Double Cross

“Someone has cut the fuel line,” Ryan announced, his voice echoing in the still air.

He took out his cell phone. No signal alert. He ground his teeth in frustration.

“Kiki, can you see if you have a signal?” He turned to find her staring transfixed at the car. The terrified expression on her lovely face sent concern arcing through him. He rushed to her side. “Kiki?”

“Would it have blown up if I’d started it?” she asked, her voice wobbly.

“Not likely. Whoever did this would have known there was no way we’d get in with the smell of fuel so strong.”

“But if we hadn’t smelled the fumes?” she insisted.

“Still unlikely, unless…”

“Unless?”

He shrugged. “Unless there was more tampering.”

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TERRI REED

At an early age Terri Reed discovered the wonderful world of fiction and declared she would one day write a book. Now she is fulfilling that dream and enjoys writing for Steeple Hill Books. Her second book, A Sheltering Love, was a 2006 RITA® Award finalist and a 2005 National Reader’s Choice Award finalist. Her book Strictly Confidential, book five of the FAITH AT THE CROSSROADS continuity series, took third place for the 2007 American Christian Fiction Writers Book of the Year Award. She is an active member of both Romance Writers of America and American Christian Fiction Writers. She resides in the Pacific Northwest with her college-sweetheart husband, two wonderful children and an array of critters. When not writing, she enjoys spending time with her family and friends, gardening and playing with her dogs.

You can write to Terri at P.O. Box 19555 Portland, OR 97280 or visit her on the Web at www.loveinspiredauthors.com or leave comments on her blog at ladiesofsuspense.blogspot.com.

Terri Reed

Double Cross

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous! Do not tremble or be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.

—Joshua 1:9

To my family: without your love and support

I’d be a basket case.

To Leah and Melissa: as always,

you pick me up when I fall down. Thanks!

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

EPILOGUE

QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION

ONE

An explosion shattered the peaceful serenity of the Maui countryside. Unseen projectiles ripped through palm trees, mangling fronds and scattering birds from their nests. Dirt and smoke filled the sky, momentarily blocking out the sun.

The sudden impact of something weighty rammed into Kiki Brill’s back, cutting off her scream. She plummeted forward onto the hard-packed earth, scraping her knees and elbows.

Heaviness smothered her, trapping her flat against the ground and knocking the breath from her lungs in a whoosh.

Panic shot through her brain in a fireworks display of red and white. She struggled against the bulky weight, clawing at the dirt, trying to breathe, to gain some leverage to get out from beneath whatever had landed on her.

Desperation labored in her lungs. The stench of fertilizer overwhelmed her senses.

“Hey, watch it!” a male voice close to her ear shouted.

Fresh panic tore a path through her mind and pumped adrenaline in her veins. She twisted and bucked, needing to free herself of the man atop her.

A momentary easing of the man’s weight renewed her efforts. She kicked and pushed, managing to scramble away.

She jumped to her feet ready to bolt, but as her gaze landed on the man, her heart stalled and cemented her to the spot. What?

Ryan McClain, his richly made business suit covered in dirt and fertilizer, sat on his backside on the path leading to the greenhouse. Muck caked his dark hair and his turbulent, mocha-colored eyes stared at her with a mixture of panic and bewilderment.

She forced a breath in and coughed, spitting out dusty gunk that matched the floating bits in the air.

Her mind tried to make sense of what had happened. Something had exploded. Ryan McClain was sitting at her feet. Innately she knew he’d used his body to shield her, protecting her from the blast.

Fear gripped her in a tight vise. Tutu?

Her gaze jerked to the main house, just past the greenhouse where she’d been headed. The thatched roof and clapboard-sided structure still stood, looking undamaged.

“Tutu!” she yelled anyway, and ran for the front door, aware of Ryan vaulting to his feet and running behind her.

Grandmother Kaapa stood on the porch, her dark eyes wide with panic, but otherwise she seemed unhurt. Even at barely five feet tall, Lana Kaapa had a commanding presence.

