Chapter 10

A half-hour later and the fire was extinguished, but unfortunately, it had destroyed much of the ground floor. The firefighters had was done before they arrived at the scene.

The paramedics showed up just after the fire truck. Both Jenny and Roy had been declared fit to leave. Jenny had minor smoke inhalation, while Roy refused any medical help. He would be just fine, he protested, as they attempted to examine him.

Jenny thought Roy was being a complete idiot, but she decided it wouldn't do to tell him so, not after he'd just saved her from a fiery death.

Jenny and Isabelle stood outside the house watching the firefighters work. Norma had gone home to get them something hot to drink. It had been a stressful day for all of them.

“What are we going to do?” Isabelle asked. “Where are we going to sleep tonight?”

“Don't you worry.”

Jenny tried to be reassuring as she brushed Isabelle’s hair back from her face, but even she was unsure what their next move should be.

“I'll figure something out. I promise.”

Isabelle nodded and held her dolly a little tighter.

Roy approached a few minutes later. The darkness in his eyes confirmed what she had already known. This was not an accident, and something about the way Roy held his shoulders and stared directly into her eyes confirmed that he knew. Someone had tried to eliminate Jenny, and the house along with her.

“Are you two okay?” he asked gently. “Don’t worry. You’re safe now.”

“I know,” Jenny responded for Isabelle's benefit more than her own.

Roy paused for a moment to study her face. He looked as if he were about to respond when the wail of sirens filled the air. They turned back to the driveway just in time to see two patrol cars rolling quickly into view. Jenny could make out the silhouette of Chief Cartright in the front seat of the first car.

He slammed his door shut and strode across to meet them, three of his officers following quickly behind.

“Jenny.”

He placed a hand on her shoulder. It was a far cry from the way he’d treated her earlier that day.

“Are you okay? What the hell happened here?”

She glanced aside to Roy to gauge how much she should reveal. He gave a subtle shake of his head, so she stuck to the basics.

“I don't really know. It all happened so fast.”

The Chief frowned as he studied her face.

“Well, I'm glad you’re doing okay.”

He moved his attention down to Isabelle.

“And you too, little missy.”

“I wasn't even home,” Isabelle responded, her back pressed up against Jenny's legs. “Just Jenny.”

“Well, that makes you a very lucky little lady, then.”

“Very lucky, indeed,” Roy spoke up.

He laid a hand on Isabelle's shoulder.

“They won't be in a spot like that again, Chief.”

“No, I don't think they will,” Cartright replied. He forced a tight-lipped smile. “If you'll excuse me.”

He headed off in the direction of the fire chief, leaving the three of them alone again.

“Why don't you take Isabelle back over to Norma's house for the time being?” Roy urged. “She doesn't need to be here for this and I'm sure she could use some sleep.”

“Are you sure you don't need me to stay?” Jenny asked him. “With what I know?”

“Let the fire chief come to you once his initial investigation is complete. From what you told me, and from what I’ve see for myself, there will be plenty evidence to support what we know. I promise.”

Roy hoped his smile would reassure her that everything was going to be alright.

“Get on with you. I'll come find you soon, and you can stay with me at my cabin.”

“Okay.”

Jenny wasn't entirely convinced he was right, but she took Isabelle's hand and led her down the trail that would go behind the house and onto Norma's property.

“Just relax, okay?” Roy shouted out to them as they were leaving.

Jenny turned and gave him a wave before continuing on their way.

Roy watched them disappear before he turned his attention to the crime scene. Chief Cartright was deep in conversation with the fire chief. He inched forward a few steps to hear their conversation better.

“I'll take it from here,” Chief Cartright said, reaching for the fire chief's notes from the initial investigation. The fire chief was holding back. He kept his notes just out of reach, much to the frustration of Chief Cartright.

“If you don't mind, Chief Cartright, I'll hold onto these notes for now. This is still my crime scene, after all.”

“This fire was under suspicious circumstances, was it not? That makes it my business,” Chief Cartright insisted.

“And when I've concluded that is actually the case, I'll set about making it your business.” The fire chief held his ground firmly.

“Until then, if you'll excuse me, I have an investigation to run.”

“You will wind up regretting this.”

“Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t,” said the Fire Chief snidely as he strode away, his notes in hand.

Chief Cartright was fuming.

Roy did nothing to hide that he had been watching the entire exchange when Chief Cartright turned to go back to his squad car. The two rivals glared at each other as they passed.

It couldn't be any more clear to him that the police were involved, especially Chief Cartright. Rumors indicated Chloe Dale had been stepping out on her husband, but they didn't indicate who she was actually stepping out with. He'd tried numerous times to find out via the usual grapevine, but no one had any idea. If the police were involved in the fire, maybe one of them had been Chloe's mystery man.

Still, he couldn't imagine what Chloe could possibly see in any of them, and especially not a creep like Cartright.

“It would be great if you would just pick up and move out of town, Peters. This town could use one less scumbag,” Chief Cartright scoffed as he passed. “Isn't it about time you moved on with your life? Let Joey Dale rot for his crimes?”

