Cold Dawn Part 3

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She couldn't bear to think about that now and headed outside with him. Across the street on the common, kids and teachers from a local nursery school were building snowmen. Rose could hear their laughter and hoped what she'd seen that morning had been a terrible accident.

She crossed Elm Street and continued up Main, pa.s.sing the only flower shop in town, cyclamen and pots of ferns in its window, but her mind was back at the Whittaker estate. She could smell the smoke and see the pieces of gla.s.s embedded in what she knew, in her gut, was Derek Cutshaw's burned body.

There was no question in her mind. The fire hadn't been an accident.

Derek had been murdered, and his killer could still be in Black Falls.

By the time she and Ranger reached O'Rourke's, a bar and restaurant whose owner, Liam O'Rourke, was a longtime friend of all three of her brothers, Rose was aware of Nick ambling behind her. He caught up with her as she started up the stone steps to O'Rourke's front door, a couple of big green shamrocks already stuck on the gla.s.s ahead of St. Patrick's Day.



"Pretty town," Nick said as he eased in on her right side. He'd zipped up his coat, his only apparent concession to the cold walk up Main Street. "Did you ever build a snowman on the town common when you were a tot?"

"Not that I recall, no." Rose cast him a sideways glance. "I've partic.i.p.ated in a few s...o...b..ll fights, though."

"My fair warning." He glanced out at the quiet street. "A lot of questions were raised back at the cafe."

She pulled her hand from the door. Ranger sat quietly, expectantly, next to her.

"Rose, last March, Derek Cutshaw and two of his ski-b.u.m friends got into a fight here at O'Rourke's with the owner's cousin, a local stonemason.

"Bowie O'Rourke," Nick said.

"Sean told you the story?"

"That's right. He, A.J. and Elijah were all in town that night. Derek insulted Hannah and wouldn't leave her alone. His friends joined in, but he was the ringleader. Sean hauled Hannah out of here before she could rip out a few eyeb.a.l.l.s. Bowie stayed and ended up getting arrested."

"He's still on probation," Rose said. "No charges were filed against Derek and his two friends. He hurled most of the insults. He cut close to the bone, even bringing up Hannah's mother, who used to work here before she died, and implying Hannah-well, it doesn't matter now."

"You weren't here that night."

Her mouth was dry, her heart beating rapidly. "No, I wasn't."

She yanked open the door and bolted inside ahead of Nick. Ranger flopped down in a corner. O'Rourke's only did a light lunch business, and she knew Liam wouldn't mind. She climbed onto a high stool at the dark wood bar. Nick stayed on his feet, taking in the scattering of empty tables, the deep red walls and the black-and-white framed photographs of old Black Falls. Tall, broad-shouldered Liam was behind the bar, polis.h.i.+ng a gla.s.s with a white cloth and regarding Rose with open suspicion, as if she'd brought bad luck.

She couldn't pretend not to know Nick, and introduced him. "Liam, this is Nick Martini of Cameron & Martini."

"Yeah, I know," Liam said. "He was with you this morning. I heard. This town's too small for something like that not to get around fast. The dead man's Derek Cutshaw, isn't it?"

Rose nodded. "I'm almost positive, yes."

Liam filled the gla.s.s he'd been polis.h.i.+ng with water from a small stainless-steel sink, then set it in front of her. "He was in here last night."

"Alone?"

"Yeah. I haven't seen much of him this winter but I knew he was back in Vermont. He had coffee and a sandwich and left. No alcohol. He's a mean b.a.s.t.a.r.d when he drinks." Liam sighed. "Or was, anyway."

Rose contained any reaction. "Have you seen Bowie yet today?"

"He's working out at the lake. He'll stop in later."

If Nick knew what "out at the lake" meant, he kept it to himself. Bowie O'Rourke and Hannah Shay had grown up together in an isolated hollow a few miles past the Whittaker place. Bowie still lived there.

Rose drank some of the water Liam had placed in front of her. "Given Bowie's history with Derek and where he lives-"

"The police will want to talk to him if they haven't already," Liam said heavily. "I've had my issues with Bowie, but he had nothing to do with Cutshaw's death. You know that, don't you?"

"Of course," she said, resisting the temptation to look at Nick for his reaction.

Liam grabbed his cloth and another gla.s.s. "What about you, Rose? Have you had much to do with Cutshaw lately?"

