Cold Blooded (37 page)

"Oh, it's a stupid idea, I suppose." "No, it shows you care." He smiled.

"I just don't want this to blow up in your face. She might think you're overstepping your bounds, that she's being bullied or ganged up on, as

if this was some kind of intervention."

Sighing, Olivia tapped her fingers on the arm of the chair.
"Maybe we could be more subtle." She glanced up at him and he saw the

gleam in her tawny eyes, knew the gears in her mind were turning. "Maybe you could just come to the house. Fora visit." "I suppose," he drawled, not certain he liked the way this sounded. It

was too much like a preteen plot to suit his tastes.

"Then if she wants to talk, fine, and if she doesn't, well, we haven't offended her and I promise I won't push it." "That would work." He was relieved. "But if Sarah prefers not to seek

counsel, then we would have to accept that."
"Meaning / would have to accept it."
He nodded. "Could you?"
"No problem. I just want to give her the opportunity."
Olivia grinned, seeming to like the path her thoughts were taking.
"When?" he asked, checking the open calendar on his desk.
"How about for the holiday? I mean, unless you've got other plans which

you probably do, would you ... " She paused, seemed a bit embarrassed, then said quickly,' ' Mcclaren, would you like to join Sarah and me for Thanksgiving dinner?"

He hesitated, then looked her squarely in the eye. This was dangerous. He could feel the heat building between them, but he couldn't resist. "I'd love it," he said and, unfortunately, he meant it. Far more than he

should have.
"... so I just don't get it," Jay whined and Kristi, sitting on the edge
of the bed cringed as she held the phone to her ear. "Why won't you have
dinner with my family?"

"Because my dad's alone." "I thought you weren't getting along with
him," Jay grumbled.
"I wasn't. But I'm trying."
"I guess that's cool. But you still could come over. We need to hook up.
It's been a long time."
Tell him. Break up with him now.
"I miss you."
"Jay, I--"
"And I love you, baby."
Oh, God, she felt like a heel, but she couldn't force the words out
"Look. We do need to talk."
There was silence. She heard the drum of her own heartbeat
"Jay?" "I said ' love you.' "

"I know, but--"
"Hell, Kristi. What's got into you? Ever since you went up to All
Saints, you've changed. I think that place is weird, man. It's doin'
weird stuff to you."

"Maybe I'm just finding out who I really am."
"Oh, that's such bullshit and you know it. That's what people say when
they don't want to talk about what's really bugging '." His voice became

a high falsetto. "I'm finding myself. I'm getting in touch with my inner
woman. I need to have new experiences." His voice lowered again.
"I call it bullshit."
"Maybe you're right," she said. No reason to deny it.

"It is kinda weird up there, different from high school, but it's supposed to be. It's college."

"Yeah, and so you take a couple of crap psychology and philosophy classes and now you're so into finding yourself that I don't even know you. Listen ... maybe we should just break up."

"Maybe we should."

There was a sharp intake of breath. "Jesus, Kristi, listen to us. We love each other. Don't we?"

"I don't know, Jay," she admitted, leaning back on the headboard and feeling tears burn at the back of her eyes.

She'd thought she'd loved him. But that was high school.

Before she'd graduated. Before she'd learned that her dad wasn't really her dad and her uncle ... oh, God ... She knew she'd run off to college primarily to get away from the mess. Avoidance and Denial, stuff weird Dr. Sutler talked about all the time ... and Jay was right on that score. Some of the people up at All Saints--Dr. Sutter, Dr. Franz and Dr. Northrup included--were definitely beyond "eccentric."

Between them, oddball Lucretia, that nerdy Willie Davis who always took a seat behind her in Psychology and stared at her, and the dykie swim coach, All Saints had more than its share of looney tunes.

"You don't know," Jay repeated, disgust tainting his words. "Well don't you think you'd better figure it out?

Oh, shit I get it. You found someone didn't you? Holy crap, you've only been up there a few months and you're already cheatin' on me. Damn it, Kristi, what is it with you?" "That's what I'm trying to figure out," she said, matching his anger with her own, then slamming the receiver down, standing, then giving the punching bag a quick kick. So this was the beginning of the end. Big deal. The truth was she'd outgrown Jay. It was better to let him find someone else.

