Chapter Six

Clouds hung low and threatening over the village of Warwick. A tempest was brewing and residents were scurrying about, making ready for the imminent storm. Even though it was early in the day, the streets took on a deserted look as winds picked up, causing leaves to dance on the air currents.

It had been two days since the disastrous council meeting, yet Bill Westerly was still upbeat about the prospects for the town. He had five hundred thousand dollars in cash in his briefcase, and he would have another five when the construction began. There were some loose ends, but he could easily tie them up. He needed to get Victoria Walker back in line by reminding her who was in charge and what the consequences would be if she didn’t cooperate. I need to deal with that annoying Sullivan woman. She wasn’t as greedy as her partners were and that surprised him. But he would resolve that, no problem there. He would see to it that the good Dr. Walker didn’t keep the store. Once he was owner, he could search under the floorboards for the fortune his grandfather had told him about. Life was good.

Insistent knocking on the door sent him scrambling to hide the briefcase. The last thing he needed was for someone to uncover his plans. After straightening his shirt, he slowly opened the door. Two men who looked like cowboys stood on his porch. “Yes, what can I do for you?”

“Mr. Westerly?” the taller of the two men asked.

“That’s me. Who are you?”

“Sir, my name is Ed Blake and this is Frank Robinson.” He took a badge out of his pocket and flashed it in Bill’s direction. “We are with the Texas Rangers and we need to ask you to come along with us.”

“Like hell I will. Let me see that badge again. How do I know you are who you say you are?”

Frank Robinson nodded and produced the badge again. “Sir, we have a warrant for your arrest. It would go easier on you if you cooperate.”

The statement shocked Bill. It’s a mistake and they have me mixed up with someone else. “My arrest? For what?”

“Conspiracy to commit murder.”

“What? You’re kidding me. I think you have the wrong person”

“No, we don’t, sir. Now will you please come with us?”

“Not without my lawyer.” Bill pulled out his cell and rapidly dialed a number. “Get over here right now, I need a lawyer … I don’t care what you’re doing. … There is no one else to call. Who? … I’ll call him, but you get your ass over here as soon as you can, if you know what’s good for you.” After punching in another number, he drummed his fingers on the doorjamb. “This is Bill. Come to my house right now. I need a lawyer.” Bill smiled. “My lawyer should be here soon. Please, gentlemen, come in, sit down and I’ll get you some coffee.”

“Sir, we really need you to come to the police station with us. Your lawyer can meet us there.”

“I am the mayor of this town. I am not going to run away. As soon as my lawyer gets here, we can clear up any confusion and you can both be on your way. Now, what can I get you to drink?”

Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door and Bill casually walked over and opened it. The man who entered was an elderly gentleman with snow white hair. He was a fair facsimile of Mark Twain. As he shuffled across the room, Bill could see the amusement on the faces of the rangers. Good, I can see they are wondering about my lawyer. Wait until my ace in the hole gets here. They’ll be singing a different tune then.

Storm clouds swirled in the sky.

“Gentlemen, this is my lawyer for the moment, Claude Claiborne.” Bill winked at Robertson and whispered, “Don’t let his appearance fool you, he never misses anything.”

Robinson grabbed Bill by the arm, and his cold dark eyes bored into Westerly. “Neither do I.”

Bill wrenched his arm away and walked over to Claude, trying to quell the fear he felt. The ranger had accomplished something not many had—the mayor was terrified. He spoke quietly to Claude. “Stall for time ’til she gets here. These yahoos won’t know what hit them then. If you know what’s good for you, Claude, you won’t let me down.”

“I won’t, Mr. Westerly. You can count on me.”

The quiver in his voice was not lost on Bill. “Claude, would you like some coffee?”

Robinson was quickly tiring of this man. “It’s time to cut the pleasantries, Mr. Westerly. Your lawyer is here and we need to get down to business.”

“Just a minute there, I need to consult with my client first. May I see the warrant, please? Bill and I will talk before he says anything to either of you. Is that clear?”

Hank grudgingly, replied, “Yes.”

“Good. I’m glad we all understand each other. Now if you will excuse us.”

Robinson and Blake stepped to the other side of the room while the other two men consulted.

