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CHAPTER ONE
Ardal set up his new laptop on the dining room table and while
Farrell slept we started on the new case.
The first victim or first body found was a tall blonde girl named
Susie Regency. Her body had turned up in a field out near
Lexington, a little town east of Austin. She had been stabbed
repeatedly and left in a roadside ditch to die.
I called my dog, Pete, into the dining room to listen to the
interview because he was my trusted assistant when I worked tough
cases.
The spirit of my dead husband, Sonny Hart, lived in the huge part-
Mastiff and it was not so convenient for either one of us. At first
Sonny had complained loudly and frequently about living inside the
dog, but it was the only alternative to staying in his grave deep in the
Everglades on Seminole land.
An unhappy compromise that had become the norm. Over time,
we became used to communicating through the dog, accepted it and
although it had seemed strange at first Sonny had reluctantly settled
into being a dog called Pete.
Time to get to work.
I opened the file and started. The lead detective on Susie
Regency’s case was Jason Gould, a homicide detective with Austin
PD. He had conducted all of the interviews on the case himself.
The first person Detective Gould talked to was Susie’s ex-
boyfriend, Trent Barstow. They had broken up the week before she
was murdered and he was devasted. It seemed he hadn’t accepted
the break-up and was hoping their disagreement would pass and
they would get back together.
I began reading the interview to Ardal and Pete.
Det. Gould: “Tell me about last night. Where were you between
the hours of eleven-thirty and four a.m.?”
Barstow: “I was home by eleven from the sports bar where I
watched the soccer playoffs with a bunch of guys from work. My
mom was making tea when I got home and I sat in the kitchen
talking to her for a few minutes before going up to bed.”
Det. Gould: “Your mother is your alibi?”
Barstow: “And why would I need an alibi? I certainly didn’t kill the
woman I love. I hadn’t given up on us getting back together, and I
would never hurt Susie. She meant too much to me.”
Det. Gould: “What was the reason you broke up? Do you want to
share that with me?”
Barstow: “No. Not really. The reasons were personal and I don’t
want to talk about them with a stranger.”
Det. Gould” “Okay, for now let’s put your personal reasons aside
and you tell me who Susie was seeing.”
Barstow: “Was she seeing someone new? If she was, she sure
didn’t call me up and tell me about it. Why don’t you ask her
roommate? She would know more than me.”
Det. Gould: “I’ll do that.”
I stopped reading and said to Pete, “That interview was with the
ex-boyfriend. What do you think, sugar?”
Pete’s voice came out growly and sometimes he was not easy to
understand. I was used to the way he sounded and had no trouble
communicating with him. “Don’t like him much, but we need a lot
more info, Gilly. The ex-boyfriend isn’t connected to the murder in
any way or they would have arrested him.”
“And they didn’t.” I turned to my brother, “Ardal, anything so far?”
“Nothing yet. Who does the detective talk to next?”
“The roommate, Barbie Hutton,” I said. “Are you ready to listen?”
Pete repositioned his big head on my knee and growled that he
was ready for the next interview.
Det. Gould: “Miss Hutton, I’m so sorry for your loss, but I need to
ask you some questions about Susie. You probably want us to find
her killer as much as we do, and I’m sure you can help us do that.”
Hutton: “How can I help, Detective?”
Det. Gould: “If you could recall the past couple of weeks and just
go over in your mind anything that Susie might have said about a
person or persons you weren’t familiar with, or anyone who was
giving her any kind of stress. That would be helpful to me.”
Hutton: “The week before her break up with Trent she was
stressed. She wanted to end it with him but didn’t know how he’d
take it. She told me he was great most of the time but he did have a
jealous streak and he had twisted her arm once or twice when she’d
spoken to other men in a bar or a restaurant.”
Det. Gould: “He got rough with her a couple of times. Was that the
main reason Susie wanted to break off the relationship with Trent?
Did she share any details with you?”
Hutton: “Susie met someone else recently by chance and she
wanted to get to know him a little better. She was attracted to a guy
and she felt the relationship with Trent wasn’t going any further. She
didn’t want to spend her life with Trent. She’d already decided that.”
