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“I got that.” Beckett kicked one of his ruined tires. “I got that loud and clear.”
“Then you’ve got who.”
“Oh yeah, that’s a pretty simple dot to connect. I should’ve smashed the son of a bitch’s face in, right there in his office. Fucking coward. He had to sneak in here in the middle of the night to do this. And this? It’s goddamn high school, isn’t it? Keying the truck, slashing the tires.”
“Some people don’t grow up,” Owen observed, “don’t evolve. I’d say he’s one of them.” A quiet, simmering fury heated his voice. “He can’t face you on an adult level, so he comes along and fucks up your truck. Classic payback method for the tiny-dick type.”
“Thank you, Dr. Freud,” Beckett muttered.
“I’m just saying. And I’m saying we may know who did it, but unless somebody saw him . . . Shit, Beck, it sucks. You could go smash his face in now.”
“That gets my vote,” Ryder said.
“But the same things apply as they did before. You’d get busted for assault, and his face would heal.”
They looked over, turned as the town deputy pulled in. Owen laid a hand on Beckett’s shoulder. “Let’s see what Charlie has to say.”
“That’s a crappy way to start the day.” Charlie Reeder, tall and lean as the beanpole who’d starred on the varsity basketball team, slid out of the car. He walked over, stuck his hands in his pockets. “Hell, Beck, that’s a damn shame.”
“Is that the official Boonsboro Police Department statement?”
Charlie huffed out a breath. “That’s a personal note, and I’ll add it’s a pisser. I’ll write it up. You’ve got insurance, right?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Frowning, Charlie walked around the truck, noted the second set of gouges on the passenger side. “You’re going to want to get that claim in, get somebody out here to look at it. I’m going to take pictures for our file on it. What time did you park it here?”
“About ten I guess.”
“Vesta’s open another hour after that.” The deputy scratched the back of his neck as he walked around to join the brothers. “Did you see anybody in the lot?”
“Some cars, no people. Ah, Dave Metzner’s car—yeah, pretty sure on that. He’d be working till closing.”
“I’ll talk to him, anybody else who was working and would’ve come out this way. What time did you find it like this?”
“About quarter to seven.”
“Okay. The Creamery would be closing by the time you got home.” He glanced over at the ice cream shop. “It’s more likely this happened later, but I’ll check there. I’ll talk to the people in the apartments with a view of the lot, see if they saw anything, anyone. We might get lucky.”
“We all know who did it, Charlie.” Ryder spoke up. “Just about everybody in town knows Beck’s truck, knows where he parks it every damn night. And there’s only one person he’s had any trouble with.”
“So you think Freemont did this because you’re going out with Clare?”
“That and the fact I went to his office to see him yesterday morning, told him to steer clear.”
Charlie huffed out another breath. “What did you want to go and do that for?”
“Somebody hassles Charlene, scares her, puts his hands on her, what are you going to do?”
“Same damn thing.” Charlie put his hands on his bony hips. “Maybe I agree with you. It could’ve been kids, could’ve just been some drunk asshole, but nobody else reported anything like this. So it reads you were a specific target. Off the record, yeah, it looks like Sam dickhead Freemont’s style to me. But unless somebody saw him, proving it’s pretty damn slim.”
“Maybe he left fingerprints.”
Charlie eyed Owen. “Yeah, and maybe he pissed on the tires and left DNA. If this was Boonsboro CSI we’d have him locked up by end of shift. Look, I’ll do everything I can, and I’ll push it as much as I can. I’ll go talk to Freemont myself. But I’m telling you straight, Beckett, you’re pretty much screwed here.”
“Yeah, I figured.”
“I’m going to get pictures, take your statement, file a report. I’ll talk to people—and I’ll give Freemont a little nudge.”
“I appreciate it. Maybe he got it out of his system. Or at least shifted his focus off Clare and onto me. That’s something.”