Lana’s long, dark, gray-streaked hair was gathered into a loose bun, and a hibiscus blossom rested at her ear. Her blue-and-white floral housedress reached her ankles and revealed the ballerina-style slippers Kiki had brought her from Philadelphia.

Kiki launched herself into her grandmother’s arms.

“You’re okay?” Kiki gasped, panting in terror.

“Yes, dear.” Tutu pulled Kiki back to inspect her. Tears gathered in her eyes. “Are you hurt?”

Kiki shook her head as relief spread through her system, but the panic and fear wouldn’t release their grip. “What happened?”

Tutu shook her head, anxiety clouding her eyes. “I don’t know. I was resting and I heard a loud bang. I came out to see this.” She gestured with her hand toward the small grassy yard and beyond to the crops of plant life, which stretched to the cliffs that kept the Kaapa Flower farm in business.

Kiki turned to look and sucked in a sharp breath. A dark layer of grime coated everything—the swaying Tahitian ginger plants, the various colored proteas, the sunny cup of gold blossoms and all the other plants. Even the porch was dusted with gunk. She could feel the filth on her own skin through the cotton of her T-shirt and her green board shorts. Could see it floating in the air.

Then her gaze landed on Ryan at the foot of the stairs, his expression concerned as he stared back at her. The memory of what he’d done hit her smack in the middle. He’d used his body to shield her from the explosion.

Kiki turned to her grandmother. “Call the police, please, Tutu.”

Looking dazed with worry, Tutu nodded and headed back inside.

Facing Ryan, Kiki said, “Thank you.” She suddenly felt self-conscious as she descended the porch steps. She could only assume she looked as filthy as he did. His navy pinstriped suit was ruined and his once-shiny black shoes would need more than just a polish. “Do you know what happened?”

His troubled brown gaze met hers. “I just got here. Saw you, headed over to talk to you, and as I closed in something went ka-boom.”

Something? Her gaze searched for the origin of the explosion. She walked down the path toward where the company trucks were parked. “My fertilizer truck!”

Ryan joined her on the path. “It was your fertilizer truck. I’d say that’s what we have all over us.”

Slanting him a sideways glance, her lip curled upward. “You think?”

He grinned. That same drop-dead grin that he’d used on her the first time he’d come to the flower farm five months ago to try to buy her out. Only now that smile held more charm and appeal, even coated with flecks of dirt.

He’d protected her, putting his own life in jeopardy.

Her heart did a double Dutch jump. But then a thought occurred to her. She narrowed her gaze. Had he blown up her truck? Distrust wound itself around her in a choking grip.

The squeal of sirens filled the air, distracting her. Two police cars sped up the dirt drive that ran alongside the fenced-in crop of indigenous and exotic flowers, a cloud of dust billowing in their wake.

She turned on her bare heel and walked back toward to the front yard. Tutu was already waiting to greet the officers. Two men stepped out of each car.

“The explosion came from the fertilizer truck,” Kiki yelled and pointed the way.

While three of the officers headed in the direction of the smoldering remains of the fertilizer truck, one man came straight to Tutu. Nikolao Abiko, Kiki’s kalabash-cousin, the Hawaiian term for close as a cousin but not by blood.

Tall, handsome and very much Hawaiian, Nikolao had been around Kiki her whole life. Seeing him here in an official capacity in his navy uniform with its yellow patches didn’t feel right, wasn’t normal.

But nothing about this day was normal.

She swung around to tell Ryan he should go and rammed smack into him. His warm breath fanned over her cheek.

“Hey.” She gestured with her hands. “Have you never heard of personal space?”

His dark eyes flashed with humor as he stepped back. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to intrude inside your bubble.”

She approached Tutu and Nik in the driveway with Ryan on her heels.

Surprise and recognition showed in Tutu’s eyes. “Ryan McClain, I thought that was you. By the looks of it, you’ve been here for a while.”

Ryan smiled wryly. “Yes. For a bit.”

Ryan took Tutu’s fragile hand. Even after years of sun and despite her own natural darker Hawaiian skin tone, the blue veins beneath her thinning skin could be seen.

He brought her hand to his mouth and placed a kiss on her knuckles. “How are you, Auntie Lana?”

