Hidden Deception

Scrambling away from Daniel, she yelled. “What’s the matter with you?”

He slowly got to his feet and offered his hand. “Are you all right?”

She took it and stood. “No.”

“Ma’am,” the operator called.

She could chew him out later, but now she needed to tell the operator she was okay. She looked around in the hallway for the phone.

“Ma’am,” the operator again called.

“Where is it?” Elena said, frantically scanning the hall. She stepped back into the bedroom. There between the mattress and a drawer lay her phone. Snatching it up, she said, “Uh—I’m sorry.”

“Are you all right?” the operator asked.

“Yes, but—”

“Are you being held against your will?” the woman questioned.

Color filled Elena’s face. “No, no. It’s just that I thought the intruder was—”

Daniel motioned for her to give him the phone. She did. He quickly explained the situation to the 911 operator, gave his police ID number and told her to notify the units on the way that he was with Ms. Jackson. He also asked for an evidence team to be dispatched to this address. He disconnected and handed the phone back to Elena. “Let’s go and greet the officers.”

She dropped the phone into her purse and followed him to the door. Outrage and mortification had replaced fear in her brain. “You nearly gave me a heart attack. You’re lucky I didn’t use the move my father taught me when he knew I was going to New York City.”

His brow arched. “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you as an intruder.”

That gave her pause.

“What are you doing here?” He was all business.

“The medical examiner released Joyce’s body. I told Mom I’d get something for the funeral home to dress Joyce in.” She looked into the bedroom. “But someone had decided to destroy the place before I got here.”

“So it was this way when you entered?”

She frowned at him. “Yes, it was. Do you think I did this?”

He said nothing.

“I got here about five minutes ago. I was so stunned that I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had just decided to call 911 when you appeared in the doorway and we did that little thing.” Her cheeks heated with embarrassment.

His lips twitched.

When they arrived at the front door, the patrol units were already there.

Reaching for the doorknob, Daniel said, “I’ll have to commend patrol division on their quick response time.”

Elena frowned. That wasn’t exactly her first thought.

He called out to the patrolmen, then slowly appeared in the open door. The patrolmen holstered their weapons and walked to the front door. Elena recognized them. They were the same ones who responded to Joyce’s murder.

“Stillwater.” Icenhour nodded to the house. “What are you doing here?”

“Our murder vic from yesterday, this is her house. I wanted to let you know that Ms. Jackson and I were inside and the robbery call-in was a misunderstanding. No use having you shoot me.”

Icenhour nodded. “It would be hard to explain how I shot a Santa Fe Police Detective.”

Daniel pointed over his shoulder. “Someone has systematically destroyed the house. I want to see if we can get usable fingerprints. Also, I want you to look around the property and see what you come up with.”

The two patrolmen nodded and walked away. Daniel turned to Elena. “Do you still want to get a dress for Joyce?”

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to cry. “Yes.”

He nodded and indicated for her to go back inside. “Why is your family handling the burial?

Why doesn’t Joyce’s family take care of those arrangements?”

“Her parents disowned her and wanted nothing to do with her after her time in prison. Apparently, she never mentioned them again.”

He studied her, then nodded. “Follow me.” They walked into the house, up the stairs to the bedroom. He stepped into the closet. “Pick out something.”

Crowding into the closet by him, she tried to focus on a dress. Suddenly, the grief, fear and uncertainty swamped her. She didn’t want to cry. She wouldn’t cry. All the clothes blurred, and tears ran down her cheeks. The harder she tried not to cry, the more she did.

“Are you all right?” he softly asked, his lips close to her ear.

She couldn’t speak, so she nodded.

When he touched her shoulder, the dam broke and the tears flowed unchecked. Unseeing, she turned into his chest. All the turbulent emotions she’d bottled up poured out of her.

She didn’t know how long she bawled. A minute or eternity, but when the storm had passed, she stepped back. On his shirt was a big, wet spot.

She motioned to the spot. “I’m sorry.”

His eyes held a wealth of understanding and the gentle smile curving his lips eased her embarrassment. “Don’t worry about it. At least you didn’t throw up on me as my daughter has after a crying spell.” He handed her his handkerchief.

She laughed in spite of herself. “At least there’s that.”

Noise from the outer room startled them.

Daniel stepped out of the closet and said something to the patrolman. She used the time to gather her wits and dry her face.

When he came back, he said, “The patrolmen found the back door open. Our perpetrator came in that way.”

She nodded and then turned her attention to picking out a dress. She grabbed a soft blue one with a matching belt and a wide lace collar, pulled it out and showed it to Daniel.

“Let’s take it downstairs where I can note what you took and then you can deliver it to the funeral home.”

It was quickly done, the garment’s pockets checked for anything. When nothing was found, he allowed her to leave. As she drove away, fear clutched her heart. Just what had Joyce been involved in that someone would search and trash her home with such violence?