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Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Detective
Scheffield woke up with one thought in mind; getting that last DNA swab
collected and seeing Paul Federici off on his drive to Raleigh to deliver the
samples in person. That was the only way the testing could get done in time for
the trial of Chris Devereaux; which was about to begin. This particular
evidence was really the only piece that could possibly sway the jury enough to
get a conviction. Without it, there was absolutely no hope. This last test had
to tell them something or they were sunk.
The only
person left on the detective’s list was Jesse Durant. He had been unsuccessful
in tracking him down the day before; upset because this threw the testing off
by one day; one very important day; as there were not many left before the
trial started. He wasn’t sure if Jesse had been avoiding him intentionally or
had simply been busy the previous day, but he intended to find him this morning.
It was the first – and most pressing – task he needed to complete for the day.
The entire case hinged on this evidence and he was not going to screw it up.
This was also his chance to prove himself as a capable detective and he didn’t
want to make any mistakes. He knew he was a good detective and he was going to
prove it by somehow pulling the needle of truth out of the proverbial haystack.
He drank his
coffee early, picked up Paul Federici, and headed directly over to Devereaux
Downs; knowing this was almost definitely the place he would find the man for
whom he was searching. Having done his homework, the detective knew Jesse’s
basic work schedule. The man certainly was a creature of habit; he had
discovered in his search. He left for work the same time every day, he ate
lunch the same time every day, and he headed home to Grace the same time every
day. He was dependable and consistent; not really bad qualities to find in a
man, but everything is subjective and that consistency is not always a good
character trait if used for the wrong purpose. It is all to what one decides to
apply one’s particular gift and sometimes good qualities are used for bad
purposes, thought the detective as he drove.
Pulling into
the long, gravel driveway leading up to the tattered old farmhouse, he saw
instantly that his decision to catch Jesse Durant before he left for work had
been a good one; seeing his car parked beside Grace’s beat up, old Lincoln; a
car that she was not willing to part with any time soon; it having been through
mile after mile of her crazy life with her. For the most part, she was still
having a bit of difficulty letting go of the past; having only recently begun
receiving some of the answers to questions she had been asking most of her
life. The aged vehicle, The Dream Machine, was simply a link to the past; a
bridge she wasn’t quite sure if she should burn yet. It was not just a car. Not
to Grace.
Detective
Scheffield and Paul Federici, who had joined him to do the swab on Jesse and
get directly on the road to Raleigh, pulled in quietly; the detective parking
his unmarked police car directly behind Jesse’s; not in an attempt to block him
from leaving, but, if he were watching, just to send the message that they
weren’t leaving until they got that for which they had come. The detective walked
up the steps to the front porch, Paul Federici right behind him, and knocked on
the red door with its peeling paint unassumingly; both men waiting impatiently
for someone to answer. Jesse himself was the one who came to see who was
knocking on the door so early in the morning; smiling at the detective when he
recognized who his guests were; yet the detective couldn’t help but notice the
look his eyes possessed for only a micro-second before he feigned a smile – or
so the detective believed – and the look was not one of pleasure. It was more a
look of annoyance; the detective seeing an arrogant air about the man that he
hadn’t noticed before. Still, Jesse invited the two men in without hesitation;
even calling for Grace to come and say hello; to be polite and accommodating to
their early morning visitors. He was more of the mind that he wanted her ring
shown off a bit; making sure the detective knew that she was no longer on the
market and he should steer clear of her. At least that is the feeling he got;
the vibe that existed in the living room, where they had all collected –
including Adrienne; who was still asleep on the sofa with Casey when the detective
had knocked on the door; this of course waking the sleek, black dog from her
slumber; the sweet dog simply wagging her nub of tail as fast as she could;
excited to receive any visitors at all.
Jesse
submitted to the test without argument; without question also, though the visit
was an early one and not what he had expected on a weekday morning. After all,
he was a planner; wanting to leave as little to chance as he possibly could;
especially where Grace was concerned. To her his behavior seemed normal for the
most part and any doubts she may have had about him subsided when she saw how
readily he agreed to the DNA test. She had missed the initial exchange between
the men, though; having not seen the look in her fiance’s eyes when he found
Detective Scheffield knocking on the door before breakfast. It was possible he
was simply a little insecure when it came to Grace and their new relationship.
Perhaps he was just a man in love who wanted his feelings to finally be reciprocated,
thought the detective; a man who didn’t want to lose in the game of love –
again. One couldn’t blame him for that really, he mused; thinking that he would
probably be acting the same way if he had been the one to propose to such a
beautiful and decent woman. He would not want to lose Grace, either. He still
wanted her desperately; unable to put his feelings aside as he should do in
this instance. He still hoped for a chance. He couldn’t help it. He believed in
the feelings he experienced when he almost kissed her; knowing it was more than
lust for her that he possessed.
Detective
Sheffield and Paul Federici kept the visit brief due to the early hour and
their time crunch; Paul swabbing the inside of Jesse’s cheek and the two then politely
excusing themselves; apologizing again for the unannounced visit. Both men had
the same thing on their minds and that was to get those swabs to Raleigh as
quickly as they could; both pondering what the results would tell them – if anything.
It would be a huge disappointment to the detective for the results to come back
the same as the results of the hair samples that had been tested earlier; which
had told them nothing at all except that their suspect was not anyone whose
hair was tested and that he or she definitely was not a career criminal because
his – or her – DNA was nowhere to be found in the database. Then there was
still the question of who he had missed the first time around as a suspect. He
had thought about it until his head ached, but he had again come up empty; not
being able to think of anyone else who had a reason to commit this crime.
Genevieve and Adrienne had no real enemies as far as he could tell and nobody
would have benefitted from their deaths but family. The fact that he had to
resort to simply asking everyone anywhere close to Devereaux Downs for a sample
of their DNA still bothered him immensely. He wasn’t a big fan of loose ends;
preferring his ends tied tightly into knots so nothing and no one could escape.
Jesse and
the two women in his life had a light breakfast of cereal and fruit; him
heading off to work as soon as he was finished eating; giving Grace but a peck
on the lips before he left. This kiss was nothing like the others she had
received from her new fiancé and she took notice of this right away, but again
quickly brushed to the side the idea that something was amiss in their budding
relationship. Maybe the early morning visit from the detective and his cohort
for this project had put him in a bad mood, though she couldn’t imagine why
that would matter to him one way or the other. In fact, she mused, he should be
glad to help in any way pertaining to the case against her uncle. Perhaps he
was simply a bit nervous around her now; things having changed so drastically
between them with her acceptance of the glittering diamond that now encircled
her slender finger. She felt different somehow than she had twenty four hours
ago when the relationship between her and her best friend was just blossoming
into something different, something deeper than mere friendship. Marriage was
another subject; one that she had no intentions of ever committing to two weeks
ago when she left her other fiancé, Michael Stranahan. The fact that he was now
deceased because he had been so obsessed with her still rattled her, as it
would anyone, but she didn’t let anyone know; not even her cousin. She
discerned that Adrienne had enough to worry about under the current
circumstances; considering that her father now sat in the county jail accused
of trying to execute her while she slept.
Grace wasn’t
really sure how her cousin felt about this, either, because she wasn’t talking
about it. As a matter of fact, she hadn’t mentioned it once. That bothered her
a bit, but she let it go for the moment; not wanting to push her cousin too
hard as she recovered from her wounds – physically and emotionally. Though Adrienne
was acting strangely this morning,
she thought; her simply staring with an odd expression on her face as the DNA sample
was collected from Jesse; seeming to be anywhere but in that living room with
the rest of them. To Grace, she almost looked as if she were trying to make
sense of something in her mind; sort out all the thoughts she had been having
about how she arrived at this juncture; lying on a sofa recuperating from a
gunshot wound to the head. She wasn’t confiding anything in her cousin, either.
Whatever thoughts she was having, she was keeping them to herself for the time
being…and that simply wasn’t the behavior Grace was accustomed to seeing in
her. Normally she was impossible to shut up and now – she only half-smiled at
her cousin and pretended to follow a conversation, though she could tell there
was something brewing in Adrienne’s mind and she desperately wanted to find out
what that was.
The entire
day was an odd one for Grace. She felt that she should be excited and wishing
to show off the impressive diamond ring she had newly acquired, but she felt
like doing anything but that. She had imagined her wedding day her whole life
and wondered what man would be standing beside her as they exchanged vows at
the altar of a beautiful church. Now she knew who she would marry and could
plan whatever sort of wedding she wanted, but she wasn’t as enthusiastic as she
had imagined she would be when the time finally came. If she were honest with
herself, she would have to admit that she never truly loved Michael Stranahan;
even before she was aware of his dark side. She was only trying to fit into the
mold she thought should be her life; to settle down and make an honest woman of
herself like she felt she was supposed to do to please her family, despite the
fact that she had precious little family left to please. Jesse’s proposal had
thrown her a little off balance; her not expecting it at all really; much less
so soon after her new relationship with him had begun. None of it had had time
to sink in yet, but when it did, she would find herself feeling different about
the whole situation than she had imagined when he proposed. Vastly different.