Because she had Brian.

The alarm shrieked.

Olivia sat straight up in bed.
Over and over again the sirens bleated. Her dream disappeared.
Oh, God, someone was really breaking into her house! She shot out of

bed. Hairy barking angry, belated warnings, was already at the

bedroom door, eager to charge into the hallway.
The gun ... Shit! The shotgun was down in the closet behind the slickers
and boots ... oh, God, no ... Her mind cleared, and over the rapid-fire
screams of the alarm, she heard her name and a stream of swearing that
would make a sailor blush.

Sarah!
Olivia flew out of the bedroom and down the stairs to find Sarah,
reeking of Guy, at the control panel for the security system. Cursing

and red-faced, she was frantically pushing buttons.' ' the hell do you
turn this damned thing off?"
she yelled as the alarm continued to shrill.
"Here ... "
Someone pounded on the door. "Open up. Police!"
"Holy shit," Sarah said as Olivia punched in the appropriate numbers and

the alarm went suddenly quiet.
"It's all right, Officer! I'm coming!" Olivia shouted just as the door

splintered open and two plainclothes officers, weapons drawn, burst into
the front hallway. Sarah screamed.
Hairy was still barking his fool head off.
Olivia and Sarah threw their hands in the air. "It's okay, it's okay,

she didn't know how to disengage the security system!"
Slowly, the officers lowered their sidearms.

"You're sure everything's all right?" the heavyset one with the crewcut asked.

"Yes! Didn't you see Sarah drive in?" Olivia demanded, her arms coming down to her sides.

Sarah, holding one hand splayed over her heart, braced her back against the wall. "Jesus," she whispered. "Jesus."

"We did see her drive in. But the alarm went off. We couldn't take a chance," the younger one with the square jaw insisted.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sarah demanded.

"They're watching the house," Olivia said, not knowing whether to be angry or relieved. On the one hand, she was furious that her privacy had been breached; on the other, she was grateful that the police were nearby in case there had been an intruder. "I told you that I could be a target for the serial killer." "You were serious? God," Sarah whispered, the color draining from her face.

"We're fine," Olivia told the officers. "The system's new, my friend is here visiting, and she isn't used to dealing with this ... " Olivia gestured to the control panel.

"If you're sure." "I said we're okay." The officers helped secure the door again, though the door frame would have to be repaired, the lock replaced. Once the officers had left, Sarah followed Olivia upstairs. A few minutes later Sarah had changed into faux leopard pajamas and was brushing her teeth in the bathroom. Olivia flipped down the lid of the toilet and sat with her knees pulled to her chin.

"I nearly peed in my pants," Sarah admitted around a mouth full of foam.

"Jesus, it's like we're part of a stakeout."

"It's part of Bentz's plan."

"Who's Bentz?"

Olivia hesitated. "The detective in charge of locating the killer."

"Tell me about him," Sarah said, her eyes narrowing as she gave her teeth a final swipe, then spit into the sink.

Olivia summed up the last week or so, giving her a quick rundown of what had been happening and how Bentz had been involved, though she sidestepped the part about sleeping with the cop. But Sarah glanced at her friend in the mirror before leaning under the tap and rinsing her mouth.

"You like that guy, don't you?" she asked, straightening.

"He's okay."

"No, I mean you really like him, like in a boy-meetsgirl, well, more like a woman-man sort of way." "As I said, "s okay.' "

"Don't bullshit me." She turned, folded her arms over her chest. "You're falling for the cop. My God, Olivia, are you out of your ever-lovin' mind?"

"I'm not falling for him."

"Bullsm/1 don't sell tons of Dr. Miranda's Love Beads to lovesick teenagers and don't recognize the symptoms.

You've got the hots for Detective Bentz! Oh, no, don't tell me you're into handcuffs and some of that weird land of stuff that I sell."

"No, not that it's any of your business. And since when are you the expert on love?" "Well ... " She sighed and shook her head. "Maybe not, considering the situation." Ducking her head under the sink, she rinsed her mouth a final time, then wiped her lips with the sleeve of her pajamas. "So don't try to dodge the issue, you'd like to be involved with the cop." ' "s not going to happen," Olivia said, drawing her knees up to her chest and balancing her bare feet on the edge of the toilet lid. She felt like a kid at a slumber party discussing the new boy in school. "So tell me, what happened to you tonight?"

