Cold Pursuit - Carla Neggers [122]
He was on the top step when he felt Moose ease in next to him, but when Grit turned to say something, his friend and teammate—the man who’d saved his life—was gone.
Thirty-Seven
Jo found Nora on the floor in front of the stone fireplace with her knees tucked up under her chin as she stared, motionless, at the flames. Lowell Whittaker had just called A.J. to let him know that Nora’s mother had arrived in Black Falls and he and Vivian were driving her up to the lodge.
With his fiancée and best friend dead on top of not mentioning his breakfast with Alex Bruni, Thomas was still with the police. Dozens of law enforcement vehicles stretched down the ridge road. The local police, the Vermont State Police, the FBI, ATF, federal prosecutors, state prosecutors—they were all there.
So was Wes Harper, the recently retired Black Falls police chief.
“Mind if I join you?” Jo asked Nora and, without waiting for an answer, sat on the floor next to her. The fire was roaring. Everyone who passed it seemed to toss on a log. “I could sleep here, I think. Have you had anything to eat?”
“Some cocoa.”
“Me, too. It’s good, isn’t it?”
“I guess. Devin…How is he?”
“He’s back home with his sister and brother. He’s banged up, but he’ll be okay.”
She sniffled, but her eyes never left the fire. “He saved my life. I wish I’d saved his instead.” Fat tears rolled down her cheeks. “I wish I’d done something.”
“You did. You trusted your instincts, and you ran after Alex’s death.” Jo spoke quietly but firmly, believing every word she said. She was aware of Elijah behind them, close enough to hear, far enough not to intrude. “Drew Cameron came to Washington in April two weeks before you and your father were up here.”
Nora didn’t respond. She seemed unaware of the tears streaming down her face, over her mouth and chin, onto her knees.
“Did you see him?” Jo asked.
This time Nora answered. “He stopped by Alex’s office. We’d just had this big, awful fight about colleges. Dad hadn’t met Melanie yet. Drew walked in—I’d seen him in Black Falls but didn’t really know him. He looked like…” She sucked in a breath, her nose running now, too. “I thought he looked like such a hick.”
Jo smiled. “He’d like it that you thought that.”
“Really?”
“Trust me. Drew would have hated anyone to think he actually belonged in Washington. Did he say anything?”
“Just that he wanted to talk to Alex. Alex wasn’t very nice but let him in.”
“You weren’t very nice, either?”
If possible, Nora sank her chin deeper into her knees, her guilt and regret palpable. “He told me that when I was his age, I’d know that the people I loved and who loved me would matter to me more than a fight over which college to attend. I made fun of him.” She buried her face in her knees and said, her voice muffled, “He was about to die, and I made fun of him.”
Behind them, Elijah said nothing. Jo felt the heat of the fire and her own fatigue, her own regrets. “Drew was also a wise man, and he’d have understood that you were eighteen and trying to figure out your life. He had a lot on his mind, more even than I realized. He didn’t tell me everything. It’s clear now that he’d figured out something that posed a threat to some very dangerous people.”
Nora raised her head off her knees, but still didn’t look at Jo. “He asked for Alex’s help. I don’t know about what—I didn’t hear any specifics. But Alex was mad at me, and he took it out on Drew. Now they’re both dead.”
“I guarantee that the reasons they’re dead have nothing to do with you or your behavior that day.”
Elijah finally came closer, and he got down next to Nora, tucked one finger under her chin and raised her eyes to him. “Listen to me. Okay?” He waited until she nodded, then dropped his hand and continued. “My father didn’t die because of you. He and then Alex died because they got too close to a network of paid killers. Melanie and Kyle were a part of that network. We don’t know all the particulars yet. We might never know.”
“Melanie…”
“Her own people killed her. She screwed up by getting involved with your