The two agents left and Addy remained seated on the bed, drained from even that brief encounter. If they did return, she didn't think she could take it. And if she couldn't, how would Tommy?

"Well?" Liberty asked. She sat on a tree stump in the woods, peeling off the loose bark and casually chewing it.

"You were right," Cheatham admitted. "The guy's nuts. It'll take a shrink to get anything out of him. But he may not be able to help us. We're going to the Gripps' as planned. They could have seen something from across the inlet. It's the only other house visible from the Cooper home."

"Maybe." Liberty pulled a wooden thread from between her teeth. "Natural floss. I'll try to get up there and talk to him one more time. And if I can't get anything out of him, then it's the sister's turn. My nose tells me she's the bird we're after."

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

"s.h.i.t, s.h.i.t, they're coming, Frank." Abel dashed from the front of the house to the back several times, a cloud of smoke trailing behind him. "It's the feds, I just know it. I can spot an unmarked car a mile away."

"Let me get my shotgun," Clarence growled. "We'll blow them to kingdom come before they even set foot outta that Chrysler. We'll mount their heads on the wall next to that big old ba.s.s I caught last summer."

"Better yet, let's blow them to pieces with a chunk of that C-4, huh, Frank?" Abel asked. "There'd be nothing left to find."

"Would you two get your heads out of your a.s.ses before they get here? Let's see what they're up to first." Frank hobbled to the kitchen window and peered out at the black sedan stopping out front. They were so obvious. They wouldn't last a heartbeat in the Gulf.

"They're comin' for us, Frank," Clarence exclaimed. "I ain't going to prison again, and sure as h.e.l.l not for murder. I didn't do nothin' wrong."

"You're the one who jumped on top of the guy," Abel said.

"I tripped," Clarence insisted. "But I'm not the one who shoved the stick through him."

"Shut up," Frank yelled. "They're here."

After the two FBI agents identified themselves, Frank invited them inside. As their eyes scanned the house and the husky one glanced out the back window to the inlet beyond, Frank stood at the kitchen counter, his .357 Magnum in the drawer by his hand.

"So, have you found out who killed that poor guy?" he asked.

"Not yet, but we have some leads. We know the police asked you some questions, but would you recount where you were and what you were doing the day of the murder?" Cheatham sat on the couch and Gra.s.sley on the chair next to him.

Frank, Abel, and Clarence took turns telling the agreed-upon story. They were all watching the Orioles play the Yankees and didn't see or hear anything. Frank wanted to knock the c.r.a.p out of Clarence for offering information beyond what he had told him to say. Clarence was hopping around and seemed so nervous Frank was afraid he would pee his pants.

"Have any of you found anything unusual on or around your property?" Gra.s.sley asked.

Frank shifted uncomfortably. "Like what?"

"We think the reporter had a camera with him at the time, but we can't be sure," Cheatham said.

Frank's heart stopped, then restarted. "Why would it be on our property? Seems to me if it's anywhere, it's on the property of the folks across the way."

"You're probably right," Cheatham said. "But we need to check every possibility. I doubt it would have washed up on sh.o.r.e if it had fallen into the inlet. It was too heavy. But the police plan to have divers out in the morning searching the waters. We're hoping to get lucky."

"Yeah, well, good hunting."

When the agents finished their questioning, Frank stood at the kitchen window as they slowly drove away.

"A camera. A f.u.c.king camera," Clarence shouted. He ran to the door as the agents' car bounced along the rutted road. "Now what the f.u.c.k are we gonna do, Frank? Huh? Mr. Brains has got all the answers, so what are we gonna do? That f.u.c.king reporter took pictures of us-of you putting together a bomb or something. Jesus Christ, what are we gonna do?"

"I swear to G.o.d, Clarence, I'm gonna f.u.c.king kill you if you don't shut the f.u.c.k up. That's what I'm gonna do." Frank struggled to within inches of Clarence and stared angrily at him.

"They said they didn't know for sure if that guy had a camera with him, but we have to be sure. He didn't have anything on him when we got to him, but it could have fallen somewhere. Since they've searched every inch across the way, it could be on our land. If we don't find it first, Clarence, you could wind up sharing a cell with some guy who fancies dumb a.s.ses."

Addy sat on the couch idly flipping through fabric swatches as Dee-Dee plopped down sample books. She was trying to brighten the kitchen with color and paint, a task she had been antic.i.p.ating until now.

