A Revelation of Death: A Reverend Cici Gurule Mystery, #4
By J. J. Cagney
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The fourth installment in the Kirkus Reviews, National Indie Excellence Awards, and Publishers Weekly award-winning series by J. J. Cagney:
The first victim rolls out of a rain barrel.
Soon, Cici Gurule dreams of other women's attacks, thanks to visions from her dead twin. The victims' watery graves torment Cici, feeding her growing fear of water.
The killer targets Cici's congregants and friends, taunting her and her lover, Detective Sam Chastain. Sam partners with the SFPD to investigate the widening web of assault, death, and pain... all while Cici struggles with the choices she made in Chaco Canyon.
When the killer lures a teen girl from her family, Cici and Sam's desperation to identify him becomes critical. But the clues, from the disappearance of Sam's ex-lover, to a cat with a chilling message for Cici, are leading them further from the truth, rather than toward saving the kidnapped girl.
★ WHY READERS CAN'T PUT DOWN THE REV. CICI GURULE'S MYSTERIES★
"The prose is...sublimely concise. An exhilarating entry in a thoroughly enjoyable series." -- Kirkus Reviews
"Written in a clear, distinct style, Padgett (J. J. Cagney) uses the prose to elicit tension and emotion and creates a tense, fast-paced story. -- The BookLife Prize
"An exciting mix of murder, mayhem and romance featuring a heroine who is one tough cookie in a book that packs a powerful punch–emotionally and action-wise–right through to the climactic ending."- IndieReader
"Vivid, alluring, and heart-wrenching, Alexa Padgett's A Pilgrimage to Death is every reason I love mystery. A breathtaking tale." - Darynda Jones, New York Times Bestselling Author
"You're not going to find this kind of absorbing, engaging, enticing suspense anywhere else, so grab this one today!" - BookAddict
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A Revelation of Death - J. J. Cagney
2
CICI
She was ready to deny the existence of space and time rather than admit that love might not be eternal. ― Simone de Beauvoir
His lips quirked upward in the barest semblance of a smile, but his eyes shuttered, and she felt him pulling away. She wanted to touch all of him, starting with his messy dark hair. But she couldn’t manage to release her grip on his shirt.
I just needed you to know,
he said, his voice soft with regret, but his gaze steady. Sam was always so steady. I needed to keep the promise because I made it to Anna Carmen.
You told my sister you loved me?
Cici asked, her voice rising.
Sam’s brows pinched over his nose. Technically, she already knew. I mean, she’s known for years. That’s part of why she invited me over the first time… And she kind of…when we were up on Aspen Ridge Trail…
Cici grumbled about her twin sister, whom she called Aci, and her ability to keep secrets—so much better than Cici’s capabilities. Then, the rest of what Sam said hit her.
I knew you saw her there.
She shifted closer to him, then winced when her ankle, wrapped in its boot, slammed into the top of her coffee table nearly oversetting her glass of tea. What did she say?
Sam took a long drink from his second beer. Faint lines appeared around his eyes, feathering out.
She said I needed to tell you.
Cici pulled him closer until they were nose to nose. She studied his eyes and realized he was upset. Not because he loved her. No. Well, crud. She hadn’t said it back. He must think she didn’t feel the same way.
She pressed her weather-roughened lips to his, wincing a little at the contact. But the slight discomfort didn’t stop her. No. She’d kissed him once before—rather, he’d kissed her after pulling her to safety up on Aspen Vista.
And she’d wanted to kiss him again, many times, since that fateful day when Cici discovered her sister’s killer—and nearly fell off the side of the mountain.
He let her brush her lips over his. He let her pull back. Sam was like that—allowing her to take the lead when she needed to.
Sam, oh God. Sam.
Her chest heaved. I love you, too.
He smiled. Then, he used his free hand to pry her fingers from his shirt and dislodge her fist from the base of his neck.
That makes me really, really happy,
he said.
I’m sorry I nearly choked you.
He chuckled as he shook his head. Your excitement—and your swear words—have been duly noted.