The shrilling of the cell phone brought a smile to Maggie’s face. “Do you ever turn that thing off?”

“Oh. How else would I aggravate you? This is Dr. Walker. … Hi. … We’re just coming into town now and should be there in about five minutes. I hope we get there before the storm. I’ll be careful. Okay, bye.”

“Your mother, I take it. I’m surprised she didn’t call about an hour earlier.” Maggie winked at Lauren, a lascivious smile crossing her face.

“Yep. She said she needs to talk to us as soon as possible.”

“Good, I hope she’ll like the news I have about the good mayor.”

Entering the judge’s chambers was always an awe inspiring experience for Lauren. The rich look of the interior with the huge wooden desk, the big comfortable leather chairs, and the bookshelves filled with law books. The whole room looked and smelled powerful. Rising, Victoria smiled brightly at both women.

“Thank you so much for coming. Westerly called and told me he needed a lawyer and to get over there, if I knew what was good for me.”

“What did you tell him, Mother?”

“I told him I couldn’t get away right now, and would be there as soon as I could. I don’t want to go, Lori. It doesn’t feel right.”

“I don’t see where you have a choice right now, Vicky,” Maggie interjected. “Just go there, find out what’s going on, and make sure you do everything by the book.”

“I have always followed the letter of the law. Even when he wanted me to fix tickets, I would just pay them myself. Have your sources found anything out yet?”

“Yes. There seems to be a connection to organized crime, but I won’t know anything for certain until later this week. I’m sorry. It’s the best they could do in two days.”

“Just knowing that something is being done makes it easier to bear, Maggie. Thank you for everything you’re doing for me.” She turned her attention to her daughter. “Lori, are you serious about keeping the store?”

Lauren tersely asked, “Why?” I can’t believe her. What is she up to now? I thought we were past this.

“No. No, Lori, you don’t understand. I want you to keep the store. I don’t trust Bill. If you are keeping it, you need to go over to that mess of an office and find the original deed.”

“You don’t have it? I thought you were the executor.”

“I looked. Zeb had a filing system that was all his own that I just don’t understand. I thought maybe you two could give it a go.”

Lauren glanced at Maggie and received a slight nod. “We’ll go while you’re at the mayor’s. When you’re done, why not come over to the store and help us.”

“Sounds good to me. I need to be home by four. Your father and I have a charity fundraising dinner to attend tonight. I guess I’d better be on my way. I wouldn’t want to keep the bastard waiting too long, would I?” She gave Lauren a loving hug. “Thank you for giving me another chance.”

Lauren wrapped her arms around her mother and whispered, “Mom, I’m so glad to have you back in my life. I’ll do whatever I can to help you in any way. You’re worth it.”

Victoria wiped away a tear before giving Maggie a quick hug. “Wish me luck.”

“Shall we go too?” Maggie headed toward the door, only to feel Lauren grab her wrist.

Lauren’s eyes were sparkling with merriment and lust. “What’s the hurry? Ever done it in a judge’s chamber … in a big overstuffed chair?”

Maggie gave the smaller woman a once over. “As a matter of fact, I haven’t. What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Actions speak louder than words. Come with me and I’ll show you. I promise you won’t be disappointed.” Slowly unzipping Maggie’s jeans, she pointed to a large brown leather chair. “Just sit yourself down and I shall see if I can get a confession out of you.”

“Mmm. I think I might like your approach to getting information. I’m all yours, but I must warn you, it will take a lot of … oral persuasion to get me to talk.” Maggie pasted a stubborn look on her face.

Lauren pushed Maggie into the chair, lowered the jeans to Maggie’s ankles, licked her lips, and knelt. “Shall we get started?” Just as she began spreading Maggie’s knees, a loud harsh bell sounded.

“What the hell is that?” Maggie blurted. “I can’t believe this.”

“Shit, it means someone is in the courtroom. They installed that years ago when someone came through that way to murder a judge.” The door to the room squeaked open as the clerk entered. Lauren quickly sat on the arm of the chair in an effort to hide her partially clad lover.

“Oh, Lori. I didn’t know you were here. Where’s your mother?”

“Bea, she had to go out for a little bit. She should be back after lunch. I’m going to see her later, want me to give her a message for you?”

