Honor Bound

“You wouldn’t expect us to have it in the squad room, would you, Police Chief Santoni?” Kelly didn’t add “Mr. Big Shot Special Detective,” but he knew that’s what she meant.

He closed his eyes for a long second. When he’d accepted the position in Sand Point, Oregon, he’d never expected to find Kelly James working for City Hall.

That is, Kelly James Lawson.

He kept forgetting the “Lawson” part, having known her as the skinny, thoroughly annoying, kid next door when he’d visited his aunt and uncle in Sand Point. Well, except when they were eighteen and ceased hostilities long enough for each of them to discover how the other tasted. By then she’d become a leggy blond armful…who’d gotten engaged to another man just months after their summer of hot-and-heavy dating.

Hell, he shouldn’t have gotten his teenage ego in a twist over the whole thing—it wasn’t as if he’d asked her to wait for him. Why wouldn’t she take the easy route and get married after her mother was gone? People were mostly out for themselves; the trick was guessing how far they would go to get what they wanted.

When Ben opened his eyes he saw Kelly and Viv watching him, so he plastered a noncommittal expression on his face. It was just his luck that Sand Point’s police station was in the same building complex as the mayor’s office, otherwise he wouldn’t have so many visitors.

“Kelly, our beloved mayor thinks those books are smutty because folks are so eager to read them, and because of the provocative shadows on the dust jackets,” Vivian said. “They couldn’t possibly be popular because they’re exciting and well written.”

Kelly sat on the corner of the desk with her back to Ben. “How can shadows be provocative?”

Viv winked. “A man and a woman? They’ve got to be about sex. That’s how Hizonor sees it.”

Feeling ignored, which undoubtedly was Kelly’s intention, Ben lifted his copy of Deep Water and examined the cover. Those weren’t shadows; they were human figures blurred by blue water. The art was suggestive, but not in bad taste. The cover of the second novel, Deep Sea, was slightly more explicit than the first, but after what he’d seen as a Los Angeles street cop and homicide detective, it was pretty tame.

“You’d think the mayor would be more worried about the murders and getting hate mail than some books,” Ben interjected.

“He’s worried,” Vivian admitted grudgingly. “Just covering it up. This is an election year. He wants to project the image of a strong moral leader.”

“Speaking of which,” Kelly said, “I think you should run for office, Viv. A lot of people would vote for you. I even heard someone discussing it at lunch the other day.”

Viv looked appalled. “I’m not an idiot. I like being a public servant—full benefits and I don’t have to reapply every four years.”

Ben hid a grin.

Viv was smart, the mayor self-righteous and Kelly the curvaceous pain-in-the-ass widow of a local hero. God, he’d heard enough about Mitchell Lawson’s heroism to last a lifetime. There was even a plaque honoring the man in front of City Hall, lauding him to the skies. Lawson may have been a nice enough guy and a brave fireman who died in the line of duty, but nobody was that pure of heart and mind. Ben tossed Deep Water onto a nearby shelf. Tonight he’d have to read more than the first chapter and flyleaf. The death threats against Mayor Stone had referenced the books—something the Sand Point Gazette had focused on the past few days. The paper was trying to connect the dots between the real murders and the fictional ones since the elusive, bestselling author claimed to be from the local area and there were some similarities to the crimes. Ben just wished that they’d stop making people paranoid by talking about it.

Unfortunately—he checked the scene outside his office—the mayor wasn’t the only one who couldn’t resist the lure of temporary fame. Even fame on a small scale. His squad room was filled with employees primping every ten minutes in case they were interviewed and made the nightly news.

The men were the worst.

He had never seen a sorrier group of starched and pressed officers. If the crease on Detective Lasko’s collar got any sharper he’d cut his throat.

“You’re taking the press conference, right?” he asked Kelly. “Press conference” sounded grander than it really was—a few reporters, a photographer and a cameraman—but the mayor loved making it seem important.