He leaned in closer. I’m going to kiss you again.
Okay.
He did. She kissed him back. He eased from her mouth, his hand still tangled in her hair. She blinked at him, trying to keep her eyes open. Damn pill.
He chuckled as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. We’ll pick this up in the morning when you’re more awake.
Her eyelids slid closed against all her efforts to keep them open. But there was one more thing she needed to say.
I’m so happy,
she mumbled.
I am, too.
Stay with me. Please. I don’t…
The yawn nearly split her jaw. It definitely split her lip.
Always, Cee,
he said, his voice soft, lulling her further into somnolence. I’ll always be there for you.
Cici fell asleep on the couch, her head resting on Sam’s chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart, and she felt safe, cherished. She melted into the moment with a deep sigh of contentment.
It didn’t last.
3
SAM
What did my arms do before they held you? ― Sylvia Plath
He sat at the breakfast table the next morning, watching Cici putter around. She’d slept well, and her hazel eyes appeared clear. The nicks on her skin were fading, as were the bruises—those to a sickly yellow.
A thud at the door caused him to jump. The dogs scampered toward the front door, barking. A bit late in Sam’s opinion.
Paper?
he asked.
Should be,
Cici replied. She shut the fridge and picked up her coffee mug. She winced as she walked—more like hobbled—toward the front door. Sam opened his mouth to call her back but decided against it.
Cici needed to be independent.
He heard the door open, then shut. The dogs’ toenails clicked over the floors as they paced back to the potential interest of human breakfast.
You’re the only person I know who still gets the print edition,
Sam said.
Cici stared at an article as she settled into her seat across from him. I like to support the local community. Plus, this is how I find out I need to visit my congregants. Oh, no.
Sam’s shoulders bunched. What happened?
Drowning. In a rain barrel.
Well, hell. That’s horrible.
He frowned. Most of the rain barrels were about fifty, maybe sixty gallons and were not much wider than a human body, maybe four feet tall. How did someone fall into one?
Cici nodded. Poor Cooper. He and his son must be devastated.
Cooper Urlich?
Sam asked. He’s the big dude, right? I always thought he played football in college.
Rugby,
Cici said, distracted. You know how lots of colleges have teams.
Cici spread out the page between them. Sam read the scant details. Cooper’s wife, Patti was found dead in a barrel he’d brought into the garage to keep it from freezing.
The working theory was that Patti fell in trying to remove a drowning animal but then couldn’t extricate herself. Cooper stated his son saw a cat in the garage soon after Patti was found.
He lashed the barrel to the wall to prevent it from tipping over on Jay,
Cici murmured. At Sam’s look, Cici said, Their son. I believe he’s still three. In our pre-K class.
He picked up his coffee and took a long swallow.
Cici sighed as she glanced at the clock. I can’t imagine—such a horrific accident. I’d like to stop by to offer what support I can.
Sam nodded. Of course. I’ll drive you. But first, I’d like to check on a possible appeal for a case.
Oh? What case?
One I closed before I moved up to Denver. His name’s Shayne Rudder. He was convicted of selling unregistered DIAS, which can convert semi-automatic weapons to fully automatic weapons.
Like a machine gun?
Cici asked, shocked.
Yep, which are still illegal in this country.
Cici frowned. But not semi-automatic ones?
Nope, that bill expired. Anyway, he received ten years per DIAS.
What is Dias?
Not the last name. D-I-A-S is an abbreviation for the Drop in Auto Sears. He’d sold four, which was less than the guy who sold nineteen a couple of years ago.
Huh. That’s…that’s disturbing. I had no idea there was a way to make guns even more terrifying.
Cici shuddered.
Sam glanced up, his sharp gaze missing nothing. I didn’t mean to upset you. I want to make sure he doesn’t get off. He’s bad, bad news. We proved the DIAS sales, but I’m pretty sure he was involved in other crimes, too.
Other crimes…like what?
Sam hesitated. Child pornography.
How horrible,
Cici breathed out. I’m glad he’s in jail.