“No, it’s nothing that can’t wait. Are you going to introduce me to your friend there?”

Maggie laughed before peering around Lauren and waving to Bea. “Hi, Bea. I’m little Lori’s friend Maggie. I’d get up, but I seem to be somewhat indisposed at the moment.”

“My, dear, do you need a doctor? Are you hurt?”

Lauren was beet red and at a loss for words.

“Bea, that is so kind of you. As you know, little Lori here is a doctor and she can minister to any of my ailments quite capably. Thank you, though.”

“Right, okay then, I’ll leave you two to whatever it is you need to do. Nice to meet you, Maggie, and please, Lori, don’t be such a stranger.” Bea left the room shaking her head.

Once the door closed, laughter erupted from Maggie as she pulled Lauren down into her arms and kissed her soundly. “Well, that certainly was a mood breaker.”

“I can’t believe you. I’ll little Lori you. She can minister to any ailments … how on earth did you come up with that?” Lauren returned the kiss before she got up from the chair. “Shall we go over to the store? It should be more private there. Did I ever tell you Uncle Zeb lived above the store? There are two bedrooms that we will need to check out thoroughly.”

“Lauren, that’s just what we need. To be in a bedroom making love and have your mother walk in.”

The smirk on Maggie’s face told Lauren they would be doing more than searching for a deed at the store. “Let’s hurry. The wind sure is kicking up out there.”

Maggie stood and pulled up her jeans, then took Lauren’s hand and walked out of the courthouse.

They fought the strong wind as they crossed the street.

The rumblings of the approaching storm were louder as Victoria climbed the steps to Bill’s porch. Is this how the people I’ve sent to prison feel when the cell door closes behind them? This can’t be happening to me. How did everything get so out of control that I’ve reached this point? She knocked on the door hoping for a miracle that would rescue her from her nightmare.

“It’s about time you got here,” Bill snarled.

“Nice to see you too, Bill.”

“Gentleman, may I introduce Judge Victoria Walker, my other lawyer.” Bill beamed at the look of confusion on the rangers’ faces. “Vicky, these are Rangers Blake and Robinson.”

She shook their hands. “Nice to meet you. I’m afraid, that Bill has misunderstood my role. My position as a sitting judge precludes me from acting as his lawyer. I can provide him with any personal advice I may have, but I cannot act as his lawyer.” By having the upper hand in a legal situation involving Westerly, Victoria felt in control for the first time.

Bill shot daggers at Victoria.

In the distance were the rumblings of thunder.

“What exactly is the situation involving our mayor, Ranger Blake?”

“Judge, we have a warrant for his arrest. The state of Texas is charging him with conspiracy to commit murder. Would you like to see the warrant?”

“Yes, thank you.” Victoria took the document and perused it quickly. “Everything looks to be in order.” She cocked her head and then turned to Blake. “Would you mind explaining the details to me? Once I have a clearer idea of the circumstances, I can advise Bill.”

“Certainly,” Blake said. “On September eleventh, six years ago, a man named John Henry Brown was involved in an accident wherein his truck broadsided a BMW, wrapping it around a lamp post and killing the male driver and a pregnant woman. Two witnesses came forward supporting Brown’s claim that the driver of the other car ran a stop light.”

Robinson picked up the story. “Several months ago, Mr. Brown was arrested for selling guns to terrorists. In his attempt to save himself, he disclosed that a man had hired him to kill the people in that car six years ago. He received fifty thousand dollars and he alleged that the witnesses were also paid. The name he gave us was William Westerly, Warwick’s mayor. Since Westerly was mayor of a small town thousands of miles away, we doubted Mr. Brown’s story. Still, we checked with the witnesses. They both admitted to being paid for their testimony.”

Robinson could see the disbelief on the faces of the other occupants in the room. “There’s more. We had each person meet individually with different sketch artists to describe the man that paid them. Here are the drawings. As you can see, they are all roughly the same and all bear more than a passing resemblance to Mr. Westerly.”

The winds howled as the storm bore down on Warwick.

