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CHAPTER FIVE

“HE FILED HIS PAPERWORK.”

Leann didn’t let her steps falter or her face register surprise when Oscar Guzman made the announcement the moment she entered the station late Thursday afternoon.

“When?” she asked.

“Yesterday at the close of his shift.”

Leann knew Lieutenant Lucas Stillwater had been on duty until almost midnight because of an automobile accident with serious injuries.

“Chief Riley say anything yet about it?”

“No.”

She and Oscar looked at each other, something vaguely different in the air. Just yesterday, they’d been contemporaries looking toward the future when they both would want the same promotion. Now, they were competitors, each wanting—no, needing—the same job.

“Thanks for letting me know,” she said.

Oscar nodded.

Leann headed for the restroom, where she checked her hair and uniform. She was the first female cop in Sarasota Falls’ history. She had to shine because she not only wanted to prove herself, but she also hoped to pave the way for the next female officer.

Her years on the force had been an uphill battle that she’d won! Was still winning.

Next, she sat at her desk, logging onto her computer while also listening to the messages on her phone. They were brief and unimportant. She spent a few moments reading the two priority calls—nothing pending. Oscar, who managed to get to work ten minutes before shift began, filled her in on a malicious destruction of property incident.

Preliminary work done, she stood and headed for the cruiser. She checked the backseat and trunk before finally sliding behind the wheel ready to start her shift.

The malicious destruction of property had to do with a woman Leann knew through her youngest son. Just one more happily-ever-after that wasn’t going to happen. The divorce had finalized yesterday, and the husband wasn’t taking it well.

Once again, Leann sent up a quick thank-you prayer that for the majority of her children’s growing-up years, her husband had been across the ocean.

That was all about to change, and in two hours she’d be sitting across from her lawyer and finding out the changes her ex-husband wanted since he was moving back to Sarasota Falls.

The car in front of her ran the red light at Main. She hit the siren and then issued a warning to the driver. Leann then drove to the high school and cruised the parking lot. Following that, she did a wellness check on Sarasota Falls’ oldest resident, who lived alone and who sometimes forgot to go grocery shopping. After ascertaining the lady was keeping company with a bowl of cereal and watching a rerun of Judge Judy on TV, Leann called in a seven and headed for City Hall for her appointment at the law office of Fred Balliard.

Swallowing, she made herself rethink “her” boys and changed it to “their” boys. Ryan, at first, had paid a bit more child support because she’d returned to Sarasota Falls without a college diploma or much work experience. When she’d made it through the academy and was hired by the police department, his support had lessened. He’d also tried to get his payments down by claiming his parents were acting on his behalf and shared custody.

Now he was exiting out, wanting to negotiate the future and share custody. Leann was worried about losing child support. She really needed the lieutenant position.

She was also worried that Ryan would dash into his sons’ lives, make a splash and then disappear. She didn’t trust him to stay.

He hadn’t stayed with her.

* * *

SURE MADE GIVING a ticket over expired tags seem trivial.

An hour later, she was greeted and offered a bottled water by the receptionist. Leann took a long drink before choosing a too-hard chair in a too-fancy waiting room, cooling her heels and worrying.

The door opened and Tom Riley, the chief of police, walked in. He was in street clothes, coming in on his own time because a cop’s time was never really their own.

“I didn’t know you had an appointment today,” Leann said.

“Last-minute thing. You okay?” He stopped in front of her.

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” he observed.

“I’m still pretty amazed that Ryan’s not only leaving the military but returning here.” Amazed was a good word: dismayed a better one. She’d wanted him to be career: always gone, seldom around.

Chief Riley smiled, greeted the receptionist, refused a bottled water, took the seat next to Leann and wisely changed the subject. “I hear you met Oscar’s brother Gary.”

“At the park Monday night. Then, yesterday again because his dog was barking.”

“Today it’s both dogs,” Chief Tom Riley corrected. “I fielded a call today from their neighbors.”

“They complain about everything.”

“What’s your impression of Gary?”

“He’s very different from Oscar.”

“How?”

Leann thought a moment and then shrugged. She had no real answer, just an uncomfortable feeling that she’d met a man she couldn’t figure out. “I don’t know. Call it intuition.”

Chief Riley merely smiled. He’d gotten so much easier to get along with since he’d married last month. Oscar said that having someone to go home to was making Chief Riley soft.