Paul
Federici was well on his way to Raleigh to deliver the DNA swabs in person. In
fact, he should probably be arriving any time now, thought the detective as he
looked at his watch; it being but a few hour’s drive by car. Detective
Scheffield found himself pacing back and forth and circling his desk; his
nerves a bit frazzled because he was almost out of time before the trial began
and the results from the samples riding with Paul to Raleigh were needed as
soon as possible. He practically considered taking off to the capital city with
his best forensic technician so he could do whatever he could to speed up the
process, but changed his mind at the last minute; wishing to take another look
at the case file; just to make sure he hadn’t overlooked someone or something.
Part of his
anxiety stemmed from the fact that he was positive this was not the trial that
was going to put Chris Devereaux away for a long time, though he had been wrong
before. He wondered what the holdup was with his superior, Brady Peterson, in
charging the man with the murder of his sister, Vivienne Devereaux that took
place ten years ago. The best thing that could happen, honestly, was for him to
plead guilty to the crime instead of putting his poor daughter through the
stress of having to come to court as a witness – an eye-witness – and sit
across the room from him as she had to spill all of the horrid and difficult,
to say and to hear, details of the crime. The detective wondered if they could
get away with charging him with pre-meditated first degree murder or if they
were going to have to take their chances with second degree murder as the official
charge. The sentence he would receive for that was enough to put him away for
most of his natural life, though a charge of second degree murder would leave
him eligible for parole at some point. Honestly, with the overcrowding problem
in the prison system, he would most likely do about one quarter of his sentence
– if that. Oh well, thought the detective, if that was the best that could be
done they would simply have to learn to live with whatever the end result would
be for the extremely guilty man. His head finally came out of the clouds as he
heard the telephone on his desk beep; letting him know that someone in the
bullpen wished to speak with him. He picked up and, to his happy surprise, the
voice on the other end of the line was that of Brady Peterson. He pressed the
button to talk back; hoping he was calling about charging Chris Devereaux with
his sister’s early demise.
“Brady, how
are you? What’s up?” he said into the ancient intercom; a feature that should
have been updated years ago, but one that the department had no funding to
improve; this problem or any others, either.
“Hey, Matt.
I’m good. How about you?” he asked in return.
“Frustrated
with the current case a little, boss.” Detective Scheffield answered honestly.
“Paul Federici is well on his way to Raleigh with the new DNA samples. I think
that may be the only way to convince the jury that Devereaux is guilty. Hell,
maybe he did do it. It feels like we’re missing someone or something on this
one though, Brady. I just can’t put my finger on it, but it’s there.”
“The bastard
killed his sister, though. That much we do know for sure – unless his daughter
is lying, which I doubt.” replied Brady. “I did some research on Chris
Devereaux and he hasn’t exactly been a boy scout. There have been numerous
complaints about his behavior over the years; him engaging in some bar fights
and property battles - things of that nature. Oddly, nothing ever came of any
charges he acquired, though. Each time he was arrested, he was bailed out the
next morning – if not released the same night on his own recognizance – and no
court date was ever set for him. The only way things could have occurred the
way they apparently did was for him to have friends in higher places than he
was – which unfortunately we’ll never know unless he spills it…and I don’t see
that kind of cooperation coming from that man.” he explained to his top homicide
detective.
“Well, what
do you want me to do about the murder charge for his sister?” he inquired of
Brady.
“Go ahead and
charge him. I thought maybe we should wait until he walked out of the
courthouse a free man - exonerated of killing his mother and attempting to kill
his daughter - and nab him as he started to walk away with a smile; thinking he
got us. I can see the look on his face now. That’s the picture that keeps
popping into my head.” he told the detective. “But I don’t want to wait that
long. I know he’s unable to bail himself out this time and frankly, I don’t
want to give that wicked man a chance to hurt anyone else, especially his
daughter if he had some kind of plan to finish what he started. I don’t want
him to get out of jail at all. Not for anything but his trial. I want him to
rot in his cell through the end of this trial, thinking he may get out, and
then burst the shit out of his bubble. Though I have to say that unjustified
high opinion he seemed to have of himself appears to be waning fast.” Brady
rattled off; barely taking a breath between sentences, but chuckling a bit as
he spoke the last one.
“You got it,
Boss.” replied Detective Scheffield; trying to contain his pleasure about his
assignment, though he wasn’t sure why he felt the need to do so. “I’m on it.
Going over to the jail right now.”
“Okay. Let
me know how it goes.” his boss requested of him.
“Will do.”
he responded.
Having
finally received the order for which he had been waiting, he wasted no time in
walking over to the jail and having one of the guards escort Chris Devereaux to
an interrogation room. The detective thought the man would have to realize that
the visit for which he was being dragged into another tiny, windowless, and
stark room could not possibly be a pleasant one. Chris was fairly certain he
was not receiving a visit from a family member and he had no friends of whom to
speak. The detective decided to have him handcuffed to the bar along the edge
of the metal table and let him stew in the room alone for several minutes
before he entered to inform him that he had no hopes of ever walking out of there
a free man. Perhaps his ferocity about sealing Chris’s fate had more to do with
the fact that the detective was falling in love with his niece, Grace, and
wanted retribution – all within legal limits – for what the cruel and heartless
man had taken from her. Now he was about to exact that revenge and it made him
feel much satisfaction.
After
letting Chris sit for fifteen minutes, wondering who he was going to see walk
through that door, Detective Scheffield opened the door and strolled in
casually; a knowing smile spreading across his handsome face. He wanted to
start off by making his suspect feel at ease so it would hit him that much
harder when he delivered the news and read him his rights once more. This was
certainly out of character for him; having always been a fair and decent person
– one who never enjoyed watching someone else suffer. This time it was
different, however. This time it was personal and he had to concentrate
intently not to allow his emotions to cloud his typically rational judgement, though
it took every ounce of restraint he could muster to continue this tradition
where Chris Devereaux was concerned.
He walked
calmly over to the table and plopped down on the metal stool across from the
prisoner and asked with a satisfied smirk on his face, “Do you know why you’re
here, Mr. Devereaux?”
“How the
hell would I know?” he muttered sarcastically.
“Well, I’ll
get right down to it then.” began Detective Scheffield calmly; ignoring the
nasty answer he had just received altogether, “Christopher Devereaux, you’re
under arrest for the homicide of your sister, Vivienne Devereaux. You have the
right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be used against you
in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an
attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as they
have been read to you?” he rattled off as he had a hundred times before, though
this time it brought him great satisfaction.
“Oh God.”
Chris said quietly as he bowed his head and covered his face with his hands;
realizing now that his niece, Grace, had been telling the truth during the last
and only visit that he would receive from her. Her threats had not been empty
ones.This quelled any hope he may have had that she had only been trying to
scare him. At this point, there was nothing more he could do about the
situation. He was not getting out of jail – except to go to his funeral, he
mused. His fate had been decided. He was well aware that his daughter had seen
the entire, deplorable crime that he had committed against her aunt and had
probably been convinced that he was the one who had tried to kill her, too. And
there was not a thing he could do about trying to convince her that wasn’t
true.
“Anything
you’d like to say before being returned to your luxurious accommodations?”
inquired the detective; unable to control the delight he felt about putting
this particular man away for plausibly longer than his natural life. Even if
the man managed to live long enough to see the outside world again, he would be
too old to do any more harm to anyone; except perhaps himself.
“Yeah. Fuck
you.” he hissed through clenched teeth; his hopelessness momentarily replaced
with anger toward Detective Scheffield for displaying pleasure during his curt
speech.
“Okay then.
Back to your cage, animal.” retorted the detective; doing his very best not to
crack a smile right then.
The guard
waiting outside the interrogation room was not unhappy about escorting him back
to his cell, either, though he didn’t say a word, but merely smiled the entire
time; a knowing smile. The corrections officer was one of the people in Aurora
who detested Chris Devereaux as much as every single member of the jury for his
trial did…and he wasn’t afraid to let him know. He had told him to thank God
that he wasn’t a juror because he would do whatever he had to do to ensure the
man never saw the free world again. And he meant it. This guard was one of many
who had been making his stay as uncomfortable as possible; going so far as to
wait twenty four hours to bring him a roll of toilet paper. They were small
inconveniences to a free person, but for Chris they were all things beyond his
control; making them not so small to him. His entire life had been about
control…and now he had none.
Grace had
been at home with Adrienne the whole day and the two had barely spoken. Her
cousin appeared to be healing physically at a rapid pace, but emotionally she
didn’t seem like herself. If she were understandably upset about the fact that
her own father was probably the person who tried to snuff out her short life,
Grace was certain she would have been confiding in her regarding this. No, it
was something other than that which was bothering her and she could feel it.
She was only unsure what to do about it. This was one of the many times since
her death that she wished desperately that she could speak with her
grandmother; the one woman who had always seemed to have all the answers – no
matter what the questions. Grace knew she could never in a million years
compete with Genevieve and her endless knowledge about every subject
imaginable. She was the one asking for advice – the same as Adrienne – and she
hadn’t the slightest idea how to fill her Gram’s shoes and help her cousin. It
simply wasn’t possible.
