Meant for Her
Meant for Her
by Amy Gamet
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For Brian, who always believed I could do it.
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Special thanks to Laura Davis, Deyon Waller, Pam Kaptein, Melissa Sharp, Dale Richards, and Paul Richards.
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Copyright © 2012 Amy Gamet
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Table of Contents
Bonus Excerpt: Love's Greatest Gift
Chapter 1
Hank Jared was running.
Four miles in, he hit his stride. Heavy metal music poured from his headphones, drowning out all but the rhythmic beating of his shoes on the pavement. The neighborhood around him was upscale and well-manicured, with stately rolling lawns and automatic sprinkler systems that wet his dark hair and tan, bronzed skin.
His physical conditioning was evident in the controlled swish of air in and out of his lungs, the defined muscles of his calves and thighs flexing in synch with the pumping of his arms. He checked his watch. Plenty of time to get back and pack before his flight.
Five days before Christmas, and it feels like the middle of May.
He had been in Florida nearly a month, working on a case for Admiral Barstow. While Hank enjoyed the sunshine and novelty of swimming in December, his amusement turned to irritation when he saw his first palm tree covered in Christmas lights.
He needed a blue spruce, and he needed it quickly.
By nightfall he’d be in the Adirondacks. His mouth formed an unconscious smile at the thought of his destination. His little sister was getting married on Christmas Eve, and the whole family was gathering at his mother’s house for the event.
I’ll be walking her down the aisle.
The thought brought with it the faintest grief, a wave by now so familiar Hank simply accepted its crest. It had been more than five years since their father passed away.
Ray Jared had been a strong, kind man with a boisterous sense of humor, a love of the outdoors and a deep dedication to family. Kelly’s wedding made their father’s absence as tangible as a shadow where sunlight once shined, and Hank was both honored and saddened to stand in the spot his father should have occupied.
The residential neighborhood ended in a cul-de-sac, lined on one side with evergreens. The hedges obscured a ten-foot high chain link fence, a small opening in the foliage marking an entrance to another space beyond.
Hank slowed to a walk, retrieving a plastic card from his running pack. He slid it through a small card reader on a steel post, the gate unlocking with a metallic click.
Acres of turf surrounded what looked like a business complex. The newest field office of the U.S. Navy was nothing if not discreet. Hank enrolled right after college, having always dreamed of a career in the armed forces.
The military was his life.
His breathing slowly returning to normal, he dug in his pack for his cell phone and dialed the familiar numbers.
“Don’t be mad, mom,” he said when she answered. “But I’m not going to be able to make it.” He sounded devastated to his own ears.
“Hank William Jared, that wasn’t funny when you were ten, and it sure as hell isn’t funny now.”
He chuckled. “It’s a little funny.”
“It might be a little funny if the caterer hadn’t double booked.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. And it would have been downright hilarious if the wedding bands had arrived at the jewelers.”
Maybe he picked the wrong day to joke with his mother.
“I can fix this, Mom.”
“How are you going to fix it?”
“I’ll treat for pizza.”
“That’s very helpful, dear.”
“I am a helper, you know.”
“Yes, you are. What time does your flight get in? I have a to-do list here with your name on it.”
Hank was sure she had an actual piece of paper that said HANK across the top. With three children and a family business to run, his mother had a great deal of experience delegating responsibility. “Three-thirty. Who’s picking me up?”
“Ron. He and Kelly have been playing chauffer all week.” Kelly’s fiancé had seemed like a nice enough guy the few times Hank had met him, but he was happy to hear that Ron was playing taxi driver so they’d have a chance to talk. Without his father, it seemed like his responsibility to give Ron the third degree.
Kelly met him on an airplane when she was on her way home from college for Christmas break two years ago. Hank got the feeling there was more to that story, and he intended to get the whole truth from Ron before the wedding.
“No worries, Mom, I’m on my way…” Hank was interrupted by a call waiting beep. He checked the caller ID and frowned.
“Mom, I have to take this.”
“Work?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t answer it, Hank. Bad things come in threes and we only have two.”
“I have to.”
“I know you do,” she sighed. “Call me later.”
Hank clicked over to the incoming call.
“What can I do for you, Admiral?”
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“I’ve got a nasty virus. Almost a third of the company is infected.” Julie Trueblood rested her forehead on her fingers as she leaned over her desk.
“Are you going to be able to make it for Christmas?”
Julie never planned on making it to her aunt’s house, though she had plenty of time to fit it in before her trip with Greg. She spun her chair around and watched fat snow flakes falling at an alarming rate over the city of Boston.
“Even if I clean up all the computers, I’m afraid I’d need a fleet of tiny reindeer to pull my sleigh and get me out of the city. What’s your weather like?”
“A little snow, I think. We have a few inches already.”
Julie knew that ‘a little snow’ to her aunt might well be enough to put the entire northeast into a state of emergency. Aunt Gwen was pushing hard for Julie to make it out to Vermont this year, and had extended an open invitation for the long weekend. It was a solid three-hour drive in good weather, and this was anything but.
