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Chapter Three

ANNIE’S HOUSE PROJECT had multiplied. Her enthusiasm sparked some of the results she’d hoped for. Mike Spurlock liked the looks of Gran’s Victorian after Annie’s painting was under way. Mike had a few days off from his business travel and, at Missy’s urging, borrowed Annie’s sander. Within a few days, the Spurlock home was ready to paint. Peggy Gilroy got the bug next. Their siding was shingle; a good washing left it in shape to be painted before Annie finished her trim.

All the homes had been a dingy gray. Annie chose Wedgwood blue with navy trim to give the street a pop of color. Since her house sat between the other two, it looked even prettier after Peggy painted hers cream with chocolate shutters and matching gingerbread scrollwork. Missy loved both of their color schemes, but she couldn’t make up her mind. She had Mike test sample paint on the back of their house until she settled on honey gold with dark green edging.

“I’m so excited about how good our homes look,” Missy said the afternoon Annie climbed down from putting the final touches on three cupolas jutting from her third story. The Spurlock home was only two-story and less ornate. Mike had whipped right through painting it.

“They do, Missy, and they’ll be even prettier after we’ve tackled the yards. That’s assuming my body holds out,” Annie added wryly as she rotated her shoulders. “Every night, what I wish for is some muscle man who’ll cart my ladder around for a few weeks.” The minute the statement crossed her lips, Annie pictured Sky Cordova, which jarred her until Missy spoke again.

“I could never climb an extension ladder the way you do, Annie. I get dizzy watching you. It was really nice of you to paint the upper section of George and Peggy’s place. His back really bothers him. Peggy’s gutsy for her age. She would’ve tackled it, you know.”

“I do know. In a lot of ways she’s like Gran Ida was.” Annie paused, battling back the sadness that descended whenever her grandmother’s name came up. “That indomitable spirit is why I was in denial when Peggy phoned to tell me Gran’s health was failing. To me she never seemed to age. I still can’t believe she’s gone.”

Missy threw both arms around her in an impulsive hug. “I’m sorry for reminding you, Annie. She brought us a casserole the night we moved in. Mike, his brother and I moved everything we’d stored in his folks’ garage into the house, all in one day. We were exhausted. And over she came with food. I called her an angel.” Missy grinned. “She said we should call her Gran Ida because everyone did. She was proud as a peacock of you. I wasn’t sure I’d like you, the way she made you sound like a saint.”

Annie laughed self-consciously. “Stop already.”

“I don’t mean to embarrass you. I think it was sweet. What you’re doing now, restoring the house, is exactly what she said you’d come here and do one day. Only she had grander plans. I’m sure you’ve seen the photo album that’s filled with pictures of how every street in town used to look.”

“I found it a few weeks ago,” Annie murmured.

“Well, I’m sure you remember the park. It was beautiful, with rose gardens, benches and walkways. Looking at it now, you’d never know it’s the same place. Peggy and I got together with Gran Ida most afternoons for tea and cookies and she’d bring out her album. She’d tell us that when you came home to stay, you’d get people to make the town look like it used to.” Missy giggled delightedly. “See why I expected you to be a saint? Maybe Gran Ida wasn’t quite herself toward the end, as Peggy pointed out, but I loved listening to her dreams. I had similar ones when we bought this house. Mike and I settled on a fixer-upper, which was all we could afford. I wish we’d known about the crime. I suppose it goes with the territory of low-income housing,” she said, ending on a sigh.

Annie listened while she washed out paintbrushes. “Now you sound like our illustrious police chief. Missy, low income doesn’t have to be synonymous with high crime. A family shouldn’t have to sell and move away to feel safe.”

“You can say that after all our homes were burgled in the same afternoon?”

Setting her clean brushes out to dry, Annie prepared to haul the ladder back to her garage. “Do you think that if people see what we’ve done, they’ll want to do the same thing? That’s my hope, anyway—that one set of highly visible improvements will encourage others in our community to follow our lead.”