She left her
cousin alone with her thoughts as she did her best to sort out their meanings;
heading to the kitchen to see what she could scare up for dinner. Also on her
mind was the fact that she had not received one phone call from her fiancé all
day…and this was extremely out of character for Jesse, who normally checked in
every two hours on the average. Grace was temporarily blinded by love, so she
didn’t give one thought to analyzing this new dilemma. It was impossible for
her to see the constant phone calls as a mechanism of control being exercised
by him. Her normal attitude about such things was that the things one finds
endearing in the beginning are the things that feel oppressive to one in the
end. If she thought about it, she would have to admit that there were definite
signs that their relationship was headed toward one in which there would be a
controlling, insecure husband and a submissive, obedient wife; a relationship
she had been through several times over already, minus the marriage, and had no
desire of living through even once more. But she didn’t see it yet. Right now she
was but a bliss filled woman in love…with the entirely wrong man for her.
Jesse
arrived home late that night; the two women sitting in front of the television
eating their dinner; having waited as long as their stomachs could bear. He
hadn’t even called to say he would be late – and his fiancée was rightfully
perturbed about that. He was displaying characteristics she had never known him
to display in his entire life; treating her so very differently than he had
before he proposed to her – differently than he ever had since she had known
him; their meeting occurring before either was old enough to remember its
happening. Perhaps these were some of the thoughts plaguing Adrienne and she
didn’t want to be the one to break her cousin’s heart by telling her what she
saw unfolding. That certainly made sense; more sense than the nothing Grace had
been able to decipher.
One thing
that she did notice after Jesse got his plate from the oven, where Grace had
left it to keep it warm, and joined them in the living room, was that Adrienne
stared at him as much as she could get away with and have the attention still
go unnoticed – or so she thought; simply staring with a quizzical expression on
her face. Her cousin did not yet know Adrienne’s feelings about Jesse’s recent
treatment of her, so Grace imagined that could be the reason for her cousin’s
blank stares at the only other person in the room with the two women. Her
cousin had always been one to speak her mind, no matter who was displeased
about it, so she couldn’t understand why Adrienne was holding back her opinions
about Jesse or her advice to Grace…if that is what was swirling around in her
mind.
Grace was
also stumped as to why things between Jesse and her seemed to be changing so
rapidly. Even she knew that he was the kind of person who stuck to a strict
schedule whenever possible and his not adhering to his normal one tonight was a
change she considered significant enough to bring up in conversation; of course
doing this later, when they were alone in bed that night. She didn’t want any
secrets between them and because of this she decided that she also had to tell
him about the moment that had almost happened between Detective Scheffield and
her. It wasn’t fair to ask him to open up to her and be honest if she weren’t
willing to do the same herself, she reasoned. She wasn’t totally certain why
she felt it was so important to let him know that another man had tried to kiss
her; even though she had resisted his advance. It was simply something she felt
she must do to start their relationship off on the right foot.
Needless to
say, Jesse did not take the news of the kiss that almost happened very well;
Grace feeling immediately the coldness that came with his stare as he listened
to her relay the entire story; one that she desperately wished was a short
story that wouldn’t go beyond the four walls in which it was expressed. After noticing
even further change in her fiancé as she spoke, she wasn’t sure the whole thing
was going to end there. In retrospect, perhaps telling him about the incident
was not a good idea, she mused. The admission had not brought the two closer as
she had hoped it would, but driven them even farther apart; adding brick after
brick to the wall he had created around himself; not building it big enough for
two, but sealing only himself off from the world around him.
It was the
first night they had not made love before falling asleep and she didn’t like
the implications of that, though it seemed there was little she could do about
it. The harder she tried to accept her new role as his life partner, the more
his demeanor changed – and she was not fond of the new behaviors Jesse was
displaying. She had never considered him an insecure man and by all rights he
should not have been one; the attention he received from women everywhere he
went being enough to swell anyone’s head, however, appearing to have the
reverse effect on him; turning him instead into a man who lacked the confidence
to have a true and honest relationship with any woman because along with insecurity
comes distrust, even though the dubiety was generally unwarranted.
Grace did
the only thing she could do after Jesse turned his back to her in the bed and
that was to push the thoughts out of her mind for the time being and go to
sleep. It was not easy, but eventually she drifted off to dreamland; this night
again receiving a visit from her grandmother, though she was too distracted
even in her sleep to begin to understand what it was Genevieve was trying to
tell her this time. She had no way of knowing that, at the same time she was
dreaming of her Gram, Adrienne was fast asleep downstairs having a dream that
was nearly identical to the one Grace was having upstairs; only her cousin was
paying much more attention to the message contained in the dream than she was. In
fact, it would end up being the warning that finally changed both of their
lives…to the lives that they were meant to be living and the happiness that
Genevieve knew they both deserved…not to mention closure where her death was
concerned. And it would be the last time she would reveal herself to her
granddaughters before crossing over to the other side for good.
The next
morning, Jesse left for work before Grace even opened her eyes; this sending a
small wave of panic through her when she finally did awaken; wondering if her
honesty the night before had altered her relationship with her fiancé too much
to return to the bliss that both had truly felt only days ago. She felt as if
she were on auto-pilot the entire day; going about her daily routine with
practically no thoughts at all; her brain’s way of protecting her from having
to feel any more emotional pain, as she had already had more than her fair
share of this. Adrienne was even more distant this day than she had been; again
looking to her cousin like she was also making an attempt to sort out all of
the thoughts plaguing her – and not appearing to be having any more luck than
she had been having. Though she desperately wished Adrienne would confide in
her about her thoughts and feelings, she didn’t want to push her too far too
fast. What Grace had been through in the past two weeks paled in comparison to
dealing with being shot in the head; having to know that someone out there
wanted her dead…and that someone could have possibly been her own father.
It was an
extremely quiet day at Devereaux Downs; as quiet a day as Detective Scheffield
was having; biting his fingernails waiting for the results of the DNA tests.
There was nothing more he could do at this point but wait. Grace and Adrienne
barely spoke the entire day and the conversation didn’t improve much when Jesse
finally made his appearance at dinner; again arriving late and again without
making a phone call to say so. Nobody spoke that night at dinner at all really;
just odd stares at Jesse from Adrienne just like the previous night’s meal. She
didn’t even seem to care who noticed her gaze, either. Grace could see the
wheels turning in her cousin’s mind, but was left to guess as to what the
meaning was behind this odd behavior. Whatever it was she was debating about
with herself, her cousin wished she would simply tell her; allow her to help if
she could.
This didn’t
happen, though, and everyone called it an early night; turning in before the
clock struck 9:00pm. Jesse barely acknowledged that Grace was in the same bed
as he; again turning his back to her so she couldn’t see that he, too, was wide
awake and contemplating how to tear down the wall that he himself had built
around him; his thoughts not much different from the thoughts his fiancé was
having at the same time, though his resolution to the issue was markedly
different than the ideas of his fiancée. Neither of them were aware of it, but
Adrienne laid on the living room sofa as awake and alert as her cousin and
Jesse were upstairs, though her ideations were somewhat different than Grace’s.
The ruminations of Adrienne were not, however, so different from those of
Jesse. She had a decision to make and it was one that had the potential to
crush Grace if brought to light. Sadly, though, it seemed as if her mind was
already made up about this. There was simply no way she could allow this
information to fall through the cracks. The subject was too important to go
left undisclosed.
The next
morning, Detective Scheffield received the call he had been anxiously awaiting;
Paul Federici letting him know that he was currently on his way back from
Raleigh with the DNA results; the piece of evidence that would make or break
the case against Chris Devereaux for the shooting of Genevieve and Adrienne
Devereaux. The words he heard come out of Paul’s mouth were certainly not the
ones he was expecting to hear. The killer was
one of the suspects they had looked at carefully, though clearly not carefully
enough or his actions would not have gone unnoticed for as long as they had. In
fact, this particular suspect really made no attempt to hide anything he did
before or after the shootings, though Detective Scheffield didn’t catch onto
any of that. The information he received, however, was the last piece in an
extremely tricky puzzle that finally made sense to him now. Knowing what he now
knew, he understood how this criminal could have slipped through his fingers; how
his judgement could have been so clouded. He now understood why he had been
wrong about this one.
Detective
Scheffield’s description alone of the situation and the test results were
enough to get a search warrant for the suspect’s home; a house he knew for
certain was empty at this time. He expected to find some evidence of how or why
the crime was committed, but what he and the other officers found was beyond
anything he could have imagined. This crime was no spur of the moment idea,
either. Apparently, this plan had been in the works for years and no one had
ever been the wiser. After this new discovery – a treasure trove of damning
evidence – the detective was finally able to make sense of it…all of it.
Thursday, August 13, 2015
Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Grace’s
heart was pounding in her ears and an enormous lump had formed in her throat as
she sat and listened intently to Jesse’s heartfelt proposal. Oddly, the face
that had formed in her mind at that precise moment was not the wonderful man
who now knelt before her with a ring in his hand, but that of Matt Scheffield;
the man she had almost kissed earlier. She quickly pushed that picture as far
back in her mind as she could; unable to forget it entirely. She had to give
her new love a chance; see if it truly was meant to be that she marry her
lifelong best friend. Stop thinking, she scolded herself silently. Something
inside her wanted to believe that she had already made a decision – a
definitive one – yet there still existed the miniscule part that wasn’t truly
sure. Majority rules, she thought to herself.
She looked
directly into his hazel eyes and answered, “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He slipped
the beautiful diamond ring onto her delicate finger and leaned in to give her
the sweetest kiss she had ever had; tears of happiness welling up in his eyes.