Victoria’s mind flashed back to the newspaper article Bill had given her years before. What did he say? I should take him seriously, because he could make this happen to Lori, too. With her legal mind working at full throttle, she allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. Gotcha, Bill. “Thank you, gentlemen. This certainly is convincing evidence. Will you give me a minute to confer with Mr. Claiborne and Mr. Westerly?”

With a nod, the rangers retrieved the sketches and the warrant, and removed themselves to a spot over in front of the door.

“Claude, I think you should advise Bill to go with these men and not fight extradition. Since I have personal knowledge of this situation, I am compelled to share the information with the court and therefore I am unable to continue any dialogue with either of you about this issue.”

“Who the hell do you think you are, bitch? I own you, and you will do as I say,” Westerly growled in warning.

“No, you don’t, Bill. It’s over, as of now.” Victoria rose from her seat and moved toward the two rangers to offer a statement.

Bill screamed, “No! I will not allow this! This will not happen.”

Claude couldn’t believe the outburst. “Bill, settle down. This isn’t helping. Let’s sit down.”

“Shut up, old man. You’re nothing but a drunken has been. Vicky, you’ll be sorry if you open your mouth. I promise you that.”

“Is that a threat, Bill? You do realize these men are witnesses to that statement, don’t you? I would suggest you listen to your lawyer, and sit down and shut up.” The crazed look on the mayor’s face reminded her of a cornered animal ready to fight for its freedom. His rage was not lost on the others in the room either.

Bill had moved across the room and opened a drawer. No one had time to react before he pulled out a gun and pointed it in Victoria’s direction. “Who are you to tell me anything, bitch? If I go down, you go with me. I can see the headline now: Judge Walker Abandoned Firstborn to Follow Lover Around the World. Did you know that, Claude? She isn’t as pure as everyone thinks. She’s a slut and a child abuser. She was willing to sell out her own daughter so I could get that damn store. Do you have any idea what a scandal that will bring to our town? She’s an abomination, a blemish that needs to be eradicated, and I’m just the man to do it.” He leveled the gun at Victoria’s body as he bellowed, “Get ready for hell, bitch.”

Blake and Robinson drew their weapons and stood with their feet apart, arms outstretched their guns at the ready. “Put the gun down, Westerly,” Blake demanded. “Drop it now!”

The electrically charged air added to the tension. Suddenly, lightning cracked through the air and there was the sound of a loud explosion. Then, all was deathly still.

Maxwell’s store was like going back to a time when profit wasn’t king and family meant everything. Suspended from the ceiling were yokes, harnesses, sleds, and baby buggies. On a far wall, a cabinet with hundreds of small drawers containing everything from nuts to bolts. In another section were shelves with glass jars filled with flour, sugar, coffee, candies, and other edible items. The counter in front held an old copper scale. Throughout the store, stacked in helter-skelter fashion, was every item imaginable. On the wooden counter stood a cash register from the turn of the century, and a ledger that was a record of every sale.

From her precarious position atop a ladder, Ellie Hudson, a small frail looking woman, greeted the two women with a warm smile as they entered the store. “Lori, I am so glad to hear you are keeping the store. It would never have been the same if some other family had it.”

“Thanks, Ellie. This is my good friend, Maggie Sullivan. I don’t think you met her when I we were in last week.”

Ellie scrambled down the ladder. “I saw the two of you the other day but that Joe Belier just loves to talk so I couldn’t come say a proper hello.” She smiled as she shook Maggie’s hand. “Pleased to meet you, Maggie. Any friend of little Lori is a friend of mine.”

“We’ll be in the office if you need us. You be careful up on that ladder, Ellie. Can’t have my best employee getting hurt.”

“Lands sake, Lori, I’ve been going up and down that thing since way before you were born. Go on now, so I can get my work done.”

Lauren took Maggie’s hand and led her through the maze of shelves to the office in the back of the store. Once inside, the women were greeted with the smell of stale cigar smoke and musty papers.

“I think we need to open a window and air this place out. With all these papers stacked everywhere, it’s no wonder my mother couldn’t find anything. This must have driven her crazy. She doesn’t like disorder of any kind.” At the vision of what she knew was a look of horror when her mother opened the office door, Lauren chuckled. With a physician’s need for precision, she had to admit she was much the same.

“How on earth are we going to find anything in here, Lauren? Where do we begin?”

