Fatal Impulse: A Widow's Web Novel (3 page)

But that wasn’t true. It
was
an accident! Her heart threatened to burst. Guilt ate at her gut. For so long, she hid the signs of abuse, ashamed of her weakness, afraid to leave, afraid to be alone. Yet she
had
been alone, isolated from her friends and family.

And now she was truly alone.

Tears filled her eyes and she felt as if she’d been sucker punched. She swiveled to face her mother. “Oh, God, Mama, he’s dead, isn’t he?”

Martha nodded and Andi leaned back into her plumpness, letting her mother envelop her in a hug. Her mother whispered, "What did the officer say?"

"He said they're looking for the body." Andi melted into her mother, warm and soft and safe. Real tears began to flow and deep, racking sobs shook her body. She squeezed her eyes shut and willed herself to stop. Feeling sorry for herself would do no good. Chad had been her husband, her life, but he had also been cruel.

Andi pushed herself to her feet and turned toward her mother. Martha held her daughter and rocked back and forth. "It's going to be okay."

Andi sucked in a deep breath. “I--I don’t know what happened--”

Her mother gently pressed a finger to her daughter’s lips, “Shush, baby. What’s done is done.”

Andi snapped her head up to look into her mother’s eyes. Did she know? Did she suspect there was more to it than a simple accident? No judgment lived in those big brown eyes, just love. Her mother held her hand sandwiched between hers, and memories of Andi’s childhood tripped over themselves in a rush to the surface. Making peanut butter cookies. Mama’s hands balling the dough, criss-crossing the tops with a fork. The quilt they pieced when she was in high school, made from her favorite childhood clothes.

That was so long ago. She sniffled. “What am I going to do now? What happens next?”

"You can always move back home." Martha gently squeezed her daughter’s arm and said, “But first things first. We’ve got to get the arrangements made and then we’ll get through the funeral together.”

"But there's no body yet." Andi turned away and lifted the coffee cup to her lips, savoring the warmth and bitterness. The liquid burned all the way to her stomach.

Somehow, she would get through this. She had to. The thought of being alone overwhelmed her. But for right now, all she had to do was hold it together until they found his body, and then get through the funeral. 

She turned, looked over the lip of her cup at her mother and asked, “Does his mother know?”

“The police notified her. She called here while you were asleep and I talked to her. Told her we’d call her when the arrangements were made.”

Andi’s eyebrows arched, “And she was okay with that?”

Martha harrumphed and stood up, then tugged her simple blue dress down to straighten the wrinkles and said, “Guess she had to be.”

The corners of Andi’s mouth twitched up as her mother turned away. Mama never had liked the overbearing and snooty Cora Adams.

She'd been so focused on her own situation, she hadn't even thought to ask about her sister. She asked, “How’s Mandy?”

“She’s fine. Busy as ever. Little Jakey is running a fever, so she had to stay home and take care of him.” Martha busied herself at the counter, wiping crumbs away with a quick hand, then turned to face her daughter, “But she wants you to know she’s thinking about you and she’d been here if she could’ve. She sends her prayers.”

“Her family comes first,” Andi regretted not being closer to her family. Moving away when she got married had been difficult. She and Chad had such a whirlwind romance, that summer after her junior year in college. She'd shocked everyone when she didn't return to college that fall and got married instead. Chad asked her to marry him and move to Maine, and she'd been over the moon.

Martha frowned and sighed, “Don’t be petty, hon.”

“I’m not. Really, I understand.” Andi got up and refilled both coffee cups, then added creamer and sugar to them and stirred.

Martha put her hand on her daughter’s and shook her head. “Honey, you don’t have to do everything for me. I’m not Chad.”

Andi froze. With the mere mention of his name, grief washed over her like a wave. Her husband was gone. She nodded and walked out of the room, stood in the living room for a moment, then lowered herself into a chair. What would life be like after Chad? She'd never been alone.

Her mother followed her and sat on the couch. The two women sipped their coffee in silence. Andi gazed out the window and wondered how she ended up here. She'd been so happy when she'd married Chad, so eager to please him. But as he grew more demanding, she struggled to keep up appearances. She'd been careful not to let anyone know how difficult her life had become. She couldn't let her mother know the marriage had been a mistake, no more than she could let the women from the Library Board know that her handsome husband was a petty bully behind closed doors. Even with him gone, she didn't want anyone to pity her.