“Peggy said you plan to call a meeting. But if Mike’s out of town I won’t be there. We’ve decided it’s not safe for us both to be gone at the same time. And I can’t say whether what we’ve done will induce anyone else. Mike said yesterday that if you hadn’t arranged for us to get such a deep discount at the paint store, we wouldn’t have been able to afford this makeover. Same goes for Peggy and George.”

Annie shrugged. She’d let them all think they were getting paint at a discount when, in fact, she’d made up the difference. She hoped they wouldn’t discover what she’d done. They had no idea how much money Gran had left her. With those funds, she was in a position to underwrite other projects and fulfill at least part of her grandmother’s dream. She’d told Gran’s lawyer that she didn’t want word of her inheritance to leak out. And she was more than willing to help families who pitched in by doing part of the work themselves. Mr. Manchester had said keeping the funding under wraps might be tricky. Annie guessed she’d deal with it if that became necessary.

Missy returned to her house and Annie stored her tools.

She walked to the end of her driveway to study the trio of newly painted homes, and thought they looked fantastic. It gave her personal satisfaction to see them so fresh and attractive—more satisfaction than she’d felt in a while. She’d thought she loved her job in L.A. But maybe the work had begun to weigh on her more than she’d realized. Her challenges here were more physical than mental. Here she used her creativity. Until now she hadn’t noticed how long it had been since she’d done any cooking, sewing or gardening. Her main regret, though, was that she hadn’t budgeted her time well enough to visit Gran Ida sooner.

Because her recent loss was still too raw, she distracted herself by installing the window boxes she’d bought. Soon she’d fill them with trailing roses. She wanted to tear out the old wisteria that covered a rock retaining wall. With Louisville gearing up for the Kentucky Derby, nurseries were selling gorgeous rosebushes. Annie pictured roses in a riot of color all across the front of this house, down the road and through the park again.

The next day, the weather turned from sunny and warm to muggy rain. Bad weather drove Annie inside. She alternately worked on kitchen curtains and a flyer to inform residents about her restoration planning meeting. The place, date and time were set. Darn it, though, she’d hoped to do some landscaping before she took pictures to put on her flyer. But the rain hung around for two more days, putting the kibosh on all her outdoor plans. She dug through Gran’s boxes of fabric and found just what she needed for drapes.

* * *

KOOT TALMAGE BLEW into police headquarters on a gust of rain and wind. Shutting the door with some difficulty, he stamped water from his wet boots, then shook off his official yellow slicker and hung it on a peg near the door.

Sky saw him and stepped into the hallway, his coffee cup in hand. “Are we going to have a real gully washer today?”

“Already is,” the other man grumbled as he met Sky at the coffeemaker and helped himself to a clean mug hanging on a wall rack.

“Is it causing flooding around Grandiflora or Hybrid Tea?” Sky named two streets that paralleled the river.

“Nothing like it used to before our city manager ordered storm drains installed. I remember how the people on those streets griped about the inconvenience when they tore up the intersection. Aaron Loomis won’t be hearing any complaints now.”

“That’s good. Listen, I want all of us out on patrol about the time the high school lets out. Hopefully seeing our cruisers will slow the kids down. First big rain after a dry spell, young drivers tend to forget cars can hydroplane if they drive too fast. We don’t need any of our kids ending up rearranging anyone’s front landscaping.”

“Speaking of landscapes, have you driven down Rose Arbor recently?”

Sky choked on a swig of his coffee. “Not really. Why?” he mumbled after Koot had pounded his back. Sky had made checking the street that suffered the three robberies part of his nightly routine. Because his checks weren’t entirely of an official nature, but partly a personal interest he’d taken in Annie Emerson, Sky wasn’t about to admit that he already knew about the improvements on Rose Arbor. He didn’t want to feel any interest in Annie, but he did—and he wasn’t about to admit that, either.

“Well, there’ve been big changes at the three homes where we investigated those break-ins.”

