The Westmorelands

Canyon drew in a deep breath. “Yes, I want to be the one. Pete is on the way. When we finish here, Keisha and Beau are coming with me until we figure out who did this and why. I’m leaving my car here so I’ll need someone to pick it up and drive it to my place later.”

“I can do that. But will Keisha agree to go anywhere with you, Canyon?”

Canyon rubbed a frustrated hand down his face. He was more than certain she wouldn’t. At least not at first. Keisha had an independent streak that she’d inherited from the single mother who had raised her. He’d always admired her ability to stand her ground and not depend on anyone for anything. But in this case things were different. She didn’t have just herself to think about. She had their son.

Their son.

The thought sent an unexplainable thrill through his veins. “No, Dil, she’s not going to go along with it, at least not easily. But I’m convinced what happened to her house and that car following her today are connected. My only ace is that she has Beau to think about. If it was just her she would dig in her heels.”

At that moment three police cruisers pulled up and the one leading the pack was driven by Pete. “Pete’s here now, Dil. I’ll call you back later.”

* * *

Keisha stared at the policeman in confusion. “What do you mean I was targeted personally?”

Pete leaned against the kitchen counter as he stood beside Canyon. “You’ve verified that nothing of value was taken, not even that container filled with gold coins sitting in plain view on the dresser in your bedroom. My only conclusion is that the person who did this didn’t take anything because this is about you personally. It seems to be more or less a scare tactic.”

None of this made sense. She had been grateful that her next-door neighbors, a couple with a set of twins a few months older than Beau, had come over and offered to take him to their place, feed him dinner and keep him entertained while she handled the break-in.

With Canyon and Pete by her side, she had gone from room to room taking in the devastation. Her sofa and chairs had been turned over, pillow cushions thrown about along with her magazines. In her kitchen, the person had opened a canister and floured her counters to the point where it looked like snow in August. Not one bedroom had been left untouched...not even Beau’s room. Some of his favorite toys had been broken. And in her bedroom, in addition to her clothes, which had been pulled out of the drawers and strewn about, the intruder had left water running in the bathtub to flood the floors.

What Pete said was right. Nothing of value had been taken. Not the coin collection her mother had started for Beau, not the set of expensive purses in her closet or any of her big screen televisions. The only thing the person had done was trash every part of her home as if he’d been trying to make a statement. However, she was clueless as to what statement that could be.

“Think hard, Ms. Ashford. Are there any cases you’re working on that someone would want to scare you away from?” Pete asked.

For the life of her she couldn’t think of one case, past or present, where anyone could want to extract some kind of revenge. She had won all her cases lately, except for one, and none of the cases were such that either party would encounter any financial hardship.

“I honestly can’t think of any case like that, Deputy Higgins.”

Pete nodded and shoved his notepad into his pocket. “If you think of anything later, let me know. I’m turning this over to a detective who will contact you. There is also the issue of the car that was following you earlier today, the one Canyon reported.”

She’d almost forgotten about that.

“You think the two are related?” Canyon asked before she could.

“Right now, Canyon, I’m not discounting anything. By the time I reached the area where the car was supposed to be, you had taken matters into your own hands and run the guy off. I should have known it was too much to expect a Westmoreland to do what he was told.”

“Whatever,” Canyon said, shoving his hands into his pockets and then releasing a deep breath. “So what’s next?”

“We’re still looking for the vehicle. I’m going to pull the videos from the red-light cameras and traffic-surveillance cameras in the area. I hope they’ll reveal something. Although we already know the license plate was stolen and the car was a black Ford sedan, if we have a picture of the vehicle itself we can determine if there are any dents or scratches that might make the car stand out. If there are, then it will make locating the vehicle easier. I want to find the person who did this.”

“So do I.”

Keisha and Pete looked at Canyon. It wasn’t what he’d said, but how he’d said it, in a low, threatening tone. In a way, she wasn’t surprised by his reaction. She’d felt the intense anger radiating from Canyon as he’d gone from room to room with her. She’d felt the hostility even more when he’d seen the senseless destruction in her and Beau’s bedrooms.

Instead of either of them addressing what Canyon had said, Pete looked over at her. “I wouldn’t advise you to stay here tonight. Whoever did this was able to bypass your security system.”

“She won’t be staying here,” Canyon said before she could respond. “She’s coming with me and will be staying at my place for a while.”

“That’s a good idea,” Pete said as if that settled it.

It didn’t. “Whoa. Wait a minute. I won’t stay here, but I’m checking into a hotel,” Keisha said.

Canyon looked at her. “No, you’re not.”

She placed her hands on her hips, stiffened her spine and narrowed her eyes at him. “Yes, I am.”

“No, you’re not.”

Pete cleared his throat. “I’ll let you two hash out those details without me. But if you remember anything at all, Ms. Ashford, call the precinct. Detective Ervin Render will be handling your case.” Pete quickly left, as if he didn’t want to get in the line of fire.

Even before Pete had cleared the doorway that separated the kitchen from the dining room, Keisha turned back to Canyon. “Now, wait just a damn minute, Canyon Westmoreland. Why should I stay with you when I can stay at a hotel? Besides, what I do or where I go is none of your business, so back off.”

