and icy roads had sent her little Volvo careening off the hill into a tree.
The diamond ring never left the store. Rafe finished out the school year, then joined the Coast Guard. Heâd become a Rescue Swimmer, stayed in the service for the next five years, and aside from his family, had done his best not to let himself get too deeply involved with anyone ever again.
He thought of Scotty, and the tightness in his chest reminded him why he was better off keeping his emotions in check and his heart locked up good and tight.
Rafe parked the Expedition in front of the house. As he glanced over at the front door, his chest clamped down so hard, he could barely breathe.
He knew what Cassie was feeling.
Exactly what Cassie was feeling.
Stepping out of the vehicle, he walked up the sidewalk onto the porch and rang the bell, took a couple of deep breaths while he waited for the door to open.
âRafe.â Lois reached out and took hold of his hand, gave it a gentle squeeze. âThank you so much for coming.â
He just nodded, glad Cassieâs mother was there. âHow is she?â
âA little better. Olivia Chandler stopped by. Sheâs in there with her now.â
Rafe looked over the petite womanâs head, saw Olivia sitting on the sofa next to Cassie. For an instant their eyes met and held. Even with the weight of Scottyâs death pressing like a boulder on his shoulders, he felt a little tug of awareness.
He walked directly to Cassie, crouched in front of where she sat on the sofa, and took hold of both her hands. They were ice-cold and trembling. âIâm really sorry, honey. Scotty was one of the good guys. Weâre all going to miss him.â
The girl just leaned forward, slid her arms around his neck, rested her head on his shoulder, and started to cry. Rafe hung on to her hard, wishing there was something he could say, something he could do.
Knowing there wasnât a single damn thing.
She finally eased away, wiped her eyes as he rose to his feet. âItâll get better, I promise you,â he said. âIt just takes a lot of time.â
She looked into his face and he could tell she understood what he was saying. Understood that heâd felt the same kind of loss and survived it.
âHave you talked to the police since you saw them at the dock?â Olivia asked. âHave they made an arrest?â
âNo word yet. I called Chief Rosen before I came over. He wasnât in, but I left a message. Iâll call again as soon as I leave.â
âTheyâve got to find the killer,â Olivia said with such conviction, Rafe blinked. âPeople get away with murder and it just isnât right.â
Cassie dashed away the tears on her cheeks. âI want to know who killed him, Rafe. I want to know why whoever did it picked Scotty. I want that animal brought to justice.â
âThe police are doing their best. Valdez is a small town. Odds are good theyâll find him.â
âWhat if they donât? I canât stand to think of it. I canât stand to think that Scotty is dead and someone is walking around free, walking around as if killing him means nothing.â
The muscles tightened across Rafeâs shoulders. Heâd had the same thought, kept telling himself to let the authorities do their job. Knew that with every passing hour their chances of finding the killer were growing slimmer.
Before his brother Nick had quit his job last year, heâd been a homicide detective with the Anchorage PD. Which meant Rafe knew more about police work than the average guy and had a brother willing to help in any way he could.
Rafe also knew too many crimes went unsolved.
âWhoever did it isnât going to get away with it,â he said. âIâm not going to let them.â He fixed his gaze on Cassie.
âIf youâre up to answering some questions, maybe we can work together, help the police figure things