She laughed.
“...visitations for rock music icon Cindel will be limited to friends and family only...”
Carly looked up and, immediately, I wrapped an arm around her.
Ryan had told me last night that Carly was attending a funeral visitation tomorrow. Cindel – just the one name – had been an opening act for Carly’s dad back in the day, and the lady had been one of the few who’d continued to come around and visit Carly after her dad died. She’d probably been the closest thing to a real mom Carly had for a long time. They’d grown apart over the last couple years, but Cindel had been there for Carly when a lot of others hadn’t.
As an image of the woman from her hey-day splashed across the screen, I pressed a kiss to Carly’s temple. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said, her voice sad. “I just wish I’d known she was sick. We hadn’t talked in years, though. I guess there was no way I could have known, but I wish I would have kept in touch better.”
She kissed my cheek and then pushed up, pacing the wide, open room. Stillness never sat well with Carly. Instead of following her, I stayed where I was.
The TV continued to play on, the volume too loud, but when Cameo went to change it, Carly said, “Leave it. I need the distraction.”
“...scandal involving drag racing down a suburban street in Anchorage, Alaska. Keown is on location in Anchorage while filming his upcoming action thriller. It is unknown if he’ll face charges.”
Carly snorted. “He won’t face charges. Again. He’ll end up dead or killing somebody and then everybody will be oh, how did this happen?”
The news continued to play, with Carly offering biting commentary from time to time. Dave suggested a BBQ joint for the stop in Memphis. As almost all of us were fairly fond of BBQ, that was a definite yes. Cameo was the only exception, being a vegetarian, and she shrugged.
“As long as I can get a salad, I’ll tolerate you all imbibing dead pig.”
“I’m eating cow,” I volunteered.
“I might try chicken,” Carly offered.
The discussion moved to Savannah and some sort of pirate house. Carly continued to pace, and I continued to watch her.
“It looks like the Hershel family will be adding to their family again. This makes number five in just as many years. We have to wonder just how Amber will ever get back in shape to go back to the silver screen...”
“Yeah, because that is of the utmost importance in life.” Carly stopped in front of the TV, her toes tapping out a beat on the thick carpet.
The gossip gave way to local news and we waited for her to change the channel, but she just stood there, staring at nothing as one, then two stories went by.
“In grimmer news, a young minister faces yet another tragedy.”
I focused on Carly as the group deliberated on stopping at some kind of cemetery in Savannah. A cemetery? Not that I cared. Wherever I was, as long as she was there, would be fine.
I glanced at the TV as a man’s image came across the screen. He was probably a few years older than me, and he had a tired, worn look to him. He looked like a man who’d seen some hard times, but still had a friendly sort of smile.
“Pastor Eric Haskell of Monterey, California, lost his wife to breast cancer late last year and now his daughter is missing.”
Ridley snorted. “Reap what you sow, Reverend.”
“Hey, you prick–” I snapped.
But even as I started to say more, the remote hit him square in the forehead.
The TV abruptly went silent. I glanced at it and saw ‘mute’ in green print flare across the screen before I turned to look at Carly. She was rigid, her entire body shaking as she glared at Ridley.
“What did you say?”
He rubbed his head, astonishment written on his face. “What was that for?”
She pointed a finger at him, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
There was an edge to her voice that I didn’t like. Slowly, I rose. “Carly...”
She ignored me, turning to look at the TV. The news was still rolling. It looked like the dad was giving an interview now.
“Sound on,” Carly said.
Nothing happened. The system was set up to respond to voice as well as the remote, but she’d probably accidentally turned that off when she’d smacked Ridley’s hard skull with the remote.
Cameo scooped up the remote and held it towards Carly. “Here.”
Carly’s hands were shaking. I saw the tremor as she grabbed the remote. “Ridley,” she said. Her voice was calmer now. Barely. “I’m asking again, what did you say?”
Ridley opened his mouth, then closed it. The dick finally realized he’d done something wrong, but clearly didn’t know what. Shrugging, he said, “Look, everybody knows those preachers are always crooked–”
“You think I care about a preacher?”
Apparently, she was too frustrated to mess with the voice control, because she punched a button on the remote and we all watched as the screen rewound.
“A kid,” she said, her voice flat as the newscast went in reverse. “This is about a kid who is missing.”
Instinct had me moving closer. I slid my arm around her waist. “Carly.”
I didn’t know if she even heard me. Her fingers slipped off the remote and a shudder ran through her.
Carefully, I tugged it away from her and hit the button until the news began to play at regular speed.
“Pause it, Bobby. Look at the damn screen and tell me what you see, Ridley,” Carly said, her voice odd. Tight.
I looked up, stared at the image of the little girl. She had golden blonde hair. Big blue eyes. She looked like a little doll. A solemn-eyed little doll, and like her dad, she looked like a person who’d seen too much.
“Nine year-old Haley was last seen yesterday morning, riding her bike...” the newscaster said.
“She’s just a baby,” Cameo said softly.
I glanced at Ridley, but he was looking outside.
“Ridley. Carly wanted to know what you saw on the screen,” I said, my voice hard.
“There were reports of a dark gray late model Dodge Caravan...”
The voice droned on as Ridley swung his head around, his sullen glare bouncing off me before it landed on the TV. It skipped away, and then returned.
“If anybody has information that can lead to location of nine-year-old Haley Haskell, please notify the Monterey Police Department or call...”
Carly jerked away from me and started to walk.
Ridley took a step as if to go after her.
Hell no.
I put myself in front of him, and this time, when he rammed into me, I rammed him back.
With my fist.
Chapter 18
“I’m not apologizing.”
Dave just lifted his eyebrow.
He’d gotten a promotion a few days after Jake’s fall. He’d been part-time for a while after his daughter had been born, but now he worked a full week. He didn’t live on the estate or work nights, but he’d been the obvious choice for the promotion. The team had teased him about it, called him Ryan, Jr. Which, I guessed, was fitting, since he’d taken Ryan’s former position. Ryan had taken over Jake’s. Not that anybody called Ryan Jake, Jr.
There would never be another Jake.
Ryan had kept his old office though, so I was in Jake’s former office, cooling off, or so I was told.
I was here because Ridley was in Ryan’s office.
“Is Ridley cooling off too?” I asked mockingly as I studied my knuckles.
“No.” Dave stretched out his long legs, his hands flat on his belly. “I believe the house staff is assisting–”
He stopped talking and straightened up, one finger to his right ear. He had his earpiece in. Ryan and Dave wore them almost all the time. The rest of us typically only wore them when we were on the clock, but Ryan was always on the clock and Dave took a radio with him when he went home at night. Me...well, the crew had asked that I always take my earpiece out as soon as I was done.