This is one part of a longer crime/romance story that is connected to the other parts. To fully appreciate the story, please start at Part 1 and read through. Thanks.
Part 8 A False Lead and Interrupted Love
Jordan knocked on Tom Harding's front door. A well-groomed, thirty-something, stylishly dressed man opened it.
Jordan announced, "I'm Jordan Connor with the FBI. Is Dr. Harding in?" She flashed her badge to the man. "And, this is sheriff's deputy Jimmy Watson, and New Mexico State Police Detectives, Gary Matthews and Casey Samson. We'd like to ask him few questions."
"I'm not Tom Harding and what is this in reference to."
"Is Dr. Harding available?" Jordan questioned.
The man hesitated a moment, "Yes...he is here. Why do you need to question him?"
Just then an older, white haired, effeminate man appeared. "I'm Tom Harding. Why don't you let them in, Max?" Max shrugged and stepped aside. Jordan entered the orderly house followed by Jimmy and the detectives.
"Dr. Harding, I know you are retired from the University of New Mexico. My colleagues and I are investigating the murder of three women in Shawnee and we would like to ask you some questions."
"I don't know how I can help you, but what would you like to know."
"Firstly, Dr. Harding, what did you teach at the university?"
"I taught theatre and drama classes for over 20 years. During my tenure, I wrote several one man dramas and staged an original production of Cabaret." He announced proudly. His statement ended the conversation as far as Jordan was concerned. A drama professor was certainly not the killer. But, before the team left, Jordan wondered if he could be of help in another manner.
"Dr. Harding, do you have any colleagues in Shawnee or the nearby area? Or, do you know any other university professors residing in Shawnee?"
"I knew Trevor Hawkins. He taught art at the community college. But, he passed away 3 years ago."
"Anyone else?" Jordan pressed him.
"I am familiar with the faculty of the art and theater department from the local high school. But, something tells me you wouldn't be interested in them."
Jordan smiled, "Your guess is right. But I appreciate your cooperation Dr. Harding. If you can think of anyone else, please call me." She handed the professor her card and the team excused themselves from the house.
"Well, that got us nowhere." Gary snorted as they walked to the car. Casey answered him, "We followed a lead and it was a dead end. At least we can eliminate one more man off the list." "Hey, was that a gay guy?" Jimmy asked the others. "Yes, Jimmy, he is gay." Jordan affirmed his suspicions. "It was so obvious." Gary sneered. "Damn, Jimmy, haven't you ever seen a fag before?" "All right you two. Knock it off!" Jordan interjected. "Can we finish the day without fighting?"
Driving back to her apartment, Raven answered an incoming call to her phone, "It's me." A male voice said.
"What did you find out?" Raven asked him,
"So far, the man in the restaurant looks legit. But, I'm gonna dig deeper; you never know and I'd rather be safe than sorry. It might take a while, but I'll get back with you as soon as I can. Just be alert and be careful. Call me if you need anything."
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Back at her motel apartment, Raven put the groceries away, tossed the head of lettuce into a bowl and put the bowl into the sink. She opened the boneless chicken and placed it into a shallow backing pan and poured some smoked mesquite flavored marinate over it.
Next, she went out back to the garage where her motorcycle was stored and activated the leftmost door. She waited for it to roll up and let her eyes adjust to the inner darkness before retrieving a grill from inside. She then returned to the garage to fish out the bag of charcoal and lighter fluid. She placed them next to the grill on the strip of grass beside the motel's back wall and was about to return into the apartment, when an event occurred that would save both her and Jordan's life without either of them realizing it.
Just as she was opening the door, she heard a soft meow. Looking down, she saw a thin gray tabby kitten looking up at her with imploring eyes. "Where did you come from little one?" She spoke to it softly, "Are you hungry?" The kitten continued its mournful cry and Raven couldn't bear to see it beg so pitifully. "Stay here. I'll be right back," she told the kitten, as though it could understand her.
She pulled a carton of milk from the refrigerator and poured some into a small Tupperware bowl. Going back outside, she placed it on the ground for the kitten. The little animal seemed fearful at first, not wanting to approach the bowl with Raven crouching next to it. She called to it gently and the sound of her voice and the kitten's hunger overcame its fear. It moved toward the bowl, took one sniff and began greedily lapping at the milk.
"You must be starving." Raven observed and, as the kitten drank, she returned into the kitchen to get it some raw meat. Pulling a carving knife out of a kitchen drawer, Raven started slicing a piece of chicken off of the boneless breasts that were marinating. The raw meat was slippery and she had a bit of trouble holding it. Enough trouble to cause the knife to slip and slice across her left thumb.
"OUCH!" she cried out and hastily dropped the knife. In a matter of seconds, bright red blood began leaking out of the cut and Raven moved to the sink and turned on the cold water. She held her finger under the flowing water and let it wash the wound. Blood flowed down into the lettuce as the water poured over her thumb. The cold water staunched the flow of blood and Raven took a close look at her finger.
The cut wasn't terribly large, but somewhat deep and she didn't get to look at it long before blood again began seeping out. She returned her finger under the stream and felt a bit lightheaded from seeing her own injury. Grabbing a tea towel, she clamped it over the finger and with her uninjured hand, dialed the sheriff's office.
Jordan wasn't in and she told Sarah, "I need to speak with her, how can I get in touch with agent Connor?"
"I can give her a message for you." Sarah answered. Raven sighed, "Can you get in touch with her now and have her call Raven as soon as possible? Oh, wait let me give you my cell phone number." She gave Sarah the number and grabbed her car keys to drive to the doctor's office. Just as she was getting out of her car several blocks away, her cell phone rang. It took her awhile to answer as she tried to juggle the phone, her car keys and handbag with one hand.
"Jordan?" She spoke into the phone.
"Yes." Jordan answered; she noted a sense of urgency in Raven's voice. "Is everything okay?"
"Oh, God. Jordan, I cut myself and I am at the doctor's office."
"Are you all right?" Jordan asked worriedly.
"Yes, I'll be okay, it is just my finger, but I wanted to fix you a nice dinner and I have no idea when I'll get home."
"Don't worry about dinner." Jordan told her. I will get us something. Maybe carryout Chinese, that is, if you like it. I will meet you at the doctor's office."