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  We drank the rest of our first beer in silence, then we changed the topic to work. I left about an hour later feeling angry with Nate, for calling attention to a flaw in my marriage. And angry with myself for not having the self-awareness to notice such a fatal fault.

  I wasn’t at all surprised when Laurel answered the phone after the first ring. She could run away to her mother’s house and play the part of the spurned wife, but I was in her blood, in every cell of her marrow. If she wanted to play a little game of cat and mouse, I’d play along, for now.

  “Jack.” The volume of her whisper was multiplied by the sound system in my truck. “Why are you whispering?”

  She sighed. “I don’t know, because I want to. Why does it matter?”

  “You’re my wife. Are you not at your mom’s house?”

  “Excuse me? Are you accusing me of something? Is this what you called me for? To make sure I’m behaving like a good little wife?”

  I shook my head as I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. “Look, I don’t want to argue with you. I just want you to know that this marriage is far from over.”

  “What is that, some kind of veiled threat? Are you drunk?”

  “No, I’m not drunk. And, no, it’s not a fucking threat. It’s a promise. And here’s another one: I promise…” I clenched my jaw, hardly able to believe what I was about to say. “I promise I’ll go to couple’s counseling. None of that one-on-one shit. And… and if that goes well, I promise we can start trying for another baby.”

  I had never been a quitter, giving up on my marriage was sure as hell not the right time to start being one.

  She was silent for a moment. “Are you being serious?”

  “Laurel, divorce is a pretty serious subject, and there is no way I’m letting it get to that point. So yes, I am dead serious right now.”

  More silence, then she let out a soft breath that made me ache for her. “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “For loving me enough to try.”

  I drew in a long, shaky breath. “Just come home. I swear to God I won’t break my promise. Just come home so we can do this together.”

  She sniffed loudly. “I can’t,” she replied, her voice thick with anguish. “You’ve broken too many promises for me to take you at your word.”

  “Fuck,” I whispered under my breath, wishing I could disagree with her. “I slept like a baby last night,” I said, rounding out the hard edges in my voice. “I’ve missed sleeping with you.”

  I waited for her to say something like, “Well, you could have been sleeping with me if you weren’t spending your nights on websleuths.com.” Of course, Laurel surprised me again.

  “But you hate my cold feet,” she teased me.

  I smiled. “Believe it or not, I’ve missed your ice-cold feet stealing my warmth.”

  “I don’t steal your warmth,” she protested. “It’s not my fault you have an unlimited supply. You’re like the sun.”

  “Are you saying I’m a ball of fiery hot gas?”

  She laughed. “Yes. You’re a walking talking unlimited supply of hot gas, which I will continue to steal until the day I die.”

  “You can’t steal something that’s given knowingly and generously.”

  She snorted. “Oh, Lord. So you’re like Mother Teresa for the cold people of the world?”

  “Not the whole world, pixie. Just you.” This silenced her again, so I figured that would be a good time to say goodbye. “Get some rest, baby. I’ll call you later.”

  She sniffed again, and I wished I could take her in my arms and soak up her tears. “Okay,” she whispered.

  “I love you more than you can imagine,” I said.

  “I can’t imagine loving anyone more,” she replied.

  I gritted my teeth to hold back tears as I hit the button to end the call, but the Bluetooth function took a couple of seconds to respond. A soft whimper echoed through the speakers right before the call disappeared.

  I considered calling her back, to talk to her until she stopped crying, but I decided to let it be. This was our reality now.

  With Laurel an hour away, I couldn’t be there for her the way I wanted or the way she needed. This separation was the consequence of our actions — and inaction. If it didn’t hurt, it would mean there was nothing left to fight for.

  I just hoped the one-two punch of the separation followed by the new developments in the murder case didn’t spell the beginning of the end for us.

  Part 2

  DIGGING DEEP

  “Maybe you are searching among the branches for what only appears in roots.”

