unexpected sound of the doorbell gave him a start.

“Robert, are you in there?” a female voice called.

Barbara, he recognized her voice. “The cavalry to the rescue,” he muttered under his breath as he tucked his piece into his back waistband and peered through the broken window.

“Did you bring your broom?” he asked after opening the door to let her in with her bucket full of cleaning supplies.

“Are you insinuating I ride one?” She arched her brows.

He frowned, then got the joke. “No, I only have one broom, so I was hoping if you came to help, you’d have brought an extra.”

“I’m organized. Not only did I bring cleaning supplies, but I also brought help. My sisters run a cleaning business, so I asked if they would do some community service, and here they are!” She turned toward the driveway.

Up the drive came three women, wearing pink scarves tied around their heads. Each carried a bucket and cleaning supplies sticking out of it, along with a bag of rags. Robert stood aside and let them in as Barbara introduced them to him.

“Robert, you go on to work. You don’t need to see all this. I’ll make sure you have your home back in tiptop shape.” Barbara crossed her arms as if she would brook no argument.

He tapped her cute nose. Secretly, he was relieved. “I’ll change in the bedroom if you ladies don’t mind and get out of the way. I’ll call a contractor to come over to fix the windows and the doors.”

“Shoo,” they ordered, and Robert obeyed.

~~~

He drove down Belmont Street and turned onto Grand Avenue and took a right on Alder Street to the station. He sat in his car. He felt calm. He still had anger, but now he directed it to find the culprit. He got out of the car and headed into the station.

Tracy met him at the swinging gate to the squad room.

“Robert, I’m so sorry about last night. Is everything okay?”

He nodded. “The cavalry showed up, and the pink cleaning squad is on duty as we speak.”

“Oh, good. I called Barbara after you called me.” She backed up and covered her mouth when his piercing eyes locked on to hers. “Was I wrong to do that? I’m so sorry,” she whispered. Her eyes became moist and her face flushed.

He grinned. “Stop, Tracy. You did a good thing. Her sister owns a cleaning service. All is well. After all, you knew, of course, her sister owned this service. That’s why you called her.” He nodded until she got the point and nodded back. A smile replaced the tight lips.

He headed to Jake’s office.

“What are you doing here? I told you to stay home.” Jake cocked his head at Robert. “You couldn’t be done cleaning your house. Did you go to bed last night?”

Robert sat in the chair opposite Jake’s desk and laced his fingers behind his head. “I got woke up this morning by a lot of noise outside. Who do you think showed up?”

“The perps came back?” Jake leaned forward over his desk.

“No.” Robert let his voice raise for Jake to guess again.

“Barbara.” Jake smiled and relaxed.

“Tracy called her last night. What is it that makes certain people think we’re a couple? We only went to the Ball and had one date.” Robert’s voice sounded whiny even in his ears. He clamped his lips shut.

“I have no idea.” Jake continued to look at the report in his hand. “So, she showed up.”

Robert looked at Jake. He was a little too quiet and noncommunicative. “Did you call her?”

“Call who? Tracy? No, you did.”

“No,” Robert spoke in a measured tone. “Did you call Barbara last night?”

There was a pause. “Yes, but Tracy had already called and told her, so I hung up.”

“Sure,” Robert muttered under his breath. A long silence passed between the two men.

“Jake, who would know I wasn’t going to be home last night? Did you mention it to anyone?” He frowned, “I wonder if Barbara mentioned it to any of her friends?”

Jake turned his head to one side. “That’s a possibility. If she mentioned it and someone overheard it. I don’t want to think someone in our station would stoop that low, but I can’t count it out.” Jake sagged heavily in the chair across from Robert. “Could someone have been waiting for you to leave?”

“How would they know how long I was going to be gone? I might have been just going to the store.”

“All dressed up, and I bet you had flowers.” Jake bit his lip to keep from smiling at Robert’s guilty look.

“Okay, I give you that. I didn’t have the flowers when I left. I bought them on the way to her house. I know a florist, and she was working late, so she let me come by after the shop closed.”

“I know I didn’t say a thing about your date. What makes you think that it was someone here who leaked the information?”

“I get calls about things that happen, threatening calls. They know everything that goes on in here. We’re either bugged, or there’s a mole.”

“You sure it’s in the department?”

Jake grimaced. “Nate.” They both spoke at the same time.

“I am sure it wasn’t intentional,” Jake offered.

“Yeah, he just couldn’t keep it quiet.”

“We won’t be able to find out the one person because by now everyone knows.”

Robert’s chin sank to his chest. “What a mess!”

“This situation or your house?”

“Both. Barbara and her sisters are over there right now cleaning.” He started to sit forward, “Do you think?”

“No. She’s as clean as they come. I don’t believe she is in on this.”

“They tore up my bedroom. The bed, the—”

“I was there. I saw it,” Jake interrupted. “I agree with what you’re going to say. It looked like they were looking for something. What?”

“My question exactly. I don’t have anything anyone would want.” Then he thought about what he’d taken home. The memory of his files not in the exact order or neatness in his drawer.

“They searched my desk.”

“Who? When?” Jake froze his hand hovering over the paper he was just about to sign.

Robert stood and motioned for Jake to follow. “I could use a cup of coffee, how about you?”

Jake frowned as Robert stared at his phone then looked around the room and jerked his head toward the door. Jake followed.

“I don’t trust our offices. Check your phone and drop your pen under your desk. Feel around to be sure there’s nothing there.”

Jake asked, “Think they’d waste a bug on us?”

“I get the feeling this murder case is bigger than we think. It might go further up than this station.” Robert let his eyes search the empty break room, while Jake poured himself a cup of coffee. “I think there are people higher than our paygrade who are involved. Up the government ladder and maybe the political ladder.”

Jake made a face. “You think big. I can’t believe an average missing family would be connected to anyone as high up as you think.”

“It’s not the family. It’s who Calvin knows and who James’ is connected to. Follow the money is what Elliot Ness said when he was tracking Al Capone. Same business, different geography.”

Jake let out a whistle.” “I hope not.”

~~~

Robert drove home to meet the contractor, who never showed. Barbara ordered Robert out. It almost felt good to have someone else in charge. The niggling doubt that she might have something to do with this didn’t set well. What better way to derail suspicion than to offer to clean up the mess.

This was stupid. He’d been with her all evening, and she never made or got a phone call. There was no way she was involved with this. His instincts were almost always right. It was not Barbara. Or did he just not want to see the clues? He shook his head and shut down any further thoughts along that line.

When Robert pulled into his driveway later that night, the house was again dark. A brief charge of anticipation went through his nervous system. Pictures of the scene from the night before flew through his mind as he traced his steps to the side door. He unlocked and opened the door. He checked the floor inside. Clean. He went in, then shut and locked the door behind him. He turned the button, and the center light in the room came to life.

The place was spotless. The cupboard doors had been rehung. Robert opened them. The plates that hadn’t been broken were washed and stacked on the shelves, along with a few remaining cups and glasses.

On the small kitchen table, he found a note.

Robert, I had the contractor do the fix-up work.

He patched the holes in the walls.

You’ll have to do the major carpentry work on the doors.

There is a casserole in the refrigerator.

Pop it in the oven at 350 degrees for about 30 minutes.

Sorry about what happened. Barbara

He checked the fridge and turned on the oven as she ordered. He let himself relax and smile at her caring gesture. A hot, homecooked meal.

He walked through the house. It looked nothing like the night before, except sheets covered the damaged upholstery of the chair and the couch. He could see where the holes had new plaster. He checked his closet and pressed the release mechanism, the door shuddered and opened a little, but stopped. He saw the problem and knew it wouldn’t take much to fix it. It had been a long day. He made sure it was closed entirely and headed for the bathroom. He found a new towel set and his shaving mug with a new razor lay next to the sink. Leaning on the counter, he stared at his reflection. Part of him still felt the violation of his house. The other part began to acknowledge the warm feeling of having someone care for him. He felt some of the loneliness begin to fade.

His bed was made. A mattress pad stretched over the slits. Lying between fresh sheets, he remembered why it was nice to be married. A slow grin lifted his lips, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 16

Two weeks later, when the pipeline of leads had dwindled to a trickle, Robert began reading back through his notes from the beginning of the case. Jake parked himself in his favorite chair across from Robert. He sorted through the folder he’d brought with him. When he looked at the last page, he closed the folder and dropped it on the floor beside his chair.

Robert looked up. “Giving up already?”

Jake shook his head. “I’m trying to think about the family and their routines. They appear to be a normal family with church, school, and community affiliations. What connections would Kelly have outside their present community, where her parents had a tight rein on her? Where could she meet someone on the sly?”

“I probably need to go talk to Maggie. She’s my only connection to the family’s lifestyle. She and Mrs. Stevens are closer than some siblings. I talk to my brother a few times a year. We get along fine. We have other fish to fry.” He watched Jake nod and continued. “My mother gives me a running tab about my little brother. I’m sure she does the same thing to him about me. These two women had a connection I’ve never experienced before. Don’t you think if something traumatic happened in either family, the other would know? My guess is Maggie sensed a change in Debra and questioned her. Something made her fearful to talk about it. What?’

Jake frowned as he contemplated what Robert said. “I agree. Lorene and her sister, Tammy, are like two peas in a pod. Being eleven months apart, they were like twins. Irish twins. I’m told it’s called Irish twins.” He grinned and shook his head. “I have no idea why, so don’t ask.” He shook his finger at Robert to make a point. “When Lorene got pregnant, she got a call from Tammy. She wanted to know what was wrong and why Lorene was sick. Lorene hadn’t told her she’d been having morning sickness.”

“You mean the two of you had it,” Robert reminded him.

Jake shook his finger at Robert. “I’m not going to repeat. I had the flu.”

Robert gave him an exaggerated nod like he was trying to believe him, but his grin gave him away.

“What I’m trying to say is, Maggie had to have known something was wrong. What does she know and why is she keeping it a secret?” Jake lowered his voice.

Robert leaned forward, resting his arms on his desk. “I agree, it must be something sinister if we are whispering about it too.” His voice dropped to match Jake’s.

Jake looked up and grinned back. “You’re right. Are we surmising there is something along the organized crime line that lends suspicions to this missing family?”

“My guess is yes. That clue along with the goons who dumped me in the river. I’m going to work more on the mob theory. There’s some connection.”

Jake shrugged, “Okay, I’ll go with the not guilty until proven innocent on the crime side.” He picked up his folders and gave Robert a salute as he sauntered back to his desk.

Robert gave Maggie a call and asked if he could look at the Stevens’ home again. The police had released it back to the family.

“We’ve started to pack things up. We’re going to have an estate sale. You’re welcome to look at anything you want. Do you have something particular you’re looking for?” she asked.

“Not really. I haven’t been in the house since those first few weeks. If you’ve been going through anything, maybe there’s something that was missed.” She agreed to meet him at the house and let him in.

Robert left the station, and instead of driving down Sandy Boulevard, he drove up to Grand Avenue then to Belmont Street and headed east. When he got to the bottom of Laurelhurst Park, he slowed. Barbara hadn’t been at work when he left. He wondered if she went home or met someone for lunch. As he came near her apartment building, Barbara stepped out of the front door. Robert slowed to stop and speak to her. A man followed her from the building.

She and the man stood talking on the sidewalk. He bent and gave her a brief kiss on her lips, and she clasped his arms in her grasp. Robert drove on past. A feeling like shock hit his chest, then disappeared. Who was the man? He didn’t look like a father, and he knew she didn’t have an older brother. You’re foolish. He chided himself. It could be just a friend coming out of her apartment. Kissing her? He snorted. He drove, barely keeping to the speed limit, down 39th Avenue to Halsey Street and over to 55th Avenue, taking a right turn, proceeding one block, and taking another right onto 56th Avenue. He parked in front of the Stevens’ house and met Maggie on the porch.

Maggie opened the door and let Robert in. It looked almost the same as it had that first day. The Christmas tree had been taken down. A trail of dead pine needles made a path to the front door. There was no tree outside, so it must have been picked up.

A box with all the ornaments in their squares sat in its place. The Santa suit had fallen off the chair, and the bag of candy canes was missing.

“Detective, tell me where we are in this investigation. Are we any closer to finding out who killed my brother and his family?” Maggie asked, following him up the stairs.

“Maggie, I wish I knew.”

In Kelly’s room, nothing had changed. “Is this the room of a fourteen-year-old, teenage girl?” He walked to the closet and opened the door. All her dresses hung neatly, evenly spaced on the wooden pole. He looked down to see three pairs of shoes; oxfords for school, Mary Janes for church, and a worn and torn pair of sneakers. The rest of the closet floor was empty

“Debra told me Kelly changed. She was always a good girl. Even her friends called her Pollyanna. Debra said she acted more pleasant, helpful, and quiet. She stayed in her room except for dinner and never complained about cleaning up. She acted like the perfect daughter. The other girls complained she didn’t play with them anymore.”

Robert sat on the bed, and Maggie sat on the chair by the desk. “Maggie, I’m sure Kelly was pregnant.”

Maggie remained silent for a moment, then she spoke, “I know you asked me about it a while ago, but when you didn’t bring it up, I thought you might have forgotten about it.”