Det. Gould: “Okay. Fair enough. Susie had met another man she
liked. Where did she meet this new person?”
Hutton: “There was a function at the ReMax office where Susie
worked as a receptionist. It was someone’s birthday—one of the
female agents—and the rest of the girls got together and hired a
male stripper for fun. That’s when she met Johnny Rocket a few
weeks ago. They went out a couple times after that and she got to
know him a little. He was an engineering student at U of Texas and
he worked for Party Favors to help pay his way through university.”
Det. Gould: “I see. Would you happen to have an address for this
Johnny Rocket?”
Hutton: “No, I’m sorry. I don’t have his address.”
Det. Gould: “Do you think Trent Barstow knew about Susie’s new
interest in the stripper?”
Hutton: “He wasn’t a stripper.”
Det. Gould: “Sorry, I didn’t mean the question to sound demeaning
in any way.”
Hutton: “You did make it sound exactly that way and it was rude.”
Det. Gould: “I believe I apologized. Please continue.”
Hutton: “He was an engineering student who entertained people
to earn his way through his courses. Susie admired him for how hard
he worked.”
Det. Gould: “I’d like to talk to Johnny.”
Hutton: “You should. He might be able to tell you something
important that I don’t know about.”
I stopped reading and looked at Ardal. “What do you think of that
development, sugar?”
“Did the detective locate Johnny Rocket and interview him?”
asked Ardal. “He should have.”
“Let me look through the interviews,” I said. “I hope they found
him and talked to him. It would have been negligent police work if
they didn’t.”
“I’m going to get more coffee while you look,” said Ardal. “Can I
get you a refill?”
I handed him my mug. “Sure, thanks honey.” While Ardal was
gone to the kitchen, I searched for an interview with a guy named
Johnny Rocket and couldn’t find one. He could have used a stage
name for his stripping career. I know I would.
Ardal brought the coffee back. “Find him?”
“Nope. We might have to go to Party Favors or to the U and
search for Johnny’s real name through the engineering students.”
“Wouldn’t Susie have his number in her cell?” asked Ardal.
“I’m sure Austin PD forensics would have gone over her phone
and her laptop—if she had one—very carefully.”
“Yeah, I guess,” said Ardal. “But if the case isn’t solved, they must
have missed something.”
I picked up my phone and found a number for Party Favors. A
young woman answered on the first ring.
“Party Favors, how can I help you?”
“This is Ranger Gillette Hart calling, Miss. I’m looking for one of
your employees who goes by the name of Johnny Rocket.”
“Has Johnny done something illegal?”
“I can’t discuss that with you, Miss. Could you give me Johnny’s
address and phone number please?”
“I’m not allowed to give out that information. Company policy.
Sorry.”
“Employee records are not privacy protected. I’ll come to your
office if I have to and you may be charged with obstruction of an
investigation.”
“How do I know you’re a real cop. This could be one of those
scams.”
I recited my badge number to the girl. “Call Ranger headquarters
at this number and verify my ID. Then send me Mister Rocket’s
name and address. I need it now.”
“Okay, I’ll send it right after I make sure who you are. Give me
your email address.”
Moonbeam called us for lunch and we put work on hold for half an
hour. She made the macaroni casserole that Ardal loved. That made
him smile.
Elgin Woods.
Right after lunch, Ardal saddled Mirabelle and headed north of town
where the riding trails started. His heart pounding in his chest, he
entered the forest with a sense of trepidation. There was no possible
way he could ever forget what had happened to Jaden in these
woods.
The sight of her body torn to pieces by the wolf pack was etched
in his brain for the rest of his days. If he lived to be a hundred, he’d
never forget that sight.
He hadn’t had any of his Oracle dreams about Rowan since he
and Gilly had returned from West Virginia. Fine with him. He worried
enough about Rowan without nightmares scaring the shit out of him.
