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Preston and Cam appeared behind her mother.
“How are you doing?” Cam asked, coming to her side. In his early fifties, he was a hippie, who came to Santa Fe in the early seventies and never left. He still bore some of his rebellious attitude toward the establishment and wore what was left of his hair pulled back in a ponytail. His salt-and-pepper beard was neatly trimmed. His designs had become famous, and he’d developed a wide following. He was also a major dealer of native jewelry created by local artisans.
Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he hugged her.
She stiffened. “I’m okay.” She didn’t sound convincing to her own ears. When he released her, she stepped back.
Preston caught her gaze. “Are you sure?” He was the polar opposite of Cam. Preston Jones was tall, with a hundred-dollar haircut and clothes of the Hollywood elite, silk shirts and designer pants. She didn’t believe for a moment that he would help scrub this room. He’d probably give the sponge to her mother or Cam and then supervise.
“I can’t believe what happened here.” Cam looked around the room. “When I arrived this morning, the last of the cops were driving off. No one would tell me anything until your mom got here.” Shaking his head, he asked, “Why would anyone want to harm Joyce?”
Elena looked at her mother. They needed to talk.
“Guys, Mom and I need a few minutes,” Elena informed them.
The men glanced at Diane and she nodded.
Cam rested his hand on Elena’s arm. “If there’s anything that I can do, you let me know.”
She appreciated Cam. He’d been a rock when her father died. Those first few days after she arrived home from New York City had been hectic, but if something needed to be done, Cam had stepped up and helped until Adrian had arrived from Seattle.
Preston nodded. “Those are my sentiments, too. If you need anything, call.”
After the men left, Diane turned back to her daughter. “How are you?”
Elena sat down in the old rocker they’d recently acquired. “I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d go get my keys and purse from the cops. Detective Stillwater was still there.”
Diane sat on the coffee table next to the rocker. “And—”
“Why didn’t you ever tell me about Joyce’s police record?”
Diane looked down at her hands. “It wasn’t my secret.”
“You didn’t think I needed to know?”
“At the time, no.” When Diane looked up again, she grabbed Elena’s hand. “Do you remember when your father worked in the prison ministry?”
“Vaguely.”
“It was something he had a passion for. He met Joyce while she was still incarcerated for helping her ex-husband to pass counterfeit twenties. Apparently her ex-husband convinced her to pass some of the funny money.”
“She knew that money wasn’t real?”
“Yes. When Joyce came up for probation, your dad was contacted and asked if he would sponsor her.”
“So he agreed?”
“Yes. He believed Joyce had turned her life around and wanted to give her a new start. Your father trusted her. His trust was rewarded. Besides, your father’s faith in her led her back to church.”
Elena wasn’t surprised by the news. Phillip Jackson had been a mighty man of God with a heart that encompassed all around him. He’d been a tall man, with a full head of black hair. His laugh had been a thing of pure joy, and his smile had eased her heart more than once. When the Jacksons had first adopted her, she remembered how nervous she was around Phillip, worried that his temper would flare out of control. That had been her experience with her birth father. He would rage, shout and strike out. If he was mad, everyone in the family knew to hide.
Elena remembered the first time she’d disobeyed Phillip. She’d been in the antique store and spilled her purple grape soda on her father’s desk. She knew the rule about not bringing drinks into the office. When Phillip had discovered it, he’d been livid. He’d yelled and approached her. She covered her head with her hands expecting a blow. When nothing happened, she peeked through her fingers. Her father’s stricken expression shocked her. He squatted before her and waited.
It took several minutes, but she lowered her hands. He then said the most amazing thing. “I’m sorry, Elena.” She hadn’t believed her ears.
“I was wrong to yell at you. Please forgive me.”
Elena wasn’t sure she heard right. “Huh?”
“I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?”
It was the first time in her life anyone had asked for her forgiveness. But he didn’t move and continued to look at her.
