What Janie Saw. Pamela Tracy

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Название What Janie Saw
Автор произведения Pamela Tracy
Жанр Контркультура
Серия Mills & Boon Heartwarming
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you this whole thing’s become a mess. Kid might have been capable of murder, but not anymore. He died over the weekend in a meth explosion.”

      Rafe almost dropped the phone. “Accidental?”

      “We didn’t have reason to believe otherwise until we got the call about the art book this morning. Now there’s reason to look at the case again.”

      “Does Janie know?”

      “No.”

      “Send me what you’ve got so far concerning Derek Chaney. I’d like a copy of last’s night police report, too. I’ll be by with Janie this afternoon,” Rafe said, ending the conversation and ignoring the raised eyebrow Janie shot him. No doubt she didn’t like him making promises for her.

      Well, as a potential witness to murder, Janie was about to find out that certain obligations were not negotiable.

      He studied Janie’s expression: fear battling compassion with a dash of shock at being in such a situation.

      He understood that fear and shock, and was glad Janie had her big sister with her. The whole town knew Katie had pretty much raised Janie.

      Small towns weren’t big on secrets.

      “What don’t I know?” Janie asked.

      He’d hoped she’d let that part of his conversation with Nathan slip by. But, as an artist, details were her life, whether she created them or observed them.

      “Well?” she nudged.

      As much as he wanted to protect her, he had to prepare her. “You don’t know how ugly this case might turn out to be.”

      Janie and Katie looked at each other. He noted that Katie’s expression was starting to resemble Janie’s: it was one of fear.

      He booted up the computer and retrieved the file on Derek Chaney that Nathan had already sent. Silently, he skimmed the words before turning to Janie, sliding over some blank sheets of white paper taken from the bin of his printer and giving the direction, “Recreate everything from the art book that you remember.”

      “Everything? Can’t I just describe it to you?”

      “I want it written and drawn. We can’t afford to miss something. And you should re-create it while it’s still fresh in your mind.”

      “Can I do it at home?”

      Not a chance. He wasn’t about to let her leave. She pretty much lived at a zoo. He couldn’t imagine a place with more distractions. Plus, she was constantly rushing back and forth between her own classes at the University of Arizona and her lab assistant duties at Adobe Hills Community College.

      “No, I need you here. I want you to copy Chaney’s art book as closely as you can—presentation, margin, everything. If he wrote in pencil, I’ll get you one. If you need special artist supplies, give me a list.”

      She looked a bit shell-shocked. “This might take a while.”

      “Rafe,” Katie said, “I can see to it—”

      “No, she has to be here.”

      “But—”

      “I’ll do it.”

      Rafe wasn’t sure what had put a fire under Janie, but suddenly it was as if she had to get whatever she’d seen out of her.

      He watched as she frantically arranged herself so his desk became a drawing table. She brushed aside bits of something he couldn’t see and, without asking, moved some of his belongings aside. She then placed two pieces of paper, one on top of the other, in front of her. She held the pencil as if she were afraid it would explode. The point merely broke and he handed her another one.

      She made an attempt to draw something on the page. But it only took her a moment to wrinkle the paper and toss it in the trash. Two more pages quickly followed. Her hand was shaking badly—no wonder she couldn’t draw.

      Katie watched, her lips pressed together. “What kind of danger is Janie in, Sheriff? Are you going to arrest the kid who wrote the art book?”

      Of course that would be Katie’s first concern. She knew all about predators, though mostly the animal kind. Being a zookeeper did that. And she and Janie both understood what Rafe knew.

      The human predator wasn’t all that different.

      “Right now,” Rafe said, “we just have to focus on finding out what was in the art book so we can take the next steps. Derek’s not a threat to Janie.”

      Janie’s fingers tightened around the pencil, but she didn’t look at the paper. Instead she stared at Rafe. “What do you mean he’s not a threat? How can he not be a threat if what I read is true?”

      A case that already set his cop teeth on edge was going to get even uglier. She needed the truth. “Chaney’s dead. He died this weekend in a meth-lab explosion.”

      * * *

      GUILT PRICKLED UP the back of Janie’s neck even as she felt the floor tilt. She started to stand, wanting to run but unsure of where to go. Derek’s death wasn’t something she could escape from. Nor could she escape her guilt that she’d been relieved by Derek’s absence this past week.

      She hadn’t realized it would be permanent.

      She should have tried harder to reach the kid, to find out what made him so unhappy, so dark.

      Katie opened her mouth to say something, but Janie settled back into her seat and stopped her. “I’m fine. Really fine. I know what I need to do.”

      But crowded with three people, the walls of the office started to close in on her. The room was devoid of color.

      It made her remember living with her aunt. They’d rented a barren apartment, with no real colors anywhere to brighten the mood of the place. Until she picked up her paintbrushes and created.

      Rafe must have picked up on her assessment of his office. “We can do this somewhere else if you’d like? We have a nice conference room.”

      No, the brown, black and beiges of his office were fitting colors for what she was about to do. If they walked through the police station again, she’d have to see the men in uniform. She’d have to think about how they shone their flashlights while they searched for people on the run. Rafe was dressed like one of those cops, even though he was the sheriff. His badge was bigger, too.

      “Here’s fine,” she managed to say.

      Katie excused herself and went to find the ladies’ restroom. Janie relaxed a little bit. She should have come by herself, should never have dragged a pregnant Katie along.

      “I’m sorry you have to go through this,” Rafe said.

      She’d heard that line before, from cops even.

      Rafe didn’t look like any of the cops she’d met, though. His black hair was somewhat short, straight, and only mussed where he’d run his fingers through it in frustration. His piercing eyes were as black as his hair. He gazed at her as if he could see past the facade she presented the public. He was a big guy, solid. He was the kind of guy who would catch you when you fell and not grunt because you weighed more than one-thirty.

      She got the feeling he really was sorry.

      But many of the cops she’d dealt with had been sorry for what they’d put her through. Rafe was no different. She didn’t need his sympathy. After all, he would only be sorry until he didn’t need her anymore. Then he’d forget her as the next day, the next crime, dawned.

      Typical cop, or sheriff, or person in authority, or whatever.

      Janie’d learned at a young age to only trust herself and her sister, Katie. That was why Janie drew animals. They gave no false pretenses, had no ulterior motives.

      “Yeah, I get it.” Janie’s goal right now was the same as it always was