Tommy's Mom

  He felt his heart begin to race, even as he reached for her

  She didn’t resist as he took her into his arms. His lips touched hers, gently at first. So gently that he felt both unsatisfied and tantalized by the sweet and seductive taste of Holly. With a soft moan of frustration, he pulled her closer. Tightly against him. Deepened the kiss. Waited for her to resist, to pull away, tell him to get lost.

  But she didn’t. Instead, he heard a soft sound of surrender and need as she pressed herself against him.

  His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting her. Wanting to taste her more, all over.

  Gabe pressed against her, felt her respond by a low moan that made him even crazier. She didn’t pull away and didn’t seem to want to.

  Did that mean she desired him as much as he desired her?

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  TOMMY’S MOM

  LINDA O. JOHNSTON

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Linda O. Johnston’s first published fiction appeared in Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine and won the Robert L. Fish Memorial Award for Best First Mystery Short Story of the Year. Now, several published short stories and novels later, Linda is recognized for her outstanding work in the romance genre.

  A practicing attorney, Linda juggles her busy schedule between mornings of writing briefs, contracts and other legalese, and afternoons of creating memorable tales of paranormal, time travel, mystery, contemporary and romantic suspense. Armed with an undergraduate degree in journalism with an advertising emphasis from Pennsylvania State University, Linda began her versatile writing career running a small newspaper, then working in advertising and public relations, and later obtained her J.D. degree from Duquesne University School of Law in Pittsburgh.

  Linda belongs to Sisters in Crime and is actively involved with Romance Writers of America, participating in the Los Angeles, Orange County and western Pennsylvania chapters. She lives near Universal Studios, Hollywood, with her husband, two sons and two cavalier King Charles spaniels.

  Books by Linda O. Johnston

  HARLEQUIN INTRIGUE

  592—ALIAS MOMMY

  624—MARRIAGE: CLASSIFIED

  655—OPERATION: REUNITED

  688—TOMMY’S MOM

  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  Holly Poston—Daughter of one cop and widow of another, she will do anything to keep her young son safe, while vowing never to get involved with another law enforcement officer.

  Gabe McLaren—The newly hired chief of police has a covert reason for taking the job. He learned the hard way that the relatives of all cops should be treated like family.

  Tommy Poston—Holly’s four-year-old son was in the next room when his daddy was killed. Why won’t he speak about what happened?

  Thomas Poston—Holly’s murdered husband was a good cop…wasn’t he?

  Al Sharp—Thomas Poston’s partner will do whatever it takes to solve his partner’s murder, as long as it doesn’t harm him.

  Edie Bryerly—Holly’s best friend and chief baby-sitter.

  Mayor Evangeline Sevvers—Her family raised Gabe, and now she wants him to pay them back—maybe even at the expense of his own integrity.

  Mal Kensington—Gabe’s predecessor as police chief died of an apparent heart attack….

  Sheldon Sperling—Beaten and robbed by the person who killed Thomas Poston, he is looking for justice.

  To Evelyn and Robert Johnston, in love and gratitude, especially for Fred.

  Contents

  Prologue

  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

  Chapter Fifteen

  Prologue

  The yelling made Tommy Poston look up, but only for a second. He knew big people yelled at each other. His mommy and daddy did sometimes. Mostly they didn’t. And they both loved him. They’d told him so.

  He was a big boy. That was why Daddy had said he could stay in this room all by himself and sit here at this table and color his pretty pictures.

  Tommy liked to use crayons. Bright colors were his favorite. Lots of bright colors. Today, he colored some flowers, red and purple and yellow with great, big, pretty green leaves.

  Daddy was still yelling in the next room. So was someone else. How many big people were there yelling? Tommy couldn’t tell. He didn’t like so much yelling. He picked up an orange crayon and drew a sad face with it. But sad faces shouldn’t be with flowers, so he crossed it out. He took a red crayon and tried to make another flower.

  Then there was a loud sound like when he dropped something, two loud sounds, and no more yelling. That was better.

  Except that after another minute, Tommy didn’t like being by himself in here anymore. He didn’t hear talking, either. Did Daddy and Mr. Sperling go away? Did they leave him alone?

  “Daddy?” Tommy called.

  But Daddy didn’t answer.

  “Daddy?” His lower lip trembling, Tommy pushed his big chair away from the table and jumped down. Just like his mommy taught him, he reached way up high to the table and packed his crayons back into their box. He put them with his papers and other stuff into his pretty red bag and put the bag away.

  “Daddy?” he called again. But Daddy didn’t come. And Tommy still didn’t hear him in the next room.

  Daddy didn’t say he couldn’t come see him, so Tommy went to the door and pulled it open.

  Mr. Sperling’s shop had lots of shelves and cabinets, tall ones that Tommy couldn’t see over, with lots and lots of things on them and in them. Tommy stopped and looked around. He didn’t see Daddy or Mr. Sperling. He walked farther into the room.

