Part 20 (1/2)
The relief on her face was almost palpable. Her shoulders drooped and her head hung low for a few moments, until she raised it again and met his gaze in the mirror.
”You don't know how much that means to me.”
Her voice was low and husky. The weight of emotion in it clutched at his heart. He dragged his gaze away and ran a hand through his hair.
”You think Darryl's responsible, and who knows? Maybe he is. But we still don't even know if she's really missing, let alone dead. From the tone of her emails, she was planning to leave. How do we know she didn't simply do that, this time without Daisy's knowledge or involvement?”
Tears glistened in Kate's eyes and Riley steeled himself to remain objective. He had to ignore the plea in her watery gaze and focus on the facts. It was the only way they were going to solve this.
”I thought you were on a day off.”
Her words cut into his thoughts. He offered her a slight smile.
”I am. What's left of it, anyway. But I won't rest while there's a fresh lead in your mother's disappearance. I want to find her as much as you do.” He caught the quick denial on her lips and cut her off. ”Okay, maybe not as much as you, but I take my work seriously, despite what you might think.”
She looked away and a faint blush stole into her cheeks. ”I'm sorry,” she murmured. ”I was awfully rude to you that day.”
He flashed a grin and brushed her apology away. ”Hey, as you said, you were jetlagged. We can all get a bit stroppy after twenty-plus hours in the air.”
Her eyes suddenly widened. She swung around in her chair until she was facing him. ”Oh my goodness, I forgot to tell you! It's about something I remembered last night. That's why I called you the first time.”
Riley felt a stab of guilt, even though he knew she wasn't having a go at him. He sat forward, her excitement contagious. ”What is it?”
”It was something Darryl said when I saw him yesterday. We were talking about Mom's laptop. He said she was never off it and he'd never understand why she found it so interesting.”
Riley frowned and sorted through her words in his head, trying to work out what had gotten her so worked up.
When he didn't respond, she stood and paced in front of the bed. ”Don't you see? He used the past tense.”
Understanding dawned. Could it really mean Darryl knew she was dead? Surely if he expected her to return he wouldn't have phrased it that way? Riley shook his head. He couldn't say. It was definitely odd and just one more thing stacked against the man.
”I talked to your old housekeeper. She told me your mom was going blind. Rosemary didn't want Darryl to know.”
Shock spread across Kate's face. ”Oh, my G.o.d, I had no idea. Mom never told me. Are you sure? Did Mrs Fitzgerald actually say Mom said that?”
Riley nodded. ”I think Maggie was the only one who knew. Your mother made her promise not to tell Darryl. According to the housekeeper, they hadn't been getting on so good.”
Folding her arms across her chest, Kate pressed her lips together. ”I could have told you that. I picked it up from Mom's emails over the last few months before she stopped corresponding.”
”Did she say anything specific?”
Her eyes flashed. ”Don't you think I would have told you-?”
He reared back and held up his hands. ”Whoa, I wasn't implying-”
”It was more what she didn't say,” Kate interrupted him, the indignation fading from her face. ”She knew I didn't like Darryl. She was always trying to make me see him in a better light, like she could change my mind about him. She'd share things they'd done together and tell me how lucky she was to have him.”
Her voice drifted off. Riley watched a myriad of emotions chase each other across her face.
”Then, there was nothing,” Kate continued quietly. ”The last couple of months, she didn't mention him, apart from telling me she was cutting him out of her will. She didn't elaborate on her reasons, but it was obvious things between them weren't good. I was relieved she'd finally given up trying to convince me he was a saint.” She sighed.
The anger and tension slowly released her from its grip. Her shoulders slumped. She sat down beside him.
”I've said this before, but he's responsible for whatever happened to Mom, Riley. I know he is.”
Riley nodded and reached for her hand. She tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip.