After a moment of stability, her life had once again derailed.

Even after losing her job, Maureen, and her grandmother, she had believed she could start fresh in Deale with her brother. But now this had to happen. Tommy had nothing to do with the death of the reporter, but no one but her would believe him. So far she had managed to safeguard him from false accusations, and she hoped her luck would hold in at least this one area.

Then there was her confusion over Liberty and Karen.

Liberty led such an exciting life traveling and fighting for what she believed in. Karen was, well, Karen-her first love. She was s.e.xy as h.e.l.l, but Addy couldn't get past the betrayal. After all these years, why couldn't she get Karen out of her bloodstream?

"Addy?"

"Huh?"

"I said, what do you think of this plaid? h.e.l.lo? Where've you been?"

"Oh, uh, yes, that's nice, Dee-Dee."

"You're thinking about Karen."

"How did you know?"

"It hasn't been that long since you were all dreamy-eyed over her. h.e.l.l, I'm surprised you're the one who got through high school and went on to college. You didn't seem to pay much attention in cla.s.s, especially if Karen was there. I busted my a.s.s and my parents were thrilled if I brought home Cs."

"You never busted your a.s.s studying in high school."

"I did if you count Mr. Peterson, who nearly broke his hand spanking me."

"Mr. Peterson spanked you? My G.o.d, what did you do?"

"I was a very naughty girl, and Mr. Peterson liked his girls naughty." Dee-Dee giggled and winked.

Addy rolled her eyes. "Geez, Dee-Dee."

"Hey. I graduated, didn't I? But enough about me, although it is my favorite subject. What's up with you and Karen? Why can't you two get along?"

"You know why." Addy picked up another book of swatches.

"Come on. You can't be serious. That old story about Miss Wilson-who, by the way, was pretty d.a.m.n hot. Still is."

"You've seen her?"

"Seen her? I've slept with her. She's still teaching gym, and, for a woman her age, she still has a great a.s.s."

"You see?" Addy snapped. "You and Karen are both so casual in your s.e.xual relationships. It doesn't matter who it is. Whatever happened to monogamy, loyalty, respect?"

"Now wait a minute, Addy." Dee-Dee put her swatch book on the coffee table. "Don't go confusing Karen's one mistake years ago with my extracurricular activities. She's suffered enough, don't you think?"

"Suffered? Suffered? She broke my heart. I was-no, still am-hurt. Do you call sleeping with Miss Wilson suffering?"

"Well, no, now that you mention it-"

"I can't possibly see how Karen has suffered the way I have." Addy knew the pitch of her voice was steadily rising, but she couldn't help it.

"She's in love with you, you idiot. Can't you see that?"

Addy stared at her, trying to comprehend what she'd said.

Why, Karen probably never gave her a second thought now, except when she tried to act all macho around Liberty. She was handsome, smart, and kindhearted, and she treated Tommy as though he was her own brother. She was a great catch. Surely she had found someone by now. Or perhaps she still wasn't interested in settling down with one person.

"Did she tell you that?" Addy asked softly.

"She didn't have to. All she's done since you left is talk about you, about the great times you two used to have. It's obvious in her face, in the way she looks at you. And, honey," Dee-Dee rested her hand on Addy's arm, "I see it in your face too. Whenever she's around, your eyes never leave her. You still love her, don't you?"

It was a statement, not a question, and Addy wanted to say no. But she couldn't. It had taken her a long time to sift through the anger and hurt to discover the love still buried within. But was it too late to rescue what was left? Could she forgive Karen, or was it time to move on?

"You can't go home again."

Fern bustled into the room, a bolt of fabric under one arm.

"Sure you can. You just can't have the same expectations. What are we talking about?"

"We are talking about nothing in particular," Dee-Dee said.

"I remember after the death of my first husband, Wilfredo-G.o.d rest his soul-I moved back into Mama's house. Ay-ay-ay, what a time that was. Mama had been all set to turn my bedroom into a tattoo parlor. Daddy was a sailor, you see, and Mama had insisted she be the only one to inflict that kind of pain on him. No going off to some distant port like Hong Kong to get an obscene tattoo that wouldn't come off. Of course, nowadays, you can have them removed. As a matter of fact, I read an interesting book about that recently. They actually take a laser and-"

"Fern," Addy said.