For several minutes nobody spoke at all. They sat speechless; the three of them
looking at each other in happy disbelief. Adrienne sat on the sofa wiping away
the tears that had slid down her cheeks as she listened to the proposal and the
answer – and Grace and Jesse just stared into each other’s eyes; seeing
something that neither had ever seen before; an expression of hope for an
attainable future. He could trust in the fact that he would not be losing her
again as he had so many times in the past. Now the two would be bonded for life
and that was all he had ever wanted to become a reality for him. Nothing else
mattered now; not the murders, the upcoming trials, not Chris Devereaux and
certainly not Caroline, not Matt Scheffield, and definitely not anything that
stood in the way of their future…together.
The very
newly engaged couple eventually – happily – retired for the evening; leaving
Adrienne tucked in downstairs in the living room. Even she had forgotten about
all the bad things momentarily; gave not a thought to who had really shot her
or when she would be able to sleep in her own room again; her bedroom being a
constant reminder of what had happened to her there despite the makeover her cousin
had tried to give the room while she was still in the hospital. In reality, it
wasn’t only her room with which she was having trouble – it was the entire
house. Granted, she had absolutely no memory of being shot or seeing her
grandmother shot and killed, but she didn’t need those memories to feel the
emptiness she felt with her grandmother gone; gone from the house and gone from
her life.
Genevieve’s
spirit was far from being at rest, however. It had taken all the energy she
could accroach to reveal herself to Grace in her dreams; showing herself in an
attempt to warn her granddaughter that all was not well and she should be
prudent. Grace had not deciphered the message in time to avoid being kidnapped
by her old fiancé, though, so her Gram’s spirit felt like the revelation came
too late and she had not done her job in protecting her granddaughter. Though
neither of the women felt her at the time, Genevieve had still not departed.
Her spirit was very much a part of everything happening in her old house and
she had one more message to deliver before she felt she could move on; go to
the other side and finally be at rest. This was not the time for her last
message, though. Not yet. Her granddaughter would not be receptive to it right
now and Genevieve’s spirit could feel that. She would just have to wait;
floating around on the property that had in life belonged to her; waiting for
the right time.
Detective
Scheffield was waking up to another day of unrest as well. The part he played
in the case against Chris Devereaux was far from over, as he still had one more
scene to coordinate; making sure that it was executed correctly this time so
there was no question about the outcome; for the police or in court. The
prosecution was having a hard enough time putting together a foolproof case.
Too many questions lingered for them to feel comfortable they could get a
conviction against the man presently residing in the county jail under lock and
key. They needed something to show the jury that said beyond a reasonable doubt
that he was guilty of the shootings and the murder that was the result of his
actions, but they still didn’t have it. He could actually walk out of jail a
free man if someone didn’t find something in time. His peers for the most part
disliked him from the start, but each of them knew this bias had to be put to
the side for the duration of the trial. Being rude and anti-social doesn’t make
someone a murderer. The facts were what had to decide his innocence or guilt
and presently the prosecution didn’t have too many facts to throw out there. It
was going to take more than fingerprints on a murder weapon to make this
conviction happen.
The
detective couldn’t help but think that doing any more work on the present case
was a waste of time, however. As soon as the word came down from Brady Peterson,
he would be charging Chris Devereaux with another murder; the murder of his
sister. For this case they had a very powerful card to play and that was the
eye-witness – the defendant’s own daughter – who intended to testify; relaying
to that jury the whole, awful scene that she had watched unfold before her very
eyes. It was difficult to ignore that or to misconstrue it. An eye-witness made
it real for people; made it a fact instead of merely an assumption like the
assumption that if a person’s fingerprints were found on a murder weapon then
that person must be the killer. Nothing could make that a fact and facts were
what was needed to put Chris Devereaux away for a very long time.
The only
fact that could possibly be of use in the current case against him was the fact
that the killer left behind a small part of himself – or herself – in the form
of a human hair found on Genevieve. That was not an easy undertaking and the
detective was going to have to call for reinforcements this time. This would
come in the form of the best forensic technician he knew, Paul Federici. He was
the one who had processed Grace’s car and done a thorough job, though no
evidence of any use to the case was found. Though it was an incredibly large
favor for him to ask, he got on the phone and laid out the whole story for
Paul, who agreed to help without thinking twice about it. Paul would collect
each and every DNA sample himself – of course with Detective Scheffield looking
on to serve as a witness that the samples were collected properly. Then Paul
was driving the samples to the lab in Raleigh himself; rather than send them by
courier. They simply didn’t have the time to do that; the trial was nipping at
their heels and everything needed to be done yesterday, so the detective and
the tech were working together to make sure things happened fast; as fast as
they could anyway. There was still going to be a wait for the DNA results,
though the lab did agree to push it to the top of the ever-growing pile of
samples that needed to be tested just as bad as the detective’s samples.
Paul
Federici had agreed to help so readily because anyone could pull a few strands
from a hairbrush and turn that in as a sample if one were left to his or her
own devices. Detective Scheffiled had spoken with the officers he had doled the
last collection job out to and more than one of them had to admit that they
accepted the samples that were given to them without question. Not every
officer had watched as hair was pulled from a brush or yanked directly from a
head; rendering this evidence totally useless due to the possibility of
contamination. Not this time, he thought to himself. This time he would watch
Paul swab the inside of each suspect’s cheek so there was no chance of
contaminating the evidence. Time was running out before the trial and this
evidence was absolutely necessary if they had any hopes of obtaining a
conviction.
Now all
Detective Scheffield had to figure out was who he had missed as a suspect the
first time around. It was possible the results would come back the same and no
samples collected would match the hair pulled from the deceased, Genevieve’s,
robe. They were lucky that there was enough genetic material in one hair to get
a complete DNA profile in the first place; he wasn’t sure if they would be so
lucky the second time. If not – if the results came back unchanged - that would
send them right back to square one for a second time; only this time it would
be too late. They would have to go to trial with what little they had; the
defendant’s own registered gun that was covered in his prints. That was it and
it was not enough. For the life of him, the detective couldn’t think of
anything else that would help at all; this only making him more anxious about
charging Chris with the murder of his sister, Vivienne. He wasn’t just anxious
about doing it to help the state put him in prison; he felt an obligation to
Grace to put an end to her torment so she could finally live her life not
wondering; so she could have the future he knew she deserved – whether he was a
part of it or not.
The
detective continued to rack his brain about the suspect he thought for sure he had
missed the first time. Who could it possibly be, he asked himself over and
over. Perhaps it was time to sit down and review the entire case file and every
little clue it contained to determine who else had either motive, means, or
opportunity to commit the shootings. If he did all this and still came up
empty, maybe it was time to consider the fact that this was merely a random
shooting perpetrated by a random stranger and wasn’t personal at all. Any
decent detective had to consider all the options; not take the most reasonable
option and run with it because it made more sense than Genevieve’s death and
Adrienne’s injuries being all for nothing more than fulfilling a delusional or
psychotic fantasy about murder; judging from the fact that nothing was stolen
from the house at all; much less
anything of value.
Everyone
wanted to believe that a good woman’s death at the very least served a purpose;
even if it was an under-handed purpose like obtaining money or land. That made
sense and things that could be explained and understood bothered people less
than acts that came with no explanation; except for possibly that of insanity.
It was easier to accept the loss of a life if something came of it – good or
bad. A death that left more questions than answers was not quite so easy to
swallow for the average person. Chris Devereaux shooting his mother and
daughter to cover up his murdering his sister made sense to people. A stranger
merely passing through town and trying to snuff out two lives on his way didn’t
make sense to anyone. It certainly didn’t make sense to Detective Scheffield
and he knew in his heart that is not what happened. The only problem was that
Chris Devereaux being the shooter didn’t feel right to him, either. He had been
overlooking something or someone the whole time and he vowed to figure out what
or who that was.
The first
person he called to obtain a DNA sample was Grace. He thought he should get the
most difficult task out of the way first. She was the only one whose thoughts
or opinions even mattered to him in this town and he realized that was a bias that would have to be
put to the side as well…at least for now, he told himself. It was possible –
though not probable – that Grace herself had committed the heinous crime. There
was a small span of time when she could have gotten a ride back home and then
back to town from the farm. She couldn’t prove where she was during that brief
period and that was a fact; though not one that the detective had any intention
of throwing out there. He still felt he should go with his gut; despite the
slight rejection he had received the other day from her. He wasn’t going to let
that change his mind about her being totally innocent of this crime; switching gears
and heading in a different direction; the opposite direction of Grace.
“Good
morning, detec…Matt.” Grace said in a cheerful voice; when the detective had
finally mustered up the courage to dial her number.
“Good
morning, Grace.” he began somewhat awkwardly, “I’m sorry to bother you so
early.”
“It’s okay.
What’s up?” she asked; hoping as she did so that it had nothing to do with the
moment the two almost had the day before. It would be even more awkward than it
was when it happened…because she just accepted a marriage proposal from Jesse
Durant.
“I apologize
that I have to ask this of you, but I need to collect a DNA swab from you. I
know you submitted a hair sample before, but we ran into a little snag with
those samples.” explained the detective; trying to give her a reasonable
explanation without divulging facts of the case that had to be suppressed from
everyone but the police and the prosecution right now.