“No, I needed confirmation. You said she didn’t go to her regular doctor, so I am guessing it was one out of town.” Maggie nodded. “Then she did talk to you about it?”

“Debra told me about Kelly and asked if I thought one of the relatives would take her until the baby was born, and then she would give it up for adoption. I told her about a cousin I was close to in California. I said I’d call if she wanted me to. She told me to wait. Karl was going to work with the father of the boy and see if he would pay for her care.”

“Did she tell you who the boy was?”

Maggie shook her head. “Debra seemed scared, and she wouldn’t tell me. I even asked her if there was something that she was afraid of. Debra smiled and said no. I could see in her eyes she was lying. What could I do?”

“That was the last time you and Mrs. Stevens talked about it?” She nodded. “Did you observe anything between Kelly and the family?”

“No, we saw the four of the family at church the week before, but Kelly didn’t attend. Debra said she wasn’t feeling well. Another time she spent the night with her girlfriend. Karl never mentioned her name at all. I didn’t press.”

“Did you notice if her friends came over a lot, or did they stay away?”

Maggie pinched the bridge of her nose before answering. “Last spring and summer, she spent a lot of time with one of the girls. Debra told me she might as well move over there for as much time as she stayed there.”

“Who was the girl?”

Maggie tilted her head in thought, “Angel, no, Angie I think.”

Robert nodded and wrote the name in his notebook, then went to the bookshelves. He looked through the school books. The crime scene team had done an excellent job. He could see the residue of powder where they tried to lift prints. There were only three books with the names of each class written on the cover. Inside, the pages contained homework assignments, but no side notes or comments. Not even the Pee-Chee folders had names of boys or things most girls wrote on them. He did notice “ANGIE—FRIENDS 4 EVER” written on one of the folders.

“Did you make that call to your relative in California?”

“No. I asked Debra about it at Thanksgiving.” She paused a moment as if to decide what to say next. Robert heard her take a breath, “Kelly ate at the kid’s table. When she finished, I saw her put her dish in the sink, and she went upstairs. I didn’t see her come down the rest of the day. While we washed and dried dishes, Debra told me they were working things out and might soon have a solution. I figured Karl must have talked to the boy or his father.”

“Did Debra ever give you a hint about who the boy was?” Robert repeated the question.

“No.” Her answer was short

“Maggie.” Robert faced her, “You and Mrs. Stevens had a special relationship. I doubt she kept important information from you. It seems like she shared everything with you. Are you holding out information from an investigation? If it comes to light, you can be prosecuted for obstruction of justice.”

Maggie’s face turned pale. Her hands shook as she wrung them in her lap. Her top teeth worried her bottom lip, and Robert waited, hoping she’d break and tell what she was hiding.

Maggie stood and walked to the door, “Are you coming?” she asked when he didn’t move. The moment was lost.

“I can’t see anything here that’s going to help me find her killer.” He stood at the door and took one more look around the room, hoping some clue would start glowing and reveal itself. Nothing happened. He followed her downstairs.

“Have you talked to Calvin?” Robert asked when they reached the first floor.

“He called me the other day and asked when we were having the sale and if I thought there’d be a lot of money from it. He’s waiting for the probate to come through to see what he gets from the estate.”

“Do you have any suspicion he might be involved in this?” Robert stood in the middle of the living room.

She didn’t speak for a moment then looked at him. “Off the record?”

“Sure.”

“I think he knows exactly who’s involved with this. He also knows how long the arm of that family might be, and he isn’t willing to take the chance it can reach him. After seeing what happened to his family, he’s keeping quiet. I doubt you’ll ever get him to say anything that will point a finger at any of his friends. Detective, I have to agree with him. If someone wanted Kelly gone and was willing to take the whole family out to keep the incident quiet forever, I’d keep quiet too.”

“Maggie, because we are off the record so to speak, has anyone approached or called you about this case?”

“Yes.” She turned as if she’d made a decision. “I got a phone call and was told if we knew anything that might help the police find the killer, we had better keep our mouths shut. I don’t know anything, and I don’t want to know anything. I don’t want to be involved in discovering who ordered this, if it’s going to cost me my family.”

“You’re probably right. On the other hand, if someone doesn’t stop this kind of thing, it will just continue to grow until the whole of Portland will be like a “Little Chicago” under mob rule.” He pulled the front door closed behind them and gave it a rattle to make sure it was locked. “I don’t want to be Eliot Ness, but someone has to stand up to them.”

Chapter 17

Robert hung up the phone. They’ve found another body in the Columbia River. The third in three weeks. He opened his notebook and saw where he’d written the dentist’s number that Maggie had given him.

“Dr. Simms, this is Detective Robert Collins again. I need you to bring the dental records for Mr. Stevens.”

“You got another body?”

“Yeah, it seems they are popping out of the river like fart bubbles.” Robert tried to joke, but there was no returning laugh from the other end of the line. “You can ride with me if you want to.”

“Can I just give you the records and you take them to the morgue?” Mark’s tone sounded distant and evasive.

Robert held the black receiver away from his ear and looked at it. What happened to bring on this change in Mark Simms?

“No, they took him to a funeral home in Vancouver. You can leave your car here and ride with me.”

“Robert, I’ll come with you. If there are reporters there, I don’t want to be seen.”

“What is going on?” Robert’s fingers tightened on the receiver, and his brows pinched into a frown.

Mark took a deep breath, then let it all out at once. “I got a call the day after I identified Sara Stevens. A man, not identifying himself, told me if I identified any more of the Stevens family, I wouldn’t have any eyes left to identify anyone.” His voice shook slightly.

“Then I take it you won’t come.” Robert took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

“Robert, just give me a few minutes to think about it.”

“Sure, I’ll be leaving in an hour or so. I will need those X-rays.”

“Sure.”

An hour-and-a-half later, there was no call from Mark. He figured the frightened dentist had backed out. No folder with X-rays waited for him at the front desk. He checked his Timex and headed for his cruiser and sat for a few minutes before his hand reached to turn the key. He heard a tapping on the passenger window. Mark stood there. Leaning across the bench seat, Robert pulled up the black knob to unlock the door. Mark got in, locked the door, and slumped in his seat.

“Why’d you change your mind?” Robert wondered why this scared man would take such a risk.

“Can we get out of here?” He spoke in a low tone. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I could end up killed for what I’m about to say.”

Robert put the car into gear and pulled out on to Alder Street, took a left over to Grand Avenue, and headed north.

“Don’t you trust me?” Robert asked bluntly.

“I’m not sure. You aren’t like the other officers I’ve talked to on this case. Anyway, I got a call after I talked to you. It was the same voice that gave me the other warning. This time he said I could identify this body.”

“Somebody told you to go and identify this body. Did he say why?”

“No, he just hung up.” Mark shrugged

“I can just bet this body is not one of the Stevens family. I didn’t get any description of the body either.” Robert frowned. The two didn’t talk much in the forty-five minutes it took the car to drive up I-5 and cross the river.

When Robert pulled around to the back of the funeral home, he didn’t see any reporters around the door.

“Looks like everyone but me got the memo this wasn’t a member of the family,” he muttered.

The two men greeted the mortician, who led them downstairs. Inside the morgue, they immediately saw the body laid on the table was not Karl Stevens. This man was young, in shabby clothing. He looked like he might have been a drug user from the marks on the arm.

Robert knew it was useless to demand an explanation from the coroner. He shook his head at the white-coated man. “Was there something about this man that matched the description of Mr. Stevens? I can see at a glance this man had no similarities. Why were the Portland police called?”

“I have no idea. I didn’t make the call; that was upstairs.” He jabbed his middle finger upward, his eyes following the action.

Robert and Mark strode outside to the car, not speaking to anyone on the way. Neither of the men talked much on the return drive to Portland.

Robert stopped next to the other man’s car.

“Don’t call me, and I won’t call you,” Mark responded as he slid out of the squad car.

~~~

One line of questioning Robert had held off on pursuing were Kelly’s friends. He stared at the single name in his notebook—Angie. These were calls he didn’t want to make. The girl’s actual name, Angela Davis had been Kelly’s best friend, everyone he talked to at their school made mention of it.

He called Angie’s mother. “Mrs. Davis, I’m Detective Collins with the Portland Police Bureau. I’m investigating the missing Stevens family, and I’ve been told Angie was Kelly’s best friend. I’m wondering if I might come and speak with Angie about her friend?” He kept his voice soft and lower as he spoke into the phone.

“I don’t know what she can tell you. I’ve asked her if she knew any reason the Stevens family might have left town without telling anyone. She said no and burst into tears. She’s pretty upset about this whole thing.”

“May I talk to her? I might have some questions she can help me answer.” Robert crossed his fingers hoping she could hear the consolatory tone in his voice.

“I guess so.” She gave Robert the time and day to come over to the home.

“Thank you, Mrs. Davis. Maybe if Angie talks to me, she can unload what’s bothering her.”

There was a slight pause then, “I don’t know.” The tone in her voice reflected an abrupt change. “I’m sure she would tell me anything that was bothering her. Good day, sir.” The dial tone buzzed in his ear.

What had he said to upset her? He repeated the conversation to Barbara as they ate lunch at Yaws Drive-In. She turned to stare at him. The smile she gave him didn’t read “funny,” as in haha.

“What!?” he demanded

“You offended her.”

“I did not. What did I say that would offend her?”

Barbara had taken another bite of her thick burger and now had to chew before answering. Her eyes were bright with a secret that seemed to be funny to her alone. He waited and sucked on the paper straw that kept going flat with the thick milkshake.

She laid her hand on his arm. “You insinuated that her daughter would keep secrets from her. That when she asked her daughter a question, she might not answer truthfully. Sometimes mothers overlook their daughter’s needs and desire to be independent.” She stopped and took another bite as if to stop the flow of words that might leak some personal information.

Robert watched her for a moment. “You’ll make a good mother someday.”

Barbara blushed and turned to look out the window.

“Any suggestions to get Angie to tell her secrets?”

Barbara turned and had composed herself. “Be nice, not official. If Mom agrees to let you talk alone, then she might open up. You’ll have to go gently.”

“I wish you were doing this,” Robert blurted out.

“How about I go with you? Angie might be more open if a woman is with you, and it will put Mama Bear at ease.”

Robert thought a moment, then nodded. “You’ll go with me.” He said it as if it were his idea.

Barbara smiled.

~~~

The sun peeked from behind a cloud for a brief minute, then disappeared. A cool breeze blew across the yard. Robert shivered a bit as he and Barbara stepped on the porch of Angie’s house. It was situated a few blocks from the Stevens’ home. Far enough that Mrs. Stevens wouldn’t pop in to check on her daughter.

Angie Davis sat on the sofa. Robert noted she was a pretty girl with blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, her teeth encased in braces. She wouldn’t look at Robert when they followed Mrs. Davis into the living room.

Angie wore school clothes, a plaid shirtwaist dress, bobby socks, and oxford shoes. She wrung her hands nervously in her lap. School was out for the summer, but this was a formal meeting, hence the school outfit. Maybe her mother thought it made her look more childlike and innocent.

“Angie, I am Detective Collins and this Ms. Taylor from the police department. We need to ask you to tell me about your friend, Kelly. I know you were best friends.”

Angie nodded but didn’t look up or make a comment.

“I don’t want to make this a question-and-answer session. I don’t know anything about Kelly and her sisters except they were girls, and I know nothing about girls. I have a brother, and he is much worse than a sister.” He watched Angie, whose lips lifted a little at his joke then hid it right away.

“Did Kelly get along with her sisters? Or did they fight, as I did with my brother? He was the worst practical joker. He loved to short-sheet my bed. It got to the point I had to make my bed every night before I could go to sleep. Which one of the Stevens girls was the prankster?”

Angie couldn’t hold back the grin. “Darla. We had to watch her all the time. We finally had one of the boys find us a huge jar of dead bugs and spread them all at the bottom of her bed. She never makes her bed, so we just left the covers in a mess. You should have heard her scream! If there were any dinosaurs in the ground, they would have been up running around.”

Robert leaned forward laughing along with her. “That was great!! Did Darla start making her bed more often after that?”

Angie relaxed a little on the couch. “Yes. We would sneak in and pull the spread down a little, and she would freak out and call her mom to check the bed before she got in.”

“I guess Kelly always made sure she made her bed,” he encouraged.

“Kelly? She was the mess…” She stopped and clamped her lips shut.

“It’s okay, Angie. I know kids don’t always keep their rooms clean. I saw Kelly’s room and it was pristine.”

Angie looked up and frowned. “Pris—?”

Angie’s mother grinned, “Honey, you not only don’t know the word but have no idea what it means in practice. It means very clean and tidy. Sir, you said Kelly’s room was pristine?” She was frowning.

“Call me Robert. Yes, her bed had hospital corners, the books on the shelves were arranged in alphabetical order, and even the pencils in her desk drawer were sharp and lined up by size.”

Angie’s mother looked at her daughter. “What happened? Did she get hit by some lightning bolt, and it missed you? You both were practically joined at the hip.” She looked at Robert and continued. “These girls would sit in their rooms with the blankets and pillows strewn all over, listening to rock and roll music that I can’t understand.”

