Shadow of Death (2 page)

Troy took pride in his family, including his stepdaughter, Corrine, whom Natalie had as a young teen. There was nothing he wouldn't do for any of his children or his wife. After several years, he and Natalie were finally getting a grip on this thing called marriage. The twin addition to their family had required some tough adjustments this past year, but they'd made it! Things had been peaceful between him and Natalie for the last six months or so. Telling her about his craziness with his ex would only upset her and possibly disturb the tranquility of their relationship. Troy believed that it was better to let sleeping dogs lie.

It would b in your best interest 2answer my calls,
her first text had read.

Now a new one came through.
Soon u will wish that u had never ignored me. Consider yourself warned.

She was trying to scare him, he thought, as he deleted the message, refusing to even look Robert's way while also pretending that he didn't feel Robert's eyes boring into him.
It's better to let sleeping dogs lie,
Troy reminded himself. His only concern was that he may not ever be able to get this particular dog to sleep.

“Hey, babe, I'm going to the gym before coming home,” Troy called to say.

“Okay,” Natalie replied, though Troy could hear the disappointment in her voice.

“Don't worry. I'll be home well before you need to leave for your meeting.”

“Who said I was worried?” The lightness in her voice brought a smile to his face. He'd remembered the meeting without a reminder from her. Surely that would somehow work in his favor later tonight. “Are you and the kids coming?”

Robert had texted him earlier and asked the same question. “Naw, I don't feel like it,” Troy stated matter-of-factly. “It's been a long week. I want to kick back and relax when I get home.” He'd skipped going in May and would probably do the same next month when July's meeting came. Robert was too much in his business and avoiding being around him was the only way Troy could think to keep him out. After the April meeting, Robert had followed up with Troy to see if he had handled the situation with her. She hadn't contacted Troy since that night she last texted him at Robert's. As far as Troy knew, everything was fine and he told Robert as much, hoping what he wanted to believe was actually true. Troy still suspected her of being the one who sent anonymous presents to the twins and Nate for their birthdays.

When Ebony and Ean received a package back in March, neither Troy nor Natalie knew who had sent the engraved souvenir baby blankets. Troy assumed that Natalie had traced down the sender, but forgot to ask her about it. It wasn't until Nate received a fifty-dollar gift card to Toys R' Us and a mini remote-controlled car earlier this month that Troy remembered to ask Natalie if she'd found out who'd sent the presents. Both boxes, the one to the twins and to Nate, came with fake addresses, and none of their friends or family admitted to sending the items. Natalie wasn't alarmed. She believed one of their loved ones simply wanted to give without receiving credit for doing so. Troy, however, was a little more suspicious. Perhaps he was being paranoid. How would
she
have even known the kids' birthdays? Then again, he remembered the congratulatory message he'd received from her only moments after the twins had been born last year. Somehow, she was keeping up with the ins and outs of his family's lives. Still, sending presents to his children did not fit with the tone of her last text message to him. He got chills when he thought about it.

“…Consider yourself warned.”

What was that supposed to mean? Was she threatening to harm him? Troy was certain that if he went to one of her superiors about her antics, she would be severely reprimanded; maybe even fired. He didn't want to open a can of worms that may lead to admitting to Natalie all the things he'd neglected to tell her previously. Besides, Cheryl was a forty-six-year-old federal agent. Surely, she would come to her senses and not destroy her entire career by doing something crazy to him because of a relationship they'd had over two decades ago. It didn't make sense. Then again, shows like
Snapped
existed because there were women who killed for reasons logical people would not understand. He wasn't so much concerned about himself as he was his family. What if Cheryl had some crazy fatal attraction to him and tried to take it out on Natalie? The thought alone was enough to send his blood pressure skyrocketing. If Cheryl ever laid a finger on Natalie, he'd…

“Hello!”
His wife's screaming voice sobered him.

“I'm here, babe. I'm sorry. I started thinking about something else.”

“Let me guess…a case, right?”

“Do I detect sarcasm,” he teased. “I'm sorry, for real. What were you saying? Something about putting the kids to bed early and skipping tonight's meeting so you can put me to bed when I get home?”

She laughed. “Not quite. Nate, get that toy from him before he puts it in his mouth, please!” Her instructions had obviously been followed. Troy heard Ean start to wail. His twin sister, Ebony, quickly chimed in. “Honey, I have to go. I'll try to get them bathed and into pajamas before I leave so that'll be one less thing you'll have to do.”

“Thanks, babe. I'll see you in a couple of hours. I love you. Tell Nate we'll play a game together when I get there if he behaves.”

“Okay. I love you, too.”

Perfect timing.
They hung up as he pulled into the gym parking lot.

“Heeyyy, Troy.”
Shay, the ghetto-fabulous evening receptionist, was the first to greet him upon his entering. As usual, Troy nodded, got a locker key, and kept it moving. Shay had a nickname for him and she made it no secret that if he wasn't a married man, she'd snatch him up in a heartbeat, but she, as she put it, “respected his vows.” Still, Troy always kept his interactions with her brief as not to give any indication that he was the least bit interested. He already had one psycho stalker chick he couldn't shake.

Shay could claim she'd snatch him up all she wanted, but she was overlooking one fact—she was not his type! Her hair was dyed an unnatural shade of blonde with red and black tips at the end. She was loud with multicolored fingernails so long that it should be a health and safety violation, and Troy had yet to see Shay wear a pair of earrings that didn't hang to her shoulders. The culmination of Shay's look always included low-cut shirts showing all of her cleavage, proudly displaying the word
“Delicious”
that was tattooed across her breasts.

