Happy was Derek"s mother. He had never heard anyone call her anything else. He wasn"t sure where the nickname had come from or who had given it to her, but it certainly didn"t suit the snooty, social-climbing woman he had known and hated for most of his life.
Before Derek could reply, a man he didn"t know-mid-fifties, trim, well dressed-injected himself into the conversation. "We were just talking about this shocking murder case over in Memphis, and Alexa mentioned you used to be with the FBI, a profiler, I believe."
Derek nodded. His sister"s crowd always found it fascinating that he had chosen to work in a field usually reserved for those not in their social circle-law enforcement.
Alexa slipped her arm through his, but she looked directly at the other man. "You simply must tell Derek all about it. The killer is still at large and the Memphis police have no idea who did it."
"Ward Dandridge." The man stuck out his hand. "It"s a pleasure to meet you."
"Oh, silly me." Alexa giggled. Even her giggles sounded s.e.xy. "I forgot that you two didn"t know each other. Sorry about that."
Alexa was not an airheaded bimbo, despite appearances to the contrary. His guess was that she"d had one gla.s.s of champagne too many. Alexa was a brilliant woman with an IQ that bordered on genius. And he knew for a fact that she was a shrewd businesswoman who had recently taken over as CEO of her father"s empire. The old man still maintained his position as chairman of the board, but he happily left the day-to-day running of Daugherty, Inc. to his only child.
"Do you know Tagg Chambless?" Dandridge asked.
"The former NFL halfback?"
"That"s the one. Tagg and I are business a.s.sociates. We both have an interest in one of the Tunica casinos." Dandridge downed the remainder of his champagne and motioned to one of the waiters, who quickly exchanged his empty gla.s.s for a full one.
"Didn"t you date Chambless for a few months?" Derek winked at Alexa.
She gave him the evil eye, a look for which she had become notorious. Grown men had been brought to their knees in submission by that look alone.
When Ward Dandridge stared questioningly at Alexa, Derek laughed. "No, his name wasn"t Chambless, was it? But the fellow was a football player, wasn"t he? Not Chambless, though. If I recall, he was a big, burly brute with-what did you say at the time? Oh yes, that he had more muscles than brains."
"You"re mistaken. That"s not my type," Alexa said coolly. "But we"re getting off subject. Ward did so want your thoughts on the murder case."
"And just what does Tagg Chambless have to do with the murder case?" Derek asked.
"Oh, the victim was Tagg"s wife," Ward said. "Gorgeous woman, even if she was little more than a plastic doll. She"d had all sorts of cosmetic surgery. Everything from breast implants to rhinoplasty."
Derek wished he could think of a diplomatic way to escape. It had become apparent that Ward Dandridge loved gossip, and discussing other people"s private lives bored Derek.
"I"d love to hear more," Derek lied. "Maybe later. I really should find Mother and wish her a happy birthday."
Alexa tightened her hold on Derek"s arm, leaned close and whispered, "Stay. Please. Ward"s a friend of Daddy"s and I simply can"t be rude to him."
"I"ll make this quick," Dandridge said, apparently determined to drag an opinion out of Derek. "Mrs. Chambless, Tagg"s wife, had quite a reputation. The lady used to be an actress of sorts. She starred in several"-he cleared his throat-"adult films and was a films and was a Playboy Playboy centerfold about ten or eleven years ago. centerfold about ten or eleven years ago.
"The woman was shot numerous times, killed right there in her own home." Dandridge lowered his voice. "The police never released certain information, but Tagg shared a few things with me. Seems when the maid found her, she was naked and was wearing a mask of some sort. Odd, don"t you think?"
"Yes, quite odd," Derek agreed.
"You would a.s.sume that she was raped, considering the fact she was naked, but Tagg said she wasn"t. Raped, that is."
"Hmm..." Derek wasn"t sure what Dandridge wanted him to say. Did the man honestly think he could come up with a profile of the killer with no more information than that?
"Oh G.o.d, who invited him?" Alexa asked with utter disdain in her voice.
"Who?" Dandridge inquired as he glanced right and left.
Derek followed his cousin"s cold glare, which was aimed directly at a man Derek knew, liked, and respected.
"Camden Hendrix." Alexa spoke his name as if she were saying Attila the Hun. "The man is a barbarian."
Derek grinned when Cam looked his way and immediately came over to speak to him.
To break the sudden uneasy silence, Derek introduced the two men, who apparently knew each other by reputation. "And of course, you know Cam, don"t you, Alexa."
"We"ve met." Icicles hung on her words.