“Why did Kelly start cleaning her room extra tidy?” Robert kept his voice low and soft.

Tears formed in Angie’s eyes. “She just wanted to be the best daughter for her parents. To show them she wasn’t a bad girl.”

“Honey, they knew she was a good girl, just because your room is a little messy now and then doesn’t mean we don’t love you. I’m sure her parents thought the same way.” Angie’s mother hugged her daughter.

“Ma’am, we need to ask Angie a sensitive question. It was probably a secret that she and Kelly shared. I don’t want to break the confidence they had. Would you mind if we asked her in private?” He held his breath and looked at Barbara.

Mrs. Davis frowned and kept her arm around her daughter in a protective manner. She looked from Robert to Barbara, unsure if she should hold her ground.

“Ma’am, I work in the police department. The detective brought me along to make sure we kept all the proprieties. You don’t have to worry.” Barbara leaned a little forward and lowered her voice, exuding confidence.

Robert smiled, and the words registered with Mrs. Davis. She patted Angie’s knee. “We don’t have secrets, so you tell them what they want to know. Can I get you both some coffee cake to go with a cup of coffee? I also have some cookies.” She looked at the two officers.

Robert started to deny the offer, but Barbara answered, “That would be wonderful. We missed our afternoon shot of coffee to keep us going.”

Robert nodded. Mrs. Davis walked to the kitchen and shut the swinging door. He guessed she’d have an ear glued to the door for a time. Mothers were very protective of their daughters, but Barbara understood secrets between girls.

Robert didn’t move from the chair. He did press the record and play buttons on the reel-to-reel recorder he’d brought. He opened his notebook and clicked his pen. “I know—”

“Angie, what was Kelly like?” Barbara interrupted. He clamped his lips shut. He didn’t want to sit around listening to girl talk. Let’s get down to business, he wanted to say.

“She was—is—so nice and my best friend.” Her mother must have given her a handkerchief, and she wadded it in her grasp. “We’ve known each other since grade school.

“You share everything?” Barbara prompted

“Yes.” Her voice was breathy as if she knew what was coming

“I don’t see you girls as the outdoorsy type. Did you like camping outside in a tent?

Angie blushed and stared at her knees. “Not very much.”

“Your mother and Kelly’s aunt told us you like to camp outside in the summer. Even in the fall when it got colder.” Barbara smiled and folded her hands around her knees.

Angie didn’t answer. Barbara continued. “You didn’t sleep all night in the tent, did you?” Angie’s chin seemed to be attached to her chest. “I’m pretty sure you and Kelly snuck out and met boys.”

Robert saw a teardrop land on the girl’s hand. He almost felt sorry for her, but they had to find out who the girls were seeing.

“Which boy did Kelly like or which one liked her?” Barbara’s voice dropped to a low conversational tone. Robert hoped it kept Mama Bear in the kitchen.

Angie gave a small shake of her head.

“We know Kelly was pregnant,” Robert added. Barbara glared at him, but he shrugged.

Angie’s head popped up, and she looked around for her mother. They were still alone. “How did you find out? No one knew, just her and me and then her parents,” she whispered.

“I could say I was a mind reader, but I’m not. I am a detective and look for clues, put them together to tell a story. This story tells me that Kelly met some of Calvin’s buddies.” Robert didn’t touch her but leaned close and whispered. “Did one of them force himself on her?”

He felt Barbara stiffen and her nails dug into his thigh.

Angie shook head. Her blonde hair whipped across her face. “He didn’t force her.”

“Were you there?” Barbara asked.

“Not that time. I was at the party before.” The words seem to spill over the dam. “I told my mom I was staying at Kelly’s, and she told her mother she was staying with me. The boys picked us up at the end of the alley.”

“Who picked you up?”

She paused; there were tears of fright. “I can’t tell, they’ll kill my family the way they did Kelly’s.” Her voice choked on the words.

“Angie, no one will ever know what you tell me; no matter what, I will never tell.” He crossed his heart with his forefinger and kissed the end. He didn’t know if girls did this, but it was a promise. She relaxed, and the edges of her mouth lifted a little.

“Brody and Mike and Wally were in the car. They said James and Calvin were at the party and would meet us there. We’d seen them before when they came to move Calvin out of the house. Kelly had been with them before, so she said not to worry, they were all nice. She had shown me the charm bracelet one of them gave her.

“Did she tell you who gave it to her?”

“No, she said even though we were best friends, we shouldn’t kiss and tell. That was what he told her to tell me if I asked. I didn’t care, the guys were very nice, and Brody was hugging her, so I guessed he was the one she liked. The other two were in the front seat.”

“Where did you go for the party?” Robert prodded. Before she could answer, Mrs. Davis came into the room with a tray of coffee, cookies, and a glass of milk. “How did you know I love milk and cookies? Angie, aren’t you a little young to be drinking coffee?” They laughed, and Mrs. Davis offered to bring him a glass of milk, which he declined.

She looked at her daughter and asked, “Honey are you okay? Do you want to stop?”

Angie shook her head, “No I am all right.” Mrs. Davis nodded at Robert and Barbara and left the room.

“Thank you, Angie. I want to find the Stevens family killer. Darla and Sara were found in the Columbia River. We’re hoping that the rest of them might still be alive, and we’ll find them.

Angie shook her head violently. “You aren’t going to find them alive.” Tears began to well in her eyes and overflow down her cheeks. She scrubbed her face with the hanky. “They told me they were all—” she paused. Her lips trembled, and her hands shook. She put the glass down and laced her fingers.

Barbara moved to sit next to her. She wrapped her arm around the young girl. “You’ll be fine. We aren’t going to let anything happen to you or your family.” She gave Robert a glare and a nod.

“Yes, we will be sure your family is safe.” He hated to lie. Well, it wasn’t a lie. They would do their best to keep them safe, but other than locking them in a house all day and night, there wasn’t much they could do forever. The mob had long memories. “What did they say?”

“That if I told anyone what happened or if I told anyone what Kelly told me, my family would be next to theirs in the river.”

“Who are ‘they’?” Robert asked.

She shook her head violently. He didn’t press.

He was in a pickle. Here was the one person who could point out the killers, but if he did use her as the star witness, the mob would kill her family and her, probably before it ever came to trial. There was no way to protect this family when the mob had moles in the precinct.

“Angie, can you tell me what happened at the party you went to?” Barbara kept her arm around the girl.

“When we got there, Kelly went off somewhere and left me. I was scared. I tried to look for her, but there were a lot of people. I saw David and asked him where Kelly was. He laughed and said she was being taken care of. Then he took me to a table and asked me what I wanted to drink. I saw some pop, so I just said that. He got me a glass and put the pop in the glass and poured some stuff from a bottle in too. I wanted to say no, but he told me I was at a big girls’ party and I should party as they do. I know there was alcohol in the drink, but I’d never tasted it before. At first, it was awful, but after a while it was warm, and I was having fun. David danced with me, and when his girlfriend got there, he introduced us, and some other guy danced with me. He brought me another drink, and it tasted better, it was like chocolate.

Robert began to get a sick feeling. He looked at Barbara who had the same expression. He was sure what was coming, and he didn’t like it. Angie bit into the cookie, her eyes were gazing into the distance as she remembered.

“I remember dancing. David was teaching me steps; he said he was a dance teacher, but everyone laughed. Someone said, “mattress dancing.” I asked him what dance that was, and he said it came later after I had three of these drinks. Then I would qualify for that dance. I drank the three drinks, but I don’t remember him teaching that dance.” Her voice was sad. Her tears dried in tracks on her cheeks. It was as if she were a dam that had broken, and the words were spilling over.

“What do you remember after that?” Robert encouraged

“I remember that everything was loud and crazy. I laughed and laughed. The new man I danced with picked me up in his arms and carried me somewhere.” Now the tears flowed again, “I remember him taking off my dress. He said I would be more comfortable. My arms felt heavy, and I couldn’t lift my head. He kissed me, and it was sweet. He touched my breasts and… down below. I tried to tell him to stop but I couldn’t. He was kissing me. I don’t know who was touching me down there. Roy!” her eyes flew open. “He told me to call him Roy!”

“Angie, did he hurt you?” Barbara asked.

“Yes. No. Yes.” The last response sounded firmer. “I only remember the kissing and feeling something going on… down there.” Her face was burning red.

“Angie, I am sorry.” Barbara rubbed her arms as if she were cold. “Do you want to stop for a minute?”

“No!” she whispered firmly. “I—I want to tell you.” She had forgotten the recorder and Robert wasn’t going to bring it up.

“He hurt me… down there. Not a lot, but I cried. Roy kissed me and told me he would kiss it better down there if I wanted. I remember laughing and saying no. I coughed, and he gave me another drink of that chocolate stuff. My head was spinning, and it was worse when I closed my eyes.”

“What happened next?” Robert hoped Angie remembered. Some drugs affected the memory.

“I don’t know. The next thing I remember was waking in Kelly’s tent in her backyard. That’s where we were supposed to be. I was sick. I threw up over and over again. Kelly said she did too the first time she got drunk. I told her that was never going to happen again, I felt awful.”

The memory of that event had the same effect on her now. She wrapped her arms around her middle and continued. “We went into Kelly’s room. I washed up in the bathroom and changed clothes. Kelly was asleep when I went back to her room, so I went home. I told my mom I felt like I had the flu. I was sick most of the day.”

“Didn’t Mr. or Mrs. Stevens wake and ask why you were in the bathroom?”

“Mrs. Stevens knocked on the door. I told her I got hot and was washing off to cool down. She said yes, it was hot and went back to her room.

“Did you ever go with Kelly to another party?”

“No. I know she went because she told me.” Angie looked drained. The emotion of holding all that inside was like letting air out of a balloon. She sagged like a sack of beans.

“Angie,” Robert coaxed, “what did Kelly tell you about her boyfriend? Did he buy her lots of gifts? Did she tell you what they did?”

“Yes, she told me what they did.” Her head came up, and she gave an expression like she’d smelled something rotten. “I told her it was disgusting. She said she thought so too at first, but it was nice later. She said he kissed really good and what he did to her made her body explode with a feeling she couldn’t describe except wonderful. I thought she was making it up. I hurt.”

“You hurt?”

“Roy must have done to me what Kelly was doing, but it hurt the next day. I hurt so bad I didn’t want to walk.”

Robert froze for a moment, his pen scratched across the paper. She was raped and probably by more than one guy. The paper tore, and Angie opened her eyes. Barbara gave him a little shake of her head. Robert schooled his expression to one of mild interest and a feigned smile.

“So, Kelly didn’t talk to you about the boys or the parties after that?”

“No, she told me she couldn’t meet me because she was going to the park. She went there a lot.”

“What park?”

“Rose City Park.”

“How did you know she was meeting someone there?” Barbara asked.

“She showed me more charms and an ankle bracelet he gave her. She said he told her he was going to marry her as soon as she was sixteen. They could run to Las Vegas, and one of his dad’s friends would get them a special license to be married, and her parents couldn’t do a thing about it. Then she got pregnant.”

“Angie, how did she know she was pregnant?” Barbara let her arm slide away from Angie’s shoulder, but she remained at her side.

“She was sick with the flu for almost a week. I called her every day. Her mother wouldn’t let me go see her, in case I got the same thing. She told me she had to go to the doctor before she could come back to school.”

She stopped and cocked her head as if she were listening then leaned forward to whisper. “After about five days of the flu, she called me and was whispering. ‘Angie, I think I’m preggy.’ I didn’t know what she said at first. I asked her what she meant. She said her mother started asking her all kinds of questions about boys and shaking her head. Then she got mad at Kelly and said she was going to take her to the doctor to find out for sure if she had been with a boy.”

Robert looked at Barbara, and she raised her eyebrows. “Did they go to their doctor?” she asked.

“Kelly said they went to a doctor in Vancouver. They wouldn’t know right away. They had to wait for the rabbit to die.” She looked at Barbara. “What’s a rabbit test?”

Barbara smiled, and so did Robert. Barbara answered, “Its a test they give to rabbits. If the rabbits change, then they know the woman is pregnant,”

“Oh,” she answered with a confused expression.

“Anyway, “Angie warmed to her story, “Kelly called me and said she’d be back in school. I was to meet her in the bathroom during first period. When I got there, she’d been crying. ‘I can’t stop crying,’ she said. ‘I don’t know why.’ I didn’t either. She told me the rabbit died, and she was pregnant. He father was so mad, he hit her with a belt. She held her dress up, and I saw the bruises on her legs. She said she had to tell him who it was, or he might have killed her.” Tears began flowing again. “She wouldn’t tell me who it was.”

“You still don’t know?” Robert pressed. “She never slipped and mentioned his name or something about his family?”

“She said he had a sister she really liked. His sister was almost as good a friend as I was. Are we done? I’m getting tired.”

“One last question, and I’m sorry to have to ask you this. Angie, are you pregnant?”

She looked at him and shook her head. “No, thank goodness. You aren’t going to tell all this to my parents, are you?”

“Not unless you say I can. Angie, I think your mother should know.”

Angie shook her head. “Maybe someday.” She stood up. “I’ll get my mom.” She left the room, moving toward the kitchen.