  He didn’t want to cry. He was a big boy. But he wanted his daddy or his mommy. “Daddy?” He tried just to whisper, but it came out loud.

  He saw a movement and turned toward his daddy. Only it wasn’t his daddy. It was a monster! It had come to life!

  Its face was great big, green and ugly, with a red tongue, giant teeth and a mean frown. And it came toward him. Its arms were raised and it reached its claws toward Tommy.

  “Grrrr!” It was growling at him. “Go away, little boy,” it s
houted. “Get out of here! Now!”

  “Nooo!” Tommy cried out as he ran toward the door of the shop. Only there was a big counter in the way. As he got near it, he tripped. He looked down. And screamed, “Daddy!”

  But Daddy was asleep. There was bright red all over him. Blood, like when Tommy fell down and cut his knee.

  And the monster came closer.

  “I said get out of here, little boy. And if you ever talk, if you ever tell anyone what you saw, I’ll come and get you.”

  Gasping to breathe, Tommy ran around Daddy and toward the glass front door. It was a big door. A heavy door. But he pushed and pushed. And then he got it open.

  Tommy ran outside and down the sidewalk, screaming and crying and very, very scared.

  Chapter One

  “Oh, Holly, you poor thing. I want you to know, the whole town is nearly as devastated as you about Thomas’s death.” Evangeline Sevvers breezed into the funeral parlor’s small anteroom off the front of the chapel.

  Evangeline would be aware of what the whole town felt, Holly Poston thought wryly. In addition to owning a boutique down the pedestrian mall from Sheldon Sperling’s arts and crafts gallery, she was mayor of Naranja Beach, California.

  Holly had been waiting in the small room for the memorial service for her husband to begin. Sad, numb, scared—those were emotions she applied to herself for the loss of Thomas and the turmoil from the circumstances surrounding his death.

  Devastated…not really. Not yet, at least.

  She glanced down toward her son Tommy, at her feet. He looked at Evangeline, but quickly resumed playing with a toy car on the floor.

  His hair, as dark a brown as Holly’s, had been neatly parted and combed to the side a few minutes ago, but now it was mussed. She would undoubtedly have to brush dirt off his black dress pants, maybe off his white shirt, too, but Holly was thankful that Tommy was acting like a normal child…almost.

  He hadn’t said a word for the past four days.

  “Wait until you see how many people are here to pay their respects to Thomas.” Evangeline’s enthusiasm sparkled in her eyes.

  “That’s great,” Holly replied, a lot less excited.

  Evangeline, ever the politician, would be pleased for a throng anyplace she happened to be. Evangeline was also a good friend. A consummate professional woman, she almost always wore a suit—at least while not in costume, for she was a driving force and starring actress at the Naranja Community Theater. Today, she wore a tailored deep cranberry suit that should have clashed with the dyed shade of her red hair but somehow didn’t.

  “You’ll see for yourself soon,” Evangeline continued. “Right now, though, I want to introduce you to someone.”

  Oh, lord, Holly thought. Not yet. She’d brought Tommy here early, before anyone else arrived, to protect him from the polite verbal poking and prodding of other mourners. And the not-so-polite intrusion of the media. As a result, she had avoided them, too. She would have to face them eventually. Probably soon. But she had to prepare herself.

  Before she could object, a man entered the room behind Evangeline.

  “Holly, this is the new police chief of Naranja Beach, Gabe McLaren. Gabe told me he hadn’t met you yet.”

  No wonder Evangeline wanted to introduce them personally, Holly thought, as a very tall man entered behind the mayor, practically filling the small room by himself. He was a relative of Evangeline’s, or so Holly had heard.

  Chief McLaren wore a navy blue suit and a conservative tie. Could his shoulders and chest be as vast as indicated by his clothing, or had he worn body armor to a funeral?

  He had a wide forehead, and his thick brown hair was cut short in a military style, parted on the side and combed off his face. His jaw was an expanse of steel, his mouth an earnest line beneath a strong and even nose.

  “I’m sorry about your loss, Mrs. Poston,” he said, holding out his hand.

  I should say the same to you, Holly’s thoughts rang sardonically. She knew from long and sorry experience that cops only cared about other cops, and their duty.

  This man had lost one of his officers in a crime still unsolved. He was in charge of a police force with a blemish on its record, at least so far—an unenviable position for a police chief.

  She accepted his proffered handshake and said, “Thank you.” She knew she wasn’t being fair. Sometimes crimes were solved quickly, sometimes they took a while. But a cop had been downed. The Naranja Beach Police Department wouldn’t rest until they knew exactly what had happened that misty morning in Sheldon Sperling’s shop.

  And if, along the way, they learned who beat Sheldon unconscious and traumatized her small son so much that he wouldn’t speak, that would be an added benefit to them.

