“It might be for the best.” Delta broached the subject gently, but not cautiously enough. “I don’t know if he’d be a good father.”
I stiffened. “Why not?”
“It’s not like he comes from a good family. And his dad?”
“He’s the reason Maddox wanted to be a father. He wanted the family he never had, Delta. We take it granted—your parents, what Granddad and Nana did for me when mine died. No one tucked Maddox in at night or threw a ball with him or helped him with school. He grew up with abuse and drugs and…” I didn’t even want to think of it. “I’m going to clear his name and win him back. He should know that kind of love.”
Delta quieted. “He might not forgive you for what you did.”
“I have to try.” The tears prickled my eyes. They stung, but not as much as the loneliness gnawing at my heart. “The baby needs a father. Maddox deserves a second chance. And I…”
I didn’t even know anymore. I just wanted answers. The mystery exhausted me, and every second it went unsolved tore me further from Maddox’s arms. Delta took my hand.
“What can I do to help?” she asked.
“You don’t happen to have a spare candy shop lying around do you?”
She giggled. “I’ll check my closet at home. Haven’t cleaned it out in a couple years. Maybe I’ll find something.” She picked up the papers at her feet, absently sorting through the piles. “You know, I used to have a ton of Nancy Drew books. Maybe…we could sort the suspects again?”
For all the good it’d do. I had two suspects, and neither made sense to me. Still, two heads were better than one, especially when mine was jammed full of anxiety, frustration, and baby names.
Delta woofed down her dinner and settled in on the floor. She agreed with me. We were missing something. No matter what angle I approached it, I couldn’t find enough evidence that proved or denied Chief Craig or Bob Ragen had anything to do with the fire. Every lead led to more uncertainty. We’d never figure it out without a confession.
But that meant confronting someone. I wasn’t prepared to piss off two of the most dangerous men in the city without Maddox at my side.
“Maybe it was Benjamin!” The idea struck Delta so suddenly she spilled her soda and tore the papers in her hand. Her smile grew into a hysterical laugh. “He wanted a new place where he could take Jean-Baptise on a walk, so he made his very own parkette.”
“Oh, right.” I rolled my eyes. “Mrs. Greentree too. They’re in cahoots. It was all a puppy conspiracy. They meant to breed Jean-Baptise and Millie so they could start a pet store!”
“A puppy mill!”
“Shih Poos everywhere!”
Delta giggled and checked her watch. “You should sleep, Josie. It’s late.”
“I will.”
“Seriously. You’re sleeping for two.”
I frowned. “I don’t…think that’s how it works.”
“Do you have any idea how a baby works?”
Good question. “I knew how to make one?”
“I don’t need the details.” She grabbed her purse and pointed me to the bedroom. “Go. Now. Seriously. And call Sean and tell him you need another day off. You should go to a doctor tomorrow and get checked out.”
“I will.”
She smiled and let herself out. “Night-night, Momma.”
Oh Lord. I wasn’t used to that nickname. I didn’t mind it though. I just wished Maddox was the one to hear the news first.
I peeled myself from the couch and avoided the containers of leftover Chinese. The smell wasn’t doing anything for my appetite. I battled my wavering tummy and stole the files Delta brought for me. I made it to bed without throwing up. A minor victory.
The papers from the insurance company weren’t new, just copies of the original documents filed after the adjustor walked with the fire marshal.
Except for a few.
Some of the pages were stamped VOID. I wasn’t sure why they were kept, or why they were stapled to the official paperwork. No one ever said Delta wasn’t organized—even if most of Saint Christie politely referred to her as dedicated instead of OCD, just like her mother.
But something was weird with the pages. Both the voided copy and official were signed by the adjustor. The official paper detailed the police findings—citing ARSON in bolded letters as the cause of the fire. I checked the second. That was the same. And they both detailed the same method—electrical tampering.
Except the voided copy included two additional words.
INSURANCE FRAUD.
“What in the world…” I stared at the page. It didn’t make any sense. I flipped to the official copy. Those words were missing, and the paper was signed and stamped a day later.