Marie, Laura - Victoria [Cop's Daughter 1] (BookStrand Publishing Romance) Read online

  Sherry watched her daughter, Victoria, as she spoke with Tom, Connor, and a few of their friends. She could read her daughter’s body language—the way she tensed up when a man got too close or flirted with her.

  Sherry couldn’t help being concerned about the effect all this loss may be having on Victoria’s social life. She hadn’t dated anyone in more than a year, was absorbed in the magazine she wrote for, and kept everything inside. She had been through so much in the past fifteen months.

  Sherry continued to watch Victoria, observed the way she conducted herself, so classy and professional. She was gorgeous, young, and vibrant. The circumstances of the past had taken a toll on that vibrancy. Victoria put on an act around her family, and it didn’t fool Sherry one bit.

  “Hey, what’s the long face for, sis? This is supposed to be a party.”

  Patrick put his arms around Sherry’s shoulder, then looked down the line of her sight.

  “My favorite niece is a knockout. Don’t worry, sis. Connor, Brian, Andy, and Peter will keep an eye on her. We all want to see her happy. Jane said Victoria was late again. I don’t know why that bothers her. Tory even made a cake?”

  “I don’t know why, either. I guess she feels a little unappreciated, but I can’t force Victoria to show up for every family gathering. She has distanced herself a bit. She has absorbed herself in that magazine she works for and is constantly on the go. I guess keeping busy is what keeps Steven off her mind and her father in her heart. I can’t help but worry, Pat.”

  “I know that, Sherry. I worry about her, too, but she seems fine. We’re all trying to make it through this one day at a time. I just can’t believe he’ll be gone a year next week.” He took a sip of beer from the blue cup.

  “Neither can I. Are you sure the police department wants to do the small memorial service for Danny? I don’t know if I can handle it, never mind Victoria.”

  “Sure they do, and they’ve been hoping by keeping Danny’s case in the public eye that just maybe more clues will surface and we’ll get closer to finding his killer. Don’t worry about it. We’ll all be there together.”

  “Maybe not Victoria. She’s already laying the groundwork for some important business trip to Chicago. This has been so hard for her, Pat. She loved her father so much and she was in love with Steven. Every time I think about the circumstances of his disappearance, my heart aches. Steven told her to wait for him when he was called to serve in the war. They were in love.” Sherry was still puzzled by Steven’s actions. It had been easy to envision Victoria and Steven getting married one day. Even Danny had approved.

  Steven had worked on the SWAT team alongside Victoria’s brother Peter and cousin Brian. But like Steven always said, he was a Marine first and foremost. Everyone was surprised at the way he disappeared and never contacted Victoria.

  “Maybe there’s more to what happened? He disappeared for the year, then volunteered to stay on. Maybe there was an important mission.”

  “Don’t look at me like that, Sherry. I know he broke her heart and it was the last thing she needed. Her heart was broken, she was struggling with her work, filled with constant worry, and then finds out Steven basically forgot about her. Wrote her off…who knows?”

  “Then her father is murdered. Her silence after everything was deafening, Pat. You remember how worried we all were even though she took care of all the details for Danny’s service and even spoke at the funeral. She’s so much stronger than I am. I don’t know where that strength and composure comes from.”

  “Danny! That’s who, and you. Don’t sell yourself short, sis. You’ve been a trooper. You know she’s been earning quite a reputation around the law enforcement circuit? That last article she did in Search and Seizure was awesome, never mind the live interview she did with that scumbag murderer. She’s quite the interrogator.”

  “Who’s quite the interrogator?” Victoria interrupted her mom and uncle with a hug and a kiss.

  She stood on her toes as he pulled her toward him, wrapping one strong, solid arm around her waist, easily lifting her off the ground. It made her giggle.

  “Hey, beautiful, what happened? The conversation over there get boring?” Patrick set her down gently.

