I'll Never Let You Go (Morgans of Nashville) (12 page)

Chapter Eight

 

Alex and Deke arrived at the sheriff’s office in the center of the small town twenty miles north of Nashville. Tyler Radcliff, Deidre’s estranged husband, had been sheriff of the bedroom community for nearly five years and had earned himself a solid reputation as a good lawman. Not much in the way of high crimes happened in affluent New Market, but if anything did, Radcliff was on hand to deal with it.

Alex studied the one-story brick building that housed the sheriff’s office. A quick check as they’d driven out revealed this boxy, practical building housed only the sheriff’s office, which employed five people, including the sheriff, a few deputies, and a secretary.

Tyler faced a reelection this fall. With a few well-placed questions, Alex had discovered that Tyler expected to easily win reelection. There’d been some talk of another business leader running, but none in the Radcliff camp was concerned.

Alex adjusted his sunglasses as he studied the building. “So how did Deidre, a Nashville detective, and a local sheriff hook up?”

“Couldn’t tell you. I never asked and she never offered,” Deke said.

Alex pulled off his sunglasses. “You ever have any kind of conversation with her?”

“I knew her only in passing.”

“You don’t talk to many people,” Alex said.

“We Morgans come by it honestly. And you’re one to talk. How many years does it take you to warm up to people?”

“A lot.” Outside of his family, he kept his relationships on the surface. It wasn’t a matter of what he wanted but out of necessity. He investigated other officers, so any kind of friendly relationship with anyone on the job could lead to a conflict of interest.

Alex shook his head. “We’re quite the family.”

“We’re a hardheaded lot. And some would say not the easiest group of individuals.”

Deke spoke plainly, and Alex found the raw honesty refreshing. It had been so long since he’d let his guard down, he wondered now if it were possible. “So I’ve heard.”

“That doesn’t bother you?”

“I didn’t join the TBI to make friends. And if you joined the Nashville Police Department to make friends, well, you’d better find another job.”

“I’m not worried about the job. Shit, I worry about it with Rachel. She says I’m sometimes distant.”

“Are you?”

“Most likely, yes. That’s the same crap that ended my marriages.”

“So talk. She’s a defense attorney. She’s seen enough not to be put off by the job. And she can keep a secret if you need it kept confidential.”

“I know.”

“I don’t like many people, Deke. But she’s okay. Don’t ruin it.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Then don’t.”

“You make it sound easy.”

“It is.” Alex glanced at Deke, the barest hint of a smile softening his features.

They pushed through the glass front doors and, within steps, stood at the desk of an older woman with graying, short, curly hair, dark-rimmed glasses, and a ruddy complexion. She glanced up and, before Alex or Deke could reach for an ID, asked, “What jurisdiction?”

“TBI,” Alex said.

“Nashville Police.” Neither mentioned that they were investigating a homicide. Once people knew there’d been a murder, defenses slammed into place.

“What’re you boys doing here?” An edge sharpened the words. In an office this small, word of Tyler and Deidre’s divorce must have leaked.

“Like to visit with Sheriff Radcliff. Saw his car out front when we arrived,” Alex said.

“He’s busy.”

Local law enforcement didn’t always appreciate a visit from a TBI agent, and they sure didn’t like seeing Alex Morgan. It was one thing for an agent to show, but Alex’s appearance made people nervous or angry.

“He needs to make time. We need to see him now.” Alex’s voice was steady and controlled, and his gaze didn’t waver until the older woman looked away and pushed herself to her feet. She’d been around cops long enough to know that when TBI showed up and said it was important, she needed to be flexible, whether she liked it or not.

The woman knocked on the door behind her and, after a gruff “Enter,” disappeared behind it. Seconds later, the door snapped open. The secretary retreated to her desk and Tyler Radcliff appeared at the office door. He had broad shoulders and a tall frame that all but filled the doorway, giving him a menacing air that made weaker men acquiesce and alpha males bristle at the implied challenge. He’d shaved his head bald and sported a thick mustache and a scowl.

Alex wouldn’t concede because he had too many questions to ask, but he never challenged unless he thought it would be useful.