“I don't know. Seems like a big leap when all he's ever done is petty crime. I think you should focus on finding the real murderer.”

That was enough to get Chief Cartright to stop in his tracks. Roy hadn't noticed his deepening black eye before now. He thought it suited him and made a mental note to point it out to him. He did so enjoy getting a rise out of this asshole.

“You must be forgetting that he shot his wife, Peters.”

“I don't think that's ever really been proven, Chief.”

Chief Cartright stepped toward him, and Roy held his ground. He couldn't resist letting a smirk loose on his lips.

“I wouldn't if I were you, Chief,” an officer behind him spoke up.

He briefly held Roy's eyes before dropping them to the ground. Sheep, Roy thought. Sheep being led around by a wolf.

“Do what he says and back up,” Roy told Chief Cartright firmly. “Get your ass out of here while you still can.”

“Come on, Chief,” the officer urged again.

“Okay, okay. I'm going.”

The Chief held Roy's eyes for a moment longer before turning his back and walking back to his squad car, his officers following behind.

Roy watched until they were out of sight, then made a beeline for the fire chief to make sure they hadn't missed the blue shards of glass Roy had seen inside the house.

Roy entered the Dale house an hour later for some of Isabelle and Jenny's belongings.

The fire chief had asked him to stay out of the house until they could finish up, but being an old friend, he also said he would turn his back if there were anything Roy needed to do. Roy grabbed an old sack from the back of his truck and stuffed it with clothing and toys from Isabelle's room before heading into the guest room to do the same for Jenny.

He found her duffel bag still packed at the end of the bed. She had been refusing to unpack, still uncomfortable with her fate. This made an easier job of collecting her things. He was almost out of the room when he paused at the door to do one last check around. That was when the glimmer of a shiny piece of paper on the windowsill caught his eye.

The photo propped against the old frame was of two teenage girls. One was Chloe with her dark, curly hair and her bright beaming smile. He'd only met her on a few occasions but he'd always found her to be lovely. He sensed that Chloe was unsure about him, especially after he had been let go from the police service, but she was kind enough to him when they did speak.

The other girl was Jenny. The Jenny he had met three days ago was well-manicured and put together. The girl in the photo had a streak of mud across her forehead and a smile that was almost as bright as her best friend’s. They looked like a pair of troublemakers, happy and carefree.

He tucked the photo in the front pocket of his checkered shirt for safe keeping.

Roy was at the top of the stairs when he thought to check out Joey and Chloe's bedroom. The door was closed, but he pushed on it nevertheless. It stuck a little in the old door frame before swinging open.

Sunlight shone through the thin white curtains, sending thin shadows across the big, double bed. Pictures adorned the walls, mostly of Isabelle, but some showed a once happy Joey. A large-framed, family portrait hung above the bed. Joey had his arms around Chloe who had a toddler version of Isabelle perched on her lap. Their old family dog, Patches, stood guard beside them.

Roy studied it for a while. The family looked happy and secure, as if nothing could break them. If he were good at guessing ages, he would assume it was taken about four or five years ago, back before the rumors had started, before all of this madness.

He shook his head and turned away.

That was when he saw it.

The blood had darkened on the white, shag carpet but the trail was still there leading to a fairly large puddle. Chloe had been shot once in the chest. Then survival instincts had kicked in, and she had pulled herself away from her attacker on her forearms. It was then that she had been shot in the back of the head, ending her life forever.

Roy couldn't imagine Joey ending his wife's life in such an inhumane way, even if the rumors about her affair had been true. Roy had no doubt that they were. The Ombrea rumor mill was strong and reliable.

Joey found her body upon returning from work one afternoon. The officer working alongside him claimed that Joey had disappeared for an hour or more before returning to work extremely agitated. Joey explained to him that he had gone home and that while there, he had fallen into yet another blow out with Chloe. He left the house in a huff and drove around town for a half-hour or so to blow off steam.

The Chief was now claiming Joey had used the time to rid himself of evidence.

To make matters worse, the gun used to kill Chloe was Joey’s police issued service pistol. Joey claimed that he had taken it off when he returned home. He always removed it when spending time with the family as a precaution. He would leave it in the bedroom with the door tightly closed.

After his argument with Chloe in the kitchen, he said goodbye to his daughter, and then stormed out of the house leaving the weapon behind.

Joey explained that when he arrived back four hours later to make amends with Chloe, he found her body on the bedroom floor and his service pistol on the end of their bed. He called the paramedics, but it was too late. Isabelle was missing, but it didn’t take long to find her at the neighbor’s house. According to Norma, Chloe had dropped the child off two hours prior claiming she had to run errands.

But when Norma and Isabelle were out butterfly hunting, Chloe's truck could still be seen from the hill. It was parked in the yard as usual. Norma told Chief Cartright she had almost gone back to the Dale house at that point, finding it strange she wouldn't have come right over to collect Isabelle when she got home.

Roy couldn't stand to be in the room for much longer. He closed the door gently behind him and descended the staircase. He took one last look around the ground floor before heading out to his truck and loading the belongings into the back seat.

He cleared a space for Isabelle to sit and quickly tidied his truck.

He hoped he was doing the right thing.