Me, too. I hated I couldn’t get him on the porn charges. But, from what we could tell, he wasn’t directly involved. At least nothing we could make stick.
Sam glanced up with a slight smile. That was the first time I met Evan, actually. He was Rudder’s defense attorney.
Cici wrinkled her nose. Sure, she knew that’s what Evan Reynolds did for a living, but she preferred not to think about his clients.
Don’t worry, Cee. Evan was glad to lose that particular case. I want to touch base with him about the appeal.
Evan was her twin’s former fiancé. While they’d had some problems after Anna Carmen’s death, he was now a good friend. She’d confided in Sam that she wished her sister had the opportunity to live a long and happy life with him.
Does that mean he might not file one?
Cici asked.
Sam shrugged. It means I have to make a call, then I’m at your disposal.
Cici’s eyes lit with mischief and a smile curved her lips before she winced. She dabbed a napkin at the drop of blood seeping from the cut on her lower lip.
You know, I really would have liked to take better advantage of our newfound relationship,
she said.
Newfound?
Sam asked. Something shifted in his belly. Something that felt an awful lot like concern. What’s changed?
Cici canted her head. Well…
Her face suffused with a deep crimson and she fisted her hands. I…um…well, I guess I assumed since you…
Sam leaned forward and clasped her fist in both his hands. We’re still us.
Yes, but…
She started to nibble at her lip as she stood, shaking off his hands. I’ll get dressed.
She took a few unsteady steps, thanks to her broken ankle, before Sam caught a glimpse of the tears in her eyes. Oh, hell. Today, she was the one in need of reassurances, and he’d left her twisting in the wind.
He reached out and caught her wrist for the second time. Her bones were delicate, almost fragile. That daintiness was derived from too much stress and not enough to eat over the past week, but Sam, more than anyone, understood Cici’s internal strength.
He’d be sure she ate well and continued to rest. But first, they needed to finally clear any possible misunderstandings and potential pitfalls in their relationship.
She tugged once, hard. Sam didn’t tighten his grip but he didn’t let her go either. Her shoulders heaved.
What?
she asked.
I meant every word I told you last night.
Her eyes flashed up to his. He smiled at her as he rubbed his thumb over the soft skin on the inside of her wrist.
I love you, and I want a future with you.
Okay.
She drew out the word. You’re making me nervous.
The dogs scratched at the back door, whining. Cici extricated herself from his hand, and he let her. She traipsed across the small kitchen and opened the door so the dogs would go out, smiling when Rodolfo yipped with joy as he and Mona tore past her into the small yard.
I’m scared,
she said toward the door. She turned to face him. About your new job. I…
Cici’s nose wrinkled as she trailed off. Sam felt his gut settle. Good. She wanted to talk.
I’m worried about you working with Jeannette.
She looked down at the floor, and Sam’s stomach unknotted.
"You don’t need to worry about me working with Jeannette. I’ve waited far, far too long for a chance with you to
screw that up." He paused.
She raised her eyes to meet his gaze. My dad and KaraLynn started their affair while they worked on one of their cases together.
Those words cost her. Cici didn’t like to discuss her relationship—rather, lack of one—with her father. But it weighed on her, and he knew she was thinking about it now.
Sam smiled, thankful she’d expressed her concern to him. He’d worried she wouldn’t be willing to open up about her past much—not with the change in their relationship so fresh.
I remember. I was there, too. And, yeah, I get why you’d worry about it. But I don’t want you to. Even when Jeannette and I dated…
He held his gaze steady to hers. She wasn’t you.
Cici’s lips turned up even as she raised an eyebrow, trying to appear stern. That’s it? You’re not going to say anything else?
Sam shot her an exasperated look. No. Just so we’re clear: we’re together. Exclusively.
He waited for her affirmation. With her nod, a large weight eased off his chest. And I want everything with you, when you’re ready.
Everything?
Marriage, kids, the white picket fence. Everything. When you’re ready.
Cici’s eyes lit up with a happiness that had been missing from her expression for far too long. I don’t think we can do that,
she said.