“Oh…okay. No
problem.” she replied; having nothing to hide and no reason to protest the
collection of a second sample, though she was quite curious why it was
necessary. “Do you want to come to the house or should I come to the police
station? Actually the house would be better, if that’s all right. Adrienne is
here. The doctor let me bring her home yesterday and I don’t want to leave her
alone very long.”
“I didn’t
know she was home.” he responded; the pleasant surprise evident in his voice.
“That’s great. I’m so happy for the both of you.”
“Thanks.
That means a lot.” Grace said honestly.
“Um…the
house would be fine actually. I can be there in about an hour, if that suits
you.” he offered.
“An hour
would be fine. I’ll go get in the shower now.” she answered.
The two hung
up and he was on to his next call, Jesse Durant. This one, however, did not go
as smoothly as the call to his new fiancée had gone. For whatever reason, he
had allowed the call from the detective to go directly to his voice mail; so
all he could do was leave a message and wait for a return call. If that return
call didn’t come within an allotted time frame, then he would have to go in
search of him. At this point, the detective had no idea that Jesse had proposed
to the very woman he had tried the day before to kiss…or that she had happily
accepted his proposal. Unbeknownst to him, he was about to find out in an hour.
The news, however, would not be received so well by him. He was genuinely happy
for Grace and her cousin, but he simply could not bring himself to be happy for
her about the upcoming nuptials. He would find it difficult even to feign
happiness when put to the test. Though he wasn’t certain why yet, the thought
of her marrying Jesse left a bad taste in his mouth…and it was much more than
simple jealousy.
Precisely an
hour later, he arrived at Devereaux Downs with the forensic tech, Paul Federici,
to collect the DNA sample he needed from her. Before she opened the front door,
he was under the assumption that the sample was all he would be leaving with,
but he would in actuality be leaving with much more than that. Detective
Scheffield knocked on the crimson door; waiting impatiently for her to answer
his knock; desperately wishing for the strength to keep the visit professional.
A minute later, the door swung open and there she was; the beautiful woman he
simply could not get off his mind. She invited the two men in; leading them
into the living room where her cousin still lay on the sofa; awake and flipping
through the channels on the television.
“Adrienne.
You look quite well.” the detective said truthfully. “How do you feel? Happy to
be home?”
“I feel…
good – surprisingly enough.” she answered with a smile. “Did Grace tell you her
good news?” Adrienne inquired; unaware of the kiss the two had come very close
to sharing the day before.
“No.” he
replied; shaking his head and focusing his attention back on Grace. He was
momentarily happy for her that she actually had good news to share instead of
only bad. His happiness dissipated quickly, though, when he heard the news.
Grace
extended her left arm toward the detective; showing him her hand which wore on
its ring finger a stunning diamond ring; two carats if one had to guess would
be fairly accurate. It was a bauble that was difficult to miss on her small,
delicate hand. He couldn’t help but think that a ring like that didn’t suit
her; something a bit less showy belonged on her tiny finger. She didn’t seem
the type to care about status symbols and money, though now she looked a tad
more like a woman who did care about such unimportant things. No explanation
was really necessary at this point. She had mumbled something about Jesse
Durant the day before when he had tried to kiss her, so it wasn’t hard for him
to figure out the situation when she silently showed off her new ring, though
she didn’t seem to him to be as happy as she should be about it, either; a
feeling he could tell she was trying desperately to keep to herself.
“Congratulations.”
he offered without complete sincerity; swallowing the lump in his throat that
threatened to choke him. His heart sank when he saw that ring on her finger and
he could only hope that it didn’t show on his face.
“Thank you,
Matt.” Grace responded; finding it difficult not to notice the expression on
his face change so drastically from one of duty to something a bit more
personal. She was well aware that he had feelings for her and she found it hard
not to second guess her decision to marry her best friend, though she pushed
these thoughts as far down as she could…unable to rid herself of the thoughts
altogether.
After this
very awkward exchange, the two were both ready to do what the detective came
there to do and move on with their respective days. Grace didn’t want to
question this decision like she did with every decision she had ever made in
her life; she wanted simply to feel; go with her heart for a change and leave
her head out of it for the time being. Of course she loved Jesse, she thought.
How could anyone not love someone who had been such a dedicated friend for so
many years, she ruminated. In a strange way, she almost felt like she owed it
to him to marry him after his catering to her needs even before his own for as
long as she could remember. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck in a
loveless marriage out of obligation and she was now trying everything she could
to convince herself that her marrying Jesse wouldn’t be like that, though she
was finding this more and more difficult with each question that popped into
her mind.
Adrienne
noticed the difference in her cousin’s mood since the detective’s visit and sat
her down when the two men left to find out what she was thinking and how she
was feeling, though she was fairly certain she already knew the answers to her
own questions. Her cousin’s opinion was very important to Grace and presently she
was telling her to stop questioning everything she was thinking and do what her
heart told her to do…what she felt was right at the moment Jesse had proposed;
which was a very deep love that she did
feel for her very best friend – the only person in her life who had never let
her down – that told her at that moment to say yes to him. Adrienne told her
cousin to marry Jesse and not look back. It didn’t take a genius to see that
there was clearly something – some sort of feelings – between Grace and
Detective Scheffield. She didn’t want her poor cousin to make another mistake
where a man was concerned and she believed throwing her lifelong friend over
for a man she barely knew would be a huge mistake. Grace agreed with every
point her cousin brought up, but still secretly she wondered if she were doing
the right thing by marrying Jesse Durant. Adrienne wondered exactly what had
taken place while she was in the coma; thinking she had missed some interesting
occurrences as she had slumbered.
Paul
Federici had noticed the tension between Grace and the detective and he was not
shy about bringing it up when the two men were in the car on the way to their
next victim. He couldn’t chastise him for long, though, because the next person
they were collecting a sample from was Herbert Mullins. Detective Scheffield
was happy to park the car and get out to knock on the old man’s door. Though he
was Grace’s grandfather, he had held back a little; especially when the
kidnapping incident was in full swing. He was devastated when he heard the
news, but felt he wasn’t a close enough family member yet to meddle in his granddaughter’s
business. He wanted more than anything for this to change, however. He wanted
to know Grace…and Adrienne because he knew if he wanted one in his life, he
would have to take both; they came as a package deal right now. The old man
wasn’t aware yet that there was to be a third person thrown into the equation
soon, though that wouldn’t matter to him any more than having to deal with
Adrienne mattered.
He offered a
DNA sample to the detective and the tech; not protesting at all and allowing
Paul to swab the inside of his cheek while he sat still. After collecting the
specimen the two men were off to the next neighbor, and then the next.
Detective Scheffield knew he was pushing the limits and that, technically, the
people he intended to ask for a sample did not have to provide one if they
didn’t want to do so. He actually had more luck in this arena than he thought
he would have; all but three people readily allowing the tech to take a swab of
their cheek cells; all of them knowing that they had nothing to hide. The
detective never got the feeling that any of them had something relevant to
hide, anyway, and he was pretty good at reading people…just like Grace; though
neither one was aware the other possessed such a talent and they had something
in common.
Grace was also
unaware that the detective had tried to reach Jesse and had been unable to get
him on the phone – and in several hours had not received a return call. This
was unlike her new fiancé; all she knew of him to be a kind and decent person;
one that did not tend to shirk responsibilities. He had readily agreed to give
a hair sample for comparison with the hair found on Genevieve’s robe; so her
thoughts would be that he was simply too busy at the moment to answer the
detective’s call. She believed that if he had anything to hide, he wouldn’t be
beginning a new life with her; making himself a permanent fixture in her life.
But she didn’t know he had been unavailable; so she wasn’t thinking about
anything pertaining to the trial of her uncle at this time. For once, she was
trying very hard to pay more attention to what needed to change in her life; do
what she believed would lead to the best future for her and everyone close to
her.
Marrying
Jesse would not interfere with her relationship with her cousin; she would
still be attending to her as much as was necessary; regardless of the serious new
relationship she was taking on. Three was never a crowd in her book anyway. The
three had all played together as children; it just so happened that he
gravitated more toward Grace when they all hit puberty. Actually, he had taken
to her long before that; having secretly loved her his entire life; even when
they were still too young to be considering such things. It had always been an
unbreakable bond and Grace hoped that was just the beginning for Jesse and her;
moving on to the next phase – opening doors that could never again be closed.
Right now she wished to go through with marrying him – and she wanted to make
it legal as soon as possible; partly so she had no chance to think about the
possibility that she could be making the biggest mistake of her troubled life.
She really didn’t want to think at all for a while; she only wanted to enjoy
having her cousin recover completely and settle into her new life as soon as it
could be arranged. With the two most important people well and in her life she
felt complete and believed she had no need of asking for any more than that.
The rest of
the afternoon was fairly uneventful for Grace and her recuperating cousin. The
two pretended to watch a movie together to pass some time; as Adrienne was
currently under house arrest; at least as far as her doctor was concerned. Of
course, she wasn’t adhering to the imposed rules quite as strictly as the
doctor would have hoped, but her cousin had been successful in keeping her in
the house and on the sofa – for the most part. Grace had already started dinner
for the three of them; her assumption being that her fiancé would be there for
the meal…and all of the naughty things that would probably take place after
that; after the three turned in for the night. Adrienne still couldn’t fathom
being able to sleep in her bedroom; actually considering taking up permanent
residence in the guest bedroom when she finally moved back upstairs to sleep –
or possibly her grandmother’s room; as long as Grace didn’t wish to claim it
for herself, which she doubted. There was plenty of time to sort all of that
out, though. At the moment, she really only wished to get better…and watch her
hair grow back where the surgeon who saved her life had shaved it off out of
necessity; even though she had such thick, luxurious hair that nobody could
even see the tiny bald patch without her purposely drawing attention to it.
