Alaskan Courage: Silenced Part 8

Brody nodded, s.h.i.+fting his gaze back to her. "So, what's up?"

She leaned forward. "We're here to talk about Conrad Humphries."

"Conrad," Brody said with a sigh. "Such a shame. He was a great guy."

Her shoulders remained taut. "I'm the one who found him."

Brody clasped her hand. "Oh, Kayd, I'm sorry. That sucks."

Definitely wasn't pleasant, but she was used to death. "We need to ask you some questions."

Brody's face pinched. "Like what?"

"We're checking on his activity leading up to his climb." She glanced over her shoulder at Jake. "Jake's a deputy with Yancey's Sheriff's Department. He's investigating Conrad's death."

Brody sat on the only open edge of his desk. "What's to investigate? Conrad had a climbing accident."

Jake looked at Kayden, giving her the opportunity to respond, which she appreciated since she and Brody had a past-no matter how far in the past it actually was.

She took a steadying breath, knowing the news would affect everyone in the climbing community. It always stung when they lost one of their own, but murder was that much colder.

She cleared her throat. "I'm afraid it wasn't an accident."

Brody's eyes narrowed, his confused gaze s.h.i.+fting between her and Jake. "What?"

"His chalk was tampered with."

Brody s.h.i.+fted. "What do you mean tampered with?"

"I mean someone compromised Conrad's chalk."

"Let me get this straight. You're suggesting someone purposely compromised Conrad's chalk so he'd fall on his climb?"

"I'm not suggesting. Yancey's ME confirmed it this morning. An ingredient was added to Conrad's chalk that rendered it useless." Actually, the Dodecanol went a step further, causing the opposite of the chalk's intended effect, but they didn't need to share such specifics to get the point across. As Jake had explained, it was better to keep their information close to the vest, at least at this juncture in the investigation.

Brody slumped back. "I don't believe it. Who would do something like that?"

"That's why we're here. We need your help."

"My help? I wasn't on the climb."

"No," Jake said, resting his hands on the back of her chair. "But we've been told Conrad climbed here regularly."

"Yeah, so?"

"So do you think anyone in the gym knew about his Stoneface climb ahead of time?" she asked.

"Of course. Conrad talked about it nonstop." He lifted his chin at Kayden. "You know how it is. When you have an upcoming climb, you're pumped to share."

"When was the last time Conrad was in?"

"The day before his climb."

So Vivienne had been telling the truth about that.

Kayden crossed her legs. "Who had access to Conrad's equipment that day?"

"Conrad."

"And?" she pressed. When he shook his head, she rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on. Everyone knows people just shove their stuff in one of the open cubbies when they shower or use the facilities."

"And . . . ?"

"And anyone in the building around the same time as Conrad could have tampered with his chalk."

Brody's blue eyes narrowed. "You're saying someone in my gym tampered with Conrad's stuff?"

Jake kept his voice calm and even. "We need to explore all the possibilities."

Brody shook his head. "I don't believe this. Don't believe you of all people"-he pointed at Kayden-"would come in here and suggest one of our climbers would do such a thing. Man, I heard you turned cold after you lost your mom, but I didn't believe it until just now."

Kayden ignored the painful barb from a guy she'd once cared for, and steeled herself, like always. "This has nothing to do with me. In fact, I find it odd you'd s.h.i.+ft directly to outrage."

Brody linked his muscular arms across his broad chest. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, if you really were Conrad's friend, you'd want to find his killer."

"You've got to be kidding me. You don't actually think I had anything to do with this?"

"She never said that," Jake said, "but it's interesting you'd go there."

"I didn't go anywhere. I'm ticked because this isn't how we handle things."

"We?" Jake asked.

"The climbing community."

"Are you suggesting people in the climbing community would cover for another?"

"Nah, man. I'm saying we're a tight-knit community. We watch each other's backs. We rely on each other. We don't hurt each other, or set them up to die."

It was true, but it appeared someone within the community had lost sight of that and crossed a terrible line.

"So you can't think of anyone who may have wanted to hurt Conrad?" Jake asked.

"No, man."

"Anyone showing an odd interest in him lately?"

"No." He paused. "Well . . . I suppose . . . when you put it that way."

"Yeah?" Kayden pressed.