Hearing her sharp tone, any sane man would not have hesitated to do what she’d suggested. However, instead of backing off, Canyon took a step forward. The fierce expression on his face and the laser-sharp look in his eyes had her dropping her hands to her sides.

“Probably, if it was just you, I might back off, Keisha, since your decision about me three years ago proved just how little trust you have in me. You had the gall to believe I would admit to loving you and then sleep with another woman...in your bed.”

She tightened her hands into fists at her sides. “I know what I saw, Canyon.”

His eyes flared with anger. “And just what did you see? Did you see me screwing Bonita? Wrapped in her arms or she in mine? No. What you saw was me, naked except for the towel wrapped around my waist, stepping out of the bathroom from my shower to find Bonita lying in your bed.”

Keisha’s own anger escalated. “She was naked!”

“I saw that fact at the same time you did. I told you what happened. Bonita came by your place looking for you minutes after I got in from the gym. She was upset about some argument she’d had with her fiancé, Grant Palmer, and I offered her a drink to calm her down. She asked me to share it with her and I saw no reason not to. Afterward, she thanked me, said she needed to pull herself together and asked if she could stay for a few minutes because she was too upset to drive home. I told her yes, but that I needed to take a shower. I expected her to be gone when I got out of the bathroom, because she’d said she would be.”

He paused a moment and then added, “I had no idea she had stripped off her clothes and gotten into your bed until I walked out and saw you standing in the middle of the bedroom with an accusing look in your eyes. I told you the truth. But you didn’t believe me. You preferred believing the lie your friend Bonita told you instead.”

“Why would she lie about it? She was engaged to marry Grant.”

“Maybe that’s a question for you to figure out since Bonita isn’t around any longer to provide answers.”

His remark was a stark reminder that Bonita had been killed last year in an early-morning pileup on Interstate 70, an accident that had killed ten people.

“I’m not going to waste time discussing our dramatic past,” Canyon interrupted her thoughts to say. “What I am going to discuss is my son...a son I didn’t know I had, dammit. And if you want to go sleep in a hotel room tonight without all the facts about who’s trying to scare you enough to follow you home and then do this,” he said, gesturing to the mess in her kitchen, “then go right ahead. But my son won’t be going with you.”

“Who the hell do you think you are telling me where my son won’t be going?” she asked, taking a step closer and getting in his face.

“His father. And I think once you put your misplaced hatred for me aside, you’ll agree that both of you going to Westmoreland Country would be the best thing. Would you feel safe living here?”

She tempered her anger somewhat as she took in his words. “I said I would go to a hotel.”

“And what if the person finds out where you’re staying? You still don’t know why you’re being targeted. Hell, you don’t even know if it’s a man or a woman. I’d think you would care about Beau’s life even if you want to take chances with your own.”

Keisha nibbled her bottom lip. Was Canyon deliberately trying to put the fear of God in her? She drew in a deep breath and glanced around. All it took was one look at her kitchen and the memory of the condition of the other rooms in her house. Canyon was right. Until she found out who’d done this and who had been following her earlier that day, she needed to do everything she could to keep Beau safe. And he would be safe with Canyon.

But what about her? She knew Canyon would never hurt her physically, but what about emotionally? It seemed he was still proclaiming his innocence as if she was supposed to believe him. She knew what she’d seen that night.

Keisha remembered Bonita’s tearful admission that she and Canyon hadn’t meant to sleep together. It had just happened. Bonita had gone to Keisha’s place looking for her friend after a tiff she’d had with Grant, only to discover that Keisha hadn’t yet returned from her out-of-town trip.

Bonita had been upset and to calm her down Canyon had given her something to drink, which he’d shared with her. They’d both drunk themselves silly and the next thing Bonita knew they were having sex on the floor in the living room. Canyon had taken a shower afterward and had asked Bonita to wait for him in bed.

And that was when Keisha had returned unexpectedly to find Bonita naked in bed and Canyon walking out of the bathroom wearing a towel around his middle.

Oh, he had pretended to be just as shocked as she’d been to see a naked Bonita, but Keisha hadn’t bought his story then and she wasn’t buying it now. There had been two empty wineglasses and Bonita’s clothes had been thrown on the floor all over the place, corroborating Bonita’s story.

But what if there was a smidgen of truth in what he’d said just now? What if the scene had been cunningly crafted by Bonita?

“It’s getting late, Keisha, and we need to leave here,” Canyon said, interrupting her thoughts.

Keisha held his gaze. Could she and Canyon spend a single day under the same roof and be civil to each other? Tomorrow was Saturday, and she had scheduled appointments to take Beau to the barbershop, do laundry, buy groceries and get her car washed. Now she would need the entire weekend to arrange the cleanup of her place. Right now she felt violated, and her main concern was keeping her son safe.

“One night,” she heard herself saying. “I’ll agree to stay one night.” Then she thought about all that needed to be done here. “Maybe two.”

Canyon frowned in exasperation. “Fine, do your two nights, but the invitation is open for as long as you need it. There’s some nutcase out there and until Pete and that detective figure out what he has against you then I intend to keep you and Beau safe.”

She bit her tongue to keep from telling him that neither she nor Beau needed him because that would be a lie. At this moment, with so much uncertainty in her life, for the next day...or two...she and Beau did need him.

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