”I found out yesterday Darryl's been involved in police corruption. At least, that's the way it looks.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but he shook his head. ”I can't tell you any more than that. I've handed it over to Internal Affairs. Of course, it doesn't make him a murderer, but it does say a lot for his character.”
Kate's eyes grew huge as they absorbed the ramifications. ”We need to find her.”
CHAPTER 20.
Kate glanced across at Riley's strong, sure hands where they gripped the steering wheel. He'd phoned her from the station after locating an address for Detective Sergeant Barry Bloomfield, now retired, and a half hour later he'd collected her outside her motel room.
The morning sun filtered through the windscreen and into her eyes. She'd forgotten her sungla.s.ses and now pulled down the sun visor to shade her face. Her skin wasn't used to exposure to the harsh Australian sun anymore, even a milder winter sun. Riley shot her a look and noticed her hands were clenched in her lap.
”Hey,” he coaxed. ”Try and relax. I know it's easier said than done, but we have the best part of a couple of hours, yet. I hope you don't get carsick because some of this road twists and turns like a rollercoaster and it's pretty steep.”
Kate managed a small smile. ”Don't worry, Detective. I promise I won't ruin your immaculate squad car.”
A grin tugged at his lips. She wished she could see his eyes behind the Ray Bans as his head tilted toward the detritus of takeaway food packets, chocolate bar wrappers and soda cans that littered the floor beneath her feet.
”Hey, I'm not the only one who uses this car,” he protested. ”The fingerprint guys will be able to tell you most of it belongs to Chase.” He flashed her another grin. ”I'll be exonerated and then you'll have to tell me how sorry you are for besmirching my character.”
Kate grinned back, thankful for his attempt to distract her. Her gaze lingered on his crisp white s.h.i.+rt and navy-blue suit pants. A dark blue-and-gray striped tie was knotted around his neck. She'd noticed a navy suit jacket lying flat across the back seat when she'd climbed in. He'd obviously dressed for the occasion and she couldn't help but feel pleased he'd made the effort.
Apart from the good impression it was sure to make on Daisy Bloomfield, she got to drink in the sight of him in business attire-she'd always been partial to a well-cut suit. With his broad shoulders and narrow hips, his good looks were only intensified.
Heat stole into her cheeks and she turned her face away and stared out of the window before he caught sight of the tell-tale blush and started drawing his own conclusions.
She thought of their last kiss and her heart picked up its rhythm, but it was excitement, not fear that caused it. The feeling was so new to her, she wondered at the reality of its existence, but she couldn't deny it was there.
She wanted to kiss him again. She wanted to feel his lips on hers and his muscular arms drawing her in against his chest. He made her feel safe, protected, loved.
Loved? Was she out of her mind? He didn't love her and she sure as h.e.l.l didn't love him. She barely knew him. Just because he was the first man who'd made her forget about her past for a while, that didn't mean the tumultuous feelings went any deeper than a fleeting physical attraction. And even if she yearned for things to be different, if he ever found out about her childhood, he'd never look at her with desire again.
With that thought firmly in the fore, she pushed the faint spark of hope that things could be different to the furthest recess of her heart and vowed to focus on what was really important: finding her mother. Talking to Daisy Bloomfield was at the top of the list.
Riley glanced at the navigation system mounted on the windscreen and made a left turn. According to the GPS, the Bloomfield house was right in front of them, at the end of a cul de sac lined with modern mansions and manicured lawns.
The Bloomfield residence was equally impressive. A two-story, cement-rendered structure painted mushroom gray, bordered by a high-walled fence in the same finish, stood tall and imposing at the end of the street. A pair of black wrought iron gates guarded the entrance and provided a glimpse of vast, winter-yellowed lawns and tidy garden beds. Parking the car at the curb, Riley glanced over at Kate.
”Looks like it pays to be a police officer-at least, a retired one. My pay packet sure as h.e.l.l wouldn't buy this kind of lifestyle. Between this house and Darryl's, it's hard to tell which one of them is doing it tougher.”