Jesse
arrived home as expected, but seemed to clam up a bit when Grace asked him how
his day had gone. She simply shrugged it off; thinking more about not burning
dinner; something she had a slight reputation of doing in the past. Apparently
her cooking skills had improved, because her fiancé couldn’t seem to stop eating
long enough to begin a conversation with her or with her cousin; who had
happily joined them in the dining room; simply wishing to look at four
different walls for a little while. Besides, that was where their Gram had kept
the wine and all three of them thought that catching a little buzz was in
order; to celebrate the engagement and marriage to follow quickly; if Grace had
anything to say about it. So that is exactly what they did; passing jokes
around the table along with the delicious food and perfectly aged and dry red
wine.
Grace
mentioned casually to Jesse that the detective had come and collected another
DNA sample from her, but he failed to mention that he had not yet responded to
the message he had been left by Detective Scheffield. He seemed to her to be
very tense this evening and a bit unlike his usual optimistic self, but she
didn’t make much of it. She simply thought that he was nervous and a little
uncomfortable around her because they had just taken their relationship to the
next level. She had no knowledge yet of the fact that her fiancé had avoided
the detective today, though even if she knew she would probably rationalize
that situation as well; just like she had a few others recently; brushing off
some thoughts; storing them somewhere deeper in her mind so she could focus on
beginning her well-deserved future. After all, love is never right or wrong…is
it, she mused; thinking that love was truly
blind at times. A small part of her couldn’t help but continue to wonder if her
decisions were the best ones for her; her and her cousin; for she no longer
only had herself and her dog to consider when making life-changing decisions.
At least the
two cousins didn’t have to worry about finding permanent living arrangements;
neither of them having any intention of leaving any time soon the farm they had
both called home at times when they were children and when they were adults.
Actually, both of them had plans to begin repairing the inviting old house;
making it their own. Adrienne secretly had plans of one day turning the big
house into a modest bed and breakfast; a dream she had kept to herself because
she thought there would never be anyone to tell. She was happily surprised to
discover upon her arrival home from the hospital that her dream could possibly
someday become a reality after all. Honestly, Adrienne had never really had very
extravagant dreams; like wanting to travel the world and discover new places
and new experiences. She wished more for a simple life; one that was completely
her own.
She was
still having some difficulty where her father was concerned. The poor girl
wasn’t sure how to feel. She couldn’t be certain that her own father actually
shot her – with the intention of ending her life – and a small part of her
still felt an odd sort of love for him. He hadn’t been the best father or role
model for her and she had always been aware of that, but there was that nagging
part that said he was still her
father. He had raised her and provided a home for her complete with everything
she had ever needed, but had not ever paid much attention to anything she
wanted or anyone or anything about which she cared. When she was young there
were times when she only heard from her father if she had done something wrong
and had gotten caught. He was certainly never there to pat her on the back when
she did well, though. She had never gotten any attention from him in the form
of praise; like the man simply didn’t believe that was part of being a good
parent.
Like Grace,
Adrienne was ready to leave the past where it belonged…in the past. It was time
for the pair to settle down into some sort of stable and – if they were lucky –
happy life. Though she had not run the idea of turning the old house into a bed
and breakfast by her cousin yet, Adrienne would find that when she did her
cousin truly believed it was a good idea; considering the proximity to the
beach and the fact that the whole town relied on the added income during the
warm months; when the streets were crowded with vacationers and the town much
more exciting as well. The cousins had always seemed to be able to find more
trouble to get into during these months; though they also found their fair
share in the winter when things slowed down maybe a bit too much; boredom not
taking long to set in for either of them; something that hadn’t actually
changed so much over the years.
Poor Casey
was the only member of the family who was feeling quite displaced at the moment;
the new sleeping arrangements that included a man in her mistress’ bed every
night instead of only her bothering her very much. Enough confusing stuff had
been going on around her and this just added more uncertainty for her; for what
the relationship between Grace and her would become. The sad dog had curled up
in a ball at Adrienne’s feet downstairs on the living room sofa to sleep for
the night; the bed she normally shared with her mistress seeming a bit crowded to
her right now. Adrienne had allowed her to get comfortable with her instead;
actually happy for the companionship and the fact that she felt safe with the
big dog so near; still disturbed a little by the bumps in the night. Everyone –
including Casey – drifted off to sleep; dreaming of the new day to come.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
At the very
last second, Grace put her hand on the detective’s chest and gently pushed him
away; a part of her feeling regret for the decision. It was clear there was a
formidable chemical attraction between the two, but she could not bring herself
to act so selfishly; hurting the one person who had never in her life hurt her
– intentionally or by accident. She kept seeing Jesse’s handsome face in her
head; unable to fathom how badly her allowing Matt Scheffield to kiss her would
damage him; at this point not fully aware of just how deeply his love for his
lifelong best friend ran. She was completely in the dark about all the years he
had spent yearning for her; ignoring other women that had come and gone in his
life; many, many women trying to get his attention over the years. Jesse Durant
was an incredibly handsome man who could have had his pick out of scores of
beautiful women, but he had only ever wanted one woman. He wanted Grace.
“God,
Grace…I’m sorry.” offered Detective Scheffield as he felt her hand on his
chest; pushing him away reluctantly.
“No, I’m
sorry, Matt.” she replied, “I’m sorry…I just…Jesse and I…”
“Really, you
don’t have to explain. It’s my fault.” he said definitively, “I should not have
crossed that line. It’s completely unethical and I’m so sorry. Please forgive
me.”
“There’s
nothing to forgive. Let’s just forget about this little incident.” she
responded; truly hoping that the moment that had almost happened between them
could simply be swept under the rug. Things with her and Jesse were so new –
despite the years they had spent as friends – and she vowed to see it through;
see if the relationship was meant to be.
The next two
minutes were extremely awkward as the detective finished apologizing and turned
to leave after she was in the car and had the key in the ignition. Her heart
was still beating so fast she could almost see it through her clothes.
Confusion crept back into her head as she drove; as she wondered if her last
decision had been the right one to make. So many life-changing events had
happened so quickly in her life and she was still trying to make sense of it
all. Why did her grandmother have to die? Why did her uncle have to take her
mother away from her? Why hadn’t she known years ago that Jesse was the one she
was meant to be with; grow old with? Was he truly the one? These were but four
of the hundred questions to which she longed for answers. She had to be
realistic, though, and learn to somehow accept the fact that some of her
questions would plausibly never be answered.
Grace was at
a loss; not knowing what to do now or where to go. Thank goodness Jesse was
working, because she was positive there was no way she could face him right
now; even though she had stopped the detective before anything actually
happened she couldn’t help but feel some guilt. It wasn’t warranted, but she
had always been that way; she had, from the time she was very young, held the
belief that all the bad things that happened in her life – even as a child –
were in some way her fault, her responsibility. She had always felt that if she
had made different decisions throughout her life, then none of the bad things
would have occurred. If she had just complained less as a child being dragged
from horrible place to horrible place, then her mother wouldn’t have been so
troubled; then her mother would still be with her. She had felt that if she had
done things differently – married the first good man when he came around – then
she wouldn’t have had so many miserably failed relationships and would have
been happier. Now she knew that her mother not being there was not her choice;
that if she had gotten to choose, she would have chosen to stick around for her
daughter. Now she thought that, if she had married the first man that came
along, that she wouldn’t have the best lover in the world…her best friend.
Still it was confusing, though, because everything in her life now appeared to
be the polar opposite of what she had believed for so many years. She pondered
that, if nothing was what it had seemed, what else could she have been wrong
about; believed was true, though was anything but true? How many more events
were going to unfold in front of her; changing her entire belief system? She
honestly didn’t know and that confusion could only be sorted out with time;
something of which she had plenty in the present.
Not really
knowing what else to do, she decided to head over to the hospital and rehash
all of it with her quickly healing cousin. She was aware of how boring it must
be for Adrienne now; awake and surprisingly perfect as far as she could tell.
It was a toss-up as to who wanted her to be discharged from the hospital most –
Grace feeling that she was currently winning that battle. Her cousin was lucky
in a way, she thought, as strange as it seemed to think of it that way; her
having been shot in the head in an attempt to erase her existence. All she
could do was sit back and again be bowled over by all the awful manifestations
of evil in her cousin’s life being unable to break her spirit; being
unsuccessful in their attempts to render her so troubled that it felt as if the
only way out was suicide – or worse – trying to kill her themselves. None of it
had worked, though, because there she lay in the hospital bed; very much alive
and on her way to the slow journey of healing – physically and emotionally. At
least that healing was something the cousins could now share; making the load
feel a lot lighter on both of them.