Using the traditional title of Auntie for someone older than one’s self showed respect in the Hawaiian culture. Kiki was impressed, even though she didn’t want to be. He at least hadn’t come to the island thumbing his nose at their customs.

Kiki rolled her eyes as her grandmother’s smile widened.

“Gotta love a man with classy manners,” Tutu commented, her worried dark eyes showing appreciation.

Kiki would give him the manners, but his charm could only be calculated and didn’t fool her for a moment. No man that suave could be sincere.

Tutu made the introduction to Nik. “Ryan McClain, this is Officer Nik Abiko.”

As Ryan’s gaze turned to Nik, the charm receded, and in its place was a shrewder look that matched the one in Nik’s eyes. “Officer.” Ryan put out his hand.

The men shook hands. “McClain. I have to ask what you are doing here,” Nik said.

“Mr. McClain was just leaving,” Kiki interjected. No way did she want Ryan to explain the purpose of his visit with Tutu standing there, because he undoubtedly had come back to take another run at buying their land. And Kiki had no intention of letting her heritage go.

Nik shot Kiki a hard look. “No one leaves until we know how and why the truck blew up.”

Knowing there was no way around Ryan answering Nik’s questions, Kiki took Lana’s hand. “Let’s go back inside, Tutu, and let Nik do his job.”

Tutu squeezed her hand. “I know why Ryan is here, dear.”

Kiki sighed. Of course Tutu knew. Why else would McClain have come back other than to try to buy the farm from them?

Nik arched an eyebrow. “Care to enlighten me?”

“I represent a developer and a group of investors who would like to purchase the land from the Kaapa family,” Ryan explained, and handed Nik a business card.

“We are not selling,” Kiki stated for everyone to hear, while she stared hard at Ryan, willing him to back off. She didn’t want to upset Tutu any further; she’d had enough trauma for one day.

Nik slanted Kiki a glance full of censure as he took the card and stared at it for a moment before pocketing it. “So your visit here is purely business?”

“For the most part. I do hope to present Mrs. Kaapa with a new offer to buy her property, but I also hope to learn to bodysurf,” Ryan said, his mocha-colored eyes full of determination.

Kiki groaned inwardly. Great. The sweet-talking charmer was bent on convincing her grandmother to sell. Well, Kiki wouldn’t let him.

“Is that your rental parked over there?” Nik asked, drawing Ryan’s attention away.

Kiki glanced at the white, or rather the once-white, Mustang convertible parked beneath a tree. She hadn’t noticed it before in all the confusion.

“Yes,” Ryan confirmed.

Another officer came running up. “Hey, Nik, looks like a homemade pipe bomb.”

“Have you called the forensic team?”

“They’re on their way,” he replied, before heading back to where the other two officers were waiting.

“How long before the explosion did you arrive?” Nik asked, his voice intense.

“Just a few minutes. I’d seen Kiki walking toward the greenhouse. I’d almost caught up to her when the truck blew.”

“Did you see anyone else around?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“On the highway?”

Ryan’s eyebrows drew together in a concerned frown. “I passed a nondescript brown sedan, but I didn’t see where the car had come from or get a good look at the driver.”

Nik addressed Kiki and her grandmother. “Do either of you know why someone would want to blow up your truck?”

Kiki hated to even think the thought that ran through her head much less say it, but she had to. “I had to lay off ten workers yesterday. And at three today I told everyone else to take the rest of the afternoon off.”

Nik’s dark eyes were grim. “That might be reason enough. I’ll need a list of names and numbers of the laid-off employees. In fact, why don’t you give me a list of all the employees. Maybe someone saw something before they left.”

Kiki nodded, her gut clenching. She’d tried to make it clear to the employees she’d laid off that the decision had been purely business and not personal. She hadn’t wanted to lay anyone off, but the farm wasn’t doing as well this season.

Last week a goat had managed to get into the crop and destroy thousands of dollars worth of plants. Then the electricity in the greenhouse went on the fritz and they’d lost some very rare species of orchids.