"His buddy for the Stoneface climb."

"Stuart Anderson?" she asked, already not a fan.

"Yeah."

"What about him?" Jake asked.

"He was real insistent on the climb."

Jake's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean insistent?"

"I told Conrad I wasn't sure he was ready for Stoneface. It's an advanced climb, and Conrad was only a few years in."

"How'd he respond?" Kayden asked.

"He ran it by Stuart, and . . ."

"Stuart convinced Conrad he'd be fine?"

Brody tapped his nose. "You got it. He really pumped Conrad up. There was no talking him out of it after that."

Kayden s.h.i.+fted, looking back at Jake. Now came the really awkward part.

Thankfully Jake took the lead. "We were told Conrad bought his climbing supplies here."

"Sometimes . . ." Brody's words dropped off as his face slackened. "I don't believe this. Don't believe you." His intense expression bore into Kayden, and suddenly she was sixteen again-her and Brody sitting on her front porch swing, him leaning in to press his soft lips to hers for the first time.

"We've got to ask," she said.

"You didn't."

"Meaning?" She knew exactly what he meant. She could have sent someone else. Could have refused to ask her first crush, first boyfriend, if he'd played any role in Conrad Humphries' death.

"The old Kayden would know exactly what I meant." He shook his head with a sigh. "Can't believe the rumors are true."

Don't ask. "What rumors would that be?"

"That you're a cold b-"

"Enough!" Jake roared, s.h.i.+elding her with his body. "Answer the question. Did Conrad Humphries purchase his chalk here?"

"Not for the last three months."

"Where has he been buying it?"

"Natalie Adams' place."

"Imnek Island Adventures?" Kayden asked.

"Yeah. Natalie started carrying a new line of climbing equipment and she's been underbidding me ever since."

"Sorry about that," Kayden said. Owning Last Frontier Adventures, she knew the crunch of being lowballed by a compet.i.tor.

"Whatever." Brody shrugged with taut shoulders. "Our shop sales are a fraction of our intake, and I've got a lot of loyal customers. Only a small amount moved to buy from Nat."

"Any idea when Conrad last stocked up on chalk?" Jake asked.

"Nope. You'd have to ask Natalie."

Kayden looked at Jake. "Guess we know where our next visit is."

Jake desperately wanted to comfort Kayden after Brody's cruel remarks, but he was at a loss. How could he comfort her without making her feel even more uncomfortable?

She glanced back at the climbing gym. "Brody's reaction was off. He was far too defensive."

"You and he go a ways back?"

She slipped her hands in her faded jean pockets. "We were friends . . ."

"And then . . . ?"

"We dated in high school."

"But . . . ?" He was pus.h.i.+ng his luck. She'd actually just shared more than she ever had with him intentionally.

"His family moved to Imnek my senior year."

The year her mom died. "That must have been hard." He swallowed, knowing she'd either take what he said next as the truth it was or she'd brush it off as if Brody's words hadn't stung. He cleared his throat. "What Brody said isn't true."

She frowned. "Which part?" She was clearly focusing on the case, not his comments directed at her.

Jake held her gaze, and the depth of emotion she never could hide in her amazing almond-shaped eyes nearly stole his breath away. "The part about you." He prayed she wouldn't look away, and shockingly, she didn't immediately break off eye contact. Simply gave a quick nod-leaving it at that.

Jake inhaled, studying her. What made her tick? What drove her? He excelled at reading people, and over the years he'd come to understand quite a bit about Kayden, but what intrigued him most was the part he couldn't read. He could predict how she would act, react, in almost every situation, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out why she was the way she was, why she reacted the way she did. It was tied to the loss of her mother, he was sure. But there was more, something deeper, related to that event that drove her. He would probably never know. It was for the man she would finally decide to open her heart to, and as desperately as he ached for it to be him, he feared it never could be.

Fear. He'd never fully experienced that emotion until the loss of Becca and the baby. Maybe if he'd had a little more fear before that, they'd still be alive. It's why he'd tried so carefully when it came to guarding his heart. But any fool could see when it came to Kayden, and the rest of the McKennas, he'd slipped up, let his guard fall. And the desperate fear he could lose the family he'd come to love, the woman he'd come to love, was like a stranglehold on his heart. Suffocating.

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