Detective
Scheffield was kicking himself for what had almost happened between Grace and
him; hoping that she would forget about it and about how unethical an act it
really was. Unfortunately, at this time, he did not have enough to keep him
busy; to keep his thoughts where they should be right now…on the case against
Chris Devereaux, not kissing his niece. There was little he could do at this
time, though, except inform the man that not only was he going to be tried in
court for the murder of his mother and attempted murder of his daughter, he was
sure to be convicted of killing his sister ten years ago. It was sterling that
there was no statute of limitations for murder; that Grace could at least have
some closure regarding her mother’s death. He thought about what the poor woman
had had to endure since she arrived in town – which was less than two weeks
ago. He wondered if he would have handled all of it with dignity, as she
somehow managed to do. He had never met anyone like Grace Walker in his life; a
woman so strong she could probably survive just about anything and so oblivious
to this fact that she fancied herself weak instead. It was certain, he
ruminated, that someday she would look back on all of the terrible, unbearable,
and ill-deserved occurrences in her life and accept that they had a hand in
forming the woman she had become; a formidable opponent for anything or anyone
trying to do her harm in any way. If the events of the past couple weeks had
not been able to break her, he didn’t know who or what could. Now all he had to
do was find a way to get her off his mind; keep himself from thinking about her
from the moment he woke up in the morning until he closed his eyes and fell
asleep for the night. Not exactly a simple undertaking, he mused.
Jesse had
Grace on his mind all day and night as well, but he could now do much more than
fantasize about what it felt like to kiss her; about what it felt like to have
her reciprocate the feelings he had finally dredged up the courage to express.
He was thinking about her now; as he was in the midst of planning how he would
carry out the surprise he had for her; the surprise that he had actually begun
preparing for long ago; not just in the last few days. He wanted to make sure
that everything went off without a hitch; that it was an evening that would be
as close to perfect as he believed any evening could come. Not being the type
of person who discussed his intimate feelings with anyone – much less Grace –
it was difficult for him to plan this particular event because he was opening
himself up to possible rejection and, for him, that had always been the most
difficult thing.
He had been
alone for as long as he could remember; his parents having died in a terrible
car crash when he was only five years old. He was raised by his paternal
grandmother, who was nothing like Genevieve Deveraux, but cruel and neglectful
of him. The only person with which he had ever discussed this or any feelings
was Grace and even though he trusted her without question, there was still a
ton of old and new baggage that he completely left out of their conversations.
So what he had planned for that night had the potential to crush him
emotionally and he knew it. Still, he was going through with it. He had to…because
he simply could not find a way to live with the alternative. Just like her, he
had too many unanswered questions, too many what if’s in his life…and he had
grown as tired of this as she had. There was no backing out of it now, though,
he told himself. It was time for their lives to change; his, Grace’s, and
Adrienne’s lives and he was going to do his part to see that it happened.
When she got
to the hospital, Grace found her cousin wide awake and absent-mindedly flipping
through channel after channel on the television mounted on the wall in her
hospital room. She looked up, obviously happy to see her cousin; desperate for
someone to talk to or something to do to combat the boredom she was now
feeling; thinking she was more than ready to go home and finish recuperating
there; among familiar sights and olfactory memories; everything that screamed
to her that this was home. Staying in the hospital any longer was not what
Adrienne had in mind and she was not shy about expressing this to the nurses, doctors,
or basically anyone who would listen. In fact, the hospital staff was probably
beginning to tire of her constant complaints; all of them more than happy to
see her go home soon. Her cousin knew that she could be a handful, but when she
got her mind set on something, there was no changing it. This facet of her
personality seemed to have survived the shooting just fine, thought Grace,
chuckling to herself.
Actually she
just got a good report from the doctor right after her cousin arrived; saying
that the swelling on her brain had come down to almost nothing and he didn’t
see why Adrienne had to remain in the hospital any longer. She still had plenty
of recuperating to do, however, so he imposed several restrictions on her
release. Grace joked about the situation; voicing that it almost sounded like
her cousin was getting paroled from prison, not going home from the hospital.
Her cousin said she could joke all she wanted to right now because the doctor
had appointed her Adrienne’s guardian; a position that would probably be
somewhat akin to slavery by the time she was through with her. Grace could picture
in her head her cousin lying on the living room sofa all day with a little bell
that she could ring any time she wanted or needed something. And that was
plausibly exactly how things were going to turn out, but she didn’t care. She
would happily take care of Adrienne as long as she needed help. Anything to
have her home where she belongs, she thought.
As the
doctor was preparing her discharge papers, Detective Scheffield was going over
the results of the analysis of the hair samples he had sent off to a lab in
Raleigh that finally arrived and was dropped on his desk while he was away from
it; all the other officers respecting the fact that the rookie detective had to
see and hear absolutely everything for himself; leaving not much for the others
to do in regards to the current case against Chris Devereaux. He still had not
as of yet charged the prisoner with the murder of his sister; waiting for the
word to come down from his boss, Brady Peterson. He wanted to be certain that
the state could put him away for a very long time for his sister’s homicide;
the prosecution still not sure if they had a strong enough case to get a
conviction on the other charges; his mother’s homicide and daughter’s attempted
homicide.
The case was
purely circumstantial and many times cases like that are difficult to win. Yes,
it was his gun that they had pulled from the pond in the woods behind his
mother’s house and his fingerprints had been the only ones found on the weapon,
but they really couldn’t prove that he used it to shoot the two victims or that
he was the one who disposed of it in that pond. Granted, nearly the entire town
would like nothing more than for Chris Devereaux to never again see the light
of day, but that might not happen in this case. The other one had to be a sure
win, thought the detective; having an eye witness who could relay the whole,
awful story of how her aunt, Vivienne Devereaux, was murdered in cold blood.
And the fact that the eye witness was his own daughter carried a particularly
heavy weight, Detective Scheffield believed. Either way, the man was going to
prison – and doing a lot of time – for homicide.
The
detective read over the analysis of the hair samples very carefully; not
understanding all the scientific jargon, but able to figure out what the end
result was in any case. It turned out, to his dismay, that the one human hair
that was pulled off of Genevieve’s robe where she lay dead at the bottom of the
stairs did not match any of the samples he had collected. They had a complete
DNA profile, but that mattered little if the DNA didn’t match anyone already in
the system. The hair did not belong to a person who had been convicted of any
felony crime, so that sent them directly back to square one. Detective
Scheffield wasn’t sure what to do next; where to go from there. As best as he
could recall, he had collected hair samples from Chris and Caroline Devereaux,
Grace Walker, Herbert Mullins, Jesse Durant, and several of Genevieve’s closest
neighbors. It certainly did not come from Chris Devereaux’s head and that was
just one more valuable punch for the defense to pull; arguing that if the hair
of an unknown perpetrator was what was found on the body of the deceased at the
crime scene, then the shooter could not possibly have been Chris Devereaux. It
had to be someone else; perhaps a stranger merely passing through town. The
detective could already hear the defense lawyer arguing this point.
Unfortunately, there was a fairly decent chance that he could walk for the
shootings of his mother and daughter, but he still wouldn’t be walking anywhere
except directly to a prison cell; the tiny space that would be his home for
what the detective hoped would be a very long time. At the very least, he would
be an extremely old man by the time he was released – unless he got life with
no parole – which was exactly what practically everyone desired to see happen.
So Detective
Scheffield made his way over to Brady Peterson’s office to deliver the bad
news; the analysis of the hair samples didn’t answer a question…it made them
ask another one. Now they had to go back and collect DNA samples from all of
the same people who gave them hair samples because the hair didn’t match any of
the samples given; plus find out who else he must have missed. Whoever the hair
actually belonged to had never committed a crime in his or her life until now.
What a crime to begin with, thought the detective. Homicide. He was having
trouble putting the pieces together in this puzzle; nothing seemed to fit
anywhere all of a sudden.
Plus, the
hair found on Genevieve not belonging to her son, Chris, only reinforced for
him the fact that he never thought the man committed this crime in the first
place. He wasn’t sure why he felt this way; it wasn’t something that could be
put into words; just a feeling, a hunch he had. His opinion was that, since all
of the evidence pointed more toward his innocence than his guilt, he would
probably end up walking on these charges – unless somehow the jury was swayed
enough due to the gun and fingerprints on it – which he doubted. Just another
hunch he had. He did, however, believe that prison was exactly where Chris Devereaux
belonged. He believed whole-heartedly that he was a guilty man; guilty of
homicide…guilty of the murder of his own sister. The man clearly had some sort
of moral vacuity; what else was he capable of if he would kill his own flesh
and blood; undoubtedly over an argument that wasn’t worth killing to win. Just
another feeling he had about the man.
Grace and
Adrienne were leaving the hospital – hopefully for the last time – and on their
way home; their home now; just the two of them. They had always imagined as
children growing up and taking over the family property; joked about being two
old ladies sitting on the front porch in their rocking chairs sipping sweet tea
and watching the sunset. The cousins had many good memories from childhood;
despite the tumultuous upbringing they both had to survive somehow. And they
did. Survive. Adrienne was alive and surprisingly well and they were going to
face what the future held together; just like they had done so many times when
they were young. Theirs was a bond that clearly wasn’t meant to be broken; not
now anyway.
Adrienne
still had to rest and was given specific instructions from the doctor about
what activities in which she could and could not participate. She was not to
ride in a car any more than absolutely necessary and any physical exertion was
to be kept to a minimum. Grace was there to take care of her properly, she
thought. She could certainly make sure she was fed three square meals a day and
wasn’t out running about town; that she would get plenty of fluids and bedrest.