“Yes. I forgive you.”
He nodded. “I give you my word, Elena, that I will never raise my hand to you. That doesn’t mean that when you do wrong you won’t be punished. But you will never have to fear me.”
Her father had been true to his word. He’d loved her and guided her through her teens. She knew her father would forgive her, but there were consequences for doing wrong. Slowly over the years, she learned to trust, and God had worked through Phillip to show her what a true father would do for his child.
Phillip had been that way with all the people around him. “Why didn’t you tell me about Joyce?”
“It happened while you were away at school. Besides, your father felt if Joyce wanted to share her past with you, she would’ve.”
Oddly, the information made Elena feel worse. Why hadn’t her father trusted her with that information?
“I guess I better start on the carpet.” Diane stood and walked back to the spot where Joyce’s body had been.
Elena came to her side. “I agree with the guys. Let a professional clean it.”
After a moment’s pause, Diane nodded her head. “Okay.”
“I’ll go call our regular guy.” She started toward the office.
“Elena—”
She stopped and looked over her shoulder.
“It wasn’t you, sweetheart. Your father thought it wasn’t his secret to tell.”
“I understand.” But in her heart, she didn’t.
When Daniel woke at two in the afternoon, he showered, dressed, and made himself a cup of coffee. The night shift always took it out of him or maybe he was getting too old for night shifts. On the refrigerator under the magnet from Carlsbad Caverns was the playoff schedule for April’s soccer team. The final game was tonight at five. Her gym bag with her soccer uniform and shoes sat by the back door. He grabbed his digital camera, wanting to catch all the action of the game, and added it to the pile he needed to put into the trunk of his car.
Sitting down at the kitchen table, he opened his Bible to Ephesians 6 and read the chapter. Verse 11 jumped out at him—Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.
He knew from experience how important that armor was. When he was in Afghanistan fighting with his unit, he felt at peace in the midst of the flying bullets and tank fire. But when the chaplain had told Daniel his wife was dying of cancer, he’d felt naked. He’d come home within days and had two weeks with Nita before she died. In those dark hours beside her bed, he realized what he’d done to his wife. He had more of a bond with the guys in his unit than his wife. She hadn’t blamed or accused him of being a rotten husband, but she exacted a promise that he would not leave April. It was a promise that he’d not broken.
Shaking off the memories, he closed his Bible, snagged April’s gym bag and walked to his car. “Thank You, Lord, for another chance with April.”
He loved every moment with his little girl.
Walking into the police headquarters, Daniel met Raul. He held up the file in his hand. “ME’s preliminary report.”
The news stunned Daniel. “Already?”
“Amazingly, there was a lull at the morgue, so he got to our vic. She was stabbed four times. With the first three, our perp missed her heart. It was the final blow, straight into the heart that killed her.”
Obviously the crime had occurred at Past Treasures. Had the murderer been trying to rob the shop, or did it have something to do with Joyce’s life? “You want to interview the surrounding shop owners to see what they know?” They needed to know more about the victim. The square where the murder had occurred had a very low robbery and murder rate.
“I do. Let me get my coat and we’ll canvass the area.”
Once Raul got his coat, it took less than five minutes to get to Past Treasures. The store remained closed and Daniel didn’t see activity inside. They walked next door to the art gallery.
A tall, distinguished-looking man with a full head of dark hair and a deep tan approached them. “Gentlemen, how may I help you? Are you here to see the latest Jean-Paul Jaunes painting before it flies out the door?”
“I’m Detective Daniel Stillwater and this is my partner, Detective Raul Rodriguez. We’re with the Santa Fe Police and are investigating the murder of Joyce Murphy.”
He shook his head. “When I saw that Diane hadn’t opened the store, I went over there to see what the matter was. That was so tragic.”
Raul scowled. The guy was putting it on rather thick.
“Could we speak to you about Joyce?” Daniel asked.
“Of course. Why don’t we talk in my office?”