Robert packed up the recorder. Mrs. Davis joined them. “Mr. Collins, you got what you needed.” It was more a statement than a question.

“Yes, I have more questions, but not with Angie.” He smiled and hoped she took it as a joke

She nodded and looked at Barbara, who gave her an encouraging smile.

“Can I know what this is all about? What does it have to do with Angie? Is she in some kind of trouble?”

“She was Kelly’s closest friend. I had lots of questions about Kelly. You said she wasn’t a fastidious girl, yet her room showed that not to be true. Everything in it was overly organized. I needed to find out which persona was the real Kelly.”

“They were inseparable until just before the Stevens disappeared. I asked Angie about it, but all she said was Kelly was busy with her family. She wouldn’t talk about it. I put it down to a friendly spat. I think she wishes they’d made up sooner.” Her eyes turned to the stairs Angie had ascended.

“Give her some time. I can’t tell you anything right now. I suggest you keep an open mind and be ready when she is ready. Don’t judge, accept. Thank you for the coffee and cookies and for allowing me, us, to speak with Angie alone. I know it’s hard to let go when they’re young, but it was good for her to talk.” He picked up the recorder, briefcase, and they walked to the door. “Goodbye, Mrs. Davis.”

When they got to the car, Robert opened Barbara’s door and waited until she was seated and shut it. He walked to the trunk to put the recorder inside. He felt an itch and looked up to see Angie standing at the window, probably in her room. He smiled and gave her a nod before getting inside the cruiser.

“Whew!” Barbara laid her head back against the seat. “What a story. What are we going to do with that tape?” She turned to look at him.

He could see her in his peripheral vision as he made his way to Sandy Boulevard and turned left toward the station. “That tape is not going to be evidence.”

She sat straight up and turned her body toward him. “What?!” He eyes widened, and she continued to look at him for an answer.

“Think about it. If we were to put this into evidence, everyone would have access to it, and it might disappear anyway. I don’t trust the cops around here or the guy in charge of evidence. Money still talks.”

She sagged back in the seat. “You’re right.”

Chapter 18

Ask her! Robert’s inner voice screamed at him. He’d been ignoring it for the better part of a few days. Ask her! Robert gripped the wheel, and his knuckles turned white. What if she told him—”

“You might as well get it over with.” Barbara’s voice broke into his thoughts.

“What?” he asked, surprised at her interruption. He stared at the street as the car made its way toward the station.

“Whatever’s been bothering you all day today. Do you need to talk about it? Can I help?” Her voice sounded firm and compassionate.

He took a deep breath and let it out in a loud exhalation. How did he start this conversation without sounding like a petulant child? He let out the breath. “I drove by your apartment building the other day. I saw you kiss a man.” He sucked in a lifesaving gasp of air.

There was silence. It lasted longer than a few seconds. Robert started to say something, but she held up her hand; he saw it in his peripheral vision. “Were you spying on me?”

Robert felt the heat move from his chest to his ears. They tingled. He stretched his fingers on the steering wheel, loosening their grip. “No. I did make a detour to drive by your building. Is that a crime?” He tried to make his lips form a smile. They weren’t cooperating much.

“No, it’s not a crime; but why didn’t you stop? It would have alleviated all the misconception you must be harboring.” Her voice sounded like his mother when she wanted to make a point after he’d done something stupid.

Her gaze touched his for a brief second, and he jerked the wheel, tires squealing as he pulled the car into a parking area at the curb. His hand shifted the gear to park, and he turned to face Barbara. He slid his arm across the back of the bench seat behind Barbara’s head.

“I’ll be honest, Barbara. I’m a bit scared to trust. I don’t want to be hurt.” He looked into her eyes and saw them shiny with moisture.

“You don’t have to say anymore. I was teasing you, and I’m sorry. I’ll tell you who he is.”

His hand drifted to her across her shoulder to her neck, and his fingers curled under her hair. “No. I’m sorry for doubting you. For not asking you right away.”

Barbara laid her hand on his thigh and leaned a little closer. “He’s my stepbrother. My mother married his father after my father died at the beginning of the war. He’s always taken care of me. He gave me a hug and kiss, which is our custom. He wants to meet you.”

A feeling grew in his chest. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he leaned forward, pulling Barbara into his arms and kissed her lips. She responded, hugging him, and kissing him senseless.

~~~

Robert’s step sounded light in his own ears, as he strode to his office. He couldn’t wipe the grin off his face. He ignored any glances his way as he got settled at his desk.

Jake tapped on his door. “You finally make up with Babs?”

“Not that it’s any of your business; yes, we did.”

Good, you were acting like a bear with a thorn in its paw.”

“Lion.”

“What?”

“It was a lion with a thorn.” Robert went on pulling files down from his inbox. He opened them and read whatever the case reported.

“What are you talking about?” Jake’s voice rose in exasperation.

Robert set the papers down, looked at his friend, then smiled. “If you’re going to quote something, get it right. A lion had a thorn in its paw. Androcles pulled it out. The lion was grateful, and later when Androcles had to fight for his life against lions, one lion remembered him and didn’t eat him or something like that.”

Jake shook his head, then smiled, “Welcome back, friend.” He gave a wave and headed back to his office.

~~~

Robert looked at his notes and decided it was time to make a call to Calvin. Although he had an ironclad alibi, Robert’s gut feeling was that Calvin knew more than he let on. It disgusted Robert that these men, who were about twenty-seven and twenty-eight years old, would stoop to seduce and hurt two minor girls. On top of that was the fact that Calvin would agree to it. The age difference between him and the girls seemed disconcerting. Did Calvin hold something against his parents for having this second family after all those years? Maybe he was jealous of the attention Karl gave his new family.

Robert called the base to talk to Calvin. He finally got him on the phone through one of the officers on base. After the preliminary legal questions were over, Calvin agreed to answer Robert’s inquiries without the presence of a lawyer.

“What do you want to know?” Calvin asked a bit defensively.

Robert started with the easy questions from his legal pad. “What did you and your father fight about last year?”

“What does that have to do with my missing family?” Calvin demanded.

“Just establishing a little background.”

“It wasn’t anything major. Dad just got hot about the things I stole.” Calvin sounded too offhand. “Am I a suspect?

“Everyone is a suspect in a murder case,” Robert answered.

“Are you sure it’s murder, not suicide?” Calvin sneered

“I don’t even think you believe that. You know your father would never have done something like that to his family.” Robert doodled on the pad of paper in front of him. “There was no motive for that kind of action. Let’s get back to my question. What did you and your father fight about?”

No sound came through the line. Robert tapped the mouthpiece of the receiver.

Calvin sighed, “All right, what do you know already?”

“I know that you fought about money, but it wasn’t money you had stolen. Could it have been what Kelly was stealing for you?” he paused.

Calvin remained silent, and Robert started to get a little angry. “It wouldn’t take much to get you sent here for questioning. Maybe we could get you and James together just for old times’ sake.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll talk. Dad caught Kelly taking some money, and he whipped her until she told him she was taking it for me.”

“Why would she do that? She doesn’t seem to be the type that would steal.” Robert paused. “What did you blackmail her with?”

Calvin swore. “Let’s start over from the beginning. I found where Dad would hide his cash; he didn’t like banks. His father lost a lot of money in the stock market crash. I started to take just a little spending money. He didn’t count it all the time, and he gave Mom her grocery money out of that stash so he might be off five or ten dollars, and he probably thought Mom took it. After that, he kicked me out—”

“Why did he do that?” Robert interrupted.

“After the store and the stolen goods business, he paid for everything and told me to move out. I’d met James at the store, and we’d become good friends. He was living in an apartment his father owned and let me stay with him.”

“That’s it? Your dad kicked you out because you were stealing from him. How come he didn’t kick Kelly out?”

“She was his pet.” It sounded as if he were talking through clenched teeth.

“Might it also be the fact that he found you and James in flagrante delicto, so to speak?” Robert inserted the proverbial knife. He almost heard Calvin grind his teeth.

“So, you heard about that, from Aunt Maggie, I suppose.” His tone became harsh and challenging.

“True or not?”

“You believe what you want.”

“No, I want the truth. If you hadn’t been caught, then why did she say you were? Why haven’t you refuted it?”

“The truth isn’t any better.”

“It might get me closer to the truth.” Robert pushed.

“And get you and me killed. No, thank you. It’s over now, so believe what you want.”

Robert’s mind flew. If they hadn’t been caught together, what had been the real reason and why the lie? A thought popped into his mind. “Did your Dad catch Kelly with the two of you?”

A long pause. “Look, what does this have to do with you finding my family?”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Putting the story out of two men together was easier. He could blame just one of you in the wrong. I’m assuming it was you?”

No answer, but Calvin didn’t hang up.

“Either way, why let the story go out that you and James were caught having sex? I’m sure James’ father would have something to say about it.”

Calvin remained silent.

“What does all this have to do with Kelly?” Robert asked, wanting to get back to her. He needed to find out if Calvin knew about the parties.

“We met Kelly after school—”

“Who’s we?” Robert interrupted again.

“James and me. I wanted her to get some things from my room. I told her what to get and where we’d be waiting. She put them in her schoolbag and brought them to me. There was a lot of stuff and James would always talk to her. She had a crush on him, and he thought it was cute.”

“How did you take that, James with your sister? Jealous?”

There was a pause. “Look, it doesn’t do you any good to make the wrong people mad.” He added the last little bit almost under his breath.

“Explain that,” Robert ordered.

“What?”

“What you just said about the wrong people getting mad.”

“I was just blowing steam. It means nothing.” Calvin changed his voice tone to be apologetic. He jumped back to the previous comment. “James treated Kelly like a sister. He didn’t want her like that.”

Robert drummed his fingers on his desk. “Are those the only times he saw Kelly?”

“Hold on; either I tell it my way or forget it!” Calvin’s voice rose.

“Go on.” Robert forced himself to relax.

“I told Kelly to call me if Mom and Dad were going to be out of the house for a while. When she did, James would keep her and the girls busy while I took some money.”

“Did he fool around with Kelly?” Robert kept a tight rein on his temper.

“She was just a kid.” Calvin’s voice was defensive. Robert wondered who he was defending; Kelly or his friend.

Calvin continued. “Besides James wasn’t interested in little girls.”

“You said your father made up the whole story, and it was a lie. Now you’re telling me it isn’t a lie?”

“James’ dad was trying to get him hooked up with some daughter of a friend of his. James wasn’t ready to settle down. He was having too much fun.” Calvin got defensive again.

Robert continued to question Calvin, drawing him out a little at a time. “Did you know if James met her without you there?”

“He didn’t. He would tell me something like that.” Calvin evaded the question.

“Yes, he would, and he would probably brag about it.”

“If you know so much, why are you asking me the questions?” Calvin’s sarcasm grated on Robert’s nerves.

“I want the whole story. Start talking!” Robert checked to see that there would be enough tape in the recording machine. He had turned the sound of the beeps down so Calvin would forget they were taping the conversation.

Robert could hear the phone being moved as if Calvin were trying to find a more comfortable position. Finally, the static stopped, and Calvin continued. “Yes, he did meet her without me. I didn’t know about it until after I moved out here. I guess he would pick her up from school. Kelly told Mom she had club meetings. Then I found out he got a job at the park near our house after school was out. Kelly met him there.”

“Do you know where they went?”

“No, they could have gone to his apartment or any number of places.” There was a slight pause, then Calvin continued, his voice a little harder than before. “When Dad found out he was missing a lot of money, he hit Kelly until she finally told him she had let me in the house when they were gone. He had Kelly call me and say they were going to be gone. He told Mom to leave. I got mad and went up and took the whole jar. Dad burst in the door and ran up the stairs. I dropped the jar and tried to run for it, but he caught me.” Calvin stopped, and Robert heard him ask for a drink of water. “I got dry doing all this talking.”

“That’s fine, take your time.” Robert doodled on his notepad while someone in the room at the other end of the line must have provided Calvin with something to drink. While he waited, he quickly changed the spool on the tape machine.

“Where were we?” Calvin spoke into the receiver.

Robert had made a note of the last part of Calvin’s story. “Your dad had just found you in the house with the money jar.”

“Oh, yeah. He caught me, and we fought. He’s a good deal bigger than I am and weighs more. I managed to break his hold with some moves I learned from a friend, and I ran out the door. He followed and yelled some stuff. I ran around the corner and got away.”

“Did you see any of your family after that?”

“No, I left. I’d already joined the service, so I waited a couple of weeks until time to leave, and I was history.”

“Did you hear from James after that?” Robert stretched his arms over his head. He was getting stiff from just sitting.

“I called him from boot camp and asked if I could stay with him for my leave. I had some time to kill before I had to show up in New York.”

“So, you were here just before your family disappeared,” Robert persisted.

“Yes.”

“Where’d you stay? Did you see your mom or sisters?” Robert sat up and pulled the notepad closer, his pen poised.

“James’ folks own a house near Portland. I stayed there. James said he had something going on, and he didn’t want me hanging around the apartment, messing it up.”

“Did you see any of your family while you were in town?”

“I had James call Kelly. He arranged to drive her over to see me. We had a good time.” Robert noticed Calvin’s use of the past tense and heard the slight break in Calvin’s voice. He wasn’t as hard as he wanted to come across.