Tom had overheard and accused Oscar of the same thing. Oscar, married just over a year, didn’t deny it.

Sitting in her lawyer’s office, about to face life changes thanks to the return of her ex-husband, Leann knew there wasn’t a man alive she’d trust enough to marry.

The silence ticked by. Even the receptionist’s fingers, flying across the keyboard, seemed muted. Finally, Chief Riley asked, “You had a chance to check out the whereabouts of Jace Blackgoat?”

“I thought I’d try to head out to Russell’s later. See if Jace has been around,” Leann said.

Russell Blackgoat was the grandfather Leann wished she had. “How much trouble is Jace in?”

“Did you read the report?”

“I know he’s been in a bar fight over in Taber, but that’s two hundred miles away.”

Chief Riley nodded, and Leann wondered why the chief was so concerned. Not only was Sarasota Falls safe compared with many of the cities surrounding it, but the police force was top-notch and thankfully, well-funded. They’d even hired a new officer just last month. Zack Bridges might not look old enough to wear the badge but he’d gone through the police academy and was sincere.

A loud ping sounded. The receptionist hurried back into the room, picked up the phone and said, “Yes, Mr. Balliard.” She listened for a moment, and then said, “Leann, you can go on in.”

Leann gave a tight smile and entered Balliard’s office.

Except for white and dark brown—paint, carpeting and woodworking—the only bright color in the room came from a picture of the American flag that hung behind the desk.

“Please sit down, Leann.” Balliard, a tall African American man wearing a dark suit, striped tie and white shirt, shook her hand and directed her to the seat in front of him.

She sat and looked at the lawyer who would be representing her now that her ex was trying to reestablish a connection with his sons. He shuffled a few papers and then smiled at her, waiting.

“What I really want,” Leann said, “is for custody, visitation, child support and such to continue as it is now.”

“I have to be candid, Leann, that’s unlikely,” Balliard said.

“What does Ryan’s lawyer have to say?”

“Ryan’s moving back home, already has gainful employment and intends to be an involved parent.”

“I don’t trust him,” Leann said. “He forgets birthdays.” She didn’t add that when Tim was a baby, Ryan wouldn’t even change a diaper. Her main memory of his early parenting was asking her to keep Tim quiet, so the baby wouldn’t interrupt Ryan’s TV watching or video gaming.

“Honorable discharge, commendations and a paper trail of consistent child support. Add in his parents assisting with the boys’ care, and Ryan’s got a good case.”

Leann sighed. Joint custody would definitely mean less or no child support: her biggest fear. She’d been raised never having to worry about money. Then she’d married Ryan and worried a little bit, but the military offered base housing, a decent salary, and so on, and the fact that their bank account wasn’t something to brag about didn’t bother her. When she’d divorced Ryan, though, she’d discovered what having no money really meant.

She’d called her parents for help once. She’d never do that again.

She didn’t care, not for herself, but she did for her boys.

Words Leann didn’t allow her children to say almost bubbled out. She’d had a plan. Ryan said he’d be giving Uncle Sam twenty years. Had he stayed true to that plan, Tim would be nineteen and Aaron seventeen. No worries, not really. Now, Ryan was exiting before he’d put in twenty years, affecting his pension and retirement.

“Okay,” she said, keeping her voice strong, “what are my options?”

Balliard folded his hands and leaned forward. “Leann, more than a lawyer, I’m your friend. I’ve known Ryan as long as I’ve known you. Try to work this out without lawyers. What you’ll pay us might equal Aaron’s first semester in college. Talk with Ryan, maybe the two of you can be reasonable. Consider the man he is today rather than the boy you married and divorced. Remember, what you decide affects the boys.”

“They only know him from brief visits.”

“You have to be realistic. Ryan’s parents have told your boys all about his glory days. I’ve been to that house. It has to what amounts to an only-child hall of fame.”

Leann closed her eyes, pictured the hallway, which indeed boasted Ryan’s history from birth to deployment. The only photo they’d taken down was the one of Ryan and Leann’s wedding. It hadn’t been a fancy ceremony since they’d gotten married by the justice of the peace. She’d been three months pregnant. The ink on his enlistment papers was still wet.

Sometimes she wondered how they’d have done if she and Ryan had waited. If she’d gone off to college while he put in his first four years. They’d have matured, had time to be kids before they had kids.

Balliard broke into her thoughts. “You need to prepare for his return home and the loss of some support.”

