There was muffled choking on the other end of the call which told Jason loud and clear what his brother thought of the idea of running for office. Or using his family connections.
“Never say that out loud again. I mean never.”
“Then I better hang up because I can’t think of any other way to solve your problem. I’ll call you in the morning.”
Jason rang off and then quickly dialed Jared, hoping he wouldn’t wake the baby, Elizabeth Rose. Jared picked up on the first ring.
“Did I wake her?” Jason asked, taking a swig from his beer bottle.
“She’s asleep and so is Misty. Let me get into the den so I won’t bother her.” Jason heard the sound of a door and then another. “Okay, we can talk. I’ve got information for you. Really interesting stuff.”
This was the first good news of the day.
“I’m listening.” Jason slid the pen and notebook in front of him and paged to an empty space. “Go ahead.”
“You asked me to investigate your neighbor Brinley Snow and I did find out a few things. She had a restraining order against some guy – Tom Leeds – back in Chicago. From what I can tell he was the father of one of her students. Apparently Brinley felt the little girl should be held back a year and the father lost his ever-loving mind. Started following her around. Showing up at restaurants and movies. Sitting in front of her apartment. She received threatening letters and Leeds even tried to get her fired. Told the school board she was hitting and verbally abusing the kids in her class. It was a fucking mess.”
“Let me guess. They had to investigate her because of the allegations.”
Anger churned in Jason’s gut at the unjustness of Brinley’s situation. Anyone who had spent five minutes with the woman would know she wouldn’t hurt or abuse someone.
“It gets better. Leeds was a big shot in the Windy City and had a couple of board members in his pocket to make her life extra special horrible. Eventually the whole case fell apart when several influential parents came to her defense but it was a real cluster for awhile. Brinley resigned and took a year off tutoring at one of those centers for gifted children. I’m not sure how she heard about the opening in Tremont but she was hired and moved here in April.”
And moved in next door the first week of May. Only days after Mrs. Barnes had moved out and into an assisted living facility.
“Maybe Leeds isn’t over the whole thing, although how he would know Roger Gaines I have no idea. You didn’t find a connection?”
“None,” Jared said flatly. “And believe me, I looked. If they’ve ever had any contact they’ve hidden it well. I’d make sure you protect Ms. Snow. If Leeds is out there and still upset, he might escalate from stalking to something more up close and personal.”
Which reminded him that Brinley was out of his sight. After hearing this he couldn’t let that happen.
“Where was Leeds at the time of death?”
“A birthday party for his daughter. Plenty of witnesses but he’s rich enough to hire people.”
“It’s a stretch,” Jason admitted. “It’s doubtful Leeds would go off after all this time.”
“I’m not done researching him. If there’s something there I’ll find it,” Jared vowed. “Which reminds me, I’ll have more information for you on Roger Gaines by morning. I’ve got a program running right now.”
“Add one more. Anita Hazlitt.” Jason spelled her name and gave the few particulars that he had. “I want to talk to her. Preferably tomorrow. If you don’t have time I can do it.”
“Then let me get back to work. If I have any issues I’ll send you a text by midnight. You’ll be awake?”
“Aren’t I always?” Jason couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of his tone but Jared wasn’t a man to take offense easily. “Seriously, I’ll be up. Tonight’s going to be one of those nights.”
“Then I’ll report back. Talk to you later.”
Jared hung up, leaving Jason pondering everything he’d learned. Perhaps it was time for him and Brinley to have a heart to heart talk.
Just how many secrets did his pretty neighbor have?
*
It was another gorgeous summer night and Brinley should have been relaxed, enjoying the cooler evening temperatures. But she couldn’t stop thinking about the break in and the thought of someone pawing through her belongings. She’d walked through this morning and nothing looked missing. Richard had probably scared off the burglar before he’d had a chance to steal anything but it was still unnerving.
She’d moved here for a fresh start. A new home.
She’d wanted to feel safe and now she felt anything but.
“Are you sure you don’t want a glass of wine? It might help you sleep.”
Fran held up the bottle of Chardonnay but Brinley shook her head. She wasn’t a huge fan of alcohol and with the wheels turning in her brain a mile a minute even a whole bottle of wine wasn’t going to make her sleepy. She was wide awake.
“No, thank you. I really just came over here to thank you both for everything. For scaring away the intruder and then meeting the repairman today. I feel so lucky to have such great neighbors.”
Jason, too, but she didn’t mention him. Her personal feelings for the handsome man were all mixed up with the drama of murder. She was attracted to him but it was more than that. When she was with him she felt safe.
And after everything she’d been through she knew how special that was.
“Will you be gone tomorrow too?” Fran asked, settling back on the lounge chair with a contented sigh. “I can let the repairman in again.”
When Brinley had become friends with Fran and Richard she’d given them a spare key and they’d happily given her one of theirs. She’d let in the pest control man for the couple just a few weeks ago.
“I’m not sure what Jason has planned but if you could I would be very grateful. It’s such an eyesore right now.”
“You should have seen our kitchen when we remodeled. Complete and total devastation. We ate out for months.” Richard laughed and refilled his glass, nodding toward her driveway. “Looks like you have company.”
Brinley wouldn’t have used such a polite word.
Greg was hopping out of his car and striding up her front porch steps, not seeing her on the deck between the houses. For a moment she pondered letting him bang on the door while she hid in Fran and Richard’s house but that was the coward’s way. She needed to deal with Greg once and for all.
The relationship wasn’t going to go anywhere. She hadn’t given him a thought last night or all day. If she were being brutally honest, he had nothing on Jason Anderson. It wasn’t even a competition.
“I’ll go talk to him. I’ll be right back.”
It wouldn’t take long. She wasn’t planning on dragging this out. She met him at the bottom of her porch steps as he turned to leave.
“Greg, I didn’t know you were coming over.”
Because you didn’t call. Again. Asshole.
Greg was apparently the type that thought women were sitting around twiddling their thumbs until a man called or showed up. He must have been pissed about her absence because she’d heard him pound on the front door as if he owned the joint. Her creep detector was going off big time. She needed to cut this guy loose for good.
His thunderous expression instantly changed to a charming smile. “Brinley, I thought you weren’t home. I was hoping we might have a glass of wine together.” Greg held up a bottle. “But now I’m just worried about you. What happened to your door?”
“Someone broke in. They kicked in my door so I’m waiting for a new one.” Brinley took a deep breath. She hated this part of dating. “Listen, Greg, you’re a nice guy and all but I just don’t think this is going to work out between us. I hope we can be friends.”
Or not. Whatever. Don’t feel obligated to stay in touch. I won’t.