“Did you notice anything going on between James and your sister?” Robert didn’t want him to break down. He tried to keep the flow of information going.

“I was only there a few weeks, and I only saw Kelly once.”

“You didn’t talk to any of the guys you used to hang out with?”

“I saw a couple of them. We had a beer, and that was it.”

“So, you didn’t ask Kelly what she was doing at a party with older men? You didn’t care about her?”

“I didn’t say that. I called my parents’ home and got lucky that she answered and the parents weren’t home. I told her she needed to stop what she was doing. She was going to get into trouble if she didn’t. She said she knew what she was doing. She was almost fifteen and…” He stopped.

“And what?” Robert prompted.

“Nothing, she wouldn’t listen to me.” Robert could tell that whatever he was about to say might have told him a name, but Calvin shut up.

“I have one last question, well, maybe two. First, when did you know Kelly was pregnant?”

Another long pause. “James called and told me.”

Robert raised his eyebrows. “Second question. Who got Kelly pregnant?”

“How would I know?” Calvin sounded immediately defensive.

“I figure your friend, James, seemed to know a lot. He wouldn’t keep it quiet.”

“I’m not saying anything more.”

“I’m going to write up my report and give it to my boss. Do you have anything more that might give us a direction to who would have wanted your family out of the way?”

That didn’t alleviate Calvin’s fears. He mumbled, “I don’t want to talk anymore.”

“That’s fine, we’ll talk again if I have any more questions, but I doubt I will. You’ve given me enough as it is.”

Chapter 19

Robert sat across the dining room table from Jake. Barbara and Lorene moved around in the kitchen, talking while they made dinner. The two men laid out the possible scenario of the Stevens’ death.

“We have a family that suddenly disappears, and a possible motive with a fourteen-year-old daughter who might have been pregnant.

After Robert nodded, Jake continued. “We have a list of people with opportunity and connections to people who could have done it.” He pointed at Robert, who took up the story.

“We have James, who is friends with Kelly’s brother, Calvin. James is outgoing and thinks he’s a lady’s man. His father’s known to have connections to organized crime members. He’s also a member of a Masonic lodge. This particular group has a membership that includes the fathers of some of James’ other friends.”

He looked at his pad. “Royal Kaeding, Brody Williams, and Michael Ramsey. Some of these fathers are also known to have connections to organized crime associates either in business dealings or socially. The fact that the connections are also members of the same lodge is noted.” He tapped his finger farther down on the page.

Jake held his hand up to gain attention. “I have a note here. I’m not sure if it’s a lead or a corroboration of connection.” He frowned. “Remember the neighbor who talked about a cab being in front of the Stevens’ house that morning?” Robert nodded. “Then we had the man coming home from the night shift, and a cab was parked in front of his driveway. He saw a man in the cab, and his hat was pulled down over his face. He watched from his front window, as someone came running from the house, jumped into the cab, and it sped away. The rear was slightly fishtailing in the wet street.”

He paused, then continued. “I checked the cab companies, and none had a fare reported in that area. But!” Jake stared down at the page, “I discovered one of our boys, Walter Comstock, has an uncle who owns the Black & White Cab Company. Walter drives a cab now and then for pocket money. I asked around if he was driving for the company that night. The dispatcher said he was not on the clock, but he came in early asking for a car to drive a friend to the airport. He didn’t give the dispatcher the address he went to or let her know when he returned it.” He looked up at Robert. “Unfortunately, the cab was back in service the next day.”

“Jake, please call and ask to see the last mileage for the night before and the mileage for the start of the next day it went back into service. See what that might bring up.”

“Sure.” Jake made a note to call.

“Jake, it’s not a priority. If someone went into the Stevens’ house, what did they get or what were they looking for? We have no way of knowing either, without knowing for sure who went in.”

Jake nodded. “The only reason to go into the house would be to take away incriminating evidence. If it were James, he’d been in the house and could have removed anything. He’d know where to look for what he wanted.”

“We’re missing the November cash ledger. Could that have been something one of them would want? Karl kept detailed records of expenditures. What would he have written there that someone wouldn’t want anyone to see?” Robert asked.

Jake pointed his finger at Robert. “The doctor. Karl would have written the payout for Kelly’s doctor visit and the doctor’s name. He wouldn’t expect anyone but himself to see it, so why hide it?”

Robert nodded. “Good point. Make a note of that.”

“We have Angie’s list of notable party attendees.” Robert continued from his notes. “That includes the boys mentioned above with ‘Roy’ as one of the possible rapists, one Royal Kaeding. We have Brody Williams in the car, then Mike Ramsey and Wally. That’s Walter Comstock. Then David, one David Fenton is my guess, entertained her and began to get her drunk. He might have introduced her to drugs. Royal, aka Roy, had a part in the rape too.” He tapped his pen on his upper lip. “This hole is deep. We have probable cause to question the guys again, but they’ll bring a bevy of lawyers with them, and their lips will be sealed.”

Jake looked up from the pad on his lap. “So, we have an unknown male with many male accomplices at one party who rape a young girl and another male who is having consensual sex with a minor. Said minor comes up pregnant, and the father finds out. He coerces said daughter to tell him the name of the man and father confronts the man.”

He looks up and Robert holds up a finger. “What if Karl didn’t go to the young man? What if he called the father for a meeting?”

Jake made a note. “It doesn’t change anything. We have a son or father meeting with Karl. Let’s surmise the meeting.”

Barbara stepped into the room, after listening at the door. “I can tell you the father of the boy probably offered to pay for an abortion. My guess is that Karl would have agreed, but he would also want some payment outside of that to take care of his daughter. He’d want the boy to pay for what he’d done. He might have asked for too much.” She leaned on the table looking at the two men. “He might have said they didn’t want the abortion, but to pay for her to go away and have the baby, give it up for adoption. Then she could come home but never be contacted by the boy again.”

“That’s another scenario. We’ve no way of knowing exactly what was said, offered, or accepted. Whatever it was, the boy’s father wanted no loose ends. No baby that might show up later, no loose lips by Kelly who might tell what happened, or she might still have feelings for him and show up demanding that he marry her,” Jake offered.

Lorene came into the room. “Elizabeth is down for the count. Let’s eat. I guess asking not to talk shop would be a waste of my breath.”

“Sorry, Lorene, this whole meeting is about this case.” Barbara squeezed her friend’s arm.

Lorene smiled and waved her hand in the air. “I know; it was just wishful thinking.”

Barbara led the way to the kitchen table and turned to face them. “I know you do this every day. This one case is different.” She looked at Robert and reached for his hand. He gave it to her. “I’m sorry, but I have to say this. What do you have to keep them from going after all of us?” She looked at each of them. “They vandalized Robert’s house. What’s to stop them from doing that to Lorene’s or mine? What if organized crime might be involved and we’re in the same danger as the Stevens family?”

No one answered at first. Jake pulled Lorene into his arms. “I promise we won’t poke the bear. Robert will take what we have to the chief, and we’ll see what he wants to do with what we know.” He kissed the top of her head.

~~~

A couple of days passed after the dinner at Jake’s house. He’d typed up the report and made sure it was in the chief’s hands. That same afternoon he got a summons from Arnie. Robert knocked at Chief Arnie’s office door.

“Come in!” the gruff voice demanded. He continued. “What have you been up to?” Arnie half stood, leaning across the desk as he shook the report in Robert’s face.

Robert sat down. He didn’t say anything but watched his superior resume his seat none too easily. Beads of sweat on Arnie’s forehead showed his agitation, and he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his face.

“Where did you find all this information? You know I can’t submit this. You know I can’t file this report.” Arnie blustered, shaking his finger at Robert with one hand and pounding his fist on the paper with the other.

“I wondered if you’d say that. I figure one of the boy’s fathers must have been talking to you. Did you get your payment or hush money?” Robert’s voice was low and soft, but nonetheless accusatory. He didn’t care if Arnie fired him. He felt sure that wasn’t going to happen.

“You dare talk to me like that?” Arnie leaned forward, and his voice was a low whisper. “Robert, I’m sorry to point this out. Look at what happened when you bucked the mob last time. I don’t want to lose my family. I’ll do what I have to, to maintain my position until I can retire and put this all behind me.”

“I’m still going to continue to work this case. I might have all the suspects ready to talk. I need to be on this case for a little while longer. I’m so close to finding the truth.”

“Too close, Robert. You’re a good detective, and I don’t want to see your name in the obits. What you do on your own time is your business, but officially you’ve been off the case.”

Robert felt the heat rise in his face. The idea that truth had to be covered up was abhorrent to him. “I don’t understand this. We can’t back down and let them win. We need to show them a strong front here.” Robert gripped the arms of the chair as he argued. “What do they have on you that you can’t live with? Did you have an affair and they have pictures?

Arnie spoke through clenched teeth, “I won’t explain my actions to you or anyone else. Neither will I excuse what I’ve done. I’ve come this far, and it’s too late to back down.”

Robert leaned forward, his expression tense, his eyes narrowed. “It’s never too late. All it takes is one truth and to stick to it.” He wanted to grab Arnie by the collar and shake some sense into him. “You want me to tell Stan everything I found?” He pointed to the paper in front of the chief.

“I am sorry, but this is the position you’ve put me in. Now,” Arnie straightened up in his chair, “I see you’re determined to continue. You do it on your own, at your own risk.” He picked up the sheets of paper and pulled the metal trash can from under this desk. “Good thing the janitor just came by.” He struck a match on the box and lit the edge of the paper until it caught. He held it until the paper had fully engulfed in flames, then dropped it into the metal can. When the entire report had burned, he reached for his coffee cup and poured the liquid over the flickering flames. A hiss and sputter and the smell of coffee and burnt paper was all that remained. Robert got up to leave.

“I know you’re on the right track, but I can’t back you or show any support,” the tired voice sounded behind him as he reached for the knob. “You’ve heard my official word.”

“They win, again,” Robert spoke low. Arnie looked at him but gave no facial or verbal response.

Robert walked back and leaned over the desk, his palms bearing his weight. “Helen identified the two ex-cons as the two who were in the diner at the same time the Stevens’ were. They left before Karl did. I doubt that was set up. I made the circuit from the diner to the Corbett house and then to the river. It all fits. I figure Karl got to Corbett’s house per the plan, the two jumped him, drove the family in the car to the river, where they pushed it in. I wonder how they got the gun, that was stolen from Meier & Frank? That seems a bit coincidental it was found not far from their abandoned car.”

“You don’t have a motive. It’s all supposition, and you’ve no proof,” Arnie answered quietly.

“It’s not supposition, and you know it, but you’re right about one thing. I don’t have solid proof to stand in court.” Robert dropped his chin to his chest in defeat.

“I’m not going to authorize any more labor or money to continue the search for this family. It’s gone on long enough. If we let it die, the media will too, eventually.”

“That’s it? Another case slotted for the unsolved files,” Robert accused.

“Robert, you’re selfish. Think of the officers who you’ll put in danger if I let you pursue this.”

Robert didn’t answer. The long friendship he had with Arnie ended there. He couldn’t be associated with a dirty cop, no matter how far up the ladder the man sat. Arnie could sit in his chair until the day he retired. Robert wouldn’t attend the party.

“You don’t think I’d be so stupid as to give you the only copy, do you?” Robert pointed to the trash can.

“No, Robert. That’s one thing I know, you aren’t stupid. This is just a visual reminder of how easy it is to get rid of you and your so-called evidence. Remember that.”

“Chief, we’ve been friends through thick and thin these past years. In all, that’s gone down, I never got the impression you were on their side.” He held his palm up to stop the man seated from speaking. “All this time you’ve been collecting my reports and handing them off, so they knew how close we were getting. If you fail in all this, I won’t be feeling sorry for you.” Robert didn’t bother to shut the door when he left.   ~~~

Robert muttered, “Come in” at the soft knock on his door. Barbara entered and gave him a curious look.

She sat down in the chair across from his desk. “Spill it.”

He glared at the papers. “I went to see the chief. It seems he has his position because of his connections. They’re telling him what to do. Threatening him, as they are me. He’s close to retirement, and I understand he just wants to get out of here and live somewhere else. I’ve been doing what I want on my own, but not officially. I got a call from Stan. He’s scared. He got a call from someone whose voice he didn’t recognize and didn’t identify himself. The man told him he was to keep a crew at the Cascade Locks site looking for bodies. He wasn’t to follow any leads or suggestions I might give him. He told me I can do what I want as long as it has no connection to him.” Robert gave a false laugh. “He doesn’t want any of my notes or reports. I wonder why.”

Barbara listened, not speaking until he finished. She sat without moving for a moment, then leaned forward, talking low, “Robert, the clues are there. Do you want to continue with this? Is it worth it? What do you hope to get out of pursuing this search for the Stevens’ killer?”

Robert glared at her and anger rose from somewhere, flooding his chest and moving up to his face. “Whose side are you on? Is this what you had in mind all the time, to persuade me to stop my investigation? Did someone put you up to this? Did you become my friend so you can manipulate me?” The last words were harshly spoken, disappointment seeping in.

She held up her hand to stop the tirade. “Stop! Stop right there, mister! Never in this entire time have I not backed what you and Jake are doing. I’m asking you to evaluate your reasons for continuing when you’ve been pulled off the case. Do you still think there’s enough evidence to make a conviction?”

Robert shook his head.

“Then do you think you’re going to find the evidence to make a conviction or even pin it to one suspect?”

Again, Robert shook his head.

“Then who are you angry at? The mob? There is nothing you can do there. The chief, because he pulled you off the case? Now you can do what you want, when you want, and you don’t have to report what you find to him or Stan. I don’t see the problem here. Do you?”

Robert shook his head. There was a slow grin that began at the corners of his mouth. His eyes were on Barbara, and she tilted her head looking at him.

“What are you grinning for?”

“You.” Robert stood and pulled her to her feet, put his arms around her and hugged her tightly. “I needed that. You’re the right one to put me in my place. I was sinking in a hole, and you pulled me out with your logic.” He kissed her.

“I’m here for you,” she whispered when she could talk. “I think we might have an audience. I know the glass is frosted, but we’re still visible.”

“I don’t care.” He gave her a quick kiss and stepped back, putting a little distance between them. “Any time I’m acting like a self-obsessed idiot, don’t hold anything back. Let me have it.”

She opened the door. The sound of furious typing and conversation filled the air. “You can be sure of that.” She went out, leaving the door slightly open.

Chapter 20

Robert finished the last of the paperwork and dropped it into the out basket on his desk. He stretched and folded his hands behind his head. He hadn’t read the paper today. The corner stuck out from the stack of case folders that Nate slapped on his desk earlier that day.

He looked at his watch. Jake should be back soon from interviewing the Lutz family. They had a criminal connection, even if it was only by association. The number of their family members who had seen the world from the back side of a cell verified the fact. Now the one man he wanted to find to interview had disappeared. He and his little friend from California were blown away in the Gorge wind.

He grimaced at the apparent leads they had to follow. He’d just read one that claimed Mrs. Stevens had been married before and the ex-husband had something to do with the family’s demise. He threw that one on the no pile right away. There’d been no previous marriage. It was one of the first things he’d checked on both Karl and Debra.

What had Anne Sullivan written today in the Oregonian? He pulled the paper out from under the stacked documents and sighed in relief at the lack of MISSING and STEVENS FAMILY on the lead line. He continued flipping through the newspaper pages. A single article with a number of the leads he’d filed in his no file appeared. He leaned over and pulled the drawer open. The file in question was stuck and rubbed against the top of the drawer. H remembered that the drawer was full, and he’d had difficulty getting the file back in. He hadn’t left it sticking out that far. Someone had pulled the folder out and used what was in it to leak to Anne Sullivan.

The fact that they were leads that he’d checked out as false or even ridiculous didn’t matter. Who would come in and take the file? From the looks of Anne Sullivan’s article, it had been written straight from this file. Nate. Something clicked. When Nate had walked in and said there was an extra copy of the paper in the break room, he hadn’t thought much about it at the time. Thinking back to this morning, Nate had a smirk on his face. It wasn’t unusual, but there had been a look when he’d set the paper down in the middle of his desk and walked away. Had he been taunting Robert?

Jake stuck he head around the doorjamb and cleared his throat. “I just got back from the Lutz’s house. They are all dumb as posts and blind as bats.” He moved to sit across from Robert. “None of then saw or heard anything. When I asked them about the car that was found abandoned, they shrugged and had no idea their brother or son was in town. They were sure John wouldn’t even look at a gun if it meant violating parole.” Jake gave a dry laugh.

“No kidding. Those two, John and Frank Nelson, are bad all the way to the bone. I think the rest of the family is too.” Robert sighed.

“I got something else that might interest you. What are you doing tomorrow morning?”

Robert opened his palms and moved them across the cluttered desktop as an answer.

“Lorene showed me this in the paper.” He handed him the newspaper, folded in thirds, and pointed at a red-marker-circled square.

Estate Sale—1715 NE 56th Ave.

Furniture, assorted clothing, household goods, tools.

Fri. & Sat. 9 a.m.–6 p.m.

“I’m guessing you’d like to take a look at things now that they’re open to the public?” Jake folded his arms, his shoulder against the doorjamb and his foot crossed over his ankle.

“Yes, I would. I don’t want to make it obvious, so do you think Lorene would go too? I’d also like to look at who shows up. Maybe one or two of our perps might show up to have a look around.” Robert continued to look at the ad.

“She would, but she already has something going on tomorrow. How about Babs?”

Robert looked up, his eyes narrowed. “You are pushing this relationship a little too hard. Is there a pool going on in the office?”

Jake’s ears turned a little too red. “Why would you think that?”

“Maybe because you keep asking about her and me, and your ears are red, a sure sign something’s going on.”

“I just want to know if you want to go,” Jake persisted.

“Yes, and I think I will ask Barbara to go along; officially, of course.”

Jake grinned and stood straight. He adjusted his holster. “Right you are.” He saluted his partner and walked away.

“This guy is going to be the death of me yet,” Robert muttered, but none too harshly.

