“No, thanks.” He grinned. “Stew’s got carrots and onions.”
Liam didn’t seem amused.
Another big guy who looked a lot like Liam entered O’Rourke’s. The stonemason, Nick thought. Bowie O’Rourke, currently on probation after taking on Derek Cutshaw right here in his surly cousin’s bar.
Liam made what passed for introductions, handed his cousin a Coke and moved down to the end of the bar. Bowie stood next to Nick. “How’s Hannah doing in California?”
“Loves it,” Nick said.
“Is Sean spoiling her?”
“Trying, but she’s stubborn and self-sufficient.”
“Her brothers? They like it there?”
Nick knew Devin Shay, the older of Hannah’s two younger brothers, better than he did Toby. “They like California even more than Hannah, at least for now. Devin’s working for Sean and starting on the road to becoming a smoke jumper. Toby’s mountain biking to his heart’s content. He likes being an exchange student. I think he’ll end up finishing his senior year there.”
“Hannah still studying for the bar?”
“Every day by the pool, but I don’t know if she’s signed up to take it yet.” Nick sipped some of his beer. “She seemed happy to have Beth come for a visit.”
Bowie nodded, not touching his Coke. “Hannah’s like a sister to me,” the stonemason said, making it sound like a warning. “We grew up in a hollow out past the Whittaker place.”
“So I hear. What about Rose Cameron? Is she like a sister to you, too?”
Bowie glanced sideways at him. “What difference does it make to you?”
Nick took no offense. “I’ve been trying to figure out why Derek Cutshaw might have gone to the Whittaker place when he did. I’ve picked up an undercurrent around here. I think he had something going on with Rose, and you knew. You weren’t just keeping him from spouting off about Hannah last year in that fight, were you?”
“Rose wasn’t even in Black Falls then.”
“Hannah’s one of her closest friends, and she was here. So were all three of Rose’s brothers. If Cutshaw was out of control and lied or exaggerated about her in front of everyone—or even told the truth, shared a secret —”
“Now you’re the one going too far,” Bowie said darkly.
“I don’t care about any history between Cutshaw and Rose. If you intervened to keep him from embarrassing her, then good for you. It’s a small town. She’s entrusted with people’s lives. She didn’t need some drunken idiot carrying on about her. I only care that she’s safe.”
Bowie relaxed slightly. “Derek was an SOB, especially when he’d been drinking. He was manipulative, controlling and self-absorbed. Everything had to be his way.”
“Was he potentially suicidal?”
“No.”
“You didn’t hesitate.”
“Correct, I didn’t.”
Nick drank more of his beer. “Cutshaw was from somewhere out West?”
Bowie nodded. “Colorado, I think. I don’t really know. Not California, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“What about Robert Feehan?”
“I don’t have a clue. From what I’ve heard, Feehan and Brett Griffin hung out with Derek because he was always up for anything—skiing, partying, driving up to Burlington or down to Boston at the drop of a pin. Feehan stuck with Derek after the fight here. Griffin got out.”
“You seem to have good insights into people.”
“I don’t know about that.” Bowie shrugged, glancing at the band as they finished setting up. “I’ve just had to figure things out to survive. I haven’t kept track of Derek and his friends since last year. I can’t afford to mix it up with anyone again. I’m on probation as it is. I stay busy with work.”
“Do you come in here often?”
“Yeah, but I don’t drink or get into it with anyone. I’m working on my house out on the river.” He frowned at Nick. “What are you doing, playing arson investigator?”
“I’m just a friend.”
“Rose has helped a lot of people with her work. People are alive now who’d be dead without her. If she needs anything, I won’t be the only one who’s there for her.”
“Anyone good enough for her?”
Bowie didn’t hesitate. “Probably not.”
Nick thought he could get along with Bowie O’Rourke.
“I didn’t kill Derek if that’s on your mind. I didn’t wish him well, but I didn’t kill him. I heard about Feehan this morning. I haven’t seen either one. We don’t operate in the same circles. I expect you already know that.” Bowie tapped a thick finger on the bar. “You’re looking for trouble. I know the signs. Pull back.”
“Thanks for the advice.”
Bowie seemed to give up on the idea of eating anything and left with a curt farewell to his cousin. Nick didn’t have high hopes for his beef stew but it was fine—rich, thick, just what he needed after cross-country skiing and raising the hackles on the Black Falls natives.
He finished his stew and left as the band started on their first set. Even in the village, the stars and half- moon stood out against the black night sky. When he arrived back at the lodge he passed a young couple and their curly-haired daughter, who couldn’t be more than ten, playing Scrabble in front of the fire.
The kid was about to nail her folks with a seven-letter word.
Nick headed upstairs. His room was toasty warm. He stood at the window, the drapes open to a view of the moonlit meadow, and called Sean. “Derek Cutshaw and Rose—what does Hannah know?”
“None of the details,” Sean said, obviously not completely taken aback by the question. “She doesn’t want to talk about Rose behind her back.”
“These aren’t ordinary circumstances, Sean. Rose is a perfectionist. She doesn’t like to make mistakes.”
“I have a feeling Derek Cutshaw was a big mistake.”
Nick backed away from the cold air seeping through the window. “Bowie O’Rourke knows something, but whatever it is, he’s keeping it to himself.”
“Rose wouldn’t keep anything germane from the police.” Sean sighed. “Hell, Nick. She would hate owning up to falling for some weasel like Cutshaw to A.J., Elijah and me. It’s her own pride. We wouldn’t do anything. We’ve made enough mistakes of our own.”
“None of you Camerons likes to make mistakes,” Nick said, leaving it at that as he hung up. He wouldn’t lie, but he had no intention of discussing his night with Rose last June with Sean or anyone else.
Nick thought of her alone in her isolated little mountain house. He agreed with A.J. that she wouldn’t stay at the lodge again tonight if she could get out of it. A.J. and Lauren lived on Ridge Road, a few miles from her. She had friends she could call if she wanted company or protection.
Nick grabbed his coat anyway and headed back down to the lobby. The Scrabble players were still in front of the roaring fire. The kid was killing her folks, who seemed surprised she could spell that well. Lively piano music emanated from the bar, laughter from the dining room. Nick could have had a warm, enjoyable evening on his own, but he slipped outside.
His car had cooled off. He’d left his gloves in his room, and the steering wheel was irritatingly cold. He cranked up the heat as he drove along the dark road and turned onto Cameron Mountain Road up to Rose’s house.
There were no other cars in the driveway. He assumed she was still at dinner with her family and parked in front of her garage. She hadn’t left on any outdoor lights.
Nick wasn’t even sure the place had outdoor lights.
As he got out of his car, he noticed the glow of a green tennis ball in a snowbank. Ranger’s doing, undoubtedly. Nick smiled, thinking of Rose out here playing fetch with her golden retriever, and started up the stone steps to the front door, which surely she had locked.
He’d check, anyway.
He heard a sound in the evergreen shrubs by the door and reacted instantly, dropping back down a step, but