Tyler stepped aside so Alex and Deke could enter his office. He extended a large beefy hand to Alex, which he accepted easily. Tyler’s grip was strong in an overt and dominating kind of way. Alex understood the pressure points in the palm and where to squeeze so that Tyler released his grip.

“Agent Alex Morgan, TBI. Thanks for seeing us.”

Deke extended his hand. “Detective Deke Morgan.”

Tyler accepted Deke’s hand but found himself matched in strength. Alex found the test amusing.

Tyler stepped back, hands folding over his wide chest. “Did Deidre send you here?”

“Why do you say that?” Alex asked.

Tyler stood in front of his desk, his feet slightly braced, as if he were ready for a fight. “You go after cops. And Deidre works for Nashville Vice. She sent you.”

In no rush to answer, Alex let his gaze roam the room, taking in the dozens of framed citations and diplomas. No one questioned Tyler’s dedication to the job. But cops who excelled professionally often paid a personal toll. “What makes you say that?”

A bitter smile twisted his lips. He shook his head, as if he were in no mood to play games. “Oh, come on. She’s been complaining about me, hasn’t she? She’s been doing her best to stick it to me since I canceled our joint credit cards. She’d like nothing better than to screw up my reelection campaign this year.”

“Why’d you cancel the credit cards?” Alex asked.

Dark eyes, like the ends of a double-barreled shotgun, shifted to Deke. “Don’t play stupid. You know we’re getting a divorce. You’re here because Deidre’s pissed.”

Tyler had been in law enforcement for twenty-plus years, and he knew how the system worked. He would choose his words carefully.

“When’s the last time you saw her?” Alex asked.

Tyler’s frown deepened. “Cut to the chase. What’s going on here?”

Alex needed Tyler to understand he wasn’t in charge of this conversation. “When’s the last time you saw her?”

Tyler shifted his stance. “Last week, at the attorney’s office.”

“She made a call to you last night at about nine.”

“I saw the missed call, but she didn’t leave a message. I didn’t bother to call her back. Why’s this important? Did she or her boyfriend have an issue with me?”

The boyfriend, Alex guessed, was David, the guy from the running group who’d held Deidre close at the track. “Why would they?”

“She was forced to sign an agreement giving me full ownership of the house. I also got the few stocks we had.”

Deidre, from what he’d learned, had been a fierce competitor who didn’t give up easily. Perhaps she had more to gain with David than to hang on to what she’d had with Tyler. Or maybe Tyler knew what buttons to press to make Deidre concede. “So you think this is about money and property?”

He shifted his stance and adjusted his belt buckle. “I told Deidre if she didn’t walk away from the house, I’d let everyone at the Nashville Police Department know that it was her cheating that ended the marriage.”

“Who was she having an affair with?”

“I don’t know the guy’s name. But I saw them together a couple of times. Kissing.” He balled up his fingers into a fist before relaxing them. “Blond. Slick. Pretty boy.”

“Are you the one who keyed her car?” Alex’s question was a guess, but he delivered it as if it were fact.

Tyler’s narrowed gaze confirmed he’d hit a nerve. “That what she told you?”

“Did you key her car?”

Emotion colored his cheeks. “No. Hell no.”

“You look pretty mad,” Deke added. “Mad can make anyone do stupid things.”

“I didn’t key her car and I wasn’t the one calling her in the middle of the night. She accused me of that as well. I’m pissed by her cheating, but I’m not that desperate.”

“She still with this boyfriend?” Deke asked.

“I don’t know.”

“How’d they meet?”

“That running group she started last fall. Started off as wanting to get in better shape, and I was all for that. Next thing I know, she’s packing her clothes and moving out. Needed time to think. That was six months ago.”

Tyler had yet to refer to his wife in the past tense. Could be savvy as easily as innocent. He was a cop and knew what to expect from another cop. “Deidre was found dead in her apartment this morning.”

Alex watched Tyler closely. Intense moments like this had a way of forcing down the guard. And when the guard was down, even the best lies unraveled.

Tyler shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment as if he hadn’t heard. “What did you say?”

Alex enunciated each word carefully. “She was murdered.”

Suspicion darkened his eyes. “How?”