~~~

Robert picked up Barbara and then picked up Jake at his house. Robert drove to 47th Avenue, turned north to Halsey Street, then to 56th Avenue.

“You’d think someone famous lived here.” Barbara leaned forward, resting her arm on the dash of the car.

Cars lined both sides of the street. “I don’t see anywhere to park.”

“Go down another block and make a U-ee.” Jake ordered. He turned to look through the back window down the street.

“What’s up?” Robert asked as he followed Jake’s directions.

“We passed a car sitting at the end of the street. There’s a man slouched in the seat on the driver’s side. It looks like James.” Jake turned back to face the front.

Robert drove around the block and came back, driving down the cross street behind the car.

“Stop here.” Jake ordered.

Robert pulled over, put the car in park, and cut the engine. “Why don’t you two go on ahead, and I’ll catch up with you.” He got out and walked behind James’ car. He knocked on the glass. James jumped and stared into Robert’s face, then relaxed and rolled down the window.

“Officer Collins,” he sneered.

“Detective Collins, to you. What are you doing here? Is this where you waited for Kelly?”

James’ smirk disappeared, and he looked away. He didn’t answer.

“I can have you picked up for loitering.” Robert continued.

“I’m waiting for a closer parking place, so I can go to the sale.”

“I’ll be more than happy to have one of the officers hold a spot for you.” He started to walk toward the Stevens’ house.

“Wait! Never mind. I don’t want to go.” James started the car and turned out into the street.

Robert met up with Barbara and Jake walking to the Stevens’ house. A couple of officers directed traffic and nodded to the three as they made their way up the driveway.

He recounted his conversation with James to the others. “I guess, he didn’t want all these police around him.”

People milled around in a quasi-line, waiting to get into the house. Tom walked down the driveway from the back of the house and met them. “You don’t have to wait in line. Follow me.” He turned and walked ahead of them. “I’m a little surprised you’re here. You don’t seem to be scavengers like the rest.”

“No, I wanted to see what was going on. This is Barbara, she works with us.” He introduced her to Tom and Maggie when they reached the back door.

“It’s a zoo in there. We finally had to limit the number of people coming in. We’ve sold a lot, but there appears to be more gawkers than buyers.”

Maggie kept her eyes on the movement of people, making sure everyone stopped at the cashier to pay for their items.

“I know we’ve been through here before, but you’ve taken everything out for sale. Do you mind if we do a run-through quickly?”

“Be my guest, if you can fight your way through this crowd.” Tom shrugged, holding his hands up.

The three looked around the living room, then pushed their way up the stairs to Calvin’s room. The room had no visitors, and they took their time looking at what had been put out for sale. School books were displayed. A few airplane models sat on a dresser, the strings they were originally hung from in disarray. They were well made and painted with precision.

“Calvin must have a bit of artistic ability,” Jake remarked. They found nothing interesting and headed to Kelly’s room. It was crowded. People carried Kelly’s books along with the bedspread, sheets, and pillows.

“Bizarre,” whispered Barbara. “I’ve heard about this but to see it gives me the willies.”

When the last of the group left the room, Robert shut the door and put his foot against it. “Now, look around, Barbara. Is there any place in here where a girl might hide something that she doesn’t want anyone to see? Not even her sisters.”

Barbara looked at the shelves, checked the bed and the frame. She pulled out the drawers of the nightstand and the bureau. She shook her head. Then she stood back and stared at the desk. She folded her arm across her waist and rested her elbow on it tapping her cheek with her finger. “I used to have a desk like this. It looks like it might have been repainted.” Her eyes narrowed “I wonder.” She moved to the desk and knelt on the floor.

The door handle rattled, then someone pushed against it. “What’s going on here? We can’t get into this room. Isn’t this the room of the girl who is still missing?” a voice questioned from the hall.

Robert opened the door a smidgeon and answered, “Police business. We’ll be through in a few minutes. Feel free to check out the son’s room in the attic.” Grumbling could be heard, but Robert kept his foot firmly planted in front of the door.

Hurried footsteps could be heard headed to the steps. “You’d better hurry; the natives are getting restless.”

She felt for a piece of molding and pushed it, then turned it. The long, detailed piece of decorative molding popped loose. Barbara swung it open on its tiny hinges. In the narrow space, they saw a bright pink diary.

Jake knelt beside her and peered into the hiding place. He nodded to Robert.

“It looks like a diary.” Barbara started to reach for it.

“Don’t touch it. Jake, take my place.” Excitement tinged his voice. He moved to her side and placed his hand on Barbara’s shoulder. “Show me how it works.” She reversed the process, then unlocked it again. He kept his voice calm, even though his heart raced with the possibilities the diary might hold. Could Kelly have named her killer?

“I’ll bet she wrote all the details in it,” Barbara whispered.

“We’ll buy the desk and take it home. I think Elizabeth needs a desk, don’t you?” Jake nodded. Loud knocking and Tom’s voice were heard from the hall. “What’s going on?”

Barbara closed the secret door and sat on the edge of the desk. Robert gave Jake a nod, and he moved his foot from the door. It flew open to a hallway filled with people. Tom and Maggie stood there with confused expressions. Robert smiled and motioned them in. “Sorry, we were looking at maybe getting a bed for Jake’s daughter’s room. We settled on a desk. The bed can wait a few years.” He moved away to the door inviting the Bormans in. “I’ll help you carry this downstairs, Jake.”

The two managed to push the crowd from the door and get the desk down the stairs. Robert paid for the desk, then turned to look for Barbara, but she wasn’t with them.

“Hang on, Jake. I’ll go look for Barbara.” He headed up the steps and found her in Karl and Debra’s room. She stood looking at a tall, narrow dresser.

“You interested in that old thing?” he spoke from the doorway.

“Yes, and you should be too.” She looked over his shoulder to see if anyone stood behind him.

He looked too and came into the room to stand beside her. “What’s going on?”

“This family had a lot of secrets. Karl must have been a cabinetmaker besides an electrician.” She spoke in a low tone.

“What?” He eyed the funny-looking dresser. It had a set of narrow drawers on top of a bank of larger drawers below. “What did you find?” he asked.

“The second drawer down has a false back. I opened it, and there’s a cash book in there. I didn’t take it out. We need to buy this one too.”

“Really?” Robert asked, wondering what he’d do with this piece of furniture and the desk.

“Yes.”

“All right. I’ll go down and make arrangements to get a truck to pick the furniture up.”

She grinned. “I already did.” She pointed to the phone by the bed. “It’s still working. I called my cousin, Ted, with a moving truck. He’s on his way over now.”

Robert put his arm around her shoulder and hugged her. “You’re one amazing woman.”

“I know.” The smile stayed on her face as she walked away from him to the door.

“I think I’ll talk to you if I find any more dead bodies. You seem to have a lot of connections.” He laughed.

She arched her eyebrows, “It’s the truth.”

The desk fit in the large truck along with the dresser. Ted slammed the door and jumped in the cab.

“He’s taking these to my house, and we’ll put them in the garage,” Robert told Jake. “Barbara’s riding with her cousin to show him the way to my house. We’ll meet them there. Do you want to call Lorene and see if she wants to come over for Chinese tonight?” Robert asked.

“I’ll call when we get to your place.”

They arrived just as Ted backed the truck into the driveway. Jake went inside to call Lorene, while Barbara watched Ted and Robert put the two pieces in the garage.

After Barbara retrieved the books and reclosed the secret space, she told Ted goodbye and followed Robert into his house. Barbara smiled as they went through the kitchen.

“What’s funny?” Robert asked her.

“Thank you for letting me help you restock your kitchen. Because the insurance company has paid off, it’s been fun shopping for all your necessities.”

He put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her ear, “I had fun with you too. Normally I hate shopping.”

She laid her head against his shoulder as they passed to the living room where Jake was hanging up the phone. “She wasn’t at home. I called her mother, and she told me Lorene and her sister took the kids to the park. They should be back in an hour, and she’ll tell Lorene to come over here.”

“I’ll wait a bit and order Chinese.” Robert replied and then joined Barbara on the couch.