She sent a careless glance over her shoulder. “Sorry, I won’t be there. Mayor Stone wants his stalwart new police chief at his side, assuring the public that the guilty party or parties will be caught. Isn’t it lucky you have all of those big-city crime-solving skills?”

Big city?

Sheesh.

Kelly knew he preferred city life. Okay, so he’d been less than tactful about the town a few weeks ago when talking to his uncle, the former Sand Point police chief. How could he have known she was in the kitchen, visiting his aunt? You’d have thought he’d spit on the flag the way she’d blown up at him.

“Give it a rest,” Ben growled.

“Give what a rest? I was simply extolling your credentials as police chief,” she said, ice glinting in her eyes. Making peace was a smart idea under the circumstances, but it would clearly take a while.

“Fine. Whatever. Any special mayoral guidance for handling the press?” he asked.

“As usual, he doesn’t want you to bring up Deep Water or Deep Sea, but if they bring it up the mayor’s response will be ‘no comment,’” Kelly said. “He wants you to be as brief as possible and downplay any resemblance between the books and the dock murders.”

“Why? Because he thinks they’re smutty?”

Kelly shrugged. “He feels connecting the novels and the murders sensationalizes everything even more, which is bad for tourism. Tourist dollars are important to the Sand Point economy.”

“Especially in an election year,” Ben snapped. “Your mayor is being irresponsible. He doesn’t care about solving the murders, just about the publicity. For all I know, he’s the one who leaked the story about receiving death threats so he could get the attention.”

“Phillip Stone is your mayor, too, Police Chief Santoni. You’re either a member of our community, or you aren’t.”

Ben cursed silently.

When would he learn to be quiet?

Uncle Henry had said the same thing, in a different way. It blew Ben’s mind that Henry Jefferson could have gone from being a Europe-based CIA bureau chief to a police chief in a small coastal town in Oregon. Purely by choice, too—Uncle Henry and Aunt Gina had never had kids, so he hadn’t needed to worry about raising a son in the city as a single father, with the unpredictable hours of a homicide detective.

“You and Viv don’t like Mayor Stone any more than I do.”

“We may not have voted for him, but we did vote.”

“I voted.”

“In Los Angeles. How’s your mayor doing down there?”

He sighed. “I have a better question—how long will it be before I’m accepted in Sand Point? I have a job to do, and I want to do it well. Despite what you heard me saying, I’m willing to give the place a chance.”

Kelly put her hands on the desk and leaned forward, and Ben was reminded that her eyes had always done something to him. Big, blue, wistful…they’d confused the hell out of his younger self. Now they made him wary. What was going on behind the surface?

“You’ll be accepted when you decide to be,” she said softly. “That won’t happen until you realize Sand Point is more than a good environment to raise Toby, and that people are usually better than their selfish side. Some are genuine heroes.”

“Like your husband?” Ben winced as soon as the words left his mouth. He might believe she’d married Mitch Lawson for the financial security he offered, but she appeared devoted to his memory.

Kelly straightened, her lips in a taut line. “Mitch was a wonderful man. Finer than you’ll ever know.”

“That’s what everyone keeps telling me. But what’s wrong with leaving the city for the sake of my son?”

“Nothing. Only how is Toby going to adjust if you don’t like it here?”

Ben took his time before answering. He hadn’t told anyone that his ex-wife had hooked a wealthy husband with no interest in a ready-made family. Now Dawn didn’t want anything to do with her own child in case it jeopardized her cushy new life. Moving to Oregon would protect Toby from that knowledge for a while. As for adjusting, Toby was doing great with Gina and Henry doting on him. He had a few separation issues to work through, but it wasn’t serious.

“My son is none of your business, and I’ve got two homicides to solve,” he said finally. “Not to mention I’m doing your job by taking that press conference.”

“That isn’t how the mayor sees things.”

“Probably because you talked him into seeing it that way.”