Star Walk (A Lacey Fitzpatrick and Sam Firecloud Mystery Book 3) Page 14

  Sam was quiet as she mulled over her next words.

  “It’s becoming clear to me that our real focus—our real success—is helping the ghosts find peace. Find closure. I used to think that your talking to them, getting their story, was only the path to solving the crime. Now I realize that your communicating with them is everything. It’s the path, and it’s the goal, all in one.”

  She glanced over at him. “Does that make sense?”

  Sam smiled humorlessly. “It makes perfect sense. I think you’re absolutely right. Geoffrey Johns is dead. Lance’s father is dead. There’s nothing we can do to even the score on that level. All we can do is uncover the story of the victims, know their truth, and help them to understand they were not at fault. That they really were abused. Both of them—Estelle and Lance—were told lies, and both came to believe those lies. We can restore the truth to them. We can vindicate them.” He looked over at her. “And that’s a big deal.”

  She met his eyes for a moment before turning back to the road. “Yes, it is. I’d like to think that if I… had trouble letting go, when my time came, that someone would do for me what we’re doing.” She reached over and squeezed his hand. “Thank you. For being my partner. For letting me help.”

  He squeezed back. “We do good work. And I wouldn’t want any other partner.”

  Lacey blinked back tears. “Me, neither,” she said.

  Deidre was waiting for them. She seemed to pick up on their quiet confidence.

  “You think you have what you need to get him to move on?” she asked as she led the way to the living room.

  “We think so,” Lacey said. She set her purse down and pulled out her video camera.

  “You’ve had no more evidence of Estelle?” Sam asked.

  Deidre shook her head. “None. It feels… clean up there. Fresh. It’s wonderful.”

  “Good.” He arched an eyebrow at Lacey. “Let’s see what we can do for Lance.”

  “I’ll wait here,” Deidre said, “and see you when you’re done.”

  Lacey let Sam lead the way up the staircase. He took the steps easily, in no hurry, and Lacey could see that questing look on his face. As they neared the third floor landing, he slowed.

  Lacey stepped up behind him and turned on her camera.

  Sam went directly to the south apartment door and turned the knob, pushing the door open. He stood on the threshold and surveyed the room with narrowed eyes. Finally, he stepped in.

  Lacey followed.

  Sam stood in the middle of the room. He angled his head left, then right, like a dog triangulating an unfamiliar sound. He took a few steps toward the alcove that served as a bedroom.

  “Lance Tynan,” he intoned in a low voice. “We know your story. We know your pain.” Sam held his hands out to his sides, palms up. “The evil is not within you. You are not to blame.”

  His words echoed away into silence. Sam stood still, waiting, listening. Then he jerked his head toward a corner of the room, a dark corner beyond the bed.

  “Lance,” he said softly. “You were a child. Eight years old. You were innocent. You were preyed upon. By a monster.” He stepped closer to the corner. “Your father was a monster. It was his shame, not yours. His weakness, not yours. Do you see that, now? Can you see how he put his shame on you? It was not ever your fault. It was his. His, with his twisted religion, his twisted mind, his twisted lies. You were the victim. The helpless, innocent victim.”

  Sam pulled in a deep breath. Lacey, watching through the viewfinder, thought he looked as if he were filling himself up.

  “Lance, religion is not God. Religion is man’s attempt to understand and control. God is only one thing—love. If you loved during your life—loved your wife, your daughter, your male partners—that is all God would want. Love is what makes us human. Not power. Not control. Love. Did you love, Lance?”

  He waited in the stillness. The room seemed to throb with expectant silence.

  “I believe you did, Lance. I believe you loved the people in your life. That you wanted the best for them. That you wanted them to be happy. That’s what love is. You know that now. God is love. And God will take you into a loving embrace. God will make you whole. Strong. Perfect.”

  Sam turned slowly, his senses tuned, around the room. Finally he pulled a smudge stick from his pocket and lit it. The blue smoke curled upward in graceful spirals.

  “Let go, Lance. You are free now. Let go, and go to God. You are a perfect point of light. A star. Brilliant, white, perfect. Free.”

  His words faded away to nothing. The smoke curled and fluttered, soft blue tendrils drifting throughout the room. Then, as Sam stood still in the center of the room, the smoke began to coalesce, and the column of it rose straight up toward the ceiling. Up against the high crown molding, it dissipated and melted away.

  Sam turned to Lacey and nodded. “I think we’re done.”

  She dragged her eyes from the ceiling where the smoke faded away and turned off the camera. “Was that him—in the corner?” she asked softly.