Chapter 21

Jake came into the kitchen with bags of Chinese to-go boxes. Lorene and Elizabeth followed. The two women pulled the new plates and utensils from Robert’s kitchen and set them on the table. When they’d filled their plates and were sitting around the coffee table, Barbara held up the cash book and the diary. “I hope this is worth buying the desk and the dresser. My guess is that is why Karl put the false back into the pieces of furniture. Who would think to look in a woman’s underwear drawer?”

“Not me. I’d never think to look back there. From now on, I’ll check every drawer.”

Barbara opened the cash book, reading descriptions of the family’s cash flow. “Carl made pretty good money; there’s nothing outstanding. There are regular deposits. It looks like he kept a small amount of cash from each paycheck, about twenty dollars. He paid out to the utility companies and the oil company for gas for his car. There are mortgage payments and a Meier & Frank charge account, but it has no balance. There is a dentist bill, and look at this.”

She held the book open for the others to see. “There is a paid doctor bill of ten dollars. Lucky for us he even wrote the doctor’s name and phone number. Right after that in small letters, he wrote ‘Kelly.’ I guess we have a match here. We need to call the doctor and verify she was tested.”

“I’ll do that when we get to work,” Barbara volunteered, “I might get more information as a woman when I talk to the receptionist. I might even take a drive over to Vancouver and ask personally.”

“Good idea, but one of us should go with you. Robert, you have Thursday off, don’t you?” Jake suggested.

Robert and Barbara looked at each other and smiled. “I think that is a great idea, don’t you, Barbara?” He winked.

“Sure, that’s a great idea; I don’t know why I didn’t think of that,” she replied, tongue-in-cheek.

Jake looked up at the two, realizing he was being razzed. “You guys, knock it off.”

“Only after you do,” Robert responded quickly. He picked up the pink diary with gold leaf on the edges of the pages. It was locked with a small, brass clasp. “We don’t have a key.”

“Here.” Jake took the diary from Robert; with a quick snap, he had the lock open.

“How’d you do that?” Robert, Barbara, and Lorene looked surprised at the open lock.

“I have two sisters. How do you think I learned anything? They wrote everything in these little books and hid them in their room. I went to school later than they did and I’d pop the lock and read. I learned a lot. I was smart; I didn’t let them know I was reading their diaries until years later. I held those tidbits over their heads whenever I needed extra cash or a ride somewhere,” Jake responded with a satisfied grin. He leaned back and stretched his arms over his head, his fingers locked. “Yes, I had a good thing going.”

“You sneaky little devil.” Barbara took the book and opened it.

Barbara began to read aloud.

“I met him for the first time when Calvin took Sara, Darla, and me to the movie. He was so nice. He bought each of us popcorn and candy. I sat between him and Calvin’s friend, James. He asked if he could hold my hand. Then halfway through the movie, he put his arm around me. My heart was beating so fast. Darla leaned over and looked at us. She started to say something, but Calvin made her sit back. At the end of the movie, he kissed my cheek and asked if I would like to come to the movies again with him, alone. I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest. I said, YES!”

“Whew, she had it bad.” Jake frowned. “Did she write his name? We know it wasn’t Calvin or James.”

Barbara grinned. “Wait, she goes on to write his name in hearts and flowers, all down the rest of the page. So, do you want to know who he is?”

“Come on, girl, stop stalling!” Robert tried to grab the book from her hand, but she leaned back, away from the two men.

“Okay, it is David. She has no last name, just David in hearts. The jerk is ten years older than she is.” Her voice was hard with anger.

“Barbara,” Robert admonished, “take it easy. Read the next entries. We will be here all day at this rate, and we have to be at work in an hour.”

When each had a cup of coffee, Barbara began to read where she left off, but Jake interrupted her. “Wait, just skip a few pages, let’s see how many times they meet.” Both Jake and Robert leaned over Barbara’s shoulder as she turned the pages. Lorene sat in a chair, listening.

“There!” Robert pointed to a page.

Barbara read on.

“Angie and I told our moms that we were sleeping at each other’s house. We met in our tent that Dad had put up to dry out. At nine, we went down the alley, and they picked us up and took us to a party. David told me I looked 18 years old. Angie had to put on my make-up because we didn’t have a mirror in the tent and we couldn’t use the lanterns. David danced with me and then took me to a bedroom, and we smoked pot. It was so good. I felt fantastic. He kissed me and felt my breasts.

I didn’t want him to stop kissing me. He tried to take off my panties, but I wouldn’t let him. He got a little mad at me but said he understood because I was just a little girl. I kind of got mad, but he said it was all right he would find an older girl who would let him kiss her down there. I told him if that was all he wanted, it was okay. He smiled and kissed me really hard. He gave me a drink. It was sweet and tasted like licorice medicine. He said it would make me feel better and relax me. I was too relaxed. I couldn’t move. I lay on the bed.”

“Do I have to keep reading this? It is like kiddy porn, and I want to be sick.” Barbara pushed the book away.

Robert squeezed her shoulder. “No, you don’t have to continue.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

She covered his hand on her shoulder. “It just makes me sick, but I’ll be all right.”

“Honey, this isn’t going to be easy. I don’t know that you should read this or even be involved.” He put his arms around her and held her against his body. He kissed her temple, her earlobe, and her neck. “If we keep this up, I might not get to work on time.”

She turned her head and lifted her palms to caress his jawline.

Lorene coughed to interrupt the foreplay, and said she and Jake needed to be leaving. Robert and Barbara thanked them for coming and said their goodbyes.

Robert put the book and the diary in his safe. He returned to the front room to take Barbara to work. As they left, he locked both locks on his front door and pushed the lock button on the screen door. He was going to make it as hard for anyone to break in as he could.

His mind was whirling with thoughts. What was he going to do with all that evidence? He didn’t trust the state’s lawyers. Usually, they were young bucks and had just passed the bar. Any of the more experienced lawyers who might handle the case could be compromised. The evidence might disappear, as the family had. He wished there was some way to make an actual photo—his brain kicked into gear. He could do that. He could put a calendar next to the pages so that he would have a reference and take pictures of the pages with his camera. He would take them to the—No, he couldn’t take them to the crime lab; he would have to find someone who would make the prints and negatives with him watching. He would find someone.

“Barbara, do you happen to know anyone who develops negatives?”

“You mean someone who has a private darkroom?” She smiled as she looked at him. “Got something kinky in mind?”

Robert stepped on the brake pedal a little too hard, throwing Barbara forward against the dash. Her quick reflexes kept her from being hurt.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stop so fast.”

“That’s okay.” She sat back on the seat and pressed her hand against her heart that was beating fast and furious; more from the thought that had crossed her mind from his question, than from his quick stop.

“No, I didn’t mean that. I want to take pictures of the cash book and the diary and get them developed. I don’t know who to trust.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Then I will develop them for you.” Her smile was confident.

“You have a darkroom?” He frowned; he had peeked into her two bedrooms as he’d passed them in the hall. They were just regular bedrooms.

“It’s at my parent’s house. I have it set up in their basement. I noticed you have a good camera. I think taking pictures of the cash book and the diary is a good idea. I am glad that this is a way I can help. When do you want to do this?”

He pulled into a parking space at the station before he answered. “Tonight?”

~~~

At work, Robert wished the day was over. He felt a constant buzz in his blood. They were close to making an arrest. If Kelly had named others in that book, he would have them all on charges that their expensive lawyers couldn’t get them out of. His phone rang.

“Collins here.”

“I heard you bought some furniture today,” the deep voice intoned.

“Who is this?” Robert sat up straight in his chair. He wished he had a device to record this conversation.

“That’s not important. You and your friends were in your house for a long time with that furniture. What were you doing? Did you find something?” The voice became rough and insistent.

“We bought a desk for a young girl and a dresser for extra storage. What is that to you? Are you calling everyone who was at the sale to see why they bought things?”

“No, why would three cops be interested in an estate sale and just two pieces of furniture that were in the bedrooms of the parents and the oldest girl?”

Robert frowned. “How did you know what rooms they were in?”

“It is my business to know.”

“How do you know where they are? Have you been in my house? Are you the one who ransacked it the first time?”

“I know everything, and I’d be very careful if I were you; things have a way of disappearing. You already lost one partner and your family. I would hate for you to have a reputation that it is unhealthy to be your partner. Families are lost all the time.”

“You leave my partner alone. He isn’t on the case,” Robert’s voice rose.

“Oh, sure, you sound convincing. Someone might even believe you, but I don’t. If you plan on finding any proof that point to one of the boys, I suggest you destroy it before it destroys you and anyone close to you.” Click.

The phone went dead. Robert sat for a long time, the noise of the dial tone in his ear. His knuckles were white where they gripped the receiver. He finally replaced it in the cradle and dropped his head in his folded arms.

After a few moments, he picked up the receiver and dialed Jake’s extension.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Are you and Lorene free tonight?”

“Sure, what do you have in mind?”

“Seven o’clock at Barbara’s.”

There was a long pause, then Jake laughed. “You and Babs have some important news for us? Hot dog!” Robert could hear him through the wall.

“Shut up. Dammit!” The tone of his voice shut Jake up immediately.

“I’ll be right there.” Jake hung up.

Jake came through the door and shut it softly behind him. Before he could sit, Robert held his finger to his lips. “I was just going to get coffee, want a cup?” He crooked his finger at Jake, who nodded.

“Sure, I think I will get a cup myself.”

They both left the office and headed to the break room. It was empty. “What is going on?” Jake demanded, waiting for Robert to fill his cup.

“I think the station is bugged. I don’t know for sure, but it seems that someone is telling someone outside the office what is going on. I just got a call that was threatening. I don’t want to talk about it here. Come over to Barbara’s house tonight. No jokes, please, Jake. This is serious stuff, and we have to talk.”

“Bring Lorene?” Jake was a little unsure about having his wife involved.

“This is a decision that both of you have to make. I officially took you off the job, but everyone seems to know that isn’t the case.”

~~~

Robert opened Barbara’s door to greet Jake and Lorene. The mood was somber. Barbara greeted Lorene and showed her a spot she had set up for Elizabeth if the baby wasn’t asleep. The two women left for the kitchen to gather the refreshments that Barbara had prepared.

“What is all this about?” Jake planted his feet and stood in front of his friend.

“I don’t know what you mean. You always want to see Barbara and me together, what’s your beef now?” Robert joked, but he didn’t smile and started to turn away.

Jake stuck his hand out to stop him. “I know you too well; this has something to do with the Stevens’ case.”

The women came in and set the trays on the dining room table. “Come and sit down; we have coffee and some cake I made, then we will talk.”

The couples sat across from each other. They were silent as Barbara poured coffee and Lorene served the cake.

“Okay, we have cake and coffee; what is going on?” Jake asked Robert.

Robert took a drink of coffee and felt Barbara’s hand on his knee. It felt good, and he had her support.

“Jake, I got an anonymous call this afternoon. It wasn’t good. First, whoever called knew we had purchased the two pieces of furniture and the rooms they came from. Then I was threatened that if I did find anything incriminating, I would find my partner and his family missing also.”

Lorene gasped. “This was for real? No joking?”

Jake put his arm around his wife. He looked at Robert and then across the room to where Elizabeth was playing. “This was no joke. That is why you wanted us here, to tell us this?”

“Yes, and to ask you what you want me to do with the evidence. I read the rest of the cash book and Kelly’s diary. There were names and specific incidences, including the rape of Angie and Kelly being, well, let’s say seduced. There were multiple orgies described and the people involved. I can see why they don’t want any of this to come to light.”

“We could be killed for this, just like the Stevens,” Lorene whispered.

“Yes, just like the Stevens,” Barbara responded firmly. This time her fingers dug into Robert’s thigh, and he pried them up and curled his fingers around hers.

“No matter what a lawyer says, the evidence is clear. The judge can suppress it, and if that judge happens to be Judge Kaeding, we don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of getting that evidence in court.”

“You finished reading the cash book and the diary, so who is the main character in this little group?” Jake had pushed away the plate with what remained of the cake and drank his coffee.

“I am not going into detail. It seems that Judge Kaeding has a nice little house on the Columbia River, where the family can get away, and Royal uses it for his parties. It is not far from the aluminum plant, where we think the car went into the river. The last place the Stevens were seen was at the diner and the gas station. Kelly wrote that once she had sex with David, he wanted her to be with all the boys. She couldn’t stop because they had connections with the mob and would order her family killed. I think Kelly might have told that part to Angie. Because Angie was scared to death when I talked to her.”

Robert stopped and started to take another drink of coffee, only to find his cup empty. Barbara quickly refilled it, and the others waited for him to continue.

“What happened to cause them to follow through with the threat?” Jake queried. Lorene was resting her head on Jake’s shoulder; her eyes followed her daughter’s actions.

“Kelly found out she was pregnant. She didn’t know which of the boys she had been forced to have sex with was the father. She decided to pin it on Royal, eventually telling her parents about it, when she couldn’t hide it any longer. Karl was furious, not only did he punish Kelly; who couldn’t go to school because of the telltale marks, but Karl confronted the judge. Kelly wrote that she overheard Karl say he’d called Walter’s father, James’ father, and Michael’s father, threatening to press charges if they didn’t come through with a settlement. She didn’t write that Brody was involved, so he might not have been there or participated in any of this.