A bright yellow Jeep screamed up the drive and halted with squealing tires and a cloud of dust.

“Uh-oh, Pa-no,” Kiki remarked, using her childhood refrain as she watched her cousin jump out of his vehicle and hustle his bulky frame toward them. When he got close enough, she subtly sniffed him. Thankfully, today he was sober.

“What happened?” Pano demanded as he stopped beside Nik.

Nik explained.

Pano’s dark eyes widened. “Good thing no one was hurt.” Taking his grandmother’s hands in his, he asked, “Tutu, are you sure you’re not hurt? I came the minute I heard. Is there anything I can do?”

Lana’s soft smile was full of love for her grandson. “No, dear. The police are doing what they can. I’m grateful you came, though.”

Pano’s gaze shifted to Ryan. “Hey, aren’t you the guy who was here last spring, wanting to buy this place?”

“Yes,” Ryan answered.

Pano’s gaze narrowed. “Did you do this?”

That was the same question Kiki had considered. She watched Ryan closely as he shook his head, his gaze direct and honest.

“No, I didn’t. But I can see how this doesn’t look good for me.” Ryan turned to address Nik. “I’ll cooperate fully in your investigation. I have nothing to hide.”

Nik nodded his thanks. “That’s appreciated. I’ll have more questions I’m sure.”

“Why don’t you ask him about the deal the neighbors have?” Pano suggested to Nik, his gaze hard on Ryan.

Kiki flitted a glance at Ryan as wariness twisted in her gut. Deal?

“The neighbors on both sides of the property want to sell, but the deal won’t go through unless the investors I represent have this land, as well,” Ryan explained.

Anger shot through Kiki. Had one of her neighbors done this? “The neighbors are just going to have to live with disappointment.”

“When did you make this deal with the neighbors?” Nik asked.

“We’ve been in negotiations since last May,” Ryan responded.

Kiki blinked as disbelief swept through her.

He’d been talking to their neighbors even after she’d told him they wouldn’t sell?

Now Mr. Laanui’s comment at the grocery store last month made sense. The old man had cornered her in the produce section. “You’re standing in the way,” he’d stated in English, his black eyes cold.

She’d assumed he meant she was in his way with her cart, but now she wasn’t so sure. Could he have blown up her truck? Or had one of the other neighbors?

“Pano, I’m sure Ryan had nothing to do with this,” Tutu stated firmly. “He is a guest on the island and would like to learn to bodysurf. Why don’t you take him tomorrow?” Tutu suggested, though judging by the forceful look in her dark eyes she expected Pano to do as she asked.

For a moment, Kiki didn’t think Pano would comply. But then he relented and nodded.

“Sure. You up for that?” Pano asked Ryan.

Ryan gave Pano a thumbs-up sign. Kiki’s teeth clenched. The last thing she needed was Ryan and Pano buddying up, giving Ryan an opportunity to convince Pano to advocate the sale of the land. She wasn’t sure where Pano stood on the issue. He’d never taken much of an interest in the business, even though he’d grown up on the farm. He’d moved out as soon as he could and now lived in a beachside apartment complex in Kihei.

A shrill ringing filled the air.

“I’ll get it,” said Tutu. She hurried toward the house.

At the questioning looks of the men, Kiki explained, “We have the phone set up on a loudspeaker system so we can hear it if we’re in the field or the greenhouse.”

“You’d definitely be able to hear that,” quipped Ryan.

“Where are you staying, McClain?” Pano asked.

“The Mana Kai.”

Nik nodded. “If I have any more questions for you, I’ll know where to find you.”

“Kiki!” Tutu called from the doorway.

“Excuse me.” Kiki left the three men talking and hurried to the house, careful not to brush against the floral couch. Tutu sat in a cane-back chair at the dining table, the phone sitting on the table. There was a strange expression on Tutu’s face.

“What’s wrong?” Kiki asked, concern running cold in her veins.

Tutu gestured to the phone. “Your father is on the line.”

Kiki picked it up. “Daddy?”

“Hi, sweetheart. There’s an issue that you need to know about. An ex-con named Jeff Tolar, who was released six months ago, has vowed revenge on your grandfather for putting him away.”