"Yes, dear. My point was that Mama didn't convert my room into a tattoo parlor after all. A year later I married Mario-G.o.d rest his soul too-and after Mama died, the house burned down. So you see, it all worked out in the end."

Addy tried to understand what Fern was saying, but it hurt her head too much, so she finally gave up.

"As I was saying," Dee-Dee continued, "aren't you two supposed to be going out to dinner soon?"

"Sat.u.r.day. She's taking me to Petey Green's."

"So much better, and a lot more romantic than the Happy Harbor. Though I happen to like the type of instant mashed potatoes they use at the HH. But can't you see? She's trying to make amends, get back in your good graces. If you just give her a chance, it could be as good as or even better than it was before. At least try."

Addy wasn't sure Dee-Dee was right, but at least she could hear what Karen had to say. If Karen still cared for her, as Dee-Dee said, maybe she'd reformed. She would give Karen an opportunity to prove herself over dinner. After that, well, she'd just have to see.

"This fabric you selected for the kitchen curtains is lovely, dear," Fern said. "I can have these sewn up in no time. Has anyone seen Chauncey lately? He was supposed to fix that broken curtain rod, but he's not around."

Liberty entered the living room and flopped down on the sofa next to Addy, her shoulder touching hers. "The last I saw him was the day the FBI paid their visit," Liberty said. "Or, I should say, just before the FBI arrived. I wonder where he went."

"It was rather odd," Addy said. "I told him they were coming and he said he'd stay near the house. But then he disappeared."

The heat from Liberty's shoulder seared her skin, bare in her sleeveless shirt. A distant throb flared to life and she crossed her legs to mute it.

"Interesting," Liberty said.

"Hiya, babycakes," Dee-Dee cooed, rising from her chair to sit on the armrest. She stretched out across the back of the couch and tousled Liberty's hair. "Whatcha been up to?"

Liberty was torn between visually devouring the voluptuous cleavage thrust upon her and her desire to get cozy with Addy.

Her professional instincts won out.

"I've been trying to discover the source of some pollutants in the waters of the Chesapeake. I suspect industrial waste dumping, and I want to bring those responsible to justice. Fines aren't enough for those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. The fish and crabs, as well as sh.o.r.e birds, suffer terribly from it, not to mention the wetlands."

"Isn't she cute?" Dee-Dee asked, smiling at Addy. "My little environmental do-gooder."

She pinched Liberty's cheek and Liberty peeked uneasily at Addy, who avoided her glance. Aside from Dee-Dee's bodacious b.o.o.bs dangling tantalizingly before her, Liberty reflected on Chauncey Velasquez's disappearance. His absence suddenly became a giant question mark in her mind, and she vowed to investigate his story thoroughly.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

Petey Green's on Drum Point Road didn't have a view of the water like the restaurant Calypso Bay, but the food was pretty good, considering it was in Deale. The small place had a dozen tables or so, if you didn't count the counter-height tables near the bar, and the ambience was indeed much better than that of the Happy Harbor. Karen and Addy sat near the window at the front and perused the menu.

"Wine?" Karen asked.

"That sounds lovely."

Karen ordered the wine, then returned to her menu, occasionally peeping over the top of it at Addy. She was excited to finally spend time with Addy again, yet worried because of what Tommy had said to her. Could the one woman who made her feel like she mattered be a murderer? Surely she was protecting herself, or Tommy, from harm. She couldn't possibly hurt anyone otherwise. But what could the reporter have done to cause such a response?

"The seafood Alfredo is very good," Karen said.

"I'm sure it is, but, oh, the calories."

"You don't need to worry about that." Karen admired Addy's figure. "You're in even better shape than you were in high school."

Addy blushed. "Thank you. So are you."

Karen warmed under Addy's gaze. All the old stirrings rose to the surface, feelings she'd never had for anyone else. She'd been with several women since Addy left, and though she'd had a good time, she missed the connectedness she'd shared with Addy since childhood. Her indiscretion had changed that, but they were still meant for each other. G.o.d, she missed Addy so much. But she needed to exonerate her from any involvement in this Vinson situation. Karen didn't want a cloud hanging over her or her brother, and it was better that she be the one to clear them.

Once the waiter took their order and left, Karen lifted her winegla.s.s. "It's great having you back in Deale, Addy. Welcome home."