Sam opened his mouth, but then shut it. As he expected, she shook her head as she chuckled. We live in Santa Fe, Samuel. We don’t do picket fences. An adobe courtyard, sure.
He snorted, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. You are such a pain in the ass.
She sobered. You will still live in Santa Fe with your new job, won’t you?
That’s my plan, though it looks like I’ll be traveling for a bit. This—you—will be my home base.
There was never going to be a good time to bring this up. At least now they were sort of on the subject. "Look, there’s something more important than Jeannette that I need to tell you. She suggested I not tell you, which is why I am telling you. She’s a great agent, but she’s not good with people."
The sparkle in Cici’s eyes faded. He hated that.
What is it?
she asked, tone cautious.
We’re going to Scottsdale,
Sam said. His lip twitched a little, as it always did when he was more stressed than he wanted to let on. Hopefully, Cici hadn’t picked up on his tell. To investigate your father’s firm.
4
SAM
I’m not going to die, I’m going home like a shooting star. ― Sojourner Truth
Cici clumped back to the table and settled in her seat. She licked her lower lip, no doubt further drying the skin there.
Can you tell me why?
she asked.
No, I can’t.
She scowled. Is Jeannette going?
Yes, and she’s former DEA. Well, technically, she’s still DEA.
Sam stared hard.
Drug Enforcement. So…what? You think my father’s running drugs? Like the one you busted here?
That case led to the identification of Anna Carmen’s murderer. It had also put Sam on the national stage, which led to his current position on this new governmental task force.
I’m really not sure of the details. All I know, really, is what I told you.
She blinked at him before her mouth parted in a little O. And you’re worried I’ll be upset with you. For doing your job.
Sam ran his hands through his hair before he linked them between his spread knees. I worry about a repeat of the situation with Baby Isabel. You were so angry with me and I really did think I was doing the right thing, trying to protect her from her father.
Cici’s face softened. I know. You thought he was abusive. Poor Henry. They’ve had a rough year. But Izzy’s doing great now. And Grace has recovered. I’ve enjoyed seeing them at church.
Sam smiled but it slid from his face quickly. Working that kidnapping was one of the worst times in my life. I hated not being able to talk to you.
She turned to look out the window, and he followed her gaze. A cyclist zipped down the street. A mother pushed a jogging stroller past as Cici continued to stare—and process.
She turned to face him again, a decision stamped on her features. Her eyes were clear, and Sam felt his heart lurch.
My father is many things. He cheated on my mother, and he pretty much left Aci and me behind. All for his career. That’s been his great—maybe his only real—love. So, I find it hard to believe he’d be involved in something shady, let alone illegal.
Sam’s muscles bunched. She was going to tell him to get lost, to stuff his new job and his love, and…
But if he is—if he’s hurting people, he needs to be brought to justice.
Sam slumped in his chair as relief caused his limbs to loosen. I’ve been worried about telling you,
he said. How you’d react.
Cici smiled, but sadness intermixed with pleasure as she held his gaze. I hope you’re wrong. Or your boss is. Whatever. But I have to practice what I preach, Sam.
So, you’ll forgive him his sins even if he’s wrong?
She hesitated, her eyes reflecting her jumbled feelings. I’ll pray for his soul. Because from what you’ve said, he’s going to need all the good words he can get.
Cici sat forward and grabbed Sam’s mug. She rose and tossed out their old coffee, pouring them each a fresh cup before joining him again at the table. She opened the container and pulled out a muffin. With methodical motions, she began to eat—her way of signaling the end of the conversation. He followed her lead. Once he finished his muffin, he said, Hey, I have something for you.
He pulled a small box out of his pocket. I noticed you lost one in Chaco. I know they were your favorite earrings.
He opened the box. A small teardrop twist of silver flashed in the overhead light. A fingernail-size piece of turquoise, the state stone, was embedded in the metal, set on the bottom, below a diamond baguette.
I know they’re a little different, but they’re pretty, and I thought of you when I saw them.
Cici touched the earrings with tentative fingers. You had earrings made for me?