"Nothin' good."

"You find Leo?"

Sarah shook her head. "I think he was with her, the bitch he met at that
convention in Nashville."
"You're sure?"
"No, but I called her."
"What?" Olivia shrieked. Oh, no, this wasn't good.

"Yeah, I had a couple of martinis and got up my nerve.
Phoned her at her place." She turned to the mirror and plucked an errant
hair from the corner of one eyebrows.

"You didn't."
"Sure did. He's my husband." Sarah seemed proud of herself.
Olivia groaned. "I don't think I want to know what happened." "I told

her to back off."
"And?"
"She hung up. I called back and the phone just rang and rang. She

must've unplugged it."
"You really think Leo was there?"
"Probably. The chicken shit!" Some of the starch left her spine. With a

sad, humiliated sigh, she closed her eyes.
"Oh, Oh"via," she said, resting her forehead on the mirror.
"What am I going to do?"
"For now, you're going to bed. It's late. We'll talk in the morning.
Maybe things will be clearer." "I doubt it, but," she said, her

shoulders sagging, "I'm beginning to think you're right. Somehow I've got to get over Leo. This ... this emotional tornado we're in is killin' me."

"Then we'll cook up a storm for Thanksgiving."

Sarah managed a smile. "Turkey, stuffing, sweet-potato pie ... comfort food." "And maybe I'll whip up a surprise," Olivia said with a wink as she snapped off the bathroom light. It was a long shot, considering Sarah's current state of mind, but maybe Father James Mcclaren could help.

"You're going to work on Thanksgiving?" Kristi groaned from beneath the covers.

"Someone has to keep the streets of this city safe for law-abiding citizens, ma'am." Bentz was standing in the doorway of her room, staring at the lump in the middle of the bed that was his daughter.

"Save me," she said.

"It's just for a couple of hours."

"Oh, yeah, right. I've heard that one before."

"I'll be back in time to get the turkey into the oven."

"You're actually cooking?" She lowered one edge of the coverlet and opened a bleary eye. Bentz drew in a swift breath. Sometimes, in the right light, Kristi looked enough like her mother to stop him short. "I thought we'd go out to a restaurant and a movie or something'," she said around a yawn.

"Didn't you see the turkey in the refrigerator?" he asked.

"I figured it was just for show. Like the false face of a building. That you were trying to impress me."

"It's the real thing, kiddo. But did I?"

"Impress me? No!" Then she giggled the way she had when she was a little girl, and the sound brought back memories of a happier time. "Well, yeah, you did, okay.

I'm superimpressed. Now go, leave me alone. What time is it anyway?" She

lifted her head off the pillow. "Eightfifteen?

On Thanksgiving? Are you crazy, Dad?"

"Some people think so."

"Well, they're right!" She pulled the blankets over her head and rolled over. "You can wake me up around noon.

Maybe."

"Count on it. You're on to mash the potatoes."

She groaned again as he slid out of the room and closed the door behind him. It was nice to have her back, even if she was a little grumpy. He'd missed her. When she'd lived at home, they'd fought all the time, about her curfew, her grades, her boyfriend, her attitude. She'd been quick to point out that he was far from being fault-free. His being a cop "sucked," her having to clean up the place was part of his "medieval thinking," her lack of a car was "the worst," and the fact that he suspected her of having sex was a violation of a basic trust issue. When he'd left some condoms on her dresser, she'd been "grossed out" and accused him of being jealous because he "wasn't getting any."

Living with her the last three months had been hell.

And he missed it. He drove to the station and joined the crew that had elected to work the holiday. The first thing he saw was a report that Olivia's new security system had gone off the night before last. The officers indicated it had been a mistake, a friend had tripped the alarm and not been able to reset it at one-thirty in the morning.

Bentz dialed her number. She answered groggily.

"Hello?"

His heart twisted a little. "It's Rick. I heard you had trouble the other night."

"Oh ... no, Sarah's visiting ... my friend from Tucson.

She was out late and the alarm system got the better of her." Her voice

sounded thick, still full of sleep, and he remembered how it had been to hold her and smell her scent all night long, to hear her soft breath as she cuddled up next to him.