He turned off the set. “Wanna go back to bed?”
“I want to go back home.”
“I want you to go back home, too.”
Slowly, she turned to face him. She let her back rest against the arm of the couch. “Let me be the one to do it,” she suggested. “He’ll talk to me before he talks to you.”
Ethan. She could read his mind so well sometimes it scared him. “I’m not letting my wife go to a prison.”
“‘Your wife,’” she echoed, eyebrow raised. “Am I your property?”
She didn’t want him to answer that. Yes, she was his property. Every part of her belonged to him.
Jeffrey put her feet in his lap and started to rub them. “You don’t know what prisons are like, Sara—the filth, the level of violence.”
“You think I’ll set off a riot?” She laughed at the idea, but Jeffrey knew better.
He told her, “You take your life into your own hands every time you go inside. The guards only run the place because the inmates let them. That can turn on a dime, especially when there’s something they want. Anything can happen, especially with a thug like Ethan who has nothing to lose.”
“He’s got plenty to lose,” she countered. “He only has nine more years on his sentence. He’s up for parole every two years. There’s always the possibility he could con someone on the board and get out early. He’s not going to ruin his chance in front of the parole board just to get to me.”
“It’s not you he wants to get to,” Jeffrey reminded her.
They both knew he might as well have painted a target on his back that day he took Ethan to prison. She pressed her lips together, then said quietly, “Please don’t go.”
“I won’t go if you promise me you’ll go back to Grant County today.”
She raised her eyebrow again. “And when I call tonight and you tell me that you lied to me and that you’ve been to the prison—what then?”
He traced his fingers down the arch of her foot.
She kept her tone calm, reasonable. “I told you that I would support you, but this is crazy. You don’t even know that Ethan is linked to anything that’s happening to Lena. She gave a very plausible reason for her visit.”
“There are too many coincidences,” he told her, wondering why she wasn’t yelling at him. He knew how to ignore Sara’s temper, but he’d never been able to tune her out when she was being logical. “I have to find out for myself.”
“I understand,” she said. “But, do you really think Ethan Green is going to sit down and spill his heart out to you? If he knows why Lena is in trouble, do you think he’s going to tell you anything?” Now, she sounded as if she was pleading with him. “He hates your guts, Jeffrey. He’d just as soon kill you as look at you, and you told me not two minutes ago how violent prisons are. The guards don’t control the inmates. What happens if one of them decides to look the other way while you’re walking down a corridor? What happens if Ethan has a weapon on him and decides to do it himself?”
“Baby, I hate to say this as a defense, but if Ethan Green wanted me dead, I would already be in the ground.” Tears welled into her eyes. He continued, “Lena isn’t talking. I’ve got to get answers from somewhere.”
“And you think Ethan Green’s just going to offer up answers on a silver platter? Now who’s being naïve?” Sara sat up and took his hand. “Please don’t go.”
Jeffrey looked at his hand in hers. Though Sara hadn’t been in the operating room in years, she still had the hands of a surgeon. Her fingers were long and delicate, but there was something strong about them, too. If anyone came into their hotel room right then and asked Jeffrey to describe all the important things about Sara, he would’ve started with her hands.
He said, “I won’t take you with me to the prison.”
“So, you’re just going to leave me here?”
“I’ll drop you by the hospital,” he told her. “I know you want to check on Hank. I can swing back by after I see Ethan and pick you up. Okay?”
Sara refused to look at him.
His cell phone started to vibrate, jumping across the coffee table. Jeffrey jumped, too, snatching up the phone, checking the number.
He answered, saying, “Tolliver.”
“It’s Jake,” Valentine said. “Lena’s here. She just turned herself in.”
CHAPTER 24
SARA SPENT MOST OF THE DRIVE back to Reese on the phone, trying to locate Hank Norton. As promised, first thing that morning, the Elawah County hospital had arranged for Hank’s transfer to a larger facility. The only problem was, no one knew which facility. Sara had tried every hospital she could think of in the area. Finally, she’d managed to get an actual person on the line at St. Ignatius, a regional hospital about an hour’s drive away, almost in the exact opposite direction of Coastal State Prison. An ICU nurse was giving Sara the lowdown on Hank’s condition when Jeffrey pulled up in front of the jail.