“Kelly wrote in her diary the night before they disappeared, that her father was going to meet with someone to get money for her to go away. She would have the baby and put it up for adoption. She heard her father tell her mother that these people knew doctors that would give her an abortion. She didn’t know what that meant. She looked it up in the dictionary and wrote the definition in the diary. Later she wrote that she heard her parents talking that there would be enough money for them to leave Portland, move to the country, and retire. Karl was quite excited about the result. We all know that was a trick to get them to go to the Kaeding house, as it was the only one out that direction.”

“That is it,” Barbara added. “We don’t know who ordered the hit. We know who carried it out, but we can’t find them.”

Jake continued. “We know that at least one of the boy’s parents have connections they used to order the hit. We don’t know who ordered it, so, in essence, we know nothing.” He slammed his fist on the table. The women jumped at the noise.

“What about James?” Barbara questioned. “He seemed to be the front runner at first. Where does he stand? Is he mentioned?”

Robert nodded. “It bothered me a bit that he seemed to take a back seat in all this. I think he was the go-between. He had access to Kelly, She may have not mentioned him specifically, but I’ll bet he was in on it. Wouldn’t she have written all that in her diary though?”

Barbara and Lorene both shook their heads. “Sometimes things that are common knowledge aren’t written down, You think you’ll always remember them. She must have been with James enough times so it was familiar.”

Robert held up his hand, then slowly laid it, palm down, on the table. “This is true, that is why I wanted to talk about this. We have proof, written by Kelly and backed by Angie, that there were drugs, underage drinking, and rapes going on at these parties. We have Kelly’s account of what happened to her in her own words. If need be, we can get Angie to give a deposition of what happened to her. All this is worthless in a court of law, if the judge suppresses it. We have no smoking gun, so to speak, that we can point at any of these boys. What do we do with this evidence?”

“How would a judge suppress it?” Lorene asked.

Jake hugged her. “We didn’t exactly obtain the evidence during an investigation. We bought the furniture, which was then our property, and we can do what we want with it. Getting it into evidence for a court case, we have to prove we obtained it legally and the judge has to agree that it was obtained properly. Let’s say Judge Kaeding was the officiating judge; he would find any way possible to suppress the evidence. That is, if it were even there when the case came to trial. Evidence has a way of disappearing from the evidence locker at times. Right, Robert?”

“As much as I would like to say no, it isn’t true, there is corruption everywhere, and sometimes things get lost, I’ve been told.” He was thinking of the paint chips.

There was silence around the table. Jake broke it. “Our hands are tied. We know the truth, but it only sets the knowledge free; we can’t bring it to the public for judgment.”

The phone rang, and everyone jumped at the sound. Barbara stood and went to the phone looking at the others. “Should I answer it?”

Robert joined her, picked up the receiver, and held it to his ear. He didn’t speak.

“Are you having a nice chat?” It was the same voice that had called him at work earlier.

“What do you want?” Robert ground out in a low voice.

“You must be close with the typist from the pool, if she lets you answer her phone. I just wanted you to know that you are being watched and not to make any rash decisions.” The voice sounded distorted, as if something covered the mouthpiece.

“Why do you think we have any decisions to make? What are you afraid of? The murder happened ten months ago, if you know so much about what is going on in the department, why are you harassing us?”

“I heard about your report to Arnie. He is worried you might find more evidence that could cost him his job or retirement. You wouldn’t want that to happen to your friend and mentor. After all, he’s done for you, kept you out of the line of fire when everything went down.”

“He had nothing to do with me keeping my job. The investigation found me clean. I don’t take payoffs.”

“And don’t you think we can manufacture documents that prove you do?” There was a harsh laugh.

Robert didn’t answer that. “Why are you calling here? We’re having a nice evening with friends, and you’re ruining it.”

“You go on back to your cake and coffee and don’t forget what I said.” There was a click and the phone line disconnected. He replaced the receiver and returned to the table.

He looked at Barbara, there was a tiny seed of doubt. She couldn’t possibly be working both sides.

“What did he say?” Jake asked.

“I don’t know for sure, but this apartment might be bugged. He even knew we were eating cake and drinking coffee.”

“I’ll have the boys come and sweep it tomorrow.” Barbara stood, outraged at the thought.

Robert went to the window and pulled the curtain aside to peek out. Then he went to the opposite side. “I don’t see any cars or trucks out there, but I can’t see the entire street.”

“I had the window open a little when I was baking this afternoon. Anyone watching would have seen me put the cake on the counter to cool, and then later I frosted it on the kitchen table by the window, and the curtains were open.” She put her hand to her mouth, her eyes wide with the realization she was being watched.

“Let’s not panic.” Robert joined the others. “I think we should keep all this to ourselves. There is no purpose in opening this up to the public.”

Jake’s hand formed a fist. “It’s not fair! We have the proof of what happened and the names. They should be brought to justice for what they did.”

“Honey, we all wish for that. Sometimes we just have to let it be what it is.” Lorene kissed his clenched jaw.

“That kind of put a damper on the party. Are we all in accord with this? We will leave the case as unsolved, and maybe sometime in the future the story will be brought out.” Robert stood with his arm around Barbara while Jake helped Lorene gather Elizabeth’s toys. The baby had fallen asleep on the blanket.

“I wish we could all be that innocent,” Barbara whispered.

Alone in the kitchen after the plates and cups were washed and put away, Robert pulled Barbara into his arms, “Speaking of the future.” He pressed his lips to hers.

~~~

The idea of presenting what evidence they had seemed impossible. Robert ran the process over in his mind while driving the mile to his house. When he turned the corner, bright lights from a car parked across from his home almost blinded him.

He frowned as he reached for his gun and turned into his driveway. Turning off the engine and lights, he sat a moment. The car behind him didn’t move. Opening the door, he kept his eyes on the side mirror and stepped out to face the street.

The lights of the car in the street went dark. The door opened, but Robert couldn’t see inside. The driver stepped out and opened the back door. Robert watched as black shoes stepped out of the car. A tall man stood and adjusted his suit coat and hat.

Robert wondered what he paid for the entire outfit, probably more than he made in six months. The man nodded to his two bodyguards as he crossed the street, walking up the driveway to meet Robert.

“Hello, you’re Detective Robert Collins.” The man stopped but didn’t hold his hand out to shake Robert’s hand.

Robert nodded. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage, sir.”

“Who I am isn’t important. It’s who I represent. I’ve heard you went to the estate sale of the Stevens family.”

Robert didn’t respond. Apparently, the man knew he’d been there and was probably aware he’d bought two items. He’d wait for the man to make a move.

“Why did you buy a desk of Kelly’s and a dresser of Mr. and Mrs. Stevens?” The man stood in a relaxed state. His feet slightly spread, and his hands were folded at his waist.

Robert didn’t answer. The man leaned forward. “I asked you a question. I expect an answer.”

“I wasn’t sure you did. You seem to have all the answers so why ask a question to which you’re well aware of the answer.” Robert stood in a relaxed but attentive stance. The late summer night had cooled, and he wore a cardigan, which covered the gun tucked in his belt. He shrugged his shoulders and felt the comforting nudge of his piece against his backbone.

“Again, why did you buy the desk and dresser?”

“I’m surprised a man of your stature would be interested in two old pieces of furniture. One is for my goddaughter, the other is for my g—” Robert hesitated, then continued. “My girlfriend.”

The man’s lips spread into a smile that showed his teeth but never reached his eyes. “Ah, Miss Barbara. Quite the woman.” He looked down at his fingers and rubbed his hands together. “It would be interesting to take that little piece of—”

Robert took two steps forward to stand up to the man who now only reached a little above Robert’s chin. The man took a step back at the same time that Robert took a fistful of his suit lapels.

“Don’t ever demean a woman by calling her your trashy names. If you use women who qualify for those names, you’re a nobody in my books. Who sent you here?” Robert gave the man a push, sending him floundering for balance. Robert spun before the other man could recover and strode to the car parked on the street, only to have two beefy guards blocking his way. “If you don’t move, I’ll shoot both your feet before you can move a muscle.” His voice hissed through clenched teeth.

The two men stood where they were, but Robert saw their fear. He wasn’t sure if it was of him or whoever was in the car.

A tap on the window broke the silence, and one of the men gave an audible sigh as he stepped aside and opened the door.

“Get in,” a female voice called from the inside.

Robert bent down and looked in. “Me?” he asked.

“Yes, we need to talk.”

Robert let his curiosity overcome trepidation, and he climbed in and sat down. The woman sat on the other side of the bench seat. She wasn’t young, pushing mid-seventies or so, he judged.

“Detective, my granddaughter is engaged to a young man. Now, you know all boys have to sow their wild oats before they settle down.” She waved a thin bony hand in a dismissive gesture.

Robert listened to this stylish grandmother and wondered if she were behind the murder of the Stevens family.

“It’s come to my attention that he might have sown more oats than he should.” She took a flask from the tiny bar built into the back of the front seat. “Would you like a drink?”

Robert shook his head and motioned for her to continue. “As you’re well aware, the situation has been taken care of.” She took a sip of her drink and looked at him. “I know you have to do your job. I’ve been told you have a chip on your shoulder because you lost your family in a shootout. I’m very sorry about that. It was a different issue and none of your concern.”

“None of my concern?” He bolted straight up. “Not only my wife and child were killed, but also my partner and a few other men in my department.” Now he turned to face her. She had no fear of him, just sipped her cocktail and watched him. “You seem to take your daughter’s boyfriend’s predicament very seriously.”

She nodded.

“I take the death of police officers and my family just as seriously. I also take the commission of a crime seriously. Because I do, people like you can feel safe, but not if people like you make killing something you can get away with.”

“So, you did find something that might bring the killer to light.”

“I have some possibilities. You’ve just narrowed the selection.”

She put her empty glass on the foldout table and reached for her purse. Robert froze. Then his hand moved along his leg toward his back. The minute I see a gun, she’s dead, he thought.

She brought out her pocketbook. Fumbling a moment, Robert realized the woman was an alcoholic and had probably had too many drinks. She handled it well, but the slight shake of her hands and the enlarged tips of her fingers gave it away.

“Here, I want you to have this.” She handed him a giant stack of money, about two inches worth. Robert didn’t move. This was more money than he’d ever seen being offered to him. In a continuous movement, he opened the door and stepped out of the car.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll have to decline.”

“It’s your call. George, give him your card. Call, if you change your mind.”

The man who’d first approached him thrust a card at Robert before sliding past him into the car. The others took their places, and the car moved down the street and turned on to 39th Avenue.

He looked at the card. He still had no idea who the woman was. He’d have to ask Barbara to help him. He just hoped he wasn’t going to have his house ransacked again.

Epilogue

Robert looked around his office. His chair was a nice, vinyl one with padded arms. His desk had a blotter on the woodgrain top. A padded chair for guests and a tall, filing cabinet completed the set. Next to the door a coat rack sported his favorite hat and coat, a standard, government black, knee length with ample room to hide a bazooka under it, if the need arose.

Robert grinned, despite himself. On the desk was a picture of Barbara next to a picture of the two of them at their wedding with Jake and Lorene. He couldn’t wipe the grin from his face; they were expecting, again. Their first child was a little girl with blonde, curly hair and big, blue eyes. He was hoping this one would be a boy, but he would love their child, whatever the gender.

The phone rang. “Robert Collins, FBI.” He loved saying that.

“Yes, you are.” Jake’s voice crossed the country from Portland, Oregon, to Washington, DC.

“How are you, Chief?” Robert teased. Jake had been promoted to Arnie’s position when Arnie retired. Robert had been approached, but he had already accepted the DC job, so he suggested Jake. He wasn’t afraid to hold a few things in reserve, to get what he wanted. Upper management came through and offered the job to Jake.

Jake had systematically gone through the department and cleaned it up. He retired some old officers, recruited new officers, and upgraded others. The Portland police was beginning to be a respected department, not the laughingstock of the city.

“Fine as frog hairs. You?”

“Same; just dealing with morning sickness.” Robert heard a loud guffaw on the other end of the line.

“Well, buddy, I have to tell you that I am in the same boat.”

“Lorene is pregnant?”

“Yup. Two months now, and I am already tired. Elizabeth is excited about the baby, but she’s hiding her toys, so she won’t have to share.”

The two men laughed.

“Anything on the Stevens case?” Robert always asked. It was the one case he just couldn’t forget.

“No. The ‘boys,’ as we called them, are fine, upstanding respected citizens of the community. Royal got married to a beautiful girl with as much money and clout as he has. The union joined two very prominent families. The other boys are either in school or working.”

“How about Calvin and James?”

“James married soon after you left and headed to Europe. Calvin married and moved to a more sunny climate far away.”

“Yep, fine upstanding members of the community with dirty little secrets,” Robert’s voice bit at each word.

“If Judge Kaeding ever retires, and we have a cleaner judicial system here, it might be worth it to trot out the evidence. The only problem is people will ask why we sat on it this long.” There was a shrill ringing heard from Jake’s end. “Hey, I have to go. Talk to you later.”

“Go get ’em, Chief,” Robert spoke into the receiver after the buzz signaled that they were disconnected.

~~ The End ~~

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Content

C. M. Weaver
SILENT RIVER

Acknowledgments

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Epilogue

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About the Author

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