  “That was the eight-year-old,” Sam said with a sigh. “He was hiding there, paralyzed with fear. But he’s okay now. He’s gone.”

  ~~~

  Back downstairs with Deidre, they sipped iced tea. Lacey felt all the tension in her body release as she sat back against the soft cushions of the white couch.

  “I can’t thank you enough,” Deidre said as she wrote a check. “You have been… invaluable.” She tore off the check and handed it to Sam. He glanced at it, and his eyebrows shot up. “I added a little extra,” she said, smiling. “Just a little bonus for a job well done.”

  Sam showed the check to Lacey. A thousand dollars. Some little bonus, she thought.

  “Thank you,” Sam said. “That’s very generous of you.”

  “Well worth it,” Deidre said, waving away the compliment.

  “We’re glad we could help,” Lacey said. She stowed her camera in her bag. “As with all these cases, we learned a lot. I’m glad it all worked out.”

  “You and me both,” Deidre said. As she led them to the door, she gave them a wink. “If I hear about anyone else with ghost trouble, I’ll be sure to refer them to you.”

  “That’s all we can ask,” Sam said with a smile.

  ~~~

  TWENTY

  One week later, Lacey parked her car and walked to the front door of the Wild Animal Foundation of Hollywood. Inside the gift shop, she glanced around and found the counter along the far wall. She threaded her way through the displays of stuffed animals, coffee mugs and jigsaw puzzles and approached the girl behind the counter.

  “I’m here for the birthday party,” she said. “Kenzie Firecloud?”

  “Oh, yeah. The kids are still out on the tour, but they should be back shortly. If you want to go through that door over there, that’s where the party will be.” She waved a hand toward double doors at the back of the gift shop.

  “Great, thanks,” Lacey said.

  She pushed through the doors and entered a large dining room filled with tables and chairs. Each table was draped with a pink tablecloth dotted with animals, and each sported a centerpiece of fresh daisies. A huge banner across one wall read Happy Birthday Kenzie.

  A small group of people stood to one side, gathered around a wheelchair. Lacey smiled and walked directly to Celeste. Leaning down, she kissed the papery-dry cheek.

  “Celeste, this is absolutely wonderful. Thank you so much for doing this. I know Kenzie will love it.”

  “Tut, tut,” Celeste said. “It’s my pleasure. Kenzie seems a lovely child.”

  “She is,” Lacey said. “And I still want to pay you back for this. Sam and I both do.”

  “You’ll do no such thing,” Celeste said with a wicked grin. “This is my treat.”

  “Well, it’s fabulous.” Glancing around, Lacey greeted Paula and then Christine, Kenzie’s mother. Christine introduced her to the handful of other mothers.

  “Where’s Sam?” Lace
y asked.

  “Out with the kids,” Christine said. “They should be here any minute.” She stepped up close to Lacey. “I want to thank you for arranging this. Kenzie was beside herself with excitement.”

  “When I heard about the problem with the zoo, I thought this might be a good alternative. And Celeste was very open to the idea. It seemed like a win-win to me.”

  Just then the sound of children’s voices, loud with excitement, bounced against the outside wall of the dining room. A door on the far side opened, and twenty children dashed inside. Some ran to tables and grabbed seats while others skipped to their waiting mothers, all atwitter about their tour of the grounds.

  “We saw lions and tigers…”

  “A giraffe!”

  “Pretty horses…”

  Lacey watched the swarm of miniaturized humanity flow about the room with gleeful energy.

  Sam came in, and he and Daniel and Kenzie went to join Christine. When Kenzie saw Lacey, she ran over and threw her arms around her.

  “Wow,” Lacey said, smiling. “What a great hug. Are you having a good birthday?”

  “It’s the best,” Kenzie said. Her dark eyes, so like her father’s, sparkled with joy. “Dad said it’s all because of you.”

  “It was my idea,” Lacey admitted, “but this lady right here made it happen. Have you met Celeste?”

  “Yes, before,” Kenzie said. “Thank you, Celeste. This is awesome!”

  “I’m glad you’re having fun,” Celeste said. “Are you ready for some cake and ice cream?”

  “Yeah!” Several voices answered the question. Kenzie scooted to the seat of honor and took her place beside a mound of presents and a large decorated sheet cake. A server proceeded to light the nine candles atop the cake.

  Sam edged over close to Lacey and nudged her with an elbow. “She’ll remember this forever,” he said in a low voice.

  “I’m glad,” Lacey said. She looked from Kenzie to Christine, to Celeste and Paula, and thought about Margaret and about Doreen. This whole adventure had been about family; about mothers and fathers, about daughters and sons, about sisters. Family, she realized, was fiercely important. Families had the power to harm—or heal. The power to destroy—or make whole. After all was said and done, family remained the most important part of life.

  She slipped one arm around Sam’s waist. “Remind me when the party’s over,” she said to him, “to call my folks when I get home.”

  He draped one arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze. “You got it.”

  ~~~

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  Dream Walk

  Book 4 of the Lacey Fitzpatrick and Sam Firecloud mystery series.

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