“Changes?” Sky played along, even though he’d witnessed stages of the restoration via his car lights and one streetlamp. He knew Annie, the California cyclone, would get the credit or blame, depending on whether or not her plans to spearhead urban renewal caused upheaval among the rank and file.

“As soon as the rain lets up, you need to go take a gander. Those same three homes have been painted from top to bottom. The one in the middle is obviously being prepared for new landscaping. All those renos are pricy, Sky. I wonder if we’ve got ourselves a case of insurance fraud.”

This time Sky did spew his coffee. “Sorry.” He grabbed a paper towel, wiped the counter and bent to scrub part of the linoleum. “Tell me what brought on that conclusion.”

“At least two of those couples claimed losses in the robberies. Ida Vance’s granddaughter never provided us with a list of her stolen goods. After I saw what’s going on over there, I started thinking the gal from California might be some kind of scam artist. The TV news is full of those tales. A lot of ’em are in Florida, but some are in and around L.A. She could’ve set it up so they all collected big on phony insurance claims.”

Sky returned to his office. “Annie Emerson is no scam artist, Koot. And don’t be saying anything like that around town. I told you I got back some of their stolen property that had been hocked. I even found silverware Ms. Emerson didn’t know had gone missing. They’re honest folks.”

Koot followed his boss into his cramped office. “You sound pretty certain of that for somebody who claims not to have seen the work that’s gone on there.”

“Well, the day I returned the stolen goods I was able to track down, Ms. Emerson was sanding old paint off her house.” He winced, remembering how she’d bruised his shin—and his pride—that day. Frowning, Sky sat in his swivel chair and beat a tattoo on his desk pad with a thumb. “Her biggest drawback isn’t that she’s a criminal, Koot. It’s that she’s too stubborn for words. Remember the night I had dinner at your house, and asked you and Sadie whether you thought one person could start a movement and turn this town around?”

“Yep. I recall thinking you’d gotten too big a whiff of that marijuana you’d confiscated from the middle school that day.”

“What you said was that it would take a fairy godmother to wave a magic wand. Well, picture Annie Emerson with wings and a sparkly crown.”

“There you go again, talking in riddles.”

“I didn’t come right out and say that our newest resident presented me with a nutty idea. She plans to conduct a town hall meeting and convince all our residents to paint their homes. She thinks that’ll cure any ills Briar Run suffers.”

Koot dropped heavily into the chair across from Sky. “Why did you beat about the bush instead of telling Sadie and me the truth about what you knew?”

Sky stared at his coffee mug. “I don’t know. Yes, I do know.... I didn’t want you guys calling her a nut job. She’s nice, but has misplaced ideas.”

“Have you gone sweet on Annie Emerson?”

“No.” Sky reared back, shooting Koot a scowl. “The thing is, she asked for my backing and I ran for the car like a scalded jackrabbit. Apparently she hasn’t let that stop her.”

The older man propped his elbows on his knees. “I’ve gotta say the houses look good. But, Sky, if she makes too much noise about believing that her urban renewal plan will drive out crime, won’t that make the Stingers view her as a threat?”

Sky’s nervous thumb tapped faster.

“I don’t want to pile more worry on you, boss.”

“You haven’t said anything I haven’t already considered.”

“Maybe she’ll decide that the amount of work or the cost isn’t practical for most folks. Hey, if this rain slacks off, she’ll probably get back out in her yard. I don’t mind moseying over there again. I can compliment what she’s done and see if she mentions any further plans.”

“Compliments might encourage her,” Sky said. “Better to let it go. Also, she gets her back up easily.”

“Okay, it’s your call, Chief. I’m due back out on patrol. If this rain doesn’t quit, I can’t say I’m sorry tomorrow’s my day off.”

“In my old job I got regular days off.” Sky pursed his lips. “Not in this one.”

“Not in the military, either,” Koot pointed out.

“Nope. I’m talking about my last police job. Although come to think of it, working vice in Baltimore involved more personal risk than this one. We had some major crime to deal with.”