“Thank you,” Sara told the nurse. She disconnected the line, holding the phone to her chest. “He’s stabilizing.”
Jeffrey parked the car. “That’s good, right?”
Sara nodded, though she wasn’t so sure. As a doctor, she understood that a patient’s recovery wasn’t just down to good medicine. Family support could often energize a patient, even give them a reason to live. Hank Norton was at a crucial point right now. If he thought he was alone, if Lena didn’t do her part to take care of her uncle, then he might very well give up the fight.
Jeffrey got out of the car and walked around to open Sara’s door. She gave him a tight smile as she stood, but didn’t let go of his hand as they walked toward the basement, where the jail was housed.
The entire trip down, she could tell that he wanted to talk to her, just as she could tell this desire came from guilt rather than a need for her to understand. For Sara’s part, she didn’t want to hear the excuses. Jeffrey had made up his mind that he was going to Coastal State Prison the minute he’d seen the telephone number charged to Lena’s motel room. Anything he said now was just a backpedaling attempt to put a better face on the decision. Sara felt she had to support his choice, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to act happy about it.
She told him, “The hospital is an hour out of your way.”
Jeffrey opened the glass entrance door for her. “I know.”
Don Cook was at the front desk, but unlike the first time Jeffrey had seen him, he wasn’t playing the part of the relaxed old man. The deputy was sitting straight up in his chair, arms crossed, obviously furious.
Jeffrey gave him a cheery smile. “We’re here to see Lena Adams.”
“I know what you’re here for,” Cook barked.
There were footsteps on the stairs. Jake Valentine rounded the landing, stopping when he saw Jeffrey and Sara. He was dressed in his uniform again, his gun belt tight around his waist, his hat planted squarely on his head. Sara had expected the sheriff to look pleased with himself to have his prisoner back in custody, but he looked pissed as hell.
“Ma’am.” He tipped his hat to Sara, then told Jeffrey, “She’s being processed out.”
Sara and Jeffrey both exclaimed, “What?”
Valentine narrowed his eyes, as if he didn’t quite buy their reaction. “Her fancy lawyer got the judge to let her out. She’s free to go until her court date on the escape charge.” He instructed his deputy, “Don, you mind going to fetch her?”
Cook took his time standing, making sure everyone in the room knew he was not happy with the latest developments before he left by the steel door leading to the cells.
As soon as the man was gone, Jeffrey asked, “What happened, Jake?”
“She wasn’t locked down ten minutes before the judge gives me a call, asks me to go over the warrant with him. Again.” Valentine paused as if he needed to check his temper. “He dismissed all the original charges and chewed my ass out in the process. I had to beg him to bench-warrant the escape. If I hadn’t spent so much money looking for her, he wou
ld’ve probably let that one drop, too.” He rested his hand on the butt of his gun. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?”
Jeffrey answered, “I’m as clueless as you are.”
Valentine walked over to the front door and looked out into the parking lot. A light mist had started to fall. He glanced back at Jeffrey and Sara, then returned his attention to the BMW. “That fancy car must’ve set you back a pretty penny.”
Sara felt herself bristle. Jeffrey told the man, “Doctors make a lot of money.”
“That they do,” Valentine agreed. He kept his back to them, and Sara was reminded of the sudden punch the sheriff had thrown at Jeffrey that first night outside the hospital. Jeffrey must have been thinking about this, too, because he stood in front of Sara.
“Why’d you let the judge release her?” he asked Valentine. “You could’ve fought the judge. You could’ve gone over his head, called in the GBI.”
“Believe me, all those things occurred to me.” Valentine turned around. “Then, I got a message.”
“What message?”
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper.
Jeffrey took the note, unfolded it. Over his shoulder, Sara saw there was one sentence across the page in block print: DROP IT OR YOU WILL DIE.