  “Kind of. They started talking about the SWAT team and a new commander that was joining the team this week. Supposedly to take it over, reorganize, and whip it into shape. Peter, Brian, and the guys aren’t looking forward to it. They have no idea who it is. No one does,” Victoria said. Connor walked by, passing her a bottle of water as he said hello.

  “Last week, Peter heard that it could be someone hired from within. Yesterday, he heard that the person is from another state,” Sherry added.

  Her uncle purposely changed the subject, and Sherry picked up on it immediately but didn’t say a word. She knew the police department had its rules, and family or not, if they were sworn to secrecy, none of them would be the one to spill the beans. Sherry figured Pat was aware of the new commander’s identity.

  “So what’s this I hear about a trip to Chicago?” Patrick wrapped his arm around his niece’s shoulders and began to walk with her.

  Sherry laughed as she watched her brother’s strategic about-face. He would make sure Victoria made it to the ceremony.

  Sherry was grateful for the closeness and size of the family. Her brother Patrick not only lost his brother-in-law but also his best friend. Sherry inhaled deeply. The emptiness in her heart, the loss, was still raw and the memories both painful and happy. “God, I miss you, Danny,” she whispered as she walked toward her sister-in-law.

  * * * *

  “Well, Uncle Patrick, I told Mom I wasn’t sure yet. I wish she hadn’t said anything. I don’t want to make a big deal out of this.”

  “It is a big deal, Victoria. It’s in honor of your father, and you have to be there.”

  “I never said I wouldn’t make it. There’s something I’ve been working on, that’s all, and it’s important.”

  “Nothing is more important or sacred than family. Don’t ever forget that.”

  “I won’t. I know that. Don’t you think I know that?” She instantly felt defensive. He had no idea what she was working on, or the fact she was conducting her own investigation into her father’s murder. The local departments had come up with little so far, and Victoria felt she needed to do more than just sit around being depressed. If her uncle, brother, or cousins knew what she was up to, they would insist she put a stop to it and leave it to the detectives involved.

  Just then, one of the detectives working her father’s case arrived at the party, Detective Tod Kafrey.

  Victoria continued to talk with her uncle as Tod greeted the family and friends.

  * * * *

  “Hello, Tod. How are you? I’m so glad you made it.” Sherry accepted Tod’s kiss on her cheek in greeting.

  “I wouldn’t miss it, Mrs. Mardullo. How are you, Mrs. Malley? Nice to see you, too.” Tod acknowledged Jane.

  Sherry smiled at Tod as he spoke with Jane. He was in his late thirties with blond hair and green eyes, a very attractive man. He was tall, around six feet, and stocky. Glancing over toward Sarah, Sherry noticed the young woman’s cheeks turn a shade of red. It was obvious that Victoria’s cousin Sarah had a crush on him something terrible, but she was five years younger and Tod hadn’t shown any interest.

  He did show some interest in her daughter Victoria, but it appeared to Sherry Victoria just wasn’t interested. Again, she wondered if it were all about fear and taking the chance to open her heart again. Sighing, she watched Tod make his way through the crowd.

  * * * *

  Tod was greeted by fellow officers and guests at the party, as well as by Connor and Peter who stood near the barbecue talking about the Yankees and flipping burgers and dogs.

  Tod immediately noticed Victoria speaking with her uncle. She looked upset, and he wondered what they could possibly be talking about. Taking a few moments to give them time to finish what appeared to be a se
rious discussion, he kept his eyes focused on Victoria—breathtaking as usual, her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and the one-piece tank dress showed off her perfect, trim figure.

  Her voice and the smell of her perfume inundated his dreams. He wanted her all to himself and wondered if she would ever comply. Half listening to the conversation around him, he wanted to provide comfort and security to her. The walls of independence, the scars from her bad relationship experiences, didn’t appear to show signs of collapsing. Perhaps it was time to apply a little pressure.

  He excused himself from talking with Peter and Brian, then made his way over toward Victoria and her uncle.