“I’ll bet that job came with a higher salary,” Koot joked as he shrugged on his rain slicker.

“There was that aspect. But Corrine’s marriage to a thoroughbred horse breeder didn’t leave me with many other options. I should be thankful I landed this job. For now I can see Zack. Or at least I can see him between the times his mother dreams up reasons to haul me back into court.”

“Any word on whether the court will advance the date of your big custody hearing?”

Sky shook his head. “My lawyer tells me the county docket is full. Chances of getting that court date advanced are slim to none. Sure seems like Corrine’s attorney has more clout than mine does.”

“Bummer. Sadie and I are ready to vouch for you. I hope it’s a slow day here so both of us can go to court to say you’re a good Joe.”

“I appreciate it. That whole proceeding is nonsense. Kentucky Child Welfare has already demanded and received affidavits pertaining to every stinking second of my life.”

“Yeah, well, stay cool. You know that her side is dragging this out, hoping for something that’ll give them reason to file another injunction. That’s why, even if you’re sweet on Annie Emerson, forget it. Your ex’s shyster lawyer will find some way to exploit it to their advantage.”

Sky tugged his lower lip. “That burns me, Koot. Corrine divorced me while I was off fighting for our country. She claimed irreconcilable differences she didn’t have to substantiate. I don’t understand a system that lets her take my son from the state where we lived. She married an older dude with teenagers and nobody objected when she completely rearranged my kid’s life. Yet, her side has the right to reject my home, my job and maybe whatever woman I may show a remote interest in wanting to date? Give me a break.”

“I guess family law has to consider everything. Say, Sky, did you just admit you’re interested in dating Ms. Emerson?”

“Koot, you old buzzard, don’t try and put words in my mouth. I’ll admit I find her intriguing. I’m reasonably sure that’s not mutual.”

“Hmm. I may have to ask Sadie to go strike up an acquaintance with the lady and invite you both over for an evening of food and poker. That way we can all get to know one another a bit better.”

“Don’t you dare! But before I forget, I’m scheduling myself a day off real soon to spend with Zachary.”

Koot left, and Sky went back to his paperwork. Rain or not, he wanted to make time to drive down Rose Arbor Street in daylight for once.

It turned out that a series of fender benders caused by the rain played havoc with his good intentions.

The next day there were also several incidents that demanded his attention. By the end of a week fraught with headaches, Sky ran into the local café thinking he’d grab a take-out sandwich to eat in the car while he dashed by to inspect the paint jobs on Rose Arbor. They’d even caused chatter among his dispatchers and the two junior officers.

At the register where he handed over money to pay for his food, he happened to glance at a stack of flyers. They included a photo of the three homes he’d intended to visit. Sky snatched one up and perused it.

“Are you going to attend that meeting on Tuesday night, Chief Cordova?” the café manager asked as she gave him a brown bag with his sandwich and passed him a cup of steaming coffee.

“Huh?” He looked up from reading the flyer, which outlined all the points Annie had brought up earlier.

“The meeting at the library. I work a lot of hours, so I doubt I’ll get to go. Nobody I’ve talked to seems to know much about the woman who’s holding the meeting. Jim Morris said she’s Ida Vance’s granddaughter. You might’ve heard that Ida passed recently. She was a longtime do-gooder. She’d turn over in her grave at the thought of any relative of hers stirring up trouble in the town.”

When he’d finished reading, Sky folded the flyer and tucked it in his shirt pocket. “What makes you feel this meeting might stir up trouble, Joanne?”

The woman shrugged plump shoulders. “As a rule, folks around these parts don’t cotton to outsiders barging into our community, trying to tell us what to do.”

“In her introduction, Ms. Emerson points out that she was brought up in this town and that she’s inherited her grandmother’s home. Doesn’t that make her part of our community?”

“Not if she thinks she can throw around her fancy California ideas, it don’t.”

