The Cat, the Wife and the Weapon: A Cats in Trouble Mystery (27 page)

“No. This is from Finn’s phone. He called his biological father,” she said.

I pulled into the curving drive leading to the sanctuary. “But Gannon had Finn’s phone, so he could have called the place where he was living, maybe to check in at the halfway house or—”

“This was
last week
,” she said. “Before Finn left North Carolina and while he still had his phone. Why would he call his father?”

“I—I don’t know. He sure never told any of us he’d talked to him. He seemed afraid of the man.” Or was he simply avoiding the subject of Rory Gannon after a conversation that might not have gone too well?

“Not afraid enough, it seems,” she said. “Their conversation lasted twenty-seven minutes. Meanwhile, if Tom’s time line about when Nolan Roth had
his
phone is correct, Roth also called Gannon, and more than once. Seems like everyone was talking to the guy.”

I pulled the minivan into the small area reserved for sanctuary visitors. “You said
if
Tom’s time line is correct. What do you mean?”

“Talking to Tom is next on my to-do list,” she said. “Now that I have this printout of dates and times, I want to go over it with him. He wasn’t completely focused the first time I talked to him about what went on in North Carolina.”

“He’s home.” I checked the time on my phone. “He’s had time to catch up on his sleep and you know he’ll want to help.” Allison appeared in the doorway to the sanctuary and I rolled down the van window and held up one finger asking her to give me a minute. The rain had stopped but the air was chilly.

Allison nodded in understanding.

“Candace, I learned something today you should know.” Karen and Bob might not want me sharing about their major money spat today, but a million dollars is a lot of motive for someone to hatch a plan to get their paws on it. I hurriedly explained about the money and the argument between Bob and Karen
about
the money.

“Holy-o-heck, talk about motive,” Candace said. “This is huge. Tom’s shared account with Finn is small beans compared to this. Did Finn know about this account?”

“Good question. My guess is that he didn’t.”

“My mind is flying all over the place,” she said, sounding excited. “The calls to Gannon, his arriving in town, his hanging around. What if we’ve been blind, Jillian? What if Nolan Roth hired Gannon to take care of
Karen
? With this joint account, Finn would inherit and become one very rich teenager.”

“Oh my gosh,” I said. “And Gannon double-crossed Nolan, killed him and kept trying to make contact with his long-lost son—the son he probably didn’t care about at all but who would become wealthy and perhaps generous. Maybe Finn’s call to him was a return call. Or even a call in response to an e-mail from Gannon.”

“This is great information. I need time to piece together scenarios. Meanwhile, we still have a killer out there. Keep your doors locked and your security system armed.” She disconnected.

She had no clue I wasn’t at home, which was probably a good thing. Seconds later I removed my damp slicker and embraced Allison. I said, “Something is wrong. I heard it in your voice and now see it written all over your face. What can I do to help?”

“I figured you were the right person to call for this problem,” she whispered. She fixed strands of her brunette hair over one ear. A smattering of rain dotted her gray sweatshirt.

“Why are we whispering?” I said.

“I’ll show you, but be very quiet.” She carefully led me through the cramped office where so many wonderful pet adoptions had taken place. Allison cracked the door leading to the sanctuary examining room and told me to have a look.

I peered through the crack. There, lying on a mat with his spotted dog curled next to him, was Finn, fast asleep.

My hand went to my lips and relief washed over me. I quietly shut the door and then whispered, “How… how did he end up here?”

She pulled me away from the door and said, “I’ll explain. But first, want coffee? Shawn made it about an hour ago—before he left for the feed store to pick up dog and cat food.”

Snug, their African gray parrot, was perched above us and said, “Put on the pot, Allison. Put on the pot.”

Allison looked up at Snug and put her finger to her lips. “Shhh.”

He proceeded to respond with several “shhhs” of his own.

I said, “Yes. Sure, I’ll have coffee. I’ve been living on the stuff, so one more cup might perk me up.”

Once we both had our cups full, Allison sat behind her battered old desk and I took the lawn chair she used for visitors. I hung my slicker over the back of the chair.

“How long has Finn been here?” I said.

