Scene of the Crime: Who Killed Shelly Sinclair? Read online

  They didn’t. Instead, in an effort to get a small glimpse of the woman he’d briefly known, he changed the subject. “I couldn’t help but notice the wedding ring on your finger. I’m glad that you found somebody important in your life.”

  She stared down at the band for a long moment and then looked back at him, her eyes shuttered and unreadable. “I got married to a wonderful man, had a daughter and then last year he died. It’s just my mother, my daughter and me now.”

  “Oh, I’m so sorry.” That’s what you get for trying to take the conversation to a personal level, he thought.

  She frowned. “I’m not the first young widow and I won’t be the last. What’s important to me now is my family’s well-being and my work. And now, don’t you have a task force to pull together?” She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow and glanced toward the door.

  Daniel beat feet to the door and it was only when he was back at his desk that he processed what he’d just learned about her. She wasn’t married. She was a widow.

  Although he was sorry that she’d lost her husband, he wasn’t sorry that she was single. Right now the night they had spent together was like a white elephant in the room whenever they were alone together.

  Sooner or later he was going to bring it up. He was going to have to talk about it. Sooner or later, as crazy as he might be, he hoped that just maybe there might be a repeat of that night in their future.

  * * *

  OVER THE NEXT two days, the task force was pulled together and assigned to work from a small conference room in the back of the building.

  Daniel had chosen Josh Griffin, Wes Stiller and Derrick Bream as his team. It was obvious the men had a good relationship and equally obvious, as Olivia had observed the deputies over the last two days, that Daniel was a natural-born leader. All of the men respected and looked up to him.

  Olivia had spent most of the two days interviewing the deputies who worked for her and finishing up going through case files of crimes that had been handled by Trey Walker.

  Daniel had been right; for the most part other than during the last couple of months, Lost Lagoon had been relatively free of any serious crimes. Oh, there had been the usual domestic calls and shoplifting... Petty crimes that had been resolved immediately.

  She’d arrived in her official capacity on Monday morning and by Wednesday evening she had learned that everyone in Lost Lagoon seemed to move at a slower pace than anywhere else in the world. She’d discovered that the town was rich in pirate lore and that a new amusement park being built on a ridge just above the town had the business owners excited about new commerce.

  It was after seven when she packed up to leave to go home. She’d already called her mother to tell her to go ahead and feed Lily and get her ready for bed.

  She was surprised to leave the office and see Daniel at his desk. She’d assumed he’d gone home at four when he was off duty.

  “I thought you’d have left by now. Don’t you have a family to get home to?” she asked.

  He reared back in his chair, looking as fresh and alert as he had that morning. “No wife, no family and no desire for either. I’m a confirmed bachelor,” he said. “I assume you’re headed home?”

  “Eventually, but before that I want to go to the scene of Shelly’s murder. I haven’t really gotten out and about town much and I just want to get a feel for where the crime took place.”

  Daniel frowned. “I’d rather you not go there by yourself. How about I drive there and you follow me? I can give you a better idea of what things looked like on that night.”

  “I can’t ask you to do that,” she protested.

  “You didn’t. I offered. Besides, it’s my job to assist you.” He stood as if it were settled. “I was ready to knock off for the night anyway.”

  Minutes later Olivia followed behind Daniel’s patrol car toward the south end of town. They traveled on Main Street, and as she drove she glanced at the various businesses that lined the streets.

  So far she’d only gone from the station to her home on the west side of town. She hadn’t ventured into the heart of Lost Lagoon. On one side of the street she noticed an ice cream parlor and made a note to be sure and visit it with her mother and Lily. Lily loved ice cream.

  Lily. If she’d been conflicted at all about telling Daniel that their night of passion had resulted in a daughter for him, her conflict had been resolved when he’d said he had no desire for a wife or a family and that he was a confirmed bachelor.

  She focused back on her surroundings. On one corner a shop held a large sign that indicated it was Mama Baptiste’s Apothecary and Gift Shop and further down the road was a two-story hotel named The Pirate’s Inn. In between were shops catering to tourists, a dress boutique and Jimmy’s Place where the parking spaces in front of the three-story building were filled with various makes and models of vehicles.

  Olivia’s stomach rumbled as she thought of all the people inside enjoying a meal. She’d skipped lunch that day and although she knew Rose would have kept something for her to zap in the microwave for dinner, her stomach was ready to be fed as soon as possible.

  While they continued on, the buildings ended and Main Street joined an outer road that she knew circled around the entire town.

  Olivia followed him onto the outer road and then when he stopped and pulled to the curb, she did the same. On the opposite side of the road in the near distance was a row of bushes broken only by a stone bench.

  Daniel got out of his car and she followed suit. Here the smell of the swamp was thick in the humid air. The scent of tangled musty foliage battled with a fishy smell, and the humidity was thick enough to cut with a knife.

  Daniel joined her by the side of her car. “Bo worked the night shift at Bo’s Place and Shelly worked the night shift at The Pirate’s Inn. Before she went into work, Bo often sneaked away and the two of them would meet here for a few minutes before they each returned to work.”