They followed him to the back of the store. His office was off the back workroom. Paintings, storage crates and bubble wrap filled the room, but no one was in sight. Mr. Jones walked to the enclosed office in the front corner. He’d spared no expense in furnishing the room, from the antique Spanish desk to the Tiffany lamp on the desktop. Beside it sat a laptop, open and working. Motioning to the chairs before the desk, he sat in the chair behind it.
Once settled, Daniel asked, “How well did you know Joyce?”
“She worked next door for several years. We traded hellos, but I didn’t know her very well.”
“Did you ever see her with a boyfriend? Or a friend she hung with?”
“No. The woman was completely closed up. She didn’t do small talk.”
Raul leaned forward. “Did she ever come over here and look at your gallery? Maybe talk about business at the store next door?”
“She came over here a couple of times. She didn’t appreciate fine art. And she couldn’t afford it. I told her it was a good investment, but she didn’t believe me.”
Daniel jotted down a couple of notes. “Do you know if anyone had anything against Joyce? Someone who she had a fight with.”
“I can’t say I ever saw anyone fight with her. But she mentioned working at the homeless shelter, the food bank and her church. There are plenty of people at the homeless shelter you can’t trust. Try there.”
“What church?” Raul asked.
“First Community Church over on St. Mary’s Avenue.”
“Did she ever mention anything about her past?” Daniel wondered if Joyce had told anyone about her time in prison.
“Nothing. One time I asked about her plans over the Fourth of July holidays—if any of her family was coming into town. She said nothing about family and planned to stay in town.”
“Can you think of anything else about Joyce? Habits, likes, dislikes?” Daniel hoped that Preston might help provide a clue to Joyce’s killer.
“She loved the Dodgers. Knew all the members of the team. She was something of a baseball fanatic.”
That piece of news could help. “Did she like college baseball?”
“Can’t say. You might ask Diane or Susan and Jeff Marks over at Mama Rosa’s.”
Daniel glanced at his partner, silently asking if he had any questions. Raul shook his head.
Pulling out his business card, Daniel handed it to Preston. “If you think of anything else, call me.”
Preston dropped the card onto his desk. “Sure.”
The detectives started out of the store, but Raul stopped by a large painting of a lily on a branch. Daniel had to swallow his smile at his partner’s puzzled expression.
“Are you interested in buying a good piece of art?” Preston flashed a smile at the detectives. “I have several up-and-coming local artists. You can buy them at a reasonable price before they become famous.”
Raul’s eyes widened. “There’s a market for this stuff?”
Jones bristled. “This is the Jean-Paul Jaunes painting I told you about earlier. He is the hottest upcoming painter on the art scene in the Southwest.”
Daniel grinned. Raul was more into the bold colors of his conquistador ancestors.
“Well, for that price, he better be number one.”
The painting’s price was equal to two months of a detective’s salary.
“It is an investment, Detective.”
“Yeah, well, I’d rather put that kind of money in a good car,” Raul replied.
Preston sniffed and walked away.
“Apparently, you have no taste,” Daniel teased.
“No, I just have common sense. I don’t plan on being robbed.” Raul nodded to the door.
They walked down the street to Cam’s jewelry store, Three Star Creations, located on the south side of Past Treasures. The instant they walked into the store, Cam looked up from the customer he was helping. “I’ll be with you gentlemen in a moment,” he said, and went back to helping his customer. While Cam finished up, Daniel surveyed the store. Three Star Creations had a name in the city for its unique and inventive pieces.
When the customer finished her purchase and left the store, the man turned to Raul. “What can I do for you?”
Daniel stepped forward and introduced himself and the other detective. “You know about the murder of Joyce Murphy.”
He shook his head. “I couldn’t believe what I saw when I came to work this morning. I’ve been sitting with Diane and Elena all morning.”
“Can you tell me anyone who might want to hurt the victim?”