Valentine took back the note, folded it. “No question about what I’ve gotta do. I’m not gonna end up like Al Pfeiffer, shitting in my Depends every time there’s a knock on the door.”
Jeffrey sounded as shocked as Sara felt. “You’re just going to drop it? You’re gonna let these guys get away with this? Two people are dead, Jake. Charlotte Gibson was a teacher at Myra’s school.”
“You’re one to give me a lecture, considering your star detective is being represented by one of the biggest drug lawyers in the tri-county area.” He shook his head, disgusted. “Looks like I called it right the first time we met, don’t it?” He took a few steps forward, closing the gap between him and Jeffrey. “In case you’re wondering, I’m questioning your integrity, hoss. You wanna go ahead and beat me to the ground now or do you wanna wait until I turn my back?”
Jeffrey ignored the challenge. “It’s time to stop playing around, Jake. You need to call in the GBI.”
“I did,” he volunteered. “We’ll call it my last official duty as sheriff.”
“Wait a minute,” Jeffrey said. “You resigned?”
Valentine nodded. “Next-to-last official duty, I guess. Last one was letting your detective go, and I suggest you get her out of town as soon as possible and forget you ever knew this place.” He looked over Jeffrey’s shoulder. “Speak of the devil.”
Lena stood in the open doorway, Cook scowling behind her. Dark bruises patterned her face. Her eyes were bloodshot, but her fury was evident when she saw Jeffrey and Sara. “What are they doing here?”
Jeffrey ignored her. He told Valentine, “Let’s step outside a minute and finish this conversation.”
“My pleasure.” The sheriff pushed open the door with a flourish.
Sara watched them through the glass door. The mist had turned into a spitting rain, but neither man seemed to care. Jeffrey stood on the curb while Valentine walked into the lot for yet another look at Sara’s car. She felt shame mixing with anger that he was so focused on the damn thing. If the sheriff thought Jeffrey was on the take, he was more than welcome to look at their tax returns.
Behind her, the steel door slammed closed. Don Cook had made his exit. Lena and Sara were alone. Immediately, the walls felt as if they were closing in.
Lena’s tone was clipped, cutting. “You need to get Jeffrey out of here right now.”
“That’s not going to be a problem,” Sara returned, watching her stubborn husband standing out in the rain. “Jeffrey’s going to see Ethan.”
“You can’t let him do that.”
Sara laughed, incredulous. “I don’t know if you remember your little tirade in the hospital a few days ago, Lena, but the best way to get Jeffrey to do something is to tell him not to do it. It helps if you make threats.”
Lena muttered something under her breath.
Sara heard plenty, but still, she demanded, “What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“If you’re going to try to mumble, you shouldn’t do it so clearly.”
Lena walked toward her, stopping a few feet away. “I said he’s so pussy whipped he can’t see straight,” she repeated. “You need to get him the fuck out of here. Now.”
“How do you propose I do that?”
“Just tell him that he has to leave.”
Sara shook her head. “God, you’re so stupid about people.”
“You think insulting me is gonna fix this?”
“Fix what?” Sara demanded. “Fix the woman who was burned alive? Fix the man who was stabbed in the back? Fix the fact that your uncle is at death’s door?”
Lena pressed her lips together, stared all her hate into Sara.
“Save the theatrics. I get that same look at the clinic every time I give a toddler a shot.” Sara put her hands on her hips. “Tell me, Lena, was Charlotte Gibson your friend?”
Lena kept glaring, but Sara could see the other woman’s resolve was breaking.
“Was she?”
“Yes,” she finally answered.
“If she was your friend, then I fear for your enemies.”
Lena finally looked away, her tone softening. “I’m trying to protect both of you. I need a day—just a day. Take me at my word and get out of town.”
“You’ve dragged us down here and gotten us mixed up in this…this…shit—for lack of a better word—and you think that a simple, ‘because I said so,’ is going to end it?” Sara looked back at the parking lot, saw that Valentine and Jeffrey were walking toward the door. “Is Ethan mixed up in any of this?”