“I don’t know. Let me run and see what progress I can make on this mess. I’ll give you a call in a couple of hours,” she said, instantly regretting that she hadn’t simply said no.
“Alright, Jules. Best of luck. I can’t wait to see you.”
Julie cringed into the receiver. “Bye, Gwen.”
She turned her attention to the computer in front of her and sighed at the work ahead. Firewalls and anti-virus software could only do so much. Someone was always out to make a better virus that could slip in under the radar and wreak havoc on a stranger’s computer. Or in this case, more than eighty of Systex Corporation’s desktops.
Her morning had been spent identifying the virus and downloading the fix. Now she needed to spend ten minutes on each machine to get it working again. Picking up the phone, she dialed Becky’s extension.
“Becky’s House of Beauty.”
“I need help cleaning up a virus. It’s going to kill the rest of the day.”
“Yee haw! I’ll be right in.”
Julie shook her head and smiled as she replaced the receiver. Becky had been her roommate at MIT, where they both majored in computer science—Julie with a double major in math, Becky with a minor in social work. Becky was good enough at what she did to have Julie’s job, but she lacked the finesse necessary to climb the corporate ladder.
If it bothered Becky that she worked for Julie, she didn’t let on.
“Okay, what are we up against?” asked Becky, walking into Julie’s office without knocking.
“Eighty-one machines, ten minutes to fix each one.”
Becky’s eyes lit and she smiled widely. “I’d say the company should buy us lunch.”
“Deal.” Julie checked her watch. “Let’s get through two-thirds of them before we break, though.”
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The crime scene was easy to find.
The Orange Palm Motel had a turquoise pool, white lounge chairs, and a string of tangerine doors—the overly bright pattern now violently interrupted by a swath of blackened siding. The fire had buckled the roof shingles, blown out the window, and left gray swirling murals of soot and ash on neighboring units.
Hotel guests stood in the parking lot or sat on cars, watching the drama being played out before them like theatergoers staring at a stage. Police milled about behind yellow tape as firemen and EMTs packed up their gear.
There was no one to rescue here.
Hank ducked under the tape and strode toward the charred motel room, flipping open his badge as he was approached by a uniformed officer. Hank shook his head when the other man raised his hand and walked away, knowing the cop hadn’t gotten a good look at Hank’s badge.
That was too easy.
He replaced it in his pocket and withdrew a pair of vinyl gloves, pulling them on before confidently slipping into the room.
The darkness was near complete, the smells of burned wood and plastic clinging to the wet air. There was another odor as well, and Hank knew at once the room had been occupied. He withdrew a slim flashlight from his pocket and began searching for the body.
A beam of light shined on him.
“Detective Johnson, Jacksonville P.D.”
He turned. “U.S. Navy Lieutenant Hank Jared.”
“Navy?”
“Navy.”
Johnson lowered his beam to Hank’s chest. “Is our victim military?”
“The Navy has an interest in this case.”
“An interest in this case,” Johnson repeated. “Is that a no?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“The victim’s in the bathtub,” said Johnson. “Unidentified male, unless you’re going to tell me who he is.” He shined the light back at Hank. “You going to tell me?”
“What makes you think I know?”
“You’re here. There must be a reason for that. I wouldn’t even know who to call, but the U.S. Navy is here, and I’m trying to figure out why.”
“Let me know if you come up with anything.”
Hank headed for the bathroom, carefully making his way through the debris and pooled water on the floor.
The body was terribly burned. “He die in the fire?”
“Coroner’s on his way.”
Hank shined his beam in Johnson’s eyes, and the other man sighed heavily.
“He was shot.”
“Accelerant?”
“The arson dog caught a whiff of something.”
“Anything else interesting?”
Johnson nodded. “A key to a safe deposit box near the body. A ring. No other personal items or identification, though they might have been fuel for the fire. Every car in the lot is accounted for. The room was rented to one Mark Smith. Clerk doesn’t remember him—checked in three days ago.”
“You wouldn’t mind if I came with you to check out that safe deposit box.”
“Of course not, officer.”
~~~
“I swear, he had to be six foot eight. Just massive,” Becky stood up and mimed what looked like King Kong tromping over tiny buildings. “His shoulders barely fit through the door. Biceps like that guy on the Energy Pump commercial.” She flexed her own shapely arms and flung her red hair backwards as she admired her small muscles.
“And so he walks up to me and says, ‘Have dinner with me.’ Just like that. Can you believe the arrogance?”
“I’m guessing you said yes.”
“Heck yeah, I said yes! I practically threw myself at his feet and begged for him to be the father of my children right there in the bar! Then I decided I should wait until after our date just in case he was psychotic.”
“Just in case.”
“Right.” The waiter appeared to refill their drinks.
“And?”
“And, what?”
“Did you go to dinner with him?”
“Gino’s Via Abruzzi.” She smacked her lips.