Page 33 of Sheltered by the Lawman

Chapter 11

CULL HAD DONE a good job of steering clear of the ranch, and Monica, for a few days. He felt like an ass, but if he didn’t stay away they were bound to get caught up in a sticky situation. Although he wanted her, he couldn’t step into anything until he knew where they were headed. She wasn’t the type a man could spend some intimate time with and then move on.

Good news was, he’d spent the last forty-eight hours digging deeper into the mysterious case of the dead man. He hadn’t found a lot of answers, but he felt like he was closer. His buddy, Deke, couldn’t be reached. Cull took it upon himself to drive the two hours away to speak to the dead man’s wife, Priscilla Yates. He was grateful she’d taken some time to speak with him, although the chat had lasted less than ten minutes. He could tell when a person held all their cards close, and that woman was trained at saying the right thing, not unlike many politicians. He did know one thing, Ms. Yates wasn’t the teary-eyed window she portrayed on all the recent appearances. She’d sobbed in front of the cameras, but she didn’t shed one tear in front of Cull. In fact, it was professional all the way, not something he expected from a woman whose husband had died brutally.

He leaned back into the seat of his truck and grabbed his coffee espresso from the console and took a long drink. Damn. It had long grown cold.

Thankfully, he was friends with the coroner who examined Yates. Glancing over at the folder that he’d received from that office, he opened it to look at the postmortem shots of the body and the crime scene.

Shuffling through the photos, several things stood out to Cull. There were definite signs of a struggle. From the pattern of blood spatter and smears, it was obvious that the man who was listed as six one in height and two hundred pounds had put up a fight. How could petite Monica stab her lover while he’s fighting and finish him by strangling him with a piano wire? Next question, how did she manage to walk through the lobby of the motel without one spot of blood on her clothing? The forensic investigator had used luminol and no trace amounts of blood were found in the bathroom, or anywhere in the room except for the hallway in front of the door. The blood from the scene was tested. The DNA of two people were found. One was the victim’s and the other was unidentified because the samples were contaminated.

Cull had always heard from his father that anything that smelled fishy was fishy. Plain and simple. What he’d bet his savings on was that the killer tracked Yates to the motel and Monica happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. She saw the killer’s face and hurried out of motel. And what she was guilty of was not reporting a crime. Maybe she was scared that the killer would find her, or that she would give away the fact that she was sleeping with a married man. Either way, something had to force her to go into hiding and then show up at her apartment at the very time someone was waiting for her. He didn’t believe in coincidences any more than he believed in love at first sight.

Closing the folder and dropping it on the seat, he laid his head back and sighed in frustration. Maybe he was grasping for the implausible. Maybe he wanted so badly for her to be innocent that he couldn’t see the clues of guilt through his own biased thoughts.

That made this case even that much crazier. He’d never lost sight of clues of facts.

Rubbing his eyes, he was ready for some shut eye.

He started to reach for the key, ready to head home, when he saw lights coming up the street. He ducked down and watched the person in the car type in the code at the gate in front of the Yates’s home. Cull grabbed his phone and took a quick picture just before the person continued up toward the house. The driver didn’t shut off the car, but waited until the garage door opened and he pulled in.

Cull checked the time. Twelve-ten A.M. Too late for a business meeting. This painted a different picture for Cull. The forlorn widow wasn’t so forlorn after all. That didn’t make her bad, but it did make him more suspicious. So, Mr. Yates wasn’t the only one who had a wandering GPS.

Picking up his phone, Cull dialed Kace’s number and he answered on the third ring. “This better be good,” his brother grumbled.

“I need you to look up a license plate number for me.”

“Couldn’t this have waited until morning.”

“No. Sorry. I’ll be sending a picture via email.”

“Fine, but I’m not going into the office until morning,” Kace yawned.

“Alright, but I need the owner of the vehicle ASAP.” Cull watched the house wishing he had x-ray vision.

“First thing tomorrow. I’m hanging up now. I don’t know about you, but I need my beauty sleep if I’m getting on a bull tomorrow.”

There was a click and the phone went dead.

Feeling like he wasn’t going to get anywhere tonight, he started his truck and headed home. He had a hankering to see Monica, but it was best he steered clear. When he had some information to pass along, or she got her memory back, then they could start putting the puzzle pieces together.

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“So, you’re the guest?”

Monica looked up from where she was slicing cucumber for the salad to the beautiful woman she recognized as Kiersten. Even if Monica hadn’t seen the picture in the apartment she would have recognized the woman from anywhere. She looked just like the Cade clan, yet feminine, modelesque. “Yes, I’m Monica.”

“Nice to meet you finally. I’m Kiersten.”

“I didn’t know you were home.” Monica watched the woman watching her, feeling a bit intimidated. Then a smile swept over her features.

Kiersten crossed the space and Monica held out her hand, but the lovely woman chuckled. “Honey, we hug around these parts.”

Monica was pulled in for a tight hug.

They parted, and Monica felt even more now that the Cade family were the kindest people. “I owe you an apology. I borrowed some of your clothing.”

With a wave of a hand and wink, Kiersten said, “No worries. Trust me, you’re not the only girl who has had to borrow some clothes.” She must have sensed Monica’s curiosity because she laughed. “I’m not talking about Cull, honey. That boy has never brought home a girl. So, you being here proves that my brother might not be as anti-committal as we all thought.”

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