  - Rumi

  Chapter 10

  Laurel

  I woke from my first night alone with a bit of an emotional hangover. I recognized the symptoms well, since this had been a common occurrence over the past two years: headache, puffy eyelids, sore neck and shoulder muscles, an empty feeling in the pit of my belly, as if my insides had been scraped out.

  I had to keep myself busy in the garden today.

  I’d used the grocery shopping and unpacking and brunch with Drea as excuses to put off the yard work yesterday, as I had been doing for the past two years. Jack had offered to hire someone to take care of my mother’s garden almost immediately after her death, but I couldn’t bear the idea of a stranger ruining her decades of hard work. If anyone was going to kill what remained of my mother’s legacy, it would be me.

  My first order of the day would be to meet my neighbors. I had thought ahead yesterday and picked up the ingredients for my mom’s famous chocolate chip cookie recipe, which was really just the New York Times recipe with less sugar, melted instead of softened butter, and a teaspoon of espresso powder added.

  With my plate of cookies in hand, I crossed the street and knocked on the door of the elderly woman I’d seen yesterday, who I was pretty sure had moved in after I left for college. She answered the door much quicker than I anticipated, and with a great beaming smile.

  “Good morning! My name is Laurel. I don’t know if you remember me. My mom—” I coughed to tried to clear the lump in my throat. “My mom passed away a couple of years ago and I’ve moved in to her house across the street. I just wanted to come by and introduce myself and bring you some goodies. Do you like chocolate chip cookies?”

  Though her shoulders were rounded, probably from the weight of her bosom, she still looked quite sturdy for someone who appeared to be at least seventy years old.

  She stared at the plate of cookies in my hands. “Oh, I love chocolate chip cookies, but I’m not allowed to eat them anymore. Dang diabetes.” She looked up at me with a curious expression. “I’m Edna. I do remember seeing you visit Beth a few times. Tragic what happened to her and your boy.”

  I blinked as I tried to quell a surge of emotion. “Thank you. I’m sorry you can’t have any of the cookies. I’ll try and make something healthier next time.”

  She smiled and glanced at the plate again. “Well, I suppose one cookie can’t hurt. My husband Pat isn’t around to chastise me anymore.”

  Though I didn’t think it was a good idea, I lifted the plastic wrap on the plate and let her take one.

  “Please feel free to stop by if you need anything at all,” I said, taking a step back.

  Her smile faded slightly. “You should know, sweetie, that there’s been a lot of property theft in the area. Mostly cars and bikes, and pretty much anything left outside. You might want to start parking that nice car of yours in the garage. Just a thought.”

  I tried to hide my inner panic, but the crinkle in her brow told me I was doing a bad job. “Thank you for the information. That’s… very helpful.”

  She nodded as she watched me carefully. “Of course. I’m sure you have nothing to worry about. Your husband will probably know all about that stuff.”

  “Actually, my husband and I are sort of engaged in a trial separation. It’s… been a rough couple of years. We’re just taking some time to hit pause and re
boot.”

  Her smile returned. “Sounds like a smart thing to do. I’m sure your mother would be very proud.”

  “Thank you.”

  I took a few deep breaths as I crossed the street, attempting to collect myself before I arrived at my surly neighbor’s house. Lifting the metal latch on the iron garden gate, I thought of Trudy as I cleared my throat and rehearsed my introduction in my head. I closed the gate behind me, but when I turned back toward the house I screamed at the sight of a large German shepherd leaping toward me.

  The dog’s enormous paws landed on my shoulders and I dropped my plate of cookies and fell backward against the gate. My heart hammered against my chest as I braced myself for a vicious attack. But as I raised my hands to attempt to fend the dog off, it licked my face a few times, then pushed off me and began eating the cookies I’d dropped.

  “Boomer! Come!” a voice boomed.

  I clutched my chest as I looked up to find my surly neighbor approaching as the dog ran toward him. “Oh, my God,” I said, breathless from the encounter.