“He came this morning,” she said. “Surprised the heck out of me.”

“I don’t understand. Why did he come
here
?” I sipped the coffee and was instantly reminded how strong Shawn liked his brew.

“Yoshi was limping. Apparently they’d been walking down back roads and through fields all night, from what little he told me. He said he turned around and came back this way when he knew the dog was hurt. He still had my card and thought I could help.”

“Is Yoshi all right?” I said.

“He had a pebble stuck between the pads on his back paw. That can be pretty painful. I removed it and Finn was ready to head out again. But I pointed out the pebble had done a little damage—nothing serious—but Yoshi needed a day off from walking.” She smiled. “I didn’t add that Finn looked like he could use some rest himself.”

“Did he say anything about this latest journey he was taking?” I said. “We’ve been worried sick.”

“He said he’d caused trouble for everyone,” Allison said. “If he were gone, Tom and Karen could go back to the way things used to be.”

I blinked back tears of sadness and relief. “He’s like Tom. He blames himself for everything. None of what’s happened is his fault.”

“I figured as much. You’d helped Finn before and you know what’s going on with this kid.” She paused to drink coffee and then said, “He did ask me not to call the police, which worried me. I took that to mean there’s a lot more to this story I don’t know.”

“There’s plenty I don’t know, either. I am so grateful you called me.” I held the coffee mug between both my hands, considering what to do next.

Suddenly the door to the examining room opened and an exhausted-looking Finn looked at Allison. “Why did you give me up?”

Twenty-seven

Yoshi dashed through the door and jumped right into my lap. Good thing I’d managed to set the coffee down before his enthusiastic hello. He licked my face and his tail went crazy with happiness at seeing me. I wrapped my arms around the dog and held him close.

He allowed this for a few seconds and then rushed back to Finn. He did his jack-in-the-box routine until Finn held out his arms.

Clutching the dog close, Finn said, “Guess his foot is fine now. I can be on my way.”

He wouldn’t meet my gaze.

Allison said, “I put some antibiotic ointment with a tad of anesthetic on the abrasion between his toes, Finn. When it wears off, Yoshi will feel the pain in his foot again.”

Finn looked at the floor and said a quiet, “Oh.”

Allison rose. “Listen, man. I’ve been happy to help you out with Yoshi twice. Now it’s your turn to do me a favor. Sit here in my office and talk to Jillian. She’s the best friend you’ll ever have and she’ll always be straight with you.”

Allison walked over and tugged Finn by the upper arm, leading him to her ripped and worn office chair. “Sit. Yoshi knows how to obey that particular command and so should you.”

She left us then, going through the door leading to the examining room and the kennels and cat cubicle room beyond.

Still hanging on to Yoshi, Finn said, “Are you pissed off at me?”

I smiled. “Never. I’m confused, though. Why did you leave?”

“My mother came to your house while y’all were gone. She started shouting things and putting on her hysterical act. The one where she pretends I’m the only person in the world who matters to her.”

So she did do exactly what she said while waiting outside my house. “Did you ever consider she might be telling you the truth?”

Finn bit his upper lip and for the first time, even though he’d been through so much, tears filled his eyes. “No one except Tom believes me. Don’t you get it? She
doesn’t
care about me. Never has. A kid knows.”

I sat back and took in the pain now etching his features. This sweet kid knew better than I ever would exactly who his mother was. “I get it. I truly get it. Question is, where do we go from here?”

“If I leave,” he said with almost scary resolution, “if I get out of everyone’s way, there’ll be no more fighting, no more screaming through doors. If you think last night was the first time she ever yelled at me through a locked door… well, you’d be wrong.”

“When moms aren’t so good at being mothers, they sure know how to push our buttons,” I said. “Maybe it’s time you disconnected the switch.”

He stared at me for several seconds and I saw the resolve to run away, the defense he’d used to cope more than once, transform into something different. Was I seeing his burgeoning knowledge there might be another way to deal with harsh realities and how unfair the world can be?

“You sound like you know what you’re talking about—maybe from experience?” he said.

“You’re perceptive. I’ll tell you about my life one day. I was raised by my grandparents and it’s complicated. As for now, folks are worried about you,” I said.