  “So Shelly showed up that night, but according to the message that she got from Bo, he didn’t come.” Olivia stared at the bench where a young, beautiful woman had spent the last minutes of her life. Who had met Shelly here in the middle of the night and strangled her to death then threw her body in the nearby lagoon?

  They crossed the street. Beyond the bushes and the stone bench was a grassy area that ran from one edge of the swampy growth to the other side, and beyond that the lagoon water sparkled darkly in the waning sunlight.

  “No evidence was found?” Olivia asked.

  “The bushes on the left side of the bench were trampled down, indicating that the struggle occurred there, but we didn’t find anything in the way of evidence.” His voice held a wealth of frustration.

  “From the minute I read this file, I’ve been haunted by her,” Olivia said softly.

  “You aren’t the only one. I’ve spent two years with her ghost haunting my dreams, begging for justice. In the last year, Shelly’s sister, Savannah, kept her sister relevant by dressing up like a ghost and walking on the grassy area just in front of the lagoon.”

  Olivia looked at him in surprise. “Really?”

  “On Friday nights teenagers would gather and hide behind the bushes, waiting for the ghost of Shelly to appear. Savannah used a tunnel that runs from her backyard to the base of a tree.” He pointed to the right of the grassy area where a cypress tree rose up. “She’d wear some gauzy white dress with a flashlight tied to her waist beneath to give her a ghostly glow. She’d walk across to the other side where a cave led back to the tunnel that would take her home.”

  “Why would she do such a thing?” Olivia asked, wanting to know all the ins and outs of this case.

  Daniel shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at the dark lagoon water. He appeared haunted, his eyes fixed in the distance and his posture one of faint defeat.

 
“When Shelly was buried, Savannah’s parents moved away and left her and her brother, Mac, the family house. Mac married and moved out soon after that. According to Shelly, she wasn’t allowed to speak of her sister, either to her parents or to her brother. She did her ghostly walks to hear the teenagers behind the bushes gasp and shout out Shelly’s name. It was her way of keeping her sister alive.”

  He pulled his hands from his pockets and turned back to gaze at Olivia. “Thankfully, Josh caught on to what she was doing and with his love she’s healing. But she needs closure. She needs her sister’s killer behind bars to fully embrace the life she’s building with Josh.”

  “Tomorrow I’d like you to go with me to interview Bo McBride. I know small towns and that often people are hostile or suspicious of strangers. I think I’ll get more answers if you’re with me.”

  Daniel nodded. “Just tell me when and I’ll be glad to go with you.”

  Olivia walked forward and sat on the bench, as if she could somehow pick up something from the horror of the crime that had happened so long ago.

  It was darker here, the sinking sun unable to penetrate the shadows formed by the swamp vegetation and the trees with thick Spanish moss dripping from their branches.

  Daniel sat next to her. His spicy cologne was familiar as it wafted to her. It wasn’t just a familiar scent she’d noticed over the last couple of days, but one she remembered from a night that shouldn’t have happened. It was a night that should have been erased from her memory bank long ago.

  “Tell me about Bo McBride,” she said in an effort to keep away memories that had no place in her head.

  “Bo was one of the golden boys in town. He was liked and respected by everyone. He was handsome and had a beautiful girlfriend. His business was extremely successful and at least on the surface it appeared he had the world by the tail.”

  “Do you think he killed Shelly?”

  His features were dappled by shadows and his eyes glowed silvery green in the falling of twilight. They had glowed like that when he’d taken possession of her body. Darn it, she had to stop remembering him naked and filled with desire for her.

  He raked a hand through his thick short hair and leaned back against the bench. “Do I think Bo killed Shelly? My gut instinct is that he didn’t.”

  “And how good is your gut instinct?”

  He grinned at her, his perfect white teeth flashing bright. “Better than most, but in this case I guess time and more investigation will tell us if it’s on the money.”

  “Who found her body? I didn’t see anything in the report.”

  “An early morning jogger named Tom Dempsey. Tom is sixty-seven years old and jogs at odd times of the day and night. It was four in the morning when he saw Shelly floating in the swamp and called it in. Thankfully, we managed to retrieve her before any gators or other wildlife got to her.”

  Olivia had been involved in many homicide cases in Natchez, but for some reason the case of Shelly Sinclair was hitting her hard. She rose from the bench, not wanting to sit another minute in this place of death.

  Daniel stood, as well. “I have a favor to ask you,” she said as they walked back to their cars. She paused and gazed up at him. “I’ve been watching the way you interact among the men and it’s obvious they look up to you. What I need to know is if I can trust you completely?”

  She held his gaze steadily. She might be making a mistake, but she needed somebody on the inside, somebody who had worked closely with the other men in the department.

  She had no real reason to trust Daniel. A single night in bed certainly wasn’t the basis to build trust on, but her gut instinct told her he was the one man in the department who was an upright, by-the-book lawman.

  “Of course you can trust me completely,” he replied. The earnestness in his eyes comforted her.