  “I’m sorry about that,” the guy said, in a smooth, regional accent I couldn’t quite place. “He’s usually very well mannered, but he has a weakness for cookies and pretty girls.”

  I attempted to catch my breath as I knelt to pick up the pieces of broken plate and crumbled cookies. “I’m sorry for the mess.”

  He chuckled. “You’re apologizing to me?” he said, kneeling next to me.

  I looked up, surprised to find his face just inches from mine. The irises of his eyes were an explosion of color, a swirling mix of hazel, green, and gold. From this close, I could see that what I had mistaken for surliness might have been a wicked glint of mischief.

  “I was just trying to bring you some cookies. I’m…” I swallowed hard and quickly stood up again. “I’ll go get a broom to clean this up. Sorry.”

  He stood up and looked me in the eye. “You’ll do no such thing. It’s Boomer’s fault. I’ll clean it up.”

  I smiled. “Thanks. I was just coming to introduce myself and compliment you on your beautiful garden. I… I was hoping you could recommend a garden supply store around here. Hopefully with low prices and knowledgeable employees. I’m restoring my mom’s garden and I’m pretty much clueless and broke.”

  His expression became serious as he squinted at me. “Are you Beth’s daughter?”

  My heart began to race again. “You knew my mom?”

  He nodded slowly as he seemed to be lost in thought for a brief moment. “Yeah, I knew your mom a little. She’s the reason my garden looks the way it does. She taught me a lot.”

  “Really?” I said, my eyes stinging with the threat of tears.

  “Yeah, she was pretty damn amazing,” he replied, his gaze moving down the length of my body and returning to my face.

  I glanced at my hand, hoping he would follow the direction of my gaze and notice the wedding band on my finger, but it was gone. I’d left it on the dining table when I left Jack.

  I looked up at him. “I’m… married. Well, separated, but still married… for now.” Tacking on the words “for now” at the end of that sentence made me physically ill.

  He nodded again. “Well, I don’t know whether to say congratulations or I’m sorry to hear that. Either way, it’s good information to have. I thank you for passing it on. So you want some garden supply suggestions?”

  I sighed with relief. “Yes, please.”

  “There’s a place on Burnside called Sunny’s Garden Depot. It’s pretty old and looks kind of rundown, but the folks who work there know their stuff. They can set you up with everything you need at a reasonable price. And they won’t try to upsell you.”

  He was all business now, not cold but there was a definite shift in his approach.

  “Thanks. That’s very helpful.”

  His smile returned. “My pleasure. Feel free to holler at me if you need anything else.”

  I nodded. “Thanks. Same to you.” As I started to leave, I turned around. “I didn’t get your name. I’m Laurel, by the way.”

  “Nice to meet you, Laurel. I’m Isaac.”

  When I arrived at Sunny’s Garden Depot, I was surprised to find only one other vehicle in the customer parking lot. No wonder Isaac said the place was a bit rundown, with the gray paint peeling off the eaves and the windows that looked like they’d been scrubbed too many times with abrasive materials.

  I was even more surprised to see a “Now Hiring” sign in the window. The store was completely devoid of humans when I stepped inside. Not a soul to be seen behind the cashier’s counter or wandering the aisles of potted plants and flowers.

  The cool air in the store smelled like my childhood: the sandy odor of wet concrete, the sharp, verdant smell of leaves mixed with the earthy aroma of decaying mulch. And all of those wrapped in the sweet scent of thousands of blossoming flowers. It felt like home.

  I walked around a bit, wandering into the greenhouse area, passing rows of annual containers and potted fruit trees, finally reaching the back of the greenhouse, where a woman who appeared to be in her late-forties and a young man in his twenties were sweeping up what looked to be large shards of broken clay pots.

  “Oh, hello. Was there something I could help you with?” the woman said, pushing a stray piece of auburn hair out of her face with the back of her wrist.