“I know. Tom and Nana,” he said. “I didn’t mean to upset them. I just knew my mother would have her way. I’ll probably end up back in North Carolina with her, won’t I?”

“Why? You’re an adult now. You can make your own decisions,” I said.

Yoshi’s ears pricked and he looked toward the ceiling. He’d noticed the parrot and barked several times in succession.

Snug answered with, “What a good dog. What a good dog.”

I’m sure Snug had heard those words plenty of times around here.

Finn stared up in surprise. Guess he hadn’t been introduced to Snug. “Whoa. That bird is so dope.”

“His name is Snug,” I said.

“Snug’s a pretty bird,” the parrot replied at the mention of his name.

“This would be a cool place to come, maybe volunteer,” Finn said.

“I like your thinking. I know Tom and Karen would be so happy if you stayed in Mercy. It might involve some kind of pact about not scaring them to death by running off into the night, though.”

Finn looked contrite. “I would promise not to run—and keep my promise. I guess running away is for ten-year-olds, huh?”

“There is one problem,” I said.

“What?” Finn seemed wary again.

“You were probably at Tom’s place around the time of your biological father’s murder. The police need to talk to you about it.”

“I figured as much,” he said.

“Did you see Rory Gannon in Tom’s backyard?” I asked.

“N-no,” he answered.

For the first time, I knew Finn was lying. Knew it as sure as I knew my own name. I placed my forearms on Allison’s desk and leaned toward Finn. “You can tell me. Please, trust me. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me the truth.”

Finn released a heavy sigh. “All right, he was standing there when I went outside. Just standing like a scarecrow or something. Freaked me out.”

“What did you do?” I asked quietly. He couldn’t have harmed Gannon. I was certain he couldn’t.

“We stared at each other for what seemed like forever,” Finn replied. “Then he said, ‘I have to tell you something. It’s real important.’”

“What did he tell you?” I said.

“Nothing. I was… okay,
afraid
. I told him Tom needed to hear whatever it was he had to say and I was going to get him. That’s when he took off.”

“Did you tell Tom about this?” I asked.

“No. He was in such a good mood. We were having a great time and I only went out in his backyard for a minute. He has this creek running along his backyard and I wanted to see if there were fish in there.” Finn hung his head. “Did I have something to do with getting the guy killed?”

“Of course not,” I said. “Did he happen to show you anything—like your phone, maybe?”

“My phone? The one I lost?” Finn said.

“Yes. See, the police found your phone in his pocket when they searched his body. I thought maybe you’d had contact with Gannon at some point and he took your phone or—”

“Why would you think something like that? He creeped me out.” Finn was getting agitated, but I had to plow through all this before I took him to town for a meeting with Candace.

“Here’s the problem,” I said. “They looked at your call log and apparently you phoned Mr. Gannon at the halfway house where he was living before you hitched rides to Mercy.”

Finn pulled Yoshi closer and started shaking his head. “No way. I never called him. Sure, I found out where he was living. Thought about contacting him, but—”

“How did you find him?” I asked.

“Internet search,” he said. “Rory Gannon’s not a name like John Smith. Pretty easy search to get results for his name. I found newspaper archives about what he’d done to a police officer a long time ago. I’d thought about contacting him. See, once I decided I couldn’t live with Mom and Nolan anymore, I thought he might want me. But I swear, after I read what he’d done, I knew he was probably a worse choice than staying at home.”

I considered this for a few seconds and then said, “Did you delete the search about Gannon from your computer?”

“If you know anything about computers, you know you can never really delete anything completely. Why?”

I couldn’t talk around it anymore. “Nolan searched your computer. He was probably checking it regularly. Pretty much spying on you.”

“No way. The guy was a complete luddite. He wouldn’t know how to get by my password.” But after a moment of thought, I saw Finn’s expression transform from scorn to understanding. “Unless he figured it out because he knew where I got Yoshi’s name. My password was from a Mario Brothers game, and since Nolan ended up in this town he must have figured it out and discovered I e-mailed Tom saying I was thinking about coming to Mercy. No firm plans—just considering it. Maybe that pissed Nolan off.”