“Stabbed.” Deke spoke, hurtling the word toward Tyler like he was delivering a punch. “At least a dozen times.”

The color from Tyler’s face drained and he stumbled back a step, as if the brutal words came with a physical push. He lowered himself into a chair angled in front of his desk and cradled his head in callused, lined hands. His wedding ring, dulled by time, caught the washed-out light from the ceiling’s fluorescent fixture. “Your facts can’t be right. Deidre is one tough woman. She can kick ass with the best of them.”

“No argument here,” Alex said. “She was one hell of a fighter. But whoever got hold of her was tougher, or they caught her off guard.”

Tyler raised his watery gaze and locked it on Alex. His lips curled into a scowl that deepened the lines around his mouth. “I didn’t kill my wife.”

They weren’t divorced so
my wife
was technically correct. But Tyler’s emphasis on the words suggested possessiveness. “I didn’t say you did. You’re still her legal husband so I owed you a death notice.”

Tyler balled his fingers into tight fists, as if gripping onto his emotions. “Fuck. I can’t believe she’s dead. Have you told her sister Joy?”

“We put a call in to her. She arrives tonight.”

“Damn. She’s going to be devastated. She and Deidre were so close.” He rubbed his eyes as if they stung.

“You two were involved in a contentious divorce. Your tone and manner suggest you’re pretty angry with her.”

Tyler swallowed as if his throat had filled with sand. “I’d never have killed her. She didn’t deserve that.”

Deke rested his hands in the pockets of his overcoat. “Where were you yesterday and last night?”

Tyler glared at Deke, absently rubbing the underside of his wedding band. He clearly didn’t like being questioned, especially by a younger officer. “Out. On patrol.”

Unmindful or, likely, uncaring of the tension radiating from Tyler, Alex removed a small notebook and pen from his pocket. “By yourself?”

“If you haven’t noticed, we’re a small department, Agent. It was my turn to make the rounds last night and that’s what I did. What do you estimate the time of death?”

Alex, unwilling to be pinned, shrugged. “Not sure yet.”

“The medical examiner is having a look at her late today or tomorrow. Do you know a woman by the name of Leah Carson?”

“No. Who is she?”

Alex had been willing to tag team with Deke on this interview until Deke had mentioned Leah’s name. “She’s in Deidre’s running group. They were friends.”

“I don’t know any of her new friends. Did she meet her in that damn running group as well?”

“I couldn’t tell you how they met.” Alex doled out the truth as easily as a lie if it suited an investigation.

“I’ve never met her.” He tipped back his head. “There was a time when I knew every detail about Dee’s life. But in the last year, she’s become a complete stranger to me.”

“How’d that make you feel?” Deke asked. “Losing control like that can make a guy angry.”

“What’re you, my shrink now?” Tyler growled at the younger agent.

Deke’s easy humor appeared untarnished. “Answer the question.”

“Angry enough to cut Deidre off from our joint assets and angry enough to see that she lost ownership in our house.”

“And to key her car?”

“I never said I did that. But I can tell you I wasn’t angry enough to stab her. Jesus, she was my wife. I loved her.”

“I don’t doubt you loved her. But a razor’s edge separates love and hate.” Forensics suggested this murder had been planned carefully, but Tyler didn’t need to know that. “Maybe you went to reason with her one last time and the visit turned into an argument that escalated. How many times in your job have you seen domestic disturbances that got out of control?”

“This wasn’t a domestic disturbance, Morgan. My wife was murdered.” Pain and seething anger covered the final words.

“I’ve no doubt you love . . . loved her.” He’d seen genuine regret and sadness in a murderer’s eyes before.

Tyler ran a callused hand over his head. “Fuck you.”

He leaned forward, as if he had more to say and then caught himself. “This is the last thing I expected today.”

“I’m sure Deidre would agree,” Alex said.

“I didn’t kill her!” He shouted the words, stopped himself, and then, in a lower voice said, “I might have been pissed, but I’d been pissed at her before. This isn’t the first bad patch we’ve had and I knew it wouldn’t be the last.”

“Love and hate,” Deke said, raising two crossed fingers, “are both powerful emotions.”