"Looking as lovely as ever," Cam said, but did little more than glance briefly at Alexa before he turned back to Derek. "Good to see a friendly face. I thought maybe Nic and Griff would be here. I haven"t seen them in a couple of months."
"I believe they"re off on a second honeymoon," Derek said. "Something spur of the moment." As a Powell Agency employee, he had received the text message sent out that morning to inform everyone that Sanders was in charge while the agency"s owners were away.
"Is that how you finagled an invitation to Aunt Happy"s birthday party-because you"re Griffin Powell"s lawyer?" Alexa asked, knowing full well how rude her question was.
Cam chuckled. "Actually, your cousin Diana invited me. My firm is representing her husband"s brother in his divorce case."
"I say, Hendrix, have you heard about Tagg Chambless"s wife"s murder over in Memphis?" Ward Dandridge asked, apparently interested in little else. "I had just cornered Derek to get his opinion about her unsolved murder."
Cam"s mouth tilted in a smirking grin and it was obvious that he had barely managed not to laugh.
"We"ll talk later," Derek said as he pulled away from the group. "I want to check with Mother and make sure she received her present yesterday." He glanced from Dandridge to Cam. "Why don"t you tell Cam about the case? After all, he"s famous for defending accused murderers." Derek kissed Alexa on the cheek and whispered, "Behave yourself, cousin."
Several minutes later, he found his mother surrounded by her country club girlfriends, women in her age group whose husbands" wealth afforded them a lifestyle only dreamed about by most.
Happy Lawrence Vickers Adams-married three times, widowed once and divorced twice-was still an attractive woman, thanks to great genes and a talented cosmetic surgeon. Tall, slender, elegant. No one would ever guess that Happy wasn"t "to the manor born."
Their gazes met as he approached her and she quickly plastered a fake smile on her unwrinkled face. Derek couldn"t remember the last time his mother had been genuinely glad to see him. When he reached her, she leaned close, offering him her cheek to kiss. He did as he was expected to do.
"Happy birthday, Mother."
"Thank you, dear. And thank you for the lovely jade bracelet. I"m sure I will enjoy wearing it occasionally."
With the necessary pleasantries out of the way, Happy turned her full attention back to her friends. Derek walked away, went through the kitchen and out the back door without searching for his sister to say h.e.l.lo or good-bye. He motioned for the valet to bring around his car, and within five minutes, he sped off down the long, winding drive and out onto the highway.
If he was lucky, he shouldn"t have to make a command appearance again until Happy"s seventieth birthday.
Lorie answered, as truthfully as she could, all of Maleah"s questions about her past and present boyfriends and other relationships.
"I honestly can"t think of anyone who would want to kill me," Lorie said, feeling more frustrated by the minute. "It just doesn"t make any sense. I live as low-key a life as possible. I haven"t had a date in months. I do my level best not to p.i.s.s off anybody here in Dunmore. I just want to live my life without any major complications."
"A death threat is a major complication." Maleah shifted on the sofa, turning halfway to directly face Lorie. "You haven"t noticed anyone following you or skulking around your house or your antique shop?"
"No. Not really. I mean, men sometimes look at me and I know they"re mentally undressing me. Occasionally someone makes a crude comment. And at odd times, I feel like somebody"s watching me, but I"ve never actually seen anyone, so I a.s.sumed it was just my imagination."
"Maybe. Maybe not," Maleah said. "Have you recently received any peculiar phone calls?"
"Are you talking about heavy breathing? Then no. And no one has called to talk dirty to me since the first year I moved back to Dunmore."
"What about online-any weird e-mails?"
"Nope. And I don"t have a blog or anything like that. Just a Web site for Treasures. And I don"t Twitter."
Maleah shook her head, the action inadvertently bouncing her long, blond ponytail. Today, with no makeup on and wearing jeans and an oversized cotton sweater, she looked more like a fresh-faced teenager than an experienced bodyguard and investigator.
"I wish you had kept that first letter," Maleah said. "We have no proof you actually received the letter, only your word that you got it."
"Are you saying you don"t believe me, that you think I"m lying?"
"No, of course not. I believe you, but when we go to the sheriff, he"ll want proof."
"I told you that I prefer not to involve local law enforcement, not until we know for sure this isn"t someone"s idea of a sick joke."
"Look, I"m ninety percent sure that when I contact the Powell Agency for an okay to take your case, I"m going to be told that although we"ll do an independent investigation, the sheriff needs to be notified."
Lorie groaned.
"Do I need to know more about you and Mike Birkett?" Maleah asked. "I was just a kid, twelve or thirteen, when you two dated and that"s all I remember-that you two dated, were sort of pre-engaged and you broke it off and left town. But that was what-sixteen or seventeen years ago? Is there something going on with the two of you now?"