"I barely knew him."

"Then what was he doing out at the Whittaker place?"

She drank more of her water, just to give herself something to do and repeated what she'd told the police and then Myrtle Smith. "I have no idea." She slid off the stool and stood up straight, turning to Nick, who hadn't said a word since entering O'Rourke's. "I'm sure I'll see you back at the lodge at some point."

Ranger jumped up and followed her outside. Rose grabbed his leash in one hand and broke into a run. He matched her stride, his tongue wagging, as if he thought they were finally playing-finally having the fun he'd antic.i.p.ated at dawn.

The wind and cold whipped tears out of her eyes, and when she reached her Jeep, she choked back a sob and got Ranger into the back, patting him, hugging him. He was so d.a.m.n soft, so warm and reliable.

"I can tell you anything, can't I, buddy?" She sniffled and stood up straight, laughing at his eager expression as he panted at her. "Good dog, Ranger. Good dog."

She shut him in and climbed into the front seat. She checked her rearview mirror but didn't see Nick on Main Street. She wouldn't be surprised if he was having a beer with Liam, getting what he could out of him about her, Derek Cutshaw and life in Black Falls.

In his place, Rose thought, she'd probably do the same.

She started the Jeep, picturing the backpack and sleeping bag in the shed. Had Derek planned to camp there, waiting for her? He wouldn't have come to her house. He'd have known she wouldn't have let him in. Out at the boarded-up farmhouse on the river, he'd have been able to catch her by surprise, force her to talk to him. But why now? Why after a year?

Nick.

Had Derek found out Nick was in town and would come to see her?

But how would he know, and why would he care?

I still care about you, Rose.

She knew better. Derek had never cared about her in any of the ways that mattered.

She pushed back her questions and circled around the common-the children and their teachers still hard at work on their snowmen-and drove out toward the lake and Bowie O'Rourke, hoping this time Nick Martini wouldn't follow her.

Four.

R ose navigated the dirt road-now covered in snow and ice-along the sh.o.r.e of a spring-fed glacial lake a few miles outside the village and pulled in behind Bowie O'Rourke's mud-and-salt-encrusted van. He'd parked in front of the dozen small, run-down cabins on twenty acres that her father had left to Jo Harper, a shock to everyone in Black Falls, including Rose. She sometimes wondered if he'd suspected, at least intuitively, that his end was near and had deliberately put Jo into close proximity to Elijah, his second-born son, who had built a house just through the woods while on visits home from the army.

Leaving Ranger cozy in the back of her Jeep, Rose picked her way along an icy path to the cabin where Jo and Elijah had holed up when they ran off together as teenagers. An angry, frustrated Drew Cameron had discovered them. Jo, the daughter of the Black Falls police chief, had just graduated from high school. Elijah, a year older, had been knocking around town, aimless. After their three days on the lake had been disrupted, Elijah left Black Falls for boot camp and a career in the Special Forces, Jo for college and the Secret Service.

The cabin door was open, and Rose found Bowie inside, wearing his usual bright orange sweats.h.i.+rt, complete with stains and tears, and baggy work pants. His black lab, Poe, was curled up on the sagging floor. Bowie was as tall and broad-shouldered as his cousin Liam, although their similarities ended there. Bowie had grown up in tougher circ.u.mstances, and his ready fists and impatience with bullies had put him on the wrong side of the law, as recently as last March when he'd stood up for Hannah in his cousin's bar.

And for me, Rose thought.

Another of her secrets.

"Hey, Rose," Bowie said, standing up from an open metal toolbox. "Where's Ranger?"

"Asleep in my Jeep."

"Afraid Poe would corrupt him?"

She reached down and rubbed the lab's stomach, then stood up straight again. "Poe's a great dog. He misbehaves from time to time, but that's not his fault."

"It's because I haven't trained him."

She smiled. "Exactly. You haven't trained him because you don't care if he misbehaves."

"True, provided he doesn't bite small children, which he doesn't." Bowie shook his head, taking in the one-room cabin and its old, musty furnis.h.i.+ngs. "Jo's crazy. She should bulldoze all these cabins and sell the land to you Camerons. The lodge could use some lakefront."

Black Falls Lodge was straight up the wooded hill behind the cabins. "Maybe she's nostalgic."

"Nostalgic? Jo?"