  “Then what I’d like to do is meet you for coffee one evening soon at the café and have a talk about some of your fellow officers,” she said.

  He frowned. “I’d really rather not do that at the café where people can see us together or might overhear the conversation. I don’t want the men to think I’m being a snitch.”

  “Of course, I didn’t think about that.”

  “Why don’t you follow me to my place now and we can talk privately there?”

  Olivia thought about all the questions she had about some of the deputies. “Okay,” she agreed a bit reluctantly.

  It was only when she was back in her car and following him to his place that she thought this might be a bad idea. First and foremost she was running only on a gut instinct and his word that he was trustworthy.

  More important, she feared that in the privacy of his home he might bring up that night they’d shared five years ago, a night she’d spent the last five years trying desperately to forget.

  Chapter Three

  He’d been vaguely surprised when Olivia had agreed to come to his home to talk, but as he pulled into the driveway he punched the garage door opener that would open both sides of the double garage and she apparently understood that he intended for her to pull in next to him.

  No need for anyone to see her car parked outside his house. It was one thing for them to be seen together in an official capacity, but another altogether for them to be together in their off-duty hours.

  The last thing she would want was any kind of gossip to start up about her, and there was no reason to invite it by being careless at this point in time.

  When she was parked inside and out of her car, he punched the button to close the doors behind them. “Call me paranoid,” he said when they were both out of the cars. “I just think it best if people don’t know we have any kind of a relationship outside of work hours.”

  “I appreciate it and I agree.”

  When he opened the door that led from the garage into the kitchen, he was grateful that by nature he was a neat and tidy man. He didn’t have to worry about errant boxers dangling off light fixtures or beer bottles lined up like soldiers awaiting a trip to the trash. He gestured her to the round oak kitchen table and then moved to the counter to make a pot of coffee.

  “Nice house,” she said as she sat. “Big for a man who told me he has no desire for a wife or a family.”

  “Thanks, it really is more than I need but it was a foreclosure and I couldn’t resist the great price. It needed a little cosmetic TLC, and I’ve managed to finish it all up.”

  The coffee began to brew and he turned and leaned against the cabinet to face her. “Don’t worry, I didn’t buy it with ill-gotten gains.”

  “That never crossed my mind. From reading the records, I know that you and Josh Griffin were instrumental in the arrest of Trey Walker and Jim Burns.”

  “It was mostly Josh. Savannah had been attacked and Josh hunted through the underground tunnels to see if he could find any evidence. What he found was an entrance that led up to Walker’s garage filled with meth.”

  “So you trust Josh.”

  “With my life,” he replied easily. “He and I are not only fellow deputies, we’re also close friends.” He had the ridiculous impulse to walk over to her and pull off the clasp from the nape of her neck that held her beautiful long hair captive.

  He turned back to the cabinet and pulled out two cups. “Cream or sugar or both?” he asked.

  “Just black is fine,” she replied. “What about Emma Carpenter? Is she a good deputy?”

  It was obvious this private meeting was just as she’d indicated it would be, an opportunity for her to pick his brains about his coworkers. He poured their coffee and then joined her at the table.

  “Emma is a hard worker. She’s thoughtful and meticulous and I’d trust her under any circumstances.”

  Olivia cupped her hands around her coffee mug. “I’m just trying to get an idea of the people who
work here for the department. The employment files were relatively inadequate as far as any notes of discipline or commendations anyone might have received.”

  “For the most part we’re a good team,” he said.

  “For the most part...” she echoed with a raise of a dark brow.

  Daniel sighed. “I don’t want to believe that any of the other officers had anything to do with the drug-trafficking issue.”

  “I sense a but on the end of that sentence.”

  He smiled ruefully. “But there are a couple of men I don’t completely trust.”

  She leaned forward and he caught a whiff of that lilac fresh spring scent that had once driven him half-mad with desire for her. It still affected him on a visceral level, evoking unwanted memories of the night they’d shared.

  “Who don’t you trust?” she asked.

  He watched her lips move and remembered the fiery kisses they’d shared. He mentally shook himself and focused on the topic at hand. “I don’t want you to think that I’m some kind of snitch, but you do have a right to know potential problems within the department.”

  She took a sip of her coffee, her eyes dark and unfathomable over the rim of the cup. “Give me names,” she said as she lowered her cup back to the table.

  “Ray McClure. He was very close to Walker, but insists he had no idea what was going on when it came to the drugs flowing in and out of town. He also seemed particularly eager to point a finger at Bo for the murder of Shelly.”

  “I’d already identified him as an issue,” she admitted. “He’s lazy and borders on insubordination. Do you think he might have had something to do with Shelly’s murder?”

  “I doubt it. I think he was just following Trey’s lead in proclaiming Bo guilty in order to please Trey and to not have to do the work of a real investigation.”

  “Who else?”

  Daniel thought of all the men he worked with on a daily basis. “Randy Fowler isn’t somebody I’d trust to have my back. He works the night shift and he recently moved his mother into a fairly pricey nursing home in Jackson. He’d bitched about the cost for months before he moved her, but now suddenly he’s not complaining anymore.”