Distress tightened Kiki’s lungs. She pulled out a chair and sat next to Tutu. Tutu wrapped her hand around Kiki’s free hand.

“What did Grandfather put him away for?”

“Second-degree murder. During a convenience-store robbery, the store clerk tried to stop Tolar. He shot and killed the clerk during the ensuing struggle. Tolar claimed he’d never intended to hurt anyone. Your grandfather gave the guy the max. But he got out early on a technicality. Earlier this week, your grandfather’s office was ransacked and the only thing missing was his photo of the grandkids.”

Kiki knew immediately which picture he referred to. At Christmas four years ago, all the grandkids had posed in front of the old white oak tree outside of her grandparents’ home. It had been the first time in years that the six of them had all been together for the holiday. The picture had sat on her grandfather’s sideboard in his judge’s chambers ever since.

There’d been threats made on the family over the years, even a few attempts directly made on her grandfather’s life. Most judges received them at one time or another. Whenever a threat was made, the whole family went on alert. “You’ll keep Mother safe?”

“Of course. We all have protection here.”

“How’s Grandfather taking this?” Kiki asked, picturing in her mind the tough judge whose gruff voice and craggy face had frightened Kiki as a child.

“In stride. But he’s getting on in years and is thinking about retiring.”

Kiki didn’t have any strong feelings one way or another about her grandfather’s retirement. She’d never been close to her father’s parents even though she’d grown up near them in Philadelphia. “Please give everyone my love and tell them I’ll be praying for them.”

“I will. But Kiki, you have to be careful, okay?”

“It’s highly unlikely this Jeff Tolar guy is going to come to the island looking for me.”

“The police think otherwise. Promise me if any strangers come around, you’ll contact the police and me ASAP.”

Kiki frowned as the events of the day played out in her head. Surely one didn’t have anything to do with the other. Did it?

Her father’s words replayed in her head. An ex-con released six months ago. About the time that Ryan had first shown up. Coincidence? Or was there something more sinister about his appearance at the Kaapa farm?

The hair at the nape of her neck shimmied with awareness. She knew before she even turned her gaze that she’d find Ryan standing in the doorway, filling the frame with his presence.

And blocking the only escape.

TWO

Turning her face away from Ryan and lowering her voice, Kiki said, “There has been a stranger here wanting to buy the farm.”

“Give me his name and I’ll have the FBI run a check on him,” Hunter said, his voice echoing her anxiety.

As a well-respected lawyer in his own right, Hunter had connections in all areas of law enforcement. Kiki gave him the information, aware that Tutu had moved to talk quietly with Ryan.

“Also, Daddy, someone blew up the fertilizer truck today. The police said it was a homemade pipe bomb.”

“Kiki, you and Lana come to Philly immediately,” he demanded, his voice hard and laced with worry.

“No, Daddy,” Kiki replied with a good dose of stubbornness. They’d been down this road several times over the last year. Her parents thought she was wasting her talents on a business that had never really seen great success. Kiki’s mother wanted Lana to sell and move to Philadelphia to live with them. And she’d been very upset about Kiki’s decision to move to Maui. Kiki didn’t understand how her mother could turn her back on her heritage, a thing Kiki could never do. Not even an explosion could make her go back to Philadelphia and the life she’d had there.

“At least until all this unpleasantness is settled,” he insisted.

“No,” she repeated. If there was danger here on the island, she’d rather trust the Maui police to protect her and Tutu than go back to Philly and subject herself and Tutu to her father’s family.

There was a moment of silence. Kiki could picture the frustrated tick in her father’s hard jaw.

“I’ll check on this McClain fellow and get back to you. Until then don’t let him in the house,” he finally said.

It’s a little late for that, Kiki thought as she watched her grandmother hand Ryan a glass of water. “Hurry.”

“Be very careful.”

“I will.” Kiki hung up and faced Ryan. He looked ridiculously handsome, despite the flecks of fertilizer clinging to his suit, and nothing like a hardened criminal. But one could never tell. “Is Nik still outside?”