“Why don’t you start with the desk, once you find it,” she said laughing. “I’ll move things around some and see if I can find the safe that’s supposed to be here.”

After a half an hour of searching, Maggie walked over to Lauren and handed her an envelope with her name on it. “I found this on the desk, Lauren. Looks like your uncle left you a note.”

As Lauren took the envelope, tears trickled down her cheeks. Memories of her beloved uncle flooded her mind. “I loved him so much. I wish you could have met him, I know he would have loved you.” She turned the envelope over in her hand and was about to open it when the sound of sirens startled them both. “I don’t recall ever hearing police sirens in this town in my life, except on holidays.”

As if to accentuate the sound of the sirens, thunder and lightning streaked through the air and shook the old building. Ellie suddenly appeared at the door. “The sheriff just called looking for Doc Wilson. There’s been a shooting at the mayor’s house and Doc Wilson is out at the Barnes’ farm. They need a doctor, Lori.”

Without any hesitation, Lauren and Maggie rushed out of the store and ran as fast as they could to Bill Westerly’s home.

The wailing of sirens reverberated throughout Warwick. There, in the home of the town’s mayor, Lauren Walker sat on the floor holding the limp body of her mother. As she compressed the bloody wound with her jacket, sobs wracked her body. “Don’t leave me, please. Not now. We were just beginning to understand each other again. Oh, God, please no.” Lauren reigned in her emotions. Her mother needed a doctor not a crybaby. “Maggie, can you go to my car and get my medical bag?”

“Sure thing,” Maggie said over her shoulder as she ran out the door. It was two blocks to the car and there was no time to waste.

The room was a bustle of activity as the small Warwick police force gathered to process the horrific scene. Bill Westerly laid dead, with a bullet hole in his temple and copious amounts of congealing blood seeping into the floor around him. A dumbfounded Claude Claiborne was sitting with the two rangers on the couch.

Steven Walker entered the house, scanned the area quickly, and walked briskly toward his wife and daughter. He gently touched his daughter’s shoulder and knelt down. “Sweetheart, what can I do to help?”

“There’s so much blood; I can’t seem to stop the blood.” She looked at the door and was relieved to see Maggie returning.

“Lauren, here’s your medical bag. There’s a medivac unit on the way.”

“Daddy, put your hand here and apply as much pressure as you can. That helicopter needs to be here now! Elevate her feet, Maggie, then go to Doc Wilson’s office and bring his nurse back to assist me. Tell Dolly we need two IV setups and two bags of Ringers, and make sure you get lots of bandages and material to pack the wound.”

“Back in a flash.” Maggie, ran out of the door and down the street to the doctor’s office. She turned the knob only to find that it wouldn’t turn. With winds swirling around her, Maggie began pounding on the door. “Dolly, there’s an emergency! Open up.”

Dolly opened the door and looked at the woman whose clothing showed spatters of blood. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Who are you?”

“I’m Maggie Sullivan, a friend of Lauren Walker. There has been a shooting at the mayor’s and Lauren needs you there. You need to bring so….”

“I know what to bring, dear. Give me a minute to get the supplies and we can go.” Dolly gathered the necessary items and returned to the entryway. “Who’s hurt?” she asked as she opened the door.

“Judge Walker.”

“Oh no, poor Lori!” she exclaimed as they rushed out of the office, fighting the blowing winds all the way.

As Lauren and Dolly did their best to keep Victoria alive, Chief Miller questioned Claude and the rangers. “Just who are you two, and why are you here.”

“My name is Ed Blake and this is Frank Robinson. We’re contractors that Mr. Westerly contacted about the building project here in town. From what I saw, he invited the judge here to try to convince her not to veto the project. When she refused to see it his way, he screamed out something about being ruined and took a gun from that drawer there and shot her before he shot himself.”

“I see. Is that what happened, Claude?”

Claude didn’t know what game the two strangers were playing, but the bottom line was he did not like the mayor. Westerly was a cruel man who enjoyed lording his power over everyone. His death was no great loss to anyone. “Why yes, it is, Tom.”

“Just why were you here anyway, Claude?”