Ardal didn’t welcome the visions, but they were a gift from the
gods according to Gillette and the power that came with the gift
would never leave him. He had to learn how to manage what was
given to him by a higher power. He was a long way from that point.
Ardal had very little control over anything in his life at the moment.
He craved a steadying influence and needed to stick close to his
sister, Gillette.
When he rode across the stream and the path divided into east
and west trails, Mirabelle nickered.
“We’re not going near the wolf den,” said Ardal. “A quick ride
through the forest looking for Rowan and then we’re going home.”
The forest was silent. Afternoon sun filtered down through the
budding green leaves and made filigreed patterns in the thick bed of
pine needles on the forest floor.
The woods were magical in the daylight hours. Not so after dark.
When night fell and the wolves came out to hunt for food, no one
was safe.
Today there were no wolves. No Rowan.
Why did you think she’d be here?
To avoid losing his mind completely, Ardal turned Mirabelle for
home and rode like the wind.
Rosedale. Austin.
Farrell rang the doorbell of an apartment in a house that had been
divided into four separate units and rented to students attending the
University of Texas.
A tall blonde girl opened the door and smiled at us and especially
at Farrell holding up his badge. “Police. What’s up?”
“We’d like to speak to Johnathan Sharp,” I said. “Is he here?”
“Uh huh. Johnny is here. Come on in.” She showed us into a
small sitting room just inside the door. “Have a seat. I’ll get him.
We’re just finishing dinner.”
“Finish your dinner if you like,” I said. “We can wait.”
The two of them appeared a few minutes later and sat down on
the sofa. Johnny was a hunk and a looker—definitely the makings of
a Chippendale. Tanned with medium length blond hair. Yep, a chick
magnet without any effort at all.
With a big dazzling smile, Johnathan Sharp extended a hand first
to me, “John Sharp. I didn’t catch your name.”
“Ranger Hart.” I shook his hand and gave him a smile and he
moved on to Farrell.
“Ranger Donovan, Mister Sharp. Just a few questions about Susie
Regency if you don’t mind.”
“Who?” He laughed. “I don’t know the name. I meet so many
people on campus, I can’t possibly remember them all.”
Lying.
The tall blonde came into the room and sat down next to Johnny-
boy.
“And this is?” I said.
“This is my wife, Erica.”
“Lovely to meet you, Erica,” I said. “Are you a student also?”
He can’t talk about Susie in front of his wife.
“No, I’m working so we can afford for John to finish school and get
his degree in engineering.”
Farrell got the picture and blabbed out an excuse for us to take
our leave.
Johnny-boy saw us to the door and I gave him my card. “Call me
with a time tomorrow that you can meet me at Ranger Headquarters.
If you don’t come in voluntarily, I’ll have to ask you a lot of
uncomfortable questions in front of your wife.”
“I understand, Ranger Hart.” He fingered the card and didn’t make
eye contact with me. “I’ll call later with a time after I look at my class
schedule.”
“Thanks. Looking forward to it.”
CHAPTER TWO
I left John Sharp in the hands of one of the Rangers after I booked
him, saying I’d get back to him later. A quick chat with his wife, Erica,
and I would leave the case in Farrell’s capable hands. He’d have all
the information I had up to that point.
There were more pressing matters in NOLA and I had no choice
but to leave.
On the way to see Mrs. Sharp—or not so—I called Misty for
guidance. She wanted me to deal with Rufin’s problem and I couldn’t
refuse, no matter how much I wanted to stay home. I owed her so
much on a personal level.
She seemed pleased to hear from me. “Stay at my house. You
know where the key is. When can you leave?”
“Soon. I’m just finishing up a couple of things that I’ll be entrusting
to Farrell, then I’ll leave.”
“Good,” said Misty. “I’m afraid Rufin is in deep trouble and he
needs us.”
“I hope I can help him when I get to New Orleans.”
“Of course you can help him Amethyst. You are highly skilled.”
I hope you’re right, Misty.
Sony. Austin.
Erica Sharp worked in the accounting department at Sony. I dropped
by, displayed my badge, and asked at reception to speak to Mrs.