Lena stared at Sara as if trying to divine the best response to get her way.
“Quickly,” Sara snapped. Valentine was a few feet from the glass door, Jeffrey behind him. “Is Ethan involved in this?”
“I don’t know.” Lena shook her head and shrugged at the same time. “Probably not. I don’t know.”
“What will happen if Jeffrey goes to see him? What will change? Will it make anything better or worse?”
“I don’t—”
Valentine opened the door. Jeffrey followed him inside.
Lena didn’t waste her time. She told Jeffrey, “Stay away from Ethan.”
He looked at Sara first, as if trying to decide which team she was on. Sara copied Lena’s earlier gesture, shaking her head and shrugging. Maybe Lena wasn’t so stupid about people after all. Of course, Sara had basically drawn her a map: the best way to make Jeffrey do something was to tell him not to do it. If Lena wanted him out of town so badly, the trip to Coastal State Prison would eat up the entire day.
Lena told him, “Ethan has nothing to do with any of this.”
He gave her that cocky smile that Sara despised. “That so?”
“I’m taking care of things,” Lena told him. “Just leave, Jeffrey. This is none of your business.”
He was still smiling, but his tone was a warning. “Are you my boss now, Lena? Is that how it works when you’ve got a big-gun drug lawyer pulling your strings?”
Lena looked at the floor. Sara tried to change Jeffrey’s focus, asking the sheriff, “Is Lena’s car still at the impound lot?”
Valentine nodded.
“Do you mind driving us there to pick it up?”
Valentine was obviously surprised by the request. “I was…uh…”
Lena interrupted, “I left Hank’s car at his house this morning. We can take that. It’s closer.”
Sara didn’t wait for Valentine to come up with an excuse. She told Jeffrey, “Lena and I will take Hank’s car to the hospital. You can pick me up there when you’re finished.”
Jeffrey’s jaw worked. He nodded toward the door and Sara followed him outside. The mist was back, lending a solemn mood
. Silently, he walked to the car. Her cell phone was in the glove box. He powered it on, staring at the screen as he told her, “It’ll take me a few hours to get there, probably another hour to fill out all the paperwork.” He handed her the phone. “I’ll call you when I’m on my way back, all right?”
Jeffrey wasn’t one for public displays, but he kissed her cheek, then her mouth. She grabbed him by his collar, pressed her face in his neck.
He said, “I don’t know what’s going on between you and Lena, but promise me that y’all are going straight to the hospital.” She nodded, but that wasn’t enough. He tilted her face up to his. “You’re going to be the mother of my child, Sara. Promise me that you’re going to keep yourself safe.”
“I promise,” she told him. “We’ll go straight to the hospital. I’ll be there until you come to get me.”
He kissed her again before letting go. “It’s going to be fine, okay?” He walked around to the driver’s side of the car. “I’ll see you in a few hours. We’ll be home tonight.”
Sara watched him get into the car, remembering that morning six months ago when he’d left her standing in her parents’ driveway. Lena had called minutes earlier and he was off to arrest Ethan Green on a gun violation. Now, standing outside the jail, Sara felt the same dread welling inside of her—the same uncontrollable fear that hovered like a dark shadow over her heart every time she found herself thinking about the misery of her life without Jeffrey.
As he reversed into the street, Sara prayed to God that this time would have the same ending. That tonight—just like that night—she would curl up in bed beside him and listen to the steady cadence of his breath as he fell asleep.
SARA AND LENA RODE in the back of Jake Valentine’s squad car. He had offered the front seat, but Lena had said no and frankly, Sara did not want to sit by the man. What little respect she’d had for Valentine in the beginning was more than cancelled out by his relinquishing his badge over the threatening letter. The irony was not lost on Sara that, had she been in Myra Valentine’s shoes, she would have begged her husband to quit. Sara wondered if there would ever come a day when she would not worry about the fact that Jeffrey was good at his job.