  “Yes, I was hoping to chat with someone about my garden. Well, my mother’s garden. I’m trying to restore it and I think I’m going to need a lot of supplies. My neighbor recommended you guys,” I replied.

  After a brief silence, the young man with the perfectly styled dark-blond hair and hipster glasses replied. “I can take this one, Mom.”

  The woman smiled at me and nodded at the guy as she went back to sweeping up the mess.

  “I’m Dylan,” the guy said as we made our way back toward the front of the store.

  “Laurel,” I replied. “Nice to meet you.”

  “So you said your neighbor recommended us. What’s her name?”

  “His name is Isaac. I’m sorry I didn’t get his last name.”

  Dylan smiled. “That’s okay. I know Isaac’s not much of a talker. He did three tours in the Middle East.”

  “Dylan, don’t go telling other people’s business,” his mother called out to him from at least twenty feet away.

  Dylan shook his head as we rounded the corner into the main shop area.

  “Actually, Isaac didn’t seem like the quiet type at all. Maybe we’re talking about different people.”

  Dylan shrugged. “Does the Isaac you’re talking about have tattoos and a man-bun?”

  I scrunched my eyebrows. “Yeah, that’s him. That’s weird. He didn’t seem quiet when I talked to him.”

  Dylan led me into an aisle lined on one side with books about gardening. “Guess he must have liked you,” he said, turning toward the shelves. “Now, what kind of garden are you looking to plant? Flower garden? Succulents? Permaculture?”

  I stared at him as my brain began to work overtime. I wanted to ask him what permaculture was, then I glanced over my shoulder at the “Now Hiring” sign. Maybe I could pretend I knew what Dylan was saying and I might have a chance at taking care of the whole job thing right now.

  “Are you guys still hiring?” I asked, nodding toward the sign in the window.

  He glanced down at my body. “Oh, yeah, but I don’t think you’d want to work here. It’s really labor intensive.”

  I laughed. “Is that your way of saying I’m too scrawny?”

  He shook his head adamantly. “No, I swear that’s not what I meant.”

  I waved off his apology. “It’s fine. I understand I’m not going to be winning any bikini contests any time soon.”

  He winced at my reply. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean it that way.” He stared at me for a while, an awkward silence wedged between us. “Hey, I think you’ll do just fine. I mean, I’ll have to talk to my mom about it, but I’m sure she’ll agree
.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He looked confused. “You said you wanted a job, right?”

  My eyebrows shot up. “You mean, you’re offering me the job? Just like that?”

  “Well, not yet. You’ll have to fill out the application and I’ll talk to my mom about it, but I’m sure she’ll go along with it. We’re just looking for someone to cover my morning shifts.”

  After filling out an application and sitting down for a very brief interview with Dylan’s mother Vera in the back office, which also doubled as the breakroom, I was offered a cashier position making a whopping sixteen dollars an hour.

  Dylan delivered the good news to me in the breakroom with a huge smile that showed off his brilliant pearly-white teeth. “You can start next Monday. My mom said you’ll work the morning shift, eight a.m. to noon, Monday through Thursday. Nine a.m. every other Saturday.”

  I blinked in confusion. “Really?”

  He chuckled. “Really. My mom called Isaac and he gave you an excellent reference.”

  I tried not to look utterly shocked, as if this was totally expected. “Great. So I guess I’ll see you at eight a.m. on Monday?”

  He laughed. “Well, you still need to get some supplies, don’t you?”

  I laughed nervously. “Right. Can’t believe I forgot that.”

  “So why did you move here from Hood River? Nothing to do out there?” he asked as he grabbed a shopping cart and began leading me toward the section with the gardening gloves.

  I picked out a purple pair of gloves and tossed them in the cart. “My husband and I are separated right now, so I moved into my mom’s house.”

  “Oh, sorry to hear that. So that’s why you need a job?”

  “Yeah, and I don’t think my husband is going to be too happy when he finds out.”

  He laughed. “Why would he be mad that you got a job? Are you rich?”