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Ultimate Cedar Cove Collection
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“I didn’t in the beginning, but then she told me what it was like when her parents divorced.” Allison glanced in his direction and sighed. “She was just a kid, too.”
“Bad, huh?”
Allison nodded. “Her dad took off. Her mom didn’t get any child support, either. Cecilia never really knew her dad when she was growing up. He’s the reason she moved to Cedar Cove. She wanted to get to know him, so she got in touch with him once she finished high school. He said he could get her a job, and she came here. She did get a job at the same restaurant where her dad worked, but it wasn’t what she’d expected. By then it was too late to move back home.” Cecilia’s contribution to the firm was valuable—but her relationship with Allison was worth even more to him.
Whatever had brought Cecilia to Cedar Cove, he was grateful she’d come.
“It didn’t work out with her and her dad, though,” Allison said absently.
“How come?”
Allison shrugged. “Sounds like he’s a real flake.”
Zach felt his daughter’s eyes on him. “Am I a flake?”
She shook her head. “You can be, but overall you’re okay, I guess.”
Such overwhelming praise was almost more than he could bear. “I’m glad you think so.”
“Her dad moved to California when The Captain’s Galley sold. The new owners didn’t offer him a job, which was probably for the best. Cecilia said her dad was drinking up the profits.”
“Oh.” That sounded like a direct quote. “This must’ve been about the time her baby died.”
“Somewhere around then,” his daughter informed him. “Ian was the one who encouraged Cecilia to take accounting classes. That’s her husband, in case you forgot.”
“Good for him.”
“He was at sea, and they were e-mailing back and forth, getting to know each other again.”
“That’s good.” Perhaps if he’d had the opportunity to e-mail Rosie, to correspond with her, they might’ve had the same chance. Somehow, putting words on paper gave a person time to think about what he or she was really saying.
“Cecilia said that the minute she met me, she knew I was special.”
“Why’s that?” He didn’t mean to sound skeptical, but he wanted to know what Cecilia had seen in his daughter. It seemed important to find out.
“Haven’t you been listening?”
Zach had. To every word. “Yes, I have.”
“Because of her baby,” Allison said. “Her baby’s name was Allison, too.”
Nineteen
As he walked into the Cedar Cove sheriff’s office, Roy McAfee looked around. The room was full of activity; several men and women sat at desks and a dispatcher handled the switchboard. There was a sense of urgency, of purpose, as deputies—uniformed and not—spoke on the phone, carried on conversations or typed at computers.
Damn it all, this was exactly the atmosphere Roy loved. He wanted to close his eyes, breathe in the scent of stale coffee, the sounds of cops at work. There was an excitement here. He’d almost forgotten what it was like to play an active role in law enforcement and he missed it. Except for the paperwork, he reminded himself. When he was on the force, he’d spent more than half his time filling out forms.
“How ya doing, Roy?” a uniformed woman asked when he approached.
Roy didn’t recognize her. “I’m good. I’m here to see Sheriff Davis.”
She smiled. “I’ll tell him you’re here.”
“I’d appreciate it.” Roy had phoned soon after the first of the year, after he’d done everything he could on his end of the investigation. Today he’d give the sheriff what he’d learned. He liked and trusted Troy Davis; the man was no one’s fool. Roy was walking a tightrope, though. Officially he’d been employed by Grace Sherman and more recently Bob Beldon. His first priority was to look after his clients’ interests. If a crime had been committed, his job was to do everything he could to keep his clients clear of the law.
The female deputy returned. “Sheriff Davis will see you now.”
Roy followed her to the small office. Davis was sitting behind his desk, frowning at something on his computer screen, when Roy entered the room. Troy stood, and the two men exchanged handshakes. Roy took a seat and so did the sheriff.
“What can I do for you?” Troy Davis asked, leaning back in his chair, giving a relaxed impression.
Roy wasn’t deceived. The lawman was intensely interested in his visit. “Like I said when I called, I came to talk to you about the John Doe.”
“You know something I don’t?” Davis asked.
Roy considered the question. “I might.”
“Tell me.”
That, of course, was the reason Roy was here, although he probably wouldn’t share everything he knew, and where he’d gotten his information would remain with him. Davis understood and accepted that, although Roy knew he’d do his best to trick him into revealing his sources.
“During your investigation, did you run into the names Max Russell or Stewart Samuels, by any chance?” Roy asked. Those were the other two men who’d been with Dan Sherman and Bob Beldon in that patrol in Vietnam. Bob had told him how the four had become separated from their squad and stumbled into the village. Four men, four lives, each marked by that afternoon. Roy had located Samuels, who’d remained in the military and had a distinguished record of service. Of the four, he seemed the least affected by the events in Nam. Russell, however, had lived a troubled life after his release from the army. Like Beldon and Dan Sherman…
“I might have.” Davis leaned across his desk, nudging a stack of files that tilted precariously.
Roy was sure Davis couldn’t have heard about the men and had to be bluffing.
Davis riffled through the files until he found the one he wanted and flipped it open. Roy wasn’t surprised that Davis kept the John Doe case file close at hand. The sheriff leafed through it, then raised his eyes to meet Roy’s. “Are you going to tell me where you came up with these names?”
Roy grinned and slid down in his chair, crossing his arms. “No.” He had to protect Bob as much as possible. Even now, he couldn’t be sure of the extent of the other man’s involvement. He wanted to believe Beldon was an innocent bystander, but too many of the dots still didn’t connect.
The sheriff chuckled. “Why did I know you were going to say that?”
Roy didn’t bother to answer.
“Can you tell me why I have the sneaking suspicion either Max Russell or Stewart Samuels is going to be listed as a missing person?”
Making an effort not to look self-righteous, Roy shrugged.
“Help me out a little, if you would,” Troy muttered, turning to face his computer screen. “Can you at least give me a state?”
“I could do that, but I’d hate to see you miss out on the fun of the chase. You might want to start with Russell, though.”
Troy glanced up, frowning darkly.
“California,” Roy said.
“Not Florida?” The dead man’s false ID had given a Florida address. Davis looked surprised as he punched a few keys, stared at the screen and then peered over the top of his reading glasses. “Are you planning to tell me how you got Russell’s name?”
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