Sky saw he was on the losing end of this argument. And recalling that Annie had accused him of having it in for Californians, Joanne wasn’t voicing much he hadn’t said himself. “I should get back to work.” He hurried out to his cruiser. The first thing he did was drive down Rose Arbor. Even before he reached the first of two speed bumps that required drivers to slow down, Sky noticed cars ahead of him traveling well below the speed limit as their drivers gawked at the three “painted ladies.” In daylight, they were quite appealing. Sky tried imagining other streets with homes painted as tastefully. He hated to retract another set of objections. The other night he’d concluded to Koot and Sadie that mere paint would never boost the spirits in the neighborhood. Now he wasn’t so sure.

* * *

THE FOLLOWING TUESDAY, Sky’s initial plan was to run by his house at the end of his shift, change out of his uniform and sneak into Annie’s meeting. He’d act like a casual observer at the back of the crowd. As with too many of his well-laid plans, things didn’t go quite as he’d hoped. He had a man out sick, and the day presented an endless array of problems. It started with a group of half a dozen kids in the park. They’d skipped their first class, and had all contributed medicine from their households—both prescription and over-the-counter stuff—which they mixed together in a bowl and chugged with beer heisted from one dad’s fridge. Thank heaven someone saw them and reported their activity before they could swallow everything in the bowl.

Koot had helped transport them to the E.R., where medics checked the kids’ vital signs. A nurse hauled out the PDR and began matching pills to pictures in the book so they could identify the medications no longer in their original bottles. They all winced when an emergency room doctor ordered emetics.

Sky began the long process of calling parents, some of whom worked jobs they couldn’t leave, others who couldn’t be bothered to collect their little darlings. In between calls, he had to clean their vomit off his shoes. Five o’clock rolled around just as they handed over the last kid to a none-too-pleased stepmother.

Koot went home. Sky prepared to do the same, figuring he had time to shower and shave, and still make it to Annie’s six-thirty meeting at the library.

He hadn’t even reached the door when a call came in regarding a carjacking. “I’ll take it,” he told his dispatcher. “Koot’s off duty and on his way home. Notify Morales, will you? See if he can come in a little early and meet me there.”

Forty minutes later, Sky glanced at his watch as he signed the last report and turned the night shift over to Joe. It was seven-ten. He was closer to the library than his house. Even at that, it’d take him another ten minutes to get there—and he’d be arriving really late.

Sky drove straight to the library. He was sure he stank of sweat, and maybe still had vomit on the toe of one boot. Too bad. He wouldn’t sit in the back row. He’d stand in a shadowy corner, out of everyone’s way. According to Annie’s flyer, the meeting would end at eight-thirty. With luck he’d be there for the last forty-five minutes—the part with audience questions and Annie’s answers.

He’d attended a meeting in the community room on a few other occasions. Thank goodness he didn’t need to waste time hunting down the librarian to get directions.

The door to the room stood open. Sky softened his steps when he drew nearer so as to not disrupt the meeting. It was strangely silent inside the room, although he’d expected a controversial, maybe explosive give-and-take—his main reason for coming tonight. He wanted to make sure things didn’t get too heated and out of hand.

He peered into the room. A side table held a large plate heaped with what appeared to be homemade cookies. The room smelled pleasantly of fresh brewed coffee. Sky spotted a big urn on the same table. Beside it sat paper cups, cream, sugar and napkins. She was ready for a crowd. At the front of the room Annie rested her forearms on the podium. All around her in half circles stood rows of empty chairs. Not a single soul had come to her event.

He must have made a noise at the door, enough for her to lift her head. Their eyes met and Sky’s stomach tightened. He found himself deeply affected by the disappointment etched on her face.

“You must feel vindicated,” she said, indicating the vacant chairs. “You told me this was a foolish idea. What I can’t believe is that everyone stayed away.”