Rose ran her fingertips over the red-and-white-checked vinyl cloth that covered a rickety square table under the front window. "You know why I'm here, Bowie."

"Yeah. Yeah, I do. A couple of state troopers just left. They can't say for sure it was Cutshaw you found, but they know." He shrugged his big shoulders. "I answered their questions. I have nothing to hide. I'm not going to pretend I like Cutshaw any better now than I did this morning before I knew he was dead."

"When did you see him last?"

"The fight at Liam's place last year, at least as far as I know." Bowie placed a measuring tape encased in yellow plastic in his toolbox. "I'm on probation. I'm supposed to avoid alcohol, trouble and troublemakers."

Rose looked out at the lake, still and frozen in the winter sun. She could feel Bowie's eyes on her and turned to him.

"You have to back off and let the police do their job," he said, shutting his toolbox with the toe of his boot. "I have to check the rest of the cabins. Jo wants an idea of what she's up against. She knows. She just needs to hear it from someone else. Then Elijah's got some stonework for me to look at over at his place."

"Do you think Jo and Elijah will come back to Black Falls to live?"

"Eventually." He lifted his toolbox as if it weighed nothing. "Rose-"

"I'm okay, Bowie. I have some work I can do at home, and Lauren and I are planning winter fest weekend at the lodge. Have you heard from Hannah lately?"

"Emails once in a while. None today." He jerked at thumb at Poe, who eagerly jumped up next to him. "Does she know about the fire yet?"

"I haven't talked to her."

Nick could have called Sean by now and he could have told Hannah. Rose was aware of Bowie watching her in silence. He knew about her brief, troubled relations.h.i.+p last winter with Derek Cutshaw but nothing about Nick.

"Rose?"

"I'm on my way to the lodge," she said. "A.J. will have heard about the fire and likely have told Sean and Elijah. I don't need those three worrying about me."

"Not much you can do to stop them. Why's it so bad to have your big brothers worry about you?"

"I can take care of myself."

"Who said you couldn't?" With his free hand, Bowie scratched Poe's head. "How'd Ranger do with the fire?"

"He was confused at first, but he figured it out. He wasn't expecting to find a body. Neither was I."

"You two make a good team."

"I think so."

"But he's a dog," Bowie said with just the slightest hint of a smile.

Rose forced herself to smile back at him. "A dog is the best friend a woman could have, short of a stonemason willing to go to prison to save her reputation-"

"I wasn't willing. It just worked out that way. I didn't have to take the fight with Cutshaw as far as I did."

"You kept him from blurting out about my past with him." She watched a small clump of snow fall off the toe of her right boot and melt onto the cabin's worn floor. "Derek was a huge mistake on my part, but he also exaggerated and outright made things up about us. You stopped him from telling lies about me that I'd never have lived down-that would have hurt me professionally."

"It's okay, Rose," Bowie said gently. "I don't need to know the details. I didn't last year, and I don't now."

She looked up at him. He'd been Hannah's friend and defender since childhood, and now he was hers. He'd seen her and Derek together at Killington and had warned her to steer clear of him. By then, she'd already broken off with him. Derek had been volatile, possessive and verbally abusive, turning a few dates into far more than they'd ever been. Embarra.s.sed by her bad judgment, determined to get on with her life, she hadn't wanted anyone to know. Bowie had kept her secret.

Then came the fight at O'Rourke's and Bowie's arrest, and her father's death a few weeks later. She'd retreated into silence and solitude, focusing on her work.

Except for that night last June in Beverly Hills with Nick Martini.

"I would have told the police about Derek and me after your arrest last year," she said.

Bowie shrugged. "It wouldn't have made any difference."

"You don't have to hide anything on my account."

"I know that, Rose. Go on. Go see A.J. Better he hears the full story about this morning from you than from someone else."

She grinned suddenly. "Just what I need, another big-brother type trying to boss me around."

"Like anyone can boss you around. And I'm no Cameron. Not a chance. Call me if you need me." He opened the cabin door, the sunlight catching the ends of his dark curly hair as he gave her a serious look. "I didn't have anything to do with Cutshaw's death. I'm sorry it happened. I really am. I didn't like him and didn't want anything to do with him, but he should have had a chance to mellow."

Rose placed a hand on Bowie's muscular upper arm. "We don't know what happened today. Be careful, okay?"

"Yeah. You, too."

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