"G.o.d, no!" Only in my dreams. Only in my dreams. "You know the rest of my story, don"t you? Everybody in town knows about how I disgraced my family, ruined my reputation, and made a complete and utter fool of myself after I left Dunmore. I jilted Mike and broke his heart. Now he can"t stand the sight of me." "You know the rest of my story, don"t you? Everybody in town knows about how I disgraced my family, ruined my reputation, and made a complete and utter fool of myself after I left Dunmore. I jilted Mike and broke his heart. Now he can"t stand the sight of me."
Maleah glanced away as if it bothered her to see the sadness that Lorie knew she couldn"t hide. Her feelings were written plainly on her face.
"I"ll have to talk to Mike," Maleah told her. "But I"ll ask him to a.s.sign one of his deputies to your case. That"s what he"d do anyway."
Lorie nodded, reluctantly agreeing. "So, what do I do now?"
"Do you have a security system at home?"
"Yes."
"Use it. Be aware of your surroundings at all times and take no chances with your personal safety. Do you carry a gun or Mace or-?"
"I have a small pistol that I keep in my nightstand," Lorie said. "And I carry Mace in my purse and I"ve taken a couple of self-defense cla.s.ses."
"Put my number into your home phone speed dial and your cell phone so you can contact me instantly if you need me. At this point, I think providing twenty-four/seven private security would be premature."
"Yeah, I think it would be."
"If you get another letter, a phone call, sense someone following you or anything that raises a red flag in your mind, get in touch with me immediately," Maleah told her. "In the meantime, I"ll ask for an okay from Powell"s to work on your case and then I"ll call Mike."
Lorie stood. "Thanks, Maleah. I appreciate your doing this for me. I guess I"m lucky that you decided to stay in Dunmore for a while."
Maleah got up and walked Lorie to the front door. She patted Lorie on the back. "Be careful, okay? But don"t worry any more than you can help. At this point we have no idea what we"re dealing with, whether the person who sent you the letters is some goofball who thinks this is funny or some nut job who gets his cookies off scaring women with threats or if we have the real thing on our hands."
Lorie opened the front door and then paused for a moment. "The real thing being someone who is going to kill me."
"Someone who plans to kill you," Maleah corrected. "We won"t let that happen-you and me, the Powell Agency, and the sheriff"s department."
After Sunday evening church services, Mike sent his kids to take their baths and get ready for bed. Tomorrow was a school day, the first day back following their spring break, which had come early this year. He"d probably have a couple of hours of alone time after he tucked his kids in, time to kick back and watch a little TV or read a few chapters in the latest David Baldacci novel. For now, he needed to load the dishwasher and set it to start in the middle of the night. Later, he"d put out plates, bowls, cups, and silverware on the kitchen table for breakfast and afterward he"d gather the clothes he needed to drop off at the cleaners in the morning.
Just as he headed for the kitchen, the doorbell rang. Who the h.e.l.l? Who the h.e.l.l? It was nearly nine o"clock. When he opened the front door, he was surprised to find Jack"s kid sister, Maleah, standing on his porch. It was nearly nine o"clock. When he opened the front door, he was surprised to find Jack"s kid sister, Maleah, standing on his porch.
"Hi, Mike. Got a few minutes?" she asked.
"Sure, come on in."
He escorted her to the living room. "Is there a problem? Something with Seth or-"
"Nothing personal. I"m fine. My nephew is fine," Maleah told him. "I"m here on business."
Frowning in confusion, Mike stared at her. "Explain."
"May I sit down?"
"Sure. Please sit. Believe me, my mama taught me good manners. I just forget them sometimes."
Maleah sat on the sofa. Mike eased down onto the wingback chair directly across from her.
"You know Lorie Hammonds, I believe," Maleah said.
Mike nodded. His gut tightened.
"She has hired me, as a representative of the Powell Agency, to investigate two threats made on her life."
"You"re kidding me."
"No, I"m quite serious."
"Don"t tell me the Women for Christian Morality folks are after her again. Believe me, those ladies are harmless."
"I"m not familiar with that group, but I doubt they"re involved in this situation. Lorie has received two letters, one a month ago and a second this weekend. Both letters were identical, both were death threats."
"Did you see the letters?"
Maleah nodded. "Yes, one of them, the most recent. Unfortunately, she threw the first one away thinking it was a crank letter."
"Hmm...I wouldn"t take anything Ms. Hammonds says too seriously. She tends to be melodramatic sometimes. Actually, I wouldn"t put it past her to have written the letter herself in order to get attention."