A single tear traced a line down her face, but she smiled. “I was glad it was you when I came to. I wasn’t afraid with you there.”
A comfortable silence settled between them. He knew this wasn’t the best place to talk about it, but his mouth overrode his head. “What happens now?”
He could see a small shadow move across her face and she looked away. “I feel happy,” she said and looked back at him. “I want to be with you, but…”
“But it’s complicated,” he finished for her.
“No,” she said. “It’s easy. I’ve always known in my heart that if you would take me back, I would go. I think Holt knows it too, but he’s been able to look past it. I just have to do this in my own way. Ok?”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m waiting for you to tell me you want me back.”
“I want you back.”
She smiled. “Are we going to be able to get through all this?”
“I’m willing to try.”
“That’s all I need to hear,” she said and touched his face. “Give me some time to deal with Holt. Just promise me you won’t make it hard on him. He’s a good man.”
“I’ll take it easy on him. A few rabbit punches and a Judo chop should do it.”
“He’d probably shoot you.”
“Bring it on.”
More silence and then Jaxon said, “How can you leave him so easily?”
She sighed. “It’s not easy. But he’s not you.”
“Have you really been pining away for me?”
“You wish,” but she smiled. “I know you’ve been blocking me out of your mind for a while, but I’ve thought about you almost every day. Whenever I thought of Michael, you were right there with him in my mind.”
“Then why Holt? What made you want to be with him?”
“I was lonely. I needed something to fill the huge void that was left by the loss of Michael and then the loss of you. If he hadn’t been there, I really believe I would have just dried up and blown away in the breeze.”
Jaxon’s radio squawked and he got up and answered it. “Jaxon.”
“Just letting you know of the shift change, sir. This is Michelson and it’s midnight.”
“Gotcha,” Jaxon said. “Try to stay alert out there.”
“Roger.”
“Jeffries out back,” another voice said and Jaxon acknowledged him too.
“Boy, I’m glad I don’t have to pull those shifts anymore. Has to be the worst.”
“Depends on who you spend it with,” Victoria said.
“I always got stuck with Wiesnewski. He smelled like cabbage.”
“And garlic,” she said, chuckling. “What the hell did that guy eat?”
“You mean what didn’t he eat. What’s an FBI stakeout like?” Jaxon asked.
“The same. Just add designer clothes.”
“Somehow, I believe you.”
She closed the laptop and yawned. “Alright, I’ve had enough. I’m going to take a nap. You get first watch.”
“Wanna’ fool around?”
“Yes.”
“Like that’s gonna happen.”
“You asked. I didn’t say we would be able to,” but she smiled, crossed over to his chair and gave him a soft kiss. “Later,” she whispered.
“You’re killing me.”
“Don’t die on me yet. We just found each other again.”
Chapter 42
Jaxon woke stiff and tired. Sleeping in a recliner was not one of his favorite things. Unless he’d had a twelve pack and some chicken wings. Victoria was missing and then he heard her voice coming softly from the kitchen. It sounded like she was talking to Mrs. Harrison.
He got up, stretched, and used the head by the front door and then followed the smell of coffee into the kitchen.
“Good morning, Detective,” Mrs. Harrison said. “Did you sleep ok?”
“Yes ma’am,” he lied and glanced at Victoria who looked perfect. She was grinning at him and he realized he must look rumpled. He reached up and felt his hair sticking up in clumps and smiled sheepishly.
“Here,” Victoria said handing him a cup. “Looks like you could use this.”
“Thanks.” He glanced at the clock and saw it was 7:30. She had let him sleep.
“I’m glad it was quiet last night,” Mrs. Harrison said. “I felt safer with you two down here.”
“No problem, ma’am. It was the least we could do,” he said.
“Will you be back tonight?”
“As long as it’s ok with your family,” Victoria said.
“Thank you,” she said and hugged Victoria. She looked surprised, but hugged her back after a second. “I’ve been so afraid for Lucas and Ellie. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to them.”
“We won’t let anything happen, Mrs. Harrison. Nobody will get within fifty feet of them,” Jaxon said.
“Do you promise?”
“Yes,” Victoria said.
Mrs. Harrison looked back and forth between the two and then said, “I believe you.”
“How are your other children handling this, Mrs. Harrison?” Victoria asked.
“Please, call me Natalie,” she said. “Do either of you have children?”
The temperature in the room dropped a couple of degrees and Jaxon saw Natalie’s face register confusion. Of course, she had no idea what that simple question meant to Victoria and him. He was about to answer when Victoria did it for him.
“Our son was killed, Natalie. Murdered.”
Natalie almost dropped her coffee and she looked back and forth between them. “Both your sons?” she asked.
“Victoria and I were once married,” Jaxon said. “We don’t mean to shock you, but there’s no nice way around the answer. The same bastard who is stalking these kids-your son-is the same man who took our son from us.” The venom in Jaxon’s voice even surprised him. “You see, we thought the man responsible for our son’s murder was rotting in a jail cell awaiting his turn to die. But, we were sorely mistaken.”
Victoria interrupted, “This information has just come to our attention. We would be aggressively trying to apprehend this madman regardless, but the case has our undivided attention now, if you understand my meaning. We will find this man and put an end to his atrocities one way or another.”
Natalie Harrison stood in shock. Her hand was raised to her open mouth and she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “Oh my God!” she said. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”
Victoria went to her. “It’s alright, Natalie. You had no idea. I’m sorry if we upset you, but I want you to know we will stop at nothing to get this guy. Nothing.”
“What’s going on, Mom?” Luke asked from the doorway. “Did something happen?”
All of them stood looking at each other for a moment and then Jaxon cleared his throat. “Everything’s fine, Luke. Nothing’s happened. Agent Elliot and I were just having a talk with your mother. Nothing to worry about,” and he smiled, though it felt strained.
He seemed to buy it. “Is Ellie up?” The tension broke and they all smiled at the boy.
“No, sweetie,” his mom said. “I haven’t seen her yet. It’s still early. Let her sleep, ok?”
“I’m awake,” Ellie said from the doorway, appearing just as Luke had from thin air. Jaxon wondered how much of the conversation the two kids had eavesdropped on. Luke turned and smiled bigger than any kid he’d ever seen and if he was acting, then Jaxon was a drag queen. They hadn’t heard a word and he was relieved. No sense in stressing out the kids any more than they already were.
“Hey,” Luke said.
“Hey,” Ellie said back. “Your hair is sticking up,” and she giggled.
He turned red and then pointed at Jaxon. “So’s his.”
Then they were all laughing and the dramatic conversation from a few minutes before was long forgotten. Kids had a tendency to do that.
Jaxon dropped Victoria off at her condo and went home to shower and eat. They would be pouring over all the files, new and old, trying to connect the dots. The information over the last few days had grown dramatically and they needed to devote some time researching any leads that may surface from reviewing old cases. Maybe a piece of the puzzle would fall into place. Jaxon knew that sometimes it was the smallest, seemingly trivial piece of evidence that could start an avalanche of discovery. There had to be something they were missing.