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Tender Is The Night(23)

By:Barbara Freethy


"You say it, but you don't mean it-not really."

Devin sighed. "I don't know what else to tell you. Just get your mom."

Val frowned but did as he asked.

"Sorry," Devin muttered. "I have told Val it's not her fault a thousand times."

"Probably as many times as everyone in your life has told you, but guilt isn't something that gets talked away."

"That's true."

"Maybe Val cared more for you than you cared for her."

"It's not about that. She's been involved with two different men since  Sam died. She broke up with the latest one last week; that's why she's  suddenly looking at me again. She doesn't like to be alone. She never  did, but now it's worse, because before she had a sister to call when  her life got too quiet, too empty. I'm fairly sure she used her mom to  get me to come over here-not just for her mom, but also for her. Look at  this house. It's like a mausoleum."

"It is depressing." She walked across the room and paused in front of  the fireplace. On the mantel were several framed photographs, one a  family shot of the Parkers, obviously taken in happier times. Like Val,  Samantha had dark brown hair and eyes, but she was more serious in  expression than Val. She had a penetrating gaze that was sharp and  intelligent. Her face matched that of her dad while her mom seemed to  look more like Val, with rounder, softer features. "Good-looking  family," she commented as Devin joined her.         

     



 

"I used to tease Sam about that picture. I told her she looked  suspicious, as if she thought the cameraman was there for some other  reason than to take a family photograph."

She smiled, happy to hear more nostalgic fondness than pain in Devin's voice. "She does have a wary look about her."

"She was always wary. She was always looking for a hidden agenda, a dark  secret. She would try to take people at face value, but she just  couldn't do it."

"Suspicion can make a good analyst, but it can also weigh you down."

"It weighed her down," Devin agreed. "I used to tell her to take some  time off, go on vacation, not take her work so seriously, but she never  listened. When she was on a case, she was a bulldog. She wouldn't eat,  wouldn't sleep. I think she had a little obsessive-compulsive in her.  But that determination usually got her to the truth. I remember one of  the training exercises at the academy. We were supposed to figure out  where two kidnappers had hidden three hostages they'd taken during a  bank robbery. There were six of us on the team, and five of us went in  one direction and Sam went in the other. She was convinced there was a  connection between one of the hostages and one of the kidnappers."

"I'm betting she was right."

"Yes, she was. She was always looking for the angle."

"You do that, too, Devin."

"Maybe I learned something from her."

"Maybe she learned something from you. I have a feeling your partnership  wasn't one-sided. I've only been working with you a few days, and I  already know that you bring a lot to the table."

"I'm surprised you'd say that. I haven't accomplished much the last year and a half."

"You've done a lot, but you're following someone who goes underground  for periods of time. You've had to wait, but you've kept the pressure  on, and you're still on the case. If you weren't, no one would know that  Monday's fire was important and connected to those in the past."

"Well, we still have to catch the person. We're a long way from doing that."

"Maybe not. Maybe we're closer than we think."

He smiled. "And here I thought this house would suck the life out of you."

"It is hard to be here, but in some ways it makes me more determined. It  reminds me that there's a real person whose life was lost."

He put his arm around her shoulders and gave her a hug. "Thanks, Kate."

"You're welcome," she said, wishing his hug hadn't ended so fast. As she  turned her gaze back on the pictures, she saw one of the family with  Devin at a baseball game. "Hey, you made the mantel."

"I told them to take that down, but since Sam is in it, it stays."

"And why shouldn't it? Your friendship with Sam was important to not  just the both of you but also the family." She moved on to the next  picture of a group of friends: Sam and Val with some other young men and  women. "Did Sam have a boyfriend?" she asked curiously.

"She had some off-and-on relationships. She dated a police officer here  in the city. When we came back for the arson cases, they reconnected for  a while. He was really distraught when she died."

Her gut tightened at that piece of unexpected information. "Sam was dating a cop here in the city?"

"Yes." Devin's gaze narrowed. "Why do you say it like it means something?"

"You said that you didn't know where she'd gotten the information to  change her profile ideas. Maybe it was from him. Was he helping you with  the case?"

"No, he wasn't involved in that at all. He worked narcotics."

"But he still had access to police records. What was his name?"

"Rob Hamilton. He wasn't involved in the case, Kate. We were working  with police and fire arson investigators. Hamilton wasn't talking to Sam  about her work. He wanted to sleep with her. That was his interest."

"It just seems a little odd that I never saw that information in any of the files."

"Because it wasn't relevant."

"You don't think there's any way that Rob could have given Sam the clue that led her to that house?"

Devin stared back at her, his jaw firm, his eyes annoyed but reflective.  "I can't be a hundred percent sure, but he told me he hadn't talked to  Sam for a few days before her death, and he was wrecked after she was  killed. I saw him at the fire, at the funeral and at Sam's parents'  house. He knew I wanted to find her killer, that I wasn't convinced  Baines was it, or that he was working alone. If he'd known something he  would have told me. But all he talked about was Sam-how he'd wanted to  get back together with her, but Sam was hesitant to start something up  with him again. Her heart was still in her job and she wanted the  freedom to go where she needed to go, and that's why they'd broken up in  the first place. He'd wanted her to put him first, but she couldn't. He  was broken up about it. He said he wished he'd spent more time enjoying  their relationship instead of wanting more."         

     



 

"That's sad." She paused, thinking that Sam was sounding a little like  her. Would a man expect her to put him first over her job? Probably. It  never seemed to be as big a question when it was the man with the big  job and not the woman. She turned to Devin. "Would you ever change your  life for a woman? If her work was important, would you want her to  continue doing it?"

"Why are we talking about me?"

"Because I'm curious. If you loved a woman, and her job took her to  another city, and it was something she loved to do, would you go with  her?"

He let out a sigh. "I'd go now. I might not have gone before, because I had bigger career goals. Now, not so much."

"That might change once you find Sam's killer."

He shrugged. "Who knows? But why do I feel like we're not really talking  about me or Sam? This is about the guy who broke up with you when you  left for Quantico."

"Maybe a little. I guess I was just wondering when love trumps career."

"It obviously hasn't been a strong enough factor for either of us to consider."

"But you threw away your career for Sam."

"Not out of romantic love-out of friendship and loyalty."

"But you still did it."

"If something or someone matters enough to you, you won't hesitate; you'll know what to do," Devin said.

As Devin finished speaking, Val came into the room with a thin,  dark-haired woman wearing black leggings and an oversized sweater. Her  hair was streaked with gray, her face pale, her eyes dull, but a small  spark appeared in her gaze when she saw Devin. She crossed the room and  took his hands in hers.

"Devin," she said. "It's so good to see you. Is there news?"

"Not yet," he said. "But the Bureau sent someone to help me. This is Special Agent Kate Callaway."

"Mrs. Parker," Kate said, as the woman turned her head to look at her. "I'm very sorry for your loss."

"I don't want any more apologies or condolences. I want answers. I want  my daughter's killer to be in jail. It's about time they sent someone to  help." She turned back to Devin. "Val told me there was another fire  earlier this week. Is it connected?"

"I believe so," he replied.

"You knew he would strike again. You kept telling me we had to be patient. You were right. So what's going to happen next?"

"We're going to catch him," Devin said.

"How?" Val asked.

"We have a couple of new leads," Devin said. "I know that I'm getting  your hopes up, and I just want to warn you it's not going to be easy.  Whoever is doing this is very good at staying hidden."