After the coffee was gone, Andi stood and took Mama’s cup, then walked towards the kitchen. On the way, she caught her reflection in the hall mirror. Her dark ponytail fell to the center of her back, because Chad liked long hair and didn’t want it cut. Long bangs hid her blue eyes, and her round face made her look plumper than she was. Chad called her Chipmunk Cheeks. Claimed it was a pet name, but it hurt and he knew it.

“Need any help, honey?” Martha called from the living room.

“No,” Andi answered, as she turned away from her reflection and walked into the kitchen, “Just filling the dishwasher.”

Her cell phone chirped again. She wiped her hands on a dishtowel and glanced at the caller ID. Anonymous. She answered.

"Mrs. Adams?" The voice on the other end was gruff.

Her stomach fluttered with unease. "Yes."

"Detective Johnson. You comin' down or not?"

She straightened and the muscles in her back tensed. "Did you find him?"

"Not yet. Told you the Coast Guard has already got cutters out searching. Half o' Buccaneer Bay is out on the water helping search."

She opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water. "Um, sure. Of course. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Martha held out her hand and motioned for the phone. Andi blinked, then turned it over.

The scowl on Martha's face matched her voice when she spoke. "Who is this?" Her eyes narrowed as she listened. "You may be the law, but I'm her mother. The poor child had the shock of her life last night and the doctor had to give her pills to help her sleep."

Martha pressed her lips into a thin line as she listened, then she broke in. "I'll bring her down in a bit, if she's up to it."

Andi's eyes widened at her mother's insolence. Her mother pulled the phone from her ear and looked at it, then handed it to Andi and shrugged. "I don't know how to turn the gol-danged thing off."

Andi took the phone and pressed the red button, then looked at her mother with wide eyes. "I can't believe you spoke to him like that."

Martha's heavy eyebrows scrunched together. "And I can't believe he never did nothing about your good-for-nothing husband."

Andi's eyes widened in surprise. She opened her mouth to speak, but her mother held up her hand, palm out. "Don't want to hear anymore about it, but maybe we should go down to the harbor and see if they can find the SOB's body."

T
hough her mother insisted on driving, Andi convinced her that she could get them to the harbor quicker and would know where to park. They drove down Main Street, rounded a curve and the harbor appeared before them. Tall masts sprung up from the boats like a forest of toothpicks, and white sails billowed in the salty breeze. As they turned into the parking lot, Andi was blown away by the number of cars already there. Parking would be at a premium after the tourists arrived after Memorial Day, but early May was still quiet. She drove down three aisles before she found a parking space.

They got out of the car and walked towards a clump of people gathered on the pier. An unmarked police car slanted across the two end spaces.

As they walked, the crowd parted for them. Several folks murmured their apologies and sympathies, but some simply stared and others whispered behind their hands.

Andi pointed to a long white boat with a red stripe along its side. "There. That's a Coast Guard boat."

The two women walked out to the end of the pier, towards the boat. With every step, Andi's dread grew. As they reached the end, a thick-set older man stared at them. He stood facing them with his feet planted far apart and his arms crossed over his chest.

He pointed at the sun hanging low over the little village of Buccaneer Bay. "Wondered if you were ever going to get here."

Martha opened her mouth to speak, but Andi placed a hand on her forearm and murmured, "I'm sorry. It's been a rough day."

He narrowed his eyes and looked her up and down. "You remember anything new about last night?"

She shook her head. "Have you had any luck today?"

He swept his hand to indicate the harbor. "Coast Guard is running a grid. Been having trouble all day 'cause so many folks is out there trying to help and doing nothing but gettin' in the way."

Her mom stepped forward. "We don't want to be in the way. Is there someplace we can wait?"

He snorted. "Right here."

Andi gazed out into the harbor. He was right. A constant parade of boats flowed out of the harbor, and nearly all of them turned north. She lost sight of them as they rounded the bend, but she knew they would cruise along the craggy cliffs that rose up out of the sea to the north of Buccaneer Bay. That might be a good thing, because the cutters were big and couldn't get in as close as some of the smaller vessels, but she hoped they were careful. Rocks jutted up out of the ocean at odd angles, and some lurked just below the surface, waiting to tear a hole in an unsuspecting boat.