“Do us all a favor.” Charlie slapped a hand on Beckett’s shoulder. “Steer clear of him. If you see him hanging around here, near Clare’s, anywhere else in town, you call me. I’ll deal with him. Call your insurance agent, give them my name. I’ll make sure they get a copy of the police report.”
With little choice, Beckett gave his official statement, then went inside to deal with the headache of insurance. By the time he finally made it over to the inn to work, word had spread through the crew. He received much sympathy and plenty of righteous anger on his behalf—and a pot load of advice. He let it all roll over him and took out his frustrations with tools. He imagined Freemont’s smug face in the crown molding every time he shot in a nail.
It didn’t help much, but it was something.
Having a furious Clare rush in was more, and better. She stormed over to his ladder, gripped a rung, her face sharp with temper.
He learned something new. A thoroughly pissed-off Clare’s eyes glowed green as a cat’s.
“I heard as soon as I got into town, but I couldn’t get away until now. I went to look at your truck first. That bastard! You know Sam did that. It’s just like him. Goddamn it! Now I want to punch him.”
“I’d like to see that.” He found his grin coming back as he came down the ladder.
“It’s not funny, Beckett.”
“No, it’s not. But it’s rubber and paint.”
“That’s not the point.” She swung away from him, and the carpenter working with him eased out of the room.
“No, but it strikes me one of the points is this was the only way he could come at me. When I set aside being pissed off, it’s kind of a boost for the ego.”
“Oh for Christ’s sake.”
“There’s that, too. You hardly ever swear. It’s comforting for you to swear on my behalf. My ego just went up a couple more notches.”
“He only did this because you went in there and confronted him.”
“Yeah, so?”
“Which you didn’t have to do.”
“Yes, I did, Clare.”
“Men.” She threw up her hands, circling the room. “Men, men, men. Now I suppose you just have to go back and confront him again, escalate the whole sorry mess.”
He considered. “I could let you talk me out of it.” He smiled at her when she turned to glare at him. “That would be a boost to your ego, I’d say. I’m happy to reciprocate.”
“You’re not planning on it.”
“I’ve had a good time picturing dragging him out into the dealership parking lot and stomping him flat in front of his coworkers and various horrified customers. Him begging for mercy, women fainting. It’s a nice image.”
“Men,” she repeated. “You’re all just boys in bigger packages.”
“Maybe. But then if I did all that, Owen would get to pull the ‘I told you so’ when he had to come bail me out. It’s not worth giving Owen the satisfaction.”
She took a long, calming breath. “That’s something then. I’m so sorry, Beckett.”
“I guess it’ll be worth it if
he figures this evens the score and stays the hell away. I needed new tires before winter anyway.”
She crossed to him, framed his face. “My hero,” she murmured, kissing him softly.
“That’s all I get? It’s four tires, and a paint job.”
She laughed a little, kissed him again. “It’s the best I can do under the circumstances.” She drew away, tipping her head toward the sounds of the tile crew working in the bathroom.
“We’ve got plenty of other rooms.”
She shook her head, walked around to look at the painted walls. “I love the color in here.”
Calm now, she did a slower circle of The Penthouse parlor. “I’ve been trying to decide which room is going to be my favorite, and I can’t. And which room to treat my parents to for their anniversary next year. And I can’t.”
“Pick one for you and me. I’ll make a reservation.”
“Hard to choose, but I’d love it. I have to get back.”
“How about dinner tonight? I’ll take you and the boys somewhere.”
“Book club, but thanks. Ah, we’re decorating for Halloween tomorrow, if you want to come over.”
“Are you kidding? I have major skills in this area.”
“Great, you can carve the pumpkin. The boys are old enough now to realize how lousy I am at it. Come by later. I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.”
“I will. Oh, and thanks for the outrage.”
“You’re welcome.”
NOT A BAD couple of days, all in all, Beckett decided. All he had to do was delete the hassle of his truck, and things looked good all around. Especially standing with his brothers across the street from the inn as they’d done the morning the tarp came down.
This time, they looked over at the finished front of the inn, including the sign.