  To her, it was a prerequisite for getting on with her life.

  Chief McLaren was still holding her hand. She wanted to pull it away but found this stranger’s grip oddly comforting.

  Never mind that what she knew about him wasn’t favorable. She had heard Thomas and his partner Al Sharp discuss the new chief hired three months ago after the sudden death of the former chief, Mal Kensington, from an unexpected heart attack. Nepotism, Thomas and Al had complained, since McLaren was a distant relation of the mayor’s. Sure, he had police administration experience, but he was too young to be seasoned. He had an attitude, made it clear he would run things his own way, never mind that things had run just fine under old Mal Kensington.

  Chief McLaren continued to grip her hand, and his green eyes, beneath thick, unruly brows, bored into hers.

  “Mrs. Poston,” he said, “I want you to know—”

  “Hi, Tommy, my lad. And Holly. Chief McLaren, Mayor Sevvers… May I come in?”

  Holly moved so she could see the anteroom’s doorway. Sheldon Sperling stood there.

  Sheldon was one of Holly’s oldest friends. The pallor of his face nearly matched the whiteness of the sling he wore to support his right arm. He was only sixty-one years old, but the wrinkles around his eyes and the hollows in his soft cheeks had deepened over the past four days, making him appear a decade or more older. He had gone through a lot, poor man.

  “Sure, come in, Sheldon,” Holly said uncertainly. She wasn’t sure where he would fit.

  “I’ll talk to you later, Mrs. Poston,” Chief McLaren told her, releasing her hand. It felt suddenly empty.

  Watch it! she admonished herself. She wasn’t going to be one of those widows who clutched at anyone and anything to avoid feeling alone. And certainly not a stranger.

  “I’ll go with you, Gabe,” Evangeline said. “See you in a bit, Holly.”

  As they left, Sheldon squeezed by them into the anteroom. He moved slowly, easing himself down on an upholstered chair facing the floral print sofa where Holly sat. He looked gaunt in his black suit.

  She hadn’t much black in her own wardrobe, but she had put on the next best thing: a short charcoal skirt with a lace-trimmed blouse several shades lighter. She’d had to belt the outfit tightly at the waist. She had lost weight in the past few days. She hadn’t been able to eat.

  “How are you feeling now, Sheldon?” Holly asked softly.

  “Much better. The headaches are almost gone, and I can move my wrist a little now. And you? How are you two getting along?”

  Terribly! Holly wanted to shout, but of course she couldn’t. Not with Tommy there. “Tommy has been a very good, very brave boy,” she said. “And he has been a real comfort to me.”

  At least that wasn’t a lie. She wasn’t sure what she would have done without her son to keep her going. For despite all that had happened between Thomas and her, all the anger and bitterness and even indifference, she had never anticipated—had refused to anticipate, despite his being a cop—that she would finally lose him this way.

  And that it would hurt so much.

  “I’m sure Tommy has been a big help,” Sheldon agreed. “He certainly helped me.”

  Holly shot a warning look toward Sheldon. She didn�
�t want to remind Tommy of that terrible morning any more than she had to, not right now.

  Holly wasn’t sure how much Tommy had seen, and that frightened her even more. He hadn’t told her. He had been taken to the hospital that morning and examined, then released. Physically, he was fine. But after consulting with a child psychologist, she hadn’t allowed the police to interrogate him. Not yet. She had, however, permitted her husband’s partner Al, whom Tommy knew, to visit while off duty and ask a few simple questions. Tommy hadn’t answered.

  Soon she would do everything necessary to get him to talk about what happened, for only then would her small son begin to heal. But for now, they had to get through Thomas’s funeral.

  Sheldon nodded his understanding, just as the door opened once more. It was Evangeline. “I hate to bother you again, Holly, but there are so many people here who want to express condolences in person. I know it’s usually done after the service, but would you mind coming out for a little while?” Evangeline was engaging in her primary role in life: organizing, making certain things ran smoothly.

  Holly hesitated. Maybe it would be better to get it over with. Yet if she greeted them now… She glanced down at Tommy.

  Evangeline obviously got the message. “Do you know what?” she said brightly. “Edie’s out here, and she really wants to go for a walk. Do you think Tommy might want to keep her company? She doesn’t want to go by herself.”

  “What do you think, Tommy?” Holly asked. “Can Aunt Edie take you for a walk?”

  Edie Bryerly was Holly’s closest friend. A couple of years younger than Holly, she was the ultimate bohemian in this seaside town full of individualists, notwithstanding her mundane job at City Hall as a secretary in the Planning Department. She often baby-sat for Tommy.

  Tommy turned on the floor and looked toward Holly, small brow furrowed as if he considered this request carefully—the fear caused by his terrible experience obviously outweighing everything else, even his love for Edie. When her son finally rose, Holly had her answer.