  Cautiously, he approached Victoria and Patrick Malley, a tall man, burly and all Irish. From red hair to freckles, the sergeant was active on patrol, and not one to sit around wasting the taxpayers’ money. He had an intimidating reputation in the department.

  “Hey, Tod, how are you?” Patrick shook Tod’s hand in greeting. Tod kissed Victoria on the cheek, and she pulled away. His gut clenched at her response.

  Patrick excused himself and joined his son and nephew by the grill.

  “So, Detective, you made it?” Tod teased.

  Victoria gave him a sideways look. “You’re the detective, not me.”

  “You could have fooled me. I saw the clip from that interview last night. You were fantastic. The way you got that perpetrator to give it all up. You had him spilling his guts out. I was impressed. I could use you on the job.” He winked, then touched her cheek gently with his fingers.

  Victoria smiled but moved away a little.

  Tod sensed her discomfort, but wasn’t about to give up on her yet. He was attracted to her, had been from the moment they’d met. He was one of the lead detectives investigating her father’s death. Tod had been one of the first on the scene when her father’s body was found. It was he who had broken the news to Victoria, her mother, and Peter. Tod couldn’t allow just anyone to do it.

  “How was the parade?”

  He watched Victoria glance around the yard and play with the paper on the water bottle she held. She seemed a bit on edge, and he hoped it wasn’t his presence.

  “It was nice, the kids enjoyed it.” She glanced around at the children playing near the swing set.

  Tod recalled seeing her for the first time at Jim Flanagan’s wedding a month before her father died. He remembered Victoria wearing an attractive, low-cut dress and her eyes sparkled. She was a knockout with her long, shiny brown hair and natural creamy olive skin. He had been determined to win her heart. If only she would forget about that Marine from her past. Then maybe he’d have a chance. He’d get a chance to talk to her later, and hopefully, back at her place.

  “So what’s new, Tod? Are you working today or what?” Victoria took a sip from the water bottle she held.

  “Unfortunately, I am working but took a little break to stop and see you. Do you have plans later? Maybe I can stop by your place and—”

  “I really can’t, Tod. I’m working on this story for the magazine right now and I’m on a roll. I want to complete it tonight if I can, then do all my editing and prepare to hand it in to my boss tomorrow morning. I practically missed the beginning of the parade this morning.”

  “Oh, man, you’re kidding me? How did everyone react to that?”

  “Only Aunt Jane flipped out a little, but I easily get under her skin. Besides, it’s my job and I want to stay on top of my game. It’s expected now, you know what I mean?”

  “I know exactly what you mean. So if tonight is out of the question, what about another night this week? Maybe dinner at Phill’s? I know you like that famous blooming onion of his.”

  * * * *

  Victoria felt bad. She knew Tod liked her, but she didn’t want to get involved with anyone. She promised herself she would focus on her career, give up on men for a while, and find out who killed her father. So far, no one suspected anything.

  Tod moved closer to Victoria, touching her arm as he spoke. “I didn’t mean to silence you. Would it be so bad to move on with your life? Forget about—”

  “No, Tod, don’t say his name. Don’t bring that up to me. I’m just not ready for this. It wouldn’t be fair for me to pretend I am when I’m not.”

  Victoria looked away, closed her eyes, and released a heavy sigh.

  “You were too good for him.” Tod moved closer, took her hand, and gently squeezed it.

  “You’re a nice man, Tod, a good friend, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to you. But in all honesty, I just don’t have anything to give you at this point in time. When I think about dating, about everything that goes along with it, I feel exhausted, spent. I hope you can understand that? There’s a lot I’m working on in my profession, my career, and I just don’t have the time.”

  “You deserve to be happy, Victoria. Why can’t you forget about this guy?” Tod obviously didn’t bother trying to hide his anger and jealousy for a man who was probably dead.

  Victoria began to walk away. Tod grabbed her wrist. Others took notice, and Victoria didn’t want to make a scene. She stopped and turned around to face Tod.