One of the waitresses from the Black Sails Diner brought Andi a cup of black coffee, which she gladly accepted. She wrapped her fingers around the warmth and sipped occasionally, glad for the bitterness. It fit her mood. Seagulls swooped around her, snatching crumbs dropped by those who hung around, hoping to catch some news. The people were as bad as the seagulls, she thought. Looking for crumbs.

After some time, she became aware of Martha's heavy sighs. Andi glanced at her mother and noticed her shifting her weight from foot to foot. "I'm sorry, Mama. You need to go sit down. Do you want to take the car home?"

Her mother shook her head. "Of course not. I'll stay here with you."

A young female officer with a long blonde ponytail stepped forward. "Ma'am, if you'd like to wait up at the Coast Guard Station, there are some benches up there."

Her mother glanced back towards the white building with sun-bleached red shingles near the base of the pier, then looked at Andi. "Want to go wait there?"

Andi shook her head. She looked from her mother to the blue water, then back again. "I'd rather wait here, but you go on ahead."

The young officer said, "I'll walk with you."

Her mom's eyebrows rose and Andi nodded, then turned to gaze out at the sea again. Her eyes swept the harbor, looking for any sign that anyone might have found anything. She watched boats come in and boats go out. Felt the warmth being chased away by the lengthening shadows, and shivered. A part of her still expected to wake up and find this was all a bad dream. She paced the wooden deck. Why hadn't they found his body yet?

The detective passed her several times, but never spoke. He talked into his radio constantly. Andi could make out words here and there, but nothing of consequence.

The young female officer approached her when the sun had nearly set behind Cadillac Mountain. "I'm going to get sandwiches from the Black Sails. Thought I'd get your mother something. Want me to pick anything up for you?"

Andi shook her head. The way her stomach fluttered, the thought of food was not appealing. As the blonde turned away, Andi called out, "Wait! Can you see if someone can give my mother a ride home? There's no reason for her to stay here."

"Why? You think we're not going to find anything?" The detective's gruff voice startled her.

She turned to find him standing less than a foot behind her. She stepped back. "They haven't found anything yet."

"So why are you sticking around? Think they won't find anything?"

"No!" She stuttered and blinked, rapid fire. "Well, because they may find something."

He pursed his lips and studied her. "We'll keep looking. And if there's anything out there, the Coast Guard'll find it, if the crabs and sharks don't find it first."

Her hackles raised at his callousness. She narrowed her eyes. "It? That is my husband you're talking about, not chum."

One corner of his mouth twitched up, then he turned on his heel and marched back to the end of the pier where the Coast Guard officials were gathered. She fought to control her temper, but the blood pounded in her ears. That man infuriated her. He seemed to enjoy getting a rise out of her. Pushed her buttons just to see her react.

She clasped her hands behind her back and braced her feet wide, then stared out at the darkening sea. That man would not get to her. Instead, she turned her thoughts to her husband. What if the sharks had gotten to him? She hoped he died quickly. No one deserved a slow, painful death. Not even Chad. What if they couldn't find him? What if there was no body?

The reality of the situation began to sink in. The antagonism of the detective worried her. Did he think she'd killed her husband? Could he charge her, even with no evidence?

After a while, her legs began to ache. She sat down on the pier and dangled her legs over the side. She gripped the rough wooden edge, almost glad for the uncomfortable sensation. It gave her something to think about besides Chad.

She watched as her shadow reached out and stretched over the blue-green water. A stream of boats returned from their search. As the sun sank behind her, the Coast Guard cutter appeared around the bend and chugged to the pier, where it slid into its slip. The crew disembarked and filed past her. The captain, a middle-aged man with a deep tan, approached the detective and the two of them huddled together. The older man turned and looked at her over his shoulder, then shook the younger man's hand. The captain walked along the pier and touched the brim of his hat with his fingertips when he reached her. Neither of them spoke to her.

Andi watched the sea until the sun had set behind her and she was alone on the pier. She wasn't sure what she was waiting for. Going home to an empty house? At least her mother was there. But what would she do when Martha went back home to Missouri?