I wanted to get you something from the International Folk Art Market, but I was working. I saw these when I went to talk to some of the artisans on the Plaza.
He’d been called to the scene for a large-scale robbery. As soon as he saw these particular earrings at one of the vendors’ stalls, he knew Cici would love them. They were both elegant and casual—perfect for her to wear every day or dress up with some of her mother’s expensive necklaces she’d inherited.
Sam shrugged as he rolled his lips into his mouth, not willing to tell her he’d had a special, minuscule tracker put in behind the chip of diamond after he bought them from an elderly Tesuque artist. Sam asked his buddy who designed high-end jewelry for one of the stores on the Plaza to superglue the remote device. He’d planned to give them to her right after he had them made—after he lost her in the Taos wilderness a few months ago. He’d decided after those heart-stopping minutes where he thought she was injured—or worse, dead—no way he was going through such horror again.
Except he had. He’d watched the blinking light of her cell phone flicker out in one of the absolute worst nights of his life—all because he’d been angry and confused and hurt. Worse, he’d been a fool for not telling Cici how he felt about her.
He hesitated, wondering if he should mention the device. Was that creepy? Before he could decide, Cici said, Oh. Sam, that’s so sweet.
Will you wear them?
All the time—never taking them off. He didn’t say the words, though, because even in his head such a statement sounded crazy. Please?
I’d be honored.
She slid the studs into her ears and clicked the backs into place. Sam let out a soft sigh of relief. She touched them, clearly pleased with the gift. She finished her coffee while he devoured another one of the muffins he’d added to his plate.
I’d like to visit the cemetery. Check in with Aci.
All right,
Sam said. He pulled out a third muffin and decimated that one, too, while Cici nibbled at a small portion of her first. And you’re going to have to talk to your mentor.
Cici grimaced.
C’mon, Cee. He’s worried about you. We all are. And it’s protocol.
She put her hand to her stomach. I know. Just like I know he’s going to want to dredge up all the events—
Cee—
And I’ll have to tell him about the men who died…
Her lip quivered and she blinked back tears. It’s this and therapy. I get it. It’s to make sure I’m healthy enough to continue ministering to my flock. So, I’ll call him back. Today.
Promise?
Sam asked. He nudged her phone closer to her hand.
Cici rolled her eyes, annoyance and amusement sliding across her features. Yes. I’ll do it while you call Evan. But, then, I want to visit with Cooper and Jay Urlich. See what they need as far as funeral arrangements go.
Deal,
Sam said.
While she called and spoke to her mentor, Sam took care of the dishes and let the dogs out. He called Evan but had to leave a message.
See? That wasn’t so bad.
Her upper lip curled a little. I have to do weekly therapy and talk to him for the next six months.
Sam settled into the chair next to hers and clasped her cool hand in his. She squeezed it a little.
It’s necessary. I’m…
She sighed as she leaned back, her eyes closed. Chaco messed me up.
Chaco would have messed anyone up. But Cici’s caring nature made the hit doubly hard. Sam was smart enough to keep those thoughts to himself.
That’s done for now. Let’s go to the cemetery and to Urlichs’,
he said, hoping the change in scenery would help her—maybe bring some much-needed color to her pallid skin. I’d like to give my respects to your sister and also to Cooper.
I can’t imagine how he felt, seeing Patti in that rain barrel,
Cici murmured.
Neither could Sam. He’d never heard of an accidental drowning in a rain barrel, and that was a large part of why he wanted to accompany Cici when she visited the Urlich house. That, and because of the sense of foreboding he couldn’t shake.
5
CICI
Do not seek the because — in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions. ― Anaïs Nin
The drift of air, cold and insistent, ruffled Cici’s hair and pushed on her neck under the woolen scarf she’d wrapped there.
Sam, a woolen cap pulled low over his ears and brow, walked behind her. Like Cici, he’d donned his down-filled jacket—black, of course—against the bitter wind screeching through town. His jeans were an old, worn pair and he’d pulled on a sweater over his gray T-shirt. As usual, his hiking boots’ laces were tied in an uneven