“You know how Bill liked to order people around. He called me and said he needed a lawyer and to get over here. I did what he told me to, just like everyone else in this town does.”

Robinson looked casually at Blake, relieved that the old man hadn’t felt the need to share the entire story with the sheriff. If he had, they would have had a hard time explaining why they were there and how the mayor had really died. As it was, they would continue to play their roles and then contact their boss with their report.

“I’ll need statements from all of you. Be in my office in an hour. Eddie, get some sort of blanket over this body. No one needs to be gawking at it.” Chief Miller walked over to Lauren and her father. “How’s she doin’, Lori?”

“We need that helicopter here now. She won’t last much longer if we don’t get her to the hospital.”

“I’ll check on that right away. Eddie, get the ETA on that ‘chopper.” He offered his hand to Steven Walker. “Terrible business, Steve. That Bill was a rustin’ gun waitin’ to explode. If there’s anything I can do for you, let me know.”

“Thanks, Tom. If there’s any way you can get that helicopter here sooner, that would help. I hope this weather won’t be a problem.”

Everything outside went silent and the wind ceased to blow.

Maggie stood in the background watching the events unfold. How did everything go so wrong? Things weren’t supposed to happen this way. She heard the helicopter in the distance, and then knelt down beside Lauren. “The helicopter is coming.”

The medivac team hustled through the door. “We need to hurry while the wind is calm otherwise we won’t get out of here,” one of the paramedics said.

“They’re here, Mom. Hold on.” Lauren noted the pallor of her mother’s skin and the shallowness of her breathing. Lauren had done all she could and knew that time was running out for her mother. “It was now up to you, Mom.” With tears streaming down her cheeks, she gently kissed her mother’s head as she released her to the newly arrived medical team. I love you, Mom. Please don’t go yet. I need you.

“Who put in this IV?” asked a woman dressed in a flight suit.

“I did,” a shaken Lauren replied

“And you are?”

“Sorry, I’m a doctor, Lauren Walker, and this is Dolly Simpson, a nurse. The bleeding was profuse, so I started IVs in both arms and ran them wide open. We packed the wound and the bleeding seems to have subsided. The swelling of the abdomen worries me, as does the shallow breathing.”

“Thanks, Doctor, I’ll take over now.”

Lauren stood up and walked the short distance to where Maggie was standing fell into her outstretched in her arms. For a few moments, she knew she was safe in facing the gravity of her mother’s condition. “Will you take my dad and me to the hospital?”

“Why don’t we see if we can get you both on the helicopter so you can be with her?”

“Thanks.” Lauren looked over at her father who, to all outward appearances, seemed in control, but she knew different. “I need to go to my dad.”

“Yeah. He looks like he could use a hug. Listen, I’ll drive your car to the hospital and meet you there.”

Lauren kissed Maggie’s cheek. “Thank you.” With a professional eye on the medics who were lifting her mother on to a stretcher, she stood by her father’s side. When his arm went around her waist, she leaned into his strong body. “She’s going to make it, Daddy. I just know it.”

Steven kissed his daughter’s head. “If we’re going with them, we need to get in the helicopter now.”

As Lauren passed by Maggie, she gently squeezed her arm before she left with her father.

“I’ll be right behind you.” Maggie watched, as the helicopter lift off grateful that the wind remained calm. That’s the only thing good to come out of this. How the hell did everything get so fucked up?

Maggie stood on the deceased mayor’s porch watching the helicopter head in an easterly position. The clouds that had been dark and ominous were now an angry gray. A tap on her shoulder diverted her attention away from the menacing skies.

“Maggie, I wrote down the directions to the hospital in Westfield. It’s about fifty miles away, but very easy to find. You pretty much stay on this highway and you’ll eventually reach it,” Dolly’s reassuring voice said.

“Okay. Thank you, Dolly.” She glanced at the sheet of directions. “I think I can find it.”

“You seem a bit dazed. Are you okay to drive? You won’t be any use to Lauren or the Walkers if you get into an accident.”

“No. I’m good, Dolly. I’ll be fine.”

Maggie went down the stairs and up the street to where Lauren parked her SUV in front of the courthouse. Once inside the car, she shook as tears streamed down her cheeks. She turned the ignition key and started down the highway toward the hospital.