Chapter 25: Too Many Questions

“You’re leaning that way.”
Zach shrugged. “Instincts.”
“Okay.”
Grace put the food in a microwave bowl and set it on its course to reheating. Then she wiped her hands on a towel before setting back on the couch. I got off work about 6 a.m.”
“Did you go home?”
“No, we’d had a tough last call and I was wired. I went to the gym worked out.”
“Anyone see you there?”
“I had to sign in with an electronic card.”
“But you could have left?”
“I guess, yes I could have. But I didn’t.”
“Then what?”
“I called Dolores and she met me at her place. She told me she was taking a half day anyway so she didn’t mind.”
“What time?”
“I’m gonna say ten or so. She may remember.”
“I’ll ask her.”
“No doubt.”
His gaze flicked back to her. She sensed something warm in his look, but he quickly buried it. The microwave dinged.
“Then after Dolores?”
“Shopping. I can show you the receipts.”
He nodded, snapped his book closed then stood. “How about that food.”
She eyed him wondering how he could bounce out of his cop persona so readily. “Food’s done then.”
He smiled. “Good, I’m starved.”
***
Zach dialed Ed Haig as soon as he left Grace’s apartment. “She didn’t do it.”
“Who didn’t do what?”
“Grace Harmony didn’t set that fire.”
“What about the stuff I uncovered in Pennsylvania?”
“I don’t care. She didn’t do it.”
“Okay, but I’m not closing the book on her just because you’re dick is twitching.”
Zach disconnected and let out a loud laugh. Yes his dick was twitching
***
Grace’s cell phone rang waking her out of an amazing dream. About Zach again.
Mark’s slurred speech brought her to full awake. Something was very wrong. Her bones told her. They ached with anticipation and not from her erotic fantasy.
“Mark? Are you drunk?”
What was going on with him? It was as if the world had leaned a little on its axis. Nothing was as it should be. She hated being confused.
“Yes, I’m sitting on the beach, toasted in several ways.”
“What’s wrong?”
She hadn’t known Mark to be a drinker. The occasional beer was the most she’d ever seen him consume. Something awful must have happened to him.
“I love you.,” he said, with finality.
The words hung in her ear like a crouton that was too dry to swallow. This was not a problem she needed right now.
Her eyes fell closed. This was all happening too fast. She knew he felt this way, but why was he calling so soon? “What? Mark, what’s wrong. Tell me.”
“That’s it, Gracie. I love you and always have. I’m trying to prevent a murder, here. I’m so wracked with guilt.”
“Mark, calm down. Who is going to get murdered?”
Not another one. She’d had enough of dead bodies in her 29 years. She couldn’t handle another one.
“Oh, Gracie. You know. You always know. Sometimes before I did.”
“What are you talking about.”
“I wish I didn’t love you. My phone’s dying.”
He severed the connection, leaving Grace with a pounding heart and a confused brain. She punched in his phone number, but his voicemail answered. “Mark, call me when you get this thing charged.”
What could all this mean? Did Mark have something to do with the puzzle of Dolores’ death? She couldn’t figure out how he could. She shook off the eerie chill that had descended on her.
Knowing full well sleep was not going to happen, Grace pulled on bike shorts and a t-shirt to go for a run. When she finished, she walked the last block, her mind still whirling from what Mark said.
“He couldn’t mean Dolores? He doesn’t even know her and why would he kill her?”
She ran a hand over her sweaty face and turned down the driveway, stopping dead for a moment. Someone stood looking up at her apartment. The moonlight illuminated him, but not enough for her to make a description.
Her cell phone came off her belt and she dialed the police, then Zach.
“How’d you get my number?” he said.
Shit. She’d forgotten she didn’t know that yet. “Uh, Dolores gave it to me in case of emergencies. This is one. There’s a guy standing on our driveway.”
“I’ll be right over.”
Grace hid behind a tree across the street but kept eyeing the man. He didn’t move, just stood and stared as if studying the place. What would she have to steal?
A patrol car cruised up the street, no lights or siren, then pulled into Dolores’ driveway. The man stared into the headlights, but didn’t run. Odd.
Grace walked over to the cop. “I’m the one who called.”
“I’m Officer James, Ma’am. You live here?”
“In the apartment above the garage.”
The man strode up the driveway as if he belonged there. Grace resisted the urge to hide behind the cop. She didn’t see a weapon. The cop shined his flashlight on the approaching man.
“Kent, what are you doing here.”
The man looked at his shoes. “I was just leaving Dolores’ house. I was just checking on her tenant.”
“Well, you scared her tenant.”
“Yeah,” she added, but neither men acknowledged her.
Her head spun. This wasn’t how it should work. What had she done differently to make a change in the events? On rubber legs she left the two men talking.
She knew where he lived and drank and would catch up with him later.
Sleep over took her with one thought on her mind. Was Dolores going to be killed sooner?
***
Zach was waiting for Grace when she got out of work. Same stance he’d had before, but about two days earlier than she expected.
He wore khakis and a blue button-down shirt. Wet hair, slicked back form his face, ended in a riot of curls at his neck. Steely eyes stared through her over mirrored sunglasses. With his jaw set, his face looked to have been carved from granite.
She supposed that countenance could intimidate many, but she wasn’t buying. Her lack of sleep and inability to solve this murder took precedence over his ego.
“Howdy.”
His scowl deepened. She found him more attractive when he smiled. Now he was cop-like.
He pushed away from her car. “How’d you get my phone number?”