Sharp for a moment.
Met with several questioning looks, the receptionist made a
couple of quick calls and Erica Sharp appeared in front of me.
She took me to the side out of earshot of the teen-queen
receptionist and snarked at me. “What do you want? Why are you
harassing John and me? I’m thinking of calling the Mayor.”
“Call the Mayor. Call the Pope. Call Oprah if you want to. It won’t
help Johnny Rocket.”
“Who’s that?”
“That’s your husband’s name when he works his night job as a
male stripper.”
Erica laughed. “That’s bullshit.”
“Call his employer and check it out.” I handed her one of Johnny’s
cards. “He must have these hidden somewhere at your place.”
“If John worked a job like that, I’d know about it. We have no
secrets. He works at the package store on Seventh.”
“Uh huh,” I said. “There’s something else.”
“Go ahead and tell me another lie. I’m meeting John for lunch and
he’s going to get a big laugh out of you and your lies.”
“John won’t be making your lunch date,” I said.
“Why not? His class will be over by then.”
“John isn’t in class this morning. He’s in the lockup at Ranger
Headquarters.”
“What? Are you people crazy? What’s he charged with?”
“First degree murder. Two counts.”
“I’m going to the police station right now.”
I gave her a smile. “Why don’t you do that?”
Erica Sharp ran back into her office and I left for home. Ardal was
waiting in the truck and I had packing to do.
When the parsley has been prepared as for crisping, and is quite
dry, throw it into plenty of lard or butter, which is on the point of
boiling; take it up with a skimmer the instant it is crisp, and drain it on
a cloth spread upon a sieve reversed, and placed before the fire.
MILD MUSTARD.
Cut thick slices from the middle of a loaf of light stale bread, pare
the crust entirely from them, and dry them gradually in a cool oven
until they are crisp quite through; let them become cold, then roll or
beat them into fine crumbs, and keep them in a dry place for use. To
strew over hams or cheeks of bacon, the bread should be left all
night in the oven, which should be sufficiently heated to brown, as
well as to harden it: it ought indeed to be entirely converted into
equally-coloured crust. It may be sifted through a dredging-box on to
the hams after it has been reduced almost to powder.
BROWNED FLOUR FOR THICKENING SOUPS AND GRAVIES.
Grate lightly into very fine crumbs four ounces of stale bread, and
shake them through a cullender;[59] without rubbing or touching
them with the hands. Dissolve two ounces of fresh butter in a frying-
pan, throw in the crumbs, and stir them constantly over a moderate
fire, until they are all of a clear golden colour; lift them out with a
skimmer, spread them on a soft cloth, or upon white blotting paper,
laid upon a sieve reversed, and dry them before the fire. They may
be more delicately prepared by browning them in a gentle oven
without the addition of butter.
59. This is not necessary when they are lightly and finely grated of uniform size.
Bread, 4 oz.; butter, 2 oz.
FRIED BREAD FOR GARNISHING.
Persons with whom the mint in substance disagrees can have the
flavour of the herb without it, by mixing the ingredients of either of
the preceding receipts, and straining the sauce after it has stood for
two or three hours; the mint should be well pressed when this is
done. The flavour will be the more readily extracted if the mint and
sugar are well mixed, and left for a time before the vinegar is added.
FINE HORSERADISH SAUCE.
Work well together until they are perfectly blended, two or three
ounces of good butter, some pepper, salt, minced parsley, and the
strained juice of a sound lemon of moderate size. The sauce thus
prepared is often put into broiled fish; and laid in the dish under
broiled kidneys, beef-steaks, and other meat.
For 2 oz. butter, 1 heaped teaspoonful young minced parsley; juice
of 1 lemon; 1 small saltspoonful salt; seasoning of white pepper.
Obs.—The proportion of parsley may be doubled when a larger
quantity is liked: a little fine cayenne would often be preferred to the
pepper.
COLD DUTCH OR AMERICAN SAUCE, FOR SALADS OF
DRESSED VEGETABLES, SALT FISH, OR HARD EGGS.