The woman might actually be cute if it weren't for her exaggerated appearance. Shay was short with brown skin and a tiny indentation on her left cheek when she smiled. She managed to be thick enough to exempt her from the thin category and yet small enough to keep her from being considered fat. Somewhere under the super-shiny lip gloss was an intelligent person. According to Will, Shay had several years of college under her belt until she was forced to drop out for financial reasons.

Shay would tell anyone who'd listen that working at the gym was only temporary until she got her big break. She was an aspiring actress waiting for her chance to come. She'd been pursuing acting for more than a decade and had yet to make it. Troy could certainly see her playing the part of a sistah-girl. She was, by all means, a natural. He had yet to witness the brainy side of her, but he'd take Will's word for it. Will, of all people, would know because he and Shay were friends with benefits and no strings attached. He apparently enjoyed those benefits; Troy could think of no other reason why Shay was working the front desk. It definitely wasn't because of her people skills or professionalism.

After securing his cell phone, keys, and wallet in the locker, Troy headed to the aerobic machines, stopping briefly at the bulletin board as he sometimes did to see if there was anything that piqued his interest. One half of it contained announcements pertaining to the gym; the other half advertised the businesses and services of its members. Every blue moon, Troy would find something that caught his eye. Today, there was nothing. He didn't need a deejay or a landscaper, nor did the adorable picture of newborn puppies compel him to want to bring one home as the flier suggested, so Troy went about his business. When he got to the workout area, he said “what's up” to the familiar faces as he became situated. Occasionally, Troy would run into his neighbor there whenever she was able to find someone to sit with her daughter. Charlie, Fudago, Miriam, and Ted were the only ones present today that he knew by name.

Charlie, who was probably in his late fifties, was known as the old-timer because he seemed to come to the gym more to socialize than anything else. As usual, Charlie was on the treadmill with his baseball cap walking at a pace that was laughable. No matter how long he was on the machine, he never seemed to break a sweat and might as well be standing still.

Fudago was a young dude from the Bahamas with dreads and a Caribbean accent that seemed to become thicker whenever there were attractive ladies around. Fudago and Charlie had a love-hate friendship. They were always comparing themselves to one another—their tattoos and who went through the most pain, their cars and whose cost the most and went the fastest. Troy believed in good-old-fashioned male competiveness, but Charlie and Fudago were nauseating. They would also get into it via playful banter, making jokes about each other's appearances, mamas, and anything else that came to mind. Sometimes they got on each other so badly that Troy expected a fistfight to break out between the two, but things never went that far.

Miriam and Ted were married and quite an odd pair. It wasn't the fact that she was a red-haired white woman and Ted was Asian, it was
everything!
Miriam was a fitness freak without an ounce of fat on her body. Ted, whose name surprised Troy considering his heritage, had his fair share of fat and then some. The two had been married for over a decade and had several children together, but it didn't appear to be a match made in heaven. Ted had only started coming around the gym in the last six months, and it appeared he did so only to keep an eye on Miriam who'd had an affair with Charlie at one point. Troy had seen Miriam and Charlie together before and didn't know she was married until Ted started coming. Troy hadn't a clue what Miriam had seen in Charlie. Despite his slow-paced walking, he had an athletic build for an “old-timer,” but he was admittedly a ladies' man. He joked that his full-time job was as a hustler and his side gig was working as a mechanic. Troy would never understand why some women, including his neighbor, traded common sense to be arm candy for a man with money and a nice ride.

After giving everyone the hello nod and opening the radio app on his iPod Touch, Troy hopped on the elliptical, setting it for forty minutes. The song that was currently playing was fast paced about a guy declaring his feelings for the girl of his dreams. It made Troy think of Natalie. Man, he loved her—every inch of her! From her used-to-be-black-but-now-dyed-golden-brown, shoulder-length hair, to her professionally painted toenails, there was nothing he would change about her. At least nothing physically. At times he wished the good Lord would make some adjustments to that high-maintenance personality she occasionally allowed to get the best of her. He attributed that to her former years as an aspiring model, and perhaps having no siblings along with being the only female grandchild when she was younger. He smiled, thinking about how melodramatic she could be at times. Underneath the prima donna that would sometimes rear her head was the most tender-hearted and loving woman that he'd ever known.

Things were rough between them for a little while after Natalie first had the twins. She'd tried going back to work full time, but the stress of a toddler, two babies, and an eight-hour workday, was too much for her to handle. She'd gotten herself into a situation at her job where she was given the choice to resign or be terminated. She chose the former while resenting Troy for not “being there” like she felt he should have been. He was a homicide detective and his schedule often involved late nights, early mornings, and everything in between. Natalie used to frequently vocalize feeling like a single mother, and it would spark a verbal storm between them.

From the beginning of last summer through the fall, they argued like the Hatfields and McCoys. Troy hadn't been sure that their marriage would survive the hurtful words that had been exchanged by both of them. The root of their issue had been trust. Natalie had trouble fully placing her trust in him to be a financial provider for their family because of her issues about depending on men in the past. He had difficulty trusting her to handle the family's finances; he'd been used to paying his own bills ever since he could do so. He and Natalie had a joint account that they each transferred money into from their paychecks that was used to buy groceries or other things for the house or their family. They'd also maintained separate checking accounts until last fall when they took a leap of faith. They combined everything so that each had access to all the money that came into their household. Natalie was no longer employed and he was the family's sole provider. Their action was symbolic of them surrendering their independence and becoming more interdependent on each other.

It was a scary leap for them both, but things had been going very well these last six or seven months. They were no longer at each other's throats, but had become as carefree as Adam and Eve running around in the Garden of Eden before the fall. Natalie loved being a stay-at-home mom; he enjoyed bringing home the bacon and letting her distribute it. It took the birth of their twins and the situation at her job to get them to this place. Perhaps the Lord does work in mysterious ways, Troy thought to himself, wondering if that saying was actually scripture or something someone had made up.