Tears welled, spilled over, and Leann fought to keep her voice steady. “I can do that.”

Balliard reached across the desk and put his hand on hers. “Look, from here on out, every move you make, every concession you give, should be for the well-being of Tim and Aaron. If you keep that in mind, your ex-husband will have to do the same, because if he doesn’t, the courts won’t look favorably on him.” He held up a hand, anticipating her retort. “If the courts don’t look favorably on him, neither will your sons, and no matter what, he’s their father.”

The one thing Ryan had done extremely well: fathered two awesome kids. For the next few minutes, Balliard went over the custody agreement from a decade earlier, letting her know what she could expect to stay the same and what she’d have to be willing to negotiate.

She struggled as Balliard’s words meant giving up control, meant trusting her ex-husband. Finally, her lawyer ended the session, asking her to schedule another appointment after Ryan returned.

She exited Balliard’s office and headed for the lobby. She’d known Ryan all her life, had been his science partner at Sarasota Falls Elementary when he’d been struggling to get passing grades. He’d given her a used eraser as a thank-you. In high school, junior year, he’d sat in front of her every class. She’d been a Crabtree, and he’d been a Bailey. It had been the beginning of their relationship and what seemed like her quickest ticket out of town.

She’d always known that in some ways she’d orchestrated their romance, had wanted it more than he did. She’d wanted away from her parents’ house and to not be dependent on them for anything. College would have been on their dime and their terms. She wanted to stand on her own. She’d also been in love and thought it would be better to have Ryan at her side. Then, she’d gotten pregnant and college had been a distant dream, rather than immediate one.

She owed him and could be the bigger man, er, woman.

In the waiting room, Chief Riley was on his cell phone, giving someone directions. Good, she didn’t want to answer his questions.

Leann pushed open the door to the hallway, hurried to the drinking fountain and took a long drink, hoping to open her airway, push away the raw feeling that had accompanied her from the lawyer’s office.

Detachment. They’d pounded her over the head with the word at the academy. She could do it.

“You okay?”

She recognized the voice. The phrase “kicked when you’re down” crossed her mind. Gary wasn’t the last person in the world she wanted to see at the moment. That would be her ex-husband.

“Fine.”

“You look a little frazzled,” he said, matter-of-factly. His eyes glittered, dark and moody, in the same way they had that night he watched her sister and brother-in-law fight/whine on the playground. “Come to think of it, the first time I met you, you looked frazzled.”

She frowned.

“You need to sit down or something?” he queried.

“No, I’m fine.”

He looked over her head, studying occupants’ names as well as their office numbers.

“Why are you here?” she asked.

“I’m looking for Frederick Balliard.”

“He’s the third door on the left.”

“Drei?” he queried.

She stepped back and almost smiled.

“That’s right,” he said. “I’ve started learning German online. Thanks to you and Wilma.”

Against her better judgment, Leann had to admit that Gary’s appearance wasn’t the only thing she admired. She also admired his quiet confidence.

Something about him felt familiar. If Leann were the trusting type, given time, she might be able to become close with him. But, no.

She trusted his brother Oscar, somewhat. After all, they had foiled robberies, pulled children from an overturned school bus and even busted a meth lab last month. The Sarasota Falls Police Department was small. Until Zack’s hiring, she and Oscar were the newest officers. She’d signed on over five years ago when Ryan was just entering first grade. Oscar was on his second year now. There had to be a tiny shred of trust involved in their relationship.

She and Gary, however, had no relationship.

“Did you just come out of Balliard’s office?” he asked.

“Fred’s office. I’ve known him all my life.”

“And even though you’ve just left the office of a man you’ve known since childhood, you’re tightly wired and exasperated. So, you were in there because of some case you’re working on.”

He hadn’t asked a question. No, he’d made a statement, and she could answer honestly. “No, not a case I’m working on. Something else.”

“Something else, eh? Something personal.”

She opened her mouth, intent on dismissing him, with attitude, but Gary reached out and carefully tucked a strand of hair over her left ear. “I believe you have white paint on your ear.”

Then, he walked around her and headed down the hall and through the door she’d just exited.

She frowned, annoyed that he’d left her speechless, and wondering why no one else had mentioned the paint on her ear. Well, if she knew anything it was that doing an art project in her son’s class was bound to leave behind residual damage. How she’d missed paint on her ear, though, was beyond her.

Almost against her will, she fingered the top of her ear, the ear that still held the heat of his touch.