safe. Secure.
She had always been the square peg. She hadn't realized it until now, but Hunter had been, too.
Lightning flashed, thunder shook the sky and the rain came down in blinding sheets. Avery turned her thoughts to Matt and Buddy at Tiller's Pond, arranging to have the vehicle hauled out. Standing in the rain, drenched and chilled. And she wondered if Hunter had made it home before the rain had come. He had eschewed Sam's offer of a ride in favor of completing his run.
She recalled Matt's comment to Hunter about being in the thick of everything of late. He'd been making reference to Hunter's having found Elaine St. Claire, now this car. His tone had been adversarial. Confrontational. To Hunter's credit, he hadn't taken the bait.
Matt had hardly looked at her, she realized. Neither had Buddy. Matt hadn't directed but one of the questions her way. His only comment to her had been about the approaching storm.
She glanced down at herself. The wet, white cotton was nearly transparent, her lilac-colored bra clearly visible. Her cheeks warmed. Great, Chauvin. Very classy.
She stood, took one last look at the rain and headed inside to change. The phone was ringing; she grabbed it.
She knew a split second before the woman spoke that it was her-the one who had called before. The heavy moment of silence when she picked up the phone tipped her off. She didn't give the woman a chance to speak. 'Who are you? What do you want?'
'Damn you to hell,' the woman said, laughing thickly, the sound mean. 'Your father's already there.'
'My father was a good man. He-'
'Was a liar and murderer. He got what he deserved.'
'How dare you,' Avery snapped, so angry she shook. 'My father was a saint. He-'
The woman began to laugh, a witch's cackle. Pure evil.
With a cry, Avery slammed down the receiver. Without missing a beat, she picked it back up and punched in the Stevenses home phone. Cherry answered.
'Cherry,' she said, 'is Buddy there?'
'Avery? Are you all right?'
'Yes…I-' She sucked in a deep, calming breath, the woman's awful laugh, her words, still ringing in her ears. 'Is he there?'
'No. He and Matt are out at Tiller's Pond. Do you need me to beep him?'
'No, it's not urgent. It's just…could you have him ring me when he gets in? It's important.'
Cherry called Matt instead, Avery realized several hours later. He stood at her door, expression concerned. 'What's wrong?'
'Cherry told you I called.'
'She said you were upset.'
Avery made a sound of embarrassment. In the hours that had passed, she'd put the incident into perspective. 'I overreacted about something.' She pushed open the door. 'Come in.'
He stepped inside. He'd changed out of his uniform and wore a pair of old, soft blue jeans and a white golf shirt. His arms and neck looked tan against the startling white.
He met her eyes. 'What's up?'
'Did my father have any enemies?'
The question surprised him, she saw. 'Enemies? Not that I know of. Why?'
'I've gotten a couple of unsettling anonymous calls. I got one this afternoon and it…I got upset. I called Buddy.'
'The calls, were they from a woman or a man?'
'A woman.'
'The nature of the calls?'
'Ugly.' She folded her arms across her chest, then dropped them to her sides again. 'The first time she called, she said that Dad had…gotten what he deserved. And that I would, too. This time she called him a-' she had to force the words out'-a murderer. And a liar.'
'And you have no idea who the woman is?'
'No. None.'
'You try *69?'
'Tried it. Dad didn't subscribe.'
'You might want to add it or caller ID. Just in case she calls again.'
Avery nodded. 'I will.'
He searched her expression. 'She's just a crank, Avery. You know that, right?' When she hesitated, he shook his head. 'We're talking about the doc here. Nobody had a higher moral character than your dad. I believe that. Black and white, no moral gray area.' 'I know. But-' She clasped her hands in front of her. 'I keep coming back to what she said, that he got what he deserved. Like maybe, he didn't kill himself. Like maybe somebody helped him out.'
For a long moment, he said nothing. 'You mean, somebody killed him?'
She met his gaze evenly. 'Yes.'
'Who would hurt your dad?' he asked.
'Someone who thought him a liar and murderer.'
He caught her hands, rubbed them between his. She hadn't realized until that moment how cold they had been. 'The CSPD did a thorough job. Dr. Harris is a crackerjack coroner who doesn't let anything slip by him. I reviewed everything as well, Avery.' He gentled his tone. 'I didn't want to believe it either.'
Avery couldn't bring herself to look at him. He squeezed her fingers. 'This caller is a mentally disturbed person. Or someone with an ax to grind, maybe with Buddy. Maybe someone trying to cause trouble through you. Why don't you take a look at Dad's report. It'll put your mind at rest.'
'You don't think Buddy would mind?'
'No way.' He smiled. 'When it comes to you, Avery, Dad'll do anything.'
She changed the subject. 'How'd it go at the pond?'
He slid his hands into his front pockets. 'Figured you might want an update.'
'Car belonged to that guy who went missing, didn't it? The one you and Buddy were talking about the other day? The one reported missing by his girlfriend.'
'Yup, sure did. His name was Luke McDougal.'
'Was? He's dead?'
'Don't know. The vehicle's been hauled out. It's empty. Cell phone's in the car. Evidence team has it.' He glanced at his watch. 'The property's being searched, the pond dredged.'
Avery shivered and rubbed her arms. 'When will that be done?'
'The rain's slowed us down. Not until tomorrow, I suspect.' He met her eyes, expression grim. 'I need to ask you something, Avery. What were you and Hunter doing at Tiller's Pond?'
'I went to see him. He was going for a run. I joined him.' She lifted a shoulder. 'Ended up there.'
He looked away, dragging a hand through his hair, swearing softly.
'What is it, Matt?'
He returned his gaze to hers. 'I'm wondering why you went to see him in the first place.'
'He and I were friends, I guess I still think of him that way. Does it matter?'
She saw by his expression that it did matter to him. It mattered a lot. She let out a pent-up breath. 'I wanted to find out more about the St. Claire murder. Since he had been at the scene, I figured he could tell me what I needed to know.'
'You could have come to me. I would have answered your questions.'
'Matt,' she chided, 'I'm a journalist. I'm experienced enough to know what the police will, or will not, share.'
He tipped his face toward the ceiling, the picture of frustration. 'Help me out here, Avery. I feel like a jerk.'
She smiled. 'You're jealous?'
'Don't laugh.' He glowered good-naturedly at her. 'Hell, yes, I'm jealous. I know the kind of things that went on