  “I’m sorry. I had no right to say that to you,” he whispered. Tod’s cell phone rang. “I’m not going to wait forever, Victoria.”

  He answered his phone, giving “Yes” and “Okay” as answers, then closed it, placing it in its holder on his hip.

  Possessively, Tod placed his hands on her shoulders. She wasn’t anyone’s possession.

  “I have to go. Duty calls, you know. I’ll call you later.” Tod gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked away, saying goodbye to others as he left.

  Chapter 2

  Tod pulled the unmarked police car up to the marina, not pleased to find a large crowd gathered around what he was sure would turn out to be the crime scene.

  Detective Don Phelps was already there, and as Tod made his way through the crowd, he was pleased to find numerous patrol officers taping off the surrounding area. Maybe, just maybe, they were actually following protocol.

  “Hey, Detective Kafrey, Detective Phelps is over there past the boat yard. There’s a deep ravine that borders the water’s edge. That’s where your crime scene is,” Officer Ronnie Chappa stated. He had been on the force five years and was determined to make detective. In Tod’s eyes, he definitely showed potential.

  Tod made his way past the junked boats and marina garbage, then toward the top of the hill. A few officers gathered around taking notes, speaking to the marina caretaker who’d obviously found the body. He was white as a ghost, perspiring, and his light blue T-shirt showed chunks of what he’d eaten for breakfast that morning.

  “Hey, Kafrey, sorry to drag you away from the party at the Malley’s, but duty calls.” Don stood near the body, wearing rubber gloves and already recording evidence as the forensics team took photographs. The River County Coroner’s Office was already on the scene.

  The sheriff’s department had the best forensics department around and was immediately called to the scene. Their small-town police department’s lab was still in the works and far from up and running. Politics, Tod thought as he absorbed the scene around him.

  He immediately noted the sex and position of the body.

  It was difficult not to observe she was young, maybe in her twenties, with long brown hair and completely nude.

  The victim was rigid and in a slumped position. Tod looked back up the hill from where he had just come. He could see slight indentations in the dirt, some broken branches, and matted down grass. He believed, from his initial evaluation of the crime scene, the body had been dumped down the ravine where it now lay after rolling down the incline.

  “She’s been here a while.” Tod scanned the area with his gaze.

  Detective Phelps rose from the ground and opened his notebook. “We don’t have a name yet, but we’re working on it. They’re checking the system for any missing persons who fit the victim’s description.” Detective Phel
ps joined Tod back near the body.

  “Looks like she was bound by the wrists and ankles at some point. There’s bruising around the neck and right shoulder blade. No stab wounds or gunshot wounds. Possibly, she died from strangulation, but no signs of broken vessels around the whites of her eyes.” Tod gently pushed up the victim’s eyelids with his fingers that were protected by disposable gloves.

  “Maybe she was poisoned?” Phelps added, more out of making conversation than anything.

  Tod gave a look that said maybe. He carefully leaned in closer to the body, noting a brown-colored substance around the inside of her lips. “The dirt could have gathered there from her tumble down the ravine, to her death or the culprit. We’ll know soon enough,” Tod said just as the coroner arrived.

  “Detective Kafrey, we’ve got someone from the local newspaper up here. What do you want me to tell them?” the patrol officer asked.

  “Tell them nothing. We don’t know what we’re dealing with yet, and no one is to make any statements at this time. Spread the word, will ya?” Tod shook his head in disgust. The media never seemed to arrive so quickly when there was good news.

  Tod knew as soon as people in town found out about the body being discovered on Memorial Day, a wave of panic and upset would swamp their little police department.

  Chapter 3

  Victoria was overwhelmed at the information contained in the latest updated file. About a month ago, she had gotten her hands on an original copy of the report of her father’s murder. At first, she tried to disconnect herself, act as though she were going over the case of a stranger, but there was no use. The emotions were too strong. A tear escaped her eye, and she closed the file abruptly, placing it back into her briefcase, questioning herself for the umpteenth time about her decision to pursue her own investigation.