Sky stepped into the room. “I didn’t come to gloat. I came to keep the peace. After I saw your flyer, I thought you’d have a full house. Maybe it’s the time. Six-thirty is early for people who work downtown and travel by bus. They have to get home, prepare and serve a meal and catch a bus back out to a meeting. That’s why teachers at our schools start open house and parent meetings at eight.”

“I didn’t know that. So, you didn’t hear a rumor that people were warned off by anonymous phone messages from gang members?”

Sky tensed. “No. When? Where?”

“A coworker of Mike Spurlock’s claimed he received one of these calls late last night. Woke him up, he said, and he told Mike it was enough to make him stay away.”

“Where are the Gilroys and Spurlocks? Why aren’t they here to support you?”

“They’re already part of the renovation project. But to be totally truthful, they’ve been edgy since the break-ins.”

Sky felt edgy, too. He didn’t like hearing that the Stingers had issued threats. The leaders—and few gang members knew who they were—had a vested interest in keeping neighborhood kids who did their bidding under their thumbs. They definitely wouldn’t like the fact that one of the objectives on Annie’s flyer indicated that beautifying the neighborhood was part of a larger strategy aimed at renewing family values and banishing gang activity. “It doesn’t look as if anyone’s going to show up, Annie. Why don’t I help you clean up the room?”

“That’s kind of you, but I see you’re still in uniform. I’m sure you have other duties.”

“No, I’m off. I intended to go home and get out of the uniform before dropping by here. But a late call tied me up.”

“Then I accept your offer. I’ll dump the coffee and go see if the librarians would like the cookies. They’re open until nine.”

Sky snagged a cookie and a napkin. He set it aside with a grin. “Those look tasty. I’ll work up an appetite folding chairs.”

“Here, take another.” Annie added a second cookie to his napkin. “Do you want a cup of coffee, too, before I get rid of it?” She unplugged the pot.

“Hold on, that’s hot and it’s heavy. I’ll pour us each a cup, then carry the pot to the sink in the men’s room. You go ahead and deliver cookies to the library staff.”

“You’re being nice for a man who sounded quite cranky about my ideas a few days ago. Why the change of heart?”

“Serve and protect is a motto I take seriously. My feelings toward this town are complicated. The other day I wasn’t convinced your plan had merit. Part of my reason for coming tonight was to possibly be enlightened. Now I’ll help you pack up, and then I’ll follow you home. I don’t like what you said about possible gang meddling.”

“I don’t need you to follow me home. And it’s high time someone stood up to those bullies. That’s all they are. Bullies who use scare tactics to frighten people and get what they want.”

“Uh-huh. That’s about the size of it. They’re also very good at operating from the shadows. All the same, we’ll do this my way.”

“Okay, knock yourself out. Since you seem to be keeping track, my next move is to go door-to-door to speak to everyone in the neighborhood. Can they count on your force for quick assistance if I convince them to call 9-1-1 if they see a drug deal going down? Or if they spot gang members shaking down younger kids for school lunch money? I hear that residents often don’t call the cops because your response time is slow or nil—and because of fear of gang retaliation.”

“We do our best.” Sky filled two paper cups with coffee and set them near his cookies. “I can’t make the promises you want on behalf of my department, Annie. Number one, my small force is already stretched thin. Second, I don’t believe that in most cases it helps to arrest local kids for petty crimes they’ve been coerced into pulling off. It just adds to parents’ misery. Especially poor parents.”

“How else can you get the names of gang leaders if you aren’t putting pressure on the kids you know are members?”

“You’re assuming these local kids actually know who the leaders are. I promise you I hauled in a lot of kids when I first took this job. They were too frightened to rat out anyone. Fear is debilitating.”

“But without cooperation from police, I doubt residents will commit to even the first small step in taking back our neighborhood.”

Her dogged determination to go out on a limb to save a neighborhood she hadn’t been part of for quite a few years baffled Sky. If he could sell his house he’d move from Briar Run in a second. “I’ll go pour this out,” he muttered, hefting the urn. “We can talk some more while we drink our coffee.”