It almost sounded to her like her cousin merely had a touch of the flu; not a
bullet that remained lodged in her head – probably forever. But it wasn’t the
flu and she had every intention of tending to her as she needed to and making
sure she didn’t try to do too much or leave the house unless necessary.
Adrienne was going to make a full recovery if her persistent cousin had
anything to do with it.
The patient
was in good spirits in the car; so happy to be out of the hospital and going
home, but when Grace pulled into the driveway she noticed her cousin tense up a
bit. Perhaps she was thinking of what had happened there at ‘Devereaux Downs’;
to her and to her grandmother. It saddened her deeply that she had been unable
to attend the funeral. She still felt like she needed to say a proper goodbye
to Genevieve. She just wasn’t sure how to achieve that goal. Would she still
feel her in the house, she wondered, or would it only be a house; a big, empty
house when she walked through the door? Grace had told Adrienne of how she had
dreamt of their grandmother every night up to the night of the kidnapping and
she mused that her spirit may still not be at rest. After all, the case against
her father had yet to go to trial, so there was still unrest in her opinion.
Part of her wished that her grandmother’s spirit was still lingering in the
house; giving her a chance to see or feel her presence one more time; just to
tell her all was well and she could move on to the next world in which she
would live. She just wished for one more time to see her; just one more.
Grace put
the key in the lock on the front door; having helped her cousin out of the car
and up to the porch. She looked back at her with an expression that seemed to
ask “Are you ready?” Adrienne merely nodded her head; holding her breath in
anticipation of seeing the big, old house again. It went a bit better than she
thought it would; her stepping over the threshold slowly, looking all around as
she walked in. Casey heard the key in the lock and had run up to the door as
her mistress and Adrienne came in; her little nub of a tail wagging furiously.
Grace was careful not to let the huge dog jump up on her cousin; which she had
a bad habit of doing, though that was probably Grace’s fault for she always
allowed her to do it to her. Adrienne petted her soft head lovingly as she
stepped into the living room, right off the foyer to the left as one walks in;
taking in a big breath of air that smelled of aged wood and nostalgia. It did
feel strange to Adrienne to walk in and not hear her grandmother’s voice
yelling at her from the kitchen with her usual, “I’m back here. In the
kitchen.” Now the kitchen was empty; just another room in the large farmhouse.
She didn’t imagine there would be a whole lot of cooking done in that kitchen
anymore. She and Grace were not the best at preparing meals. It was funny, but
the two were actually having the same thought at the same time. Grace couldn’t
help but think, thank God for Jesse, for he could actually cook. He would
obviously be spending a lot more time here than he had in the past; due to the
partnership developing between the new lovers.
While the
two cousins were getting settled in their house, Jesse was putting the final
touches on the surprise he had planned for Grace tonight. It was a surprise
that he had actually begun preparing for years ago, but hadn’t felt the moment
was right until now. Either that or he simply hadn’t had the guts to put his
feelings out there to be judged by Grace; the possibility of her rejecting him
had been too great in his mind. In reality, she hadn’t rejected him at all.
Things between them seemed to him to be – perfect. He knew that he had spent
the last two nights in her bed; making love every night and waking up still in
a loving embrace every morning. The two had not been apart long since that
first night; only taking time to deal with necessary tasks during the daytime;
each waiting impatiently for night to come again so they could be together.
Grace made
Adrienne comfortable on the living room sofa; night beginning to fall. Her cousin
could not bring herself to sleep in the same bed in the same room where she had
been shot in the head as she slept. Maybe she would never be able to, but there
was plenty of time in which to decide that. Nothing had to be rushed. She could
take as much time as she needed to get settled for good in the big, old house
that she had called home almost as many times as Grace had throughout her life.
Jesse showed up at the house then; surprised to see Adrienne home so soon after
her ordeal, but nonetheless happy that she was there and recuperating quickly. He
had planned a special evening for just Grace and him, but he could improvise,
he thought. He would work with what he had.
He brought
in the picnic dinner – complete with champagne – that he had packed for the two
to dine on right on the beach. Since that wasn’t happening tonight, the three
would simply have to attend the dinner in the living room; right where Adrienne
laid. Grace was pleasantly surprised by the picnic he had planned; not knowing
what she was going to feed her poor cousin that night. She guessed she should
have called him and told him she was bringing Adrienne home, though he did not
seem to mind the third wheel in this situation. He was, however, mulling over
whether or not he should save the big surprise he had for his new love for
another time. After careful thought, he decided that there was no time like the
present; knowing that if he backed out now he may lose his nerve and end up
losing her all over again. That was definitely not what he wanted to happen. He
wouldn’t let that happen again, he vowed silently.
The three
ate and talked for a couple of hours; all three happy at this moment. Just happy
to be well and together. This night felt like so many nights had in the past,
for the three had been through a lot together; all growing up in a small town;
each with their own problems. Jesse had lost his parents very young and was
raised by a heavy-handed and unkind grandmother. Adrienne lost her mother very
young as well; raised by her cruel father and plausibly even crueler
stepmother, so they had this in common with each other. Grace’s upbringing had
not been so far removed from her cousin’s and best friend’s upbringing. She had
never even met her father and had lost her mother as a young adult; though it
was her grandmother who cared for her the most during her childhood. Any way
one looked at it, the three of them had shared much in life and all of them
hoped that the trend of being together and involved in each other’s lives would
continue; just on a slightly different note. Grace and Adrienne now owned the
homey farmhouse and were delighted that they could finally make it their own;
make it a home that they wanted to last for all time. Now, they were the ones
calling the shots and both women couldn’t be happier about that. Being shuffled
around from place to place would never happen again as far as they were
concerned. This would be their home forever – however long that was meant to be
for the cousins.
After everyone
had eaten, Grace got up to start clearing the dishes away and tidy up a bit,
but Jesse stopped her as she rose from her chair by grabbing her hand gently
and pulling her back down to her seat. She had no idea what he was doing, but
she acquiesced and sat there; waiting for whatever it was he was going to do or
say. He had an extremely nervous look about him, she thought; his hand even
being a tad sweaty when he had grabbed hers. She couldn’t imagine what was
about to follow, but she was definitely curious about his slightly odd
behavior. After all, he had never been a typical man; always following the beat
of a different drum. So she wasn’t expecting what he was about to say, but
simply thought he had a little speech or something to give now that Adrienne
was home.
To her
shock, instead of going into a speech about her cousin’s return home, he
dropped down to one knee in front of where Grace sat and took both of her hands
in his own. Her heart began to beat at a furious pace, now aware of just what
exactly he had planned. She looked over at Adrienne, who smiled at her
knowingly and seemed to hold her breath in anticipation as well as her cousin.
“Grace, I
love you. I have loved you my whole life and I don’t want to lose you again. Ever
again.” he began. “It would feel like this were too soon to make this move, but
I’ve known you as long as I can remember. We have survived a lot in the past
together…and I’m hoping we can survive everything that the future holds…together.
You have always been my very best friend…and now I want my best friend to be my
wife. Marry me, Grace.” he said as he pulled from his pocket a small, black
jewelry box. He flipped it open and inside there was the most beautiful diamond
ring she had ever seen; even more beautiful than the one she had slipped off of
her finger when she left Michael. He pulled the ring from the box and gently
took her left hand; waiting for an answer to his very serious question.
Across town,
Detective Scheffield was lying in his bed; wide awake because he could not stop
thinking. He couldn’t stop thinking about the moment that had almost happened
between Grace and him earlier in the day. He thought about how beautiful she
was – inside and out – and how different a woman she was; different than any
woman he had ever met in his life. There was a strength he saw in her that he
admired very much. He thought that he may not have had the fortitude to deal
with and overcome all of the obstacles she had faced in her life. All of the
things in her life that tried to knock her down had only succeeded in becoming
a mere hiccup to her, for she had gotten back up every single time she had been
knocked down and had persevered despite things in her life that many other
people could not have survived. He respected her very much for this.
He also couldn’t
help but think about the case against Chris Devereaux – the current case. Who could
he have missed when he collected hair samples, he pondered. There had to be
someone or something he had overlooked. He was only collecting DNA samples from
the people he had collected hair samples from for further proof that the
shooter’s DNA did not match any of their’s; the person the police sought was
clearly someone else. How he could have missed a suspect in the tiny town
bothered him greatly. He simply could not fathom who else it could be; who else
was there to look at, he asked himself over and over.
It was just beginning to dawn on him that
perhaps the hair samples had not been collected carefully enough; him having
doled that out as the responsibility of a few other officers. He realized that
he couldn’t do everything himself – as much as he wanted to do just that. He had
to allow the men under him to work the case as well. Though now that he had
done that, he thought it may have been a mistake. Did they watch each person
carefully as they were given the samples? Was it possible that someone had
given them a false sample because they had allowed the suspects too much
freedom in turning in a usable hair sample? Was it possible that someone had
tried to trick the police – to dupe them – by giving them hair that really
belonged to another? These were the questions plaguing him this night; keeping
him from getting some badly needed rest; the sleep that he had not gotten since
this case first broke. Now, on top of the questions he had about the case, he
had unanswered questions where Grace was concerned. All he knew right then was
that he wanted to stop thinking for a while; leave the second-guessing of
himself for the new day that followed.
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