Their Baby Bond

“I can be there in ten minutes. Should I meet you out front?”

“That will be fine.”

Putting the cordless phone back in its stand, she looked at Jake. “I’m sorry about this, but I have to go to the gallery. The detective wants me to make sure the thief didn’t try to get inside.”

“I know Phil Trujillo. We went to the academy in Albuquerque together. Do you want me to come with you?”

“Do you want to?”

“No,” he said with a slow smile. It was the one she remembered from so long ago. “But I might be able to get information from Phil that you can’t. Detectives investigating a case are tight-lipped.”

She had the feeling that Jake was itching to get back into police work, but something was stopping him. Maybe she’d find out what that was tonight. “I’d be glad to have you along. I’ve never had an almost-break-in before.”

“Then let’s go see if your security system kept your gallery safe.”

Perceptions was located in a small plaza with a string of other shops. Tori’s shop, situated at the closed U end of the parking lot, was white stucco and attached to a bakery on the right. On the left, a brick pathway ran parallel to the narrow driveway that led to the rear entrance. There were two police cruisers, their lights still flashing, blocking the entrance to the walkway that wended to Tori’s shop, the bakery, and the adjoining building, where the jewelry store was located next to a leather boutique.

Jake and Tori climbed out of his truck, then angled around a cruiser to her gallery.

The detective who was standing at the door, his arms crossed over his chest, recognized Jake immediately. “Galeno! What are you doing here? Going to join the Santa Fe PD?”

“I was with Tori when she got your call. Just thought I’d come along as a concerned friend to find out what was going on.”

“Not much,” the detective said. “We’re waiting for the owner of the bakery and that leather shop. Just wanted to make sure nothing else was tampered with. As you can see, we dusted for prints on the knob and around the door. Same thing at the back entrance. But even if we find prints that match any at the jewelry store, that doesn’t mean we’ve found our guy. Shoppers, especially tourists, go from one shop to the next. That right, Ms. Phillips?”

“Yes, it is.” Taking her key from her purse, she asked, “Is it all right if I open the door?”

The detective nodded, watching her closely. She noticed Jake was watching her, too, and then she saw why. There were scratches around the keyhole. She didn’t know what they were from, but she was pretty sure they hadn’t been there earlier when she’d locked up.

She pointed them out to the detective.

“Yeah, we noticed them,” Trujillo offered. “We were waiting to see if you said anything. Any guesses as to what they’re from, Galeno?”

Phil knew Jake would recognize the scratches. “Possibly a pick that slipped. But I don’t get why he would even attempt the front door.”

“The back door’s solid steel, the lock obviously heavy-duty. This one is, too, but it’s not quite so cumbersome,” Tori explained.

“Right on the mark,” Trujillo said.

Taking a few steps back, Jake studied all the stores in the layout. “He might’ve just been making a quick run through here, seeing what was possible and what wasn’t. What happened at the jewelry store?”

“This guy doesn’t have much finesse. If you walk down there, you’ll see he broke the window, set off the alarm, crashed some cases and grabbed what he could. The good stuff was all in the safe, so he didn’t get to that. But the store’s security service tried to call the owner before they called us, so the unsub—unidentified subject,” he explained to Tori, “had time to hightail it out of here. My partner’s interviewing everybody he can find within a decent radius. Ms. Phillips, how about if you turn off that alarm system. I’ll see if anything’s amiss inside.”

Tori opened the door and pressed in the security code. A green light came on. “It’s off,” she murmured.

Detective Trujillo stepped past her, his hand inside his suit coat, as he ordered, “Wait here.”

Tori wasn’t sure what to think, and she looked up at Jake.

He placed a hand on her shoulder. “He just wants to make sure this guy is gone…and was acting alone.”

A few minutes later, the detective beckoned them inside, and Tori took a cursory look around, then made a more detailed search. “I locked up myself tonight a few minutes early. Nothing’s been touched.”

She saw Jake studying the pictures on the walls, the sculptures on stands, the case of unique jewelry and pillboxes, the rack with hand-carved walking sticks. She’d decorated the gallery in the mountain colors of rust, green and blue. It blended with everything she sold, making the ambience of the gallery welcoming, yet sedate, unpretentious, yet undoubtedly exclusive.

Already, Phil Trujillo had opened the door into the room beyond. “Is this for storage?”

“Yes. Right now it’s crammed full of work I’m going to display for Christmas and an artist’s opening coming up.”

She hurried after the detective, saying to Jake, “He needs to be careful with my inventory.”

Jake caught her elbow. “Phil’s no bull in a china shop. He knows what he’s looking for.”

Jake’s fingers were hot on her skin. “And that is?”

He shrugged and released her. “He’ll know when he sees it.”

“Are you speaking from experience?”

“Intuition goes a long way in catching a criminal. But so does good eyesight.”

Jake was being flippant now, but the serious expression on his face told her he didn’t consider any of this a laughing matter.

“Tell me something,” Trujillo said as he reentered the gallery. “Would any of that stuff in there be worth a bundle on the black market?”

Tori motioned to canvases propped against the far wall. “I have a few artists who are well-known and their work is becoming more scarce. The right word in the right circle of private collectors who don’t care about fenced goods, and the thief could set up a nice retirement account.”

“We’re assuming this is a man,” Jake said, “but we shouldn’t necessarily make that assumption, should we, Phil?”

The detective’s eyes became hooded now. He’d shared all the information he’d intended to share. Everything else was not for public consumption. “I like facts better than assumptions.”

While the two men nosed around, Tori checked the remaining inventory in the storage area, once in a while looking over her shoulder.

Finally she admitted, “Everything appears fine in here, too.”

“Then there’s no reason why you can’t return home,” Trujillo said. “Let’s lock it all up and you can be on your way.”

Ten minutes later, as Jake was driving Tori home, he asked, “Have you ever thought about putting a security system in your home?”

“I’ve thought about it.”

“It’s like the tile in your bathroom, right? You’ve been meaning to call somebody sometime, but just haven’t gotten around to it?”

“Exactly,” she admitted as she let out a sigh.

“Do it, Tori. With a baby in the house, you’re not going to want to take any chances.”

She glanced over at him. “I will.”