Linda Warren - On The Texas Border

“Date or assignment?”

“Assignment.”

“I should have guessed.” Abby laughed.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying we’re both dedicated to our work.”

“Yeah,” Holly said. “But there’s this new guy in accounting, and I’ve got my eye on him.” She yawned. “Why are you calling so early?”

“I wanted to run something by you.”

“Okay, but I’m not thinking too clearly just yet.”

Abby and Holly had been friends since their freshman year in college, and later they had worked at the same newspaper, Abby as a reporter and Holly as a photographer. They lived in the same apartment complex and saw each other daily. Even after Abby had married, they remained close. Abby had told her about writing Mr. Brewster’s memoirs and Holly had understood because she knew how much Abby had loved her father. Now Abby explained to her friend Mr. Brewster’s odd request.

“Wow,” Holly said. “This is totally out of the blue.”

“Yes, but I’m going to do it,” Abby answered, then asked, “Do you think it’s crazy?”

“Not for you. I know how desperately you want to clear your father’s name. Just be careful.”

“I will, but Mr. Brewster thinks Jonas should go with me.”

“The guy with the muscles and unfriendly attitude.”

“That’s him—the man with ‘don’t touch’ written all over him.”

“That’s the way you want it, isn’t it?”

“Of course” was Abby’s quick response.

“You’re not saying that with too much enthusiasm. Are you attracted to this man?”

“Oh, please.” She started to deny it, then stopped. “Okay, I’ll admit there’s something there, but it’s purely sexual.”

“So indulge. You’ve earned it.”

“For heaven’s sake, Holly, are you still asleep or what?”

“I must be or I’d never suggest such a thing, hmm?”

They both laughed.

“If you have to do this, do it, but as I said before, be very careful. And if Brewster wants Jonas to go along, let him. What could it hurt? And don’t give me that bull about not needing a man. Common sense overrules that notion.”

“Oh, Holly, it’s so good to talk to you.”

“So when are you coming back? Tanya’s getting ticked off at her workload and Phil asked if you might return early.”

Phil was her editor. He’d granted her a six-week leave of absence, and Abby was going to need every day of that to resolve things in Hope.

“I don’t think I can now, but I’ll call Phil and explain.”

“Okay, and keep me posted on what’s happening.”

“I will. Now go back to sleep.”

“Yeah, right.”

After Abby hung up, she sat staring into space. At least Holly understood why she had to do this. But a tiny doubt lurked in the back of her mind. Was she doing the right thing? Yes, for her father she had to do it. She knew Mr. Brewster was manipulating her. She didn’t need Jonas to tell her that. Still, she couldn’t let it go. She had to find out the truth.

And now she had to find a way to tell her mother.

ABBY GOT UP and made her way to the kitchen. As she made coffee, her thoughts ran helter-skelter. Her mother would be upset. How should Abby handle this? Before she could form a plan, her mother walked into the kitchen in her pink flowered robe.

“You’re up early,” Gail said, and poured a cup of coffee.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Abby replied.

Gail sat at the table. “You’re still not worried that Kyle might come here, are you?”

Abby shook her head and took a seat. Kyle was the furthest thing from her mind. When she first returned home, she’d been afraid that he might follow her, but so far, nothing. Maybe Kyle had gotten on with his life. She hoped so because she had no intention of seeing him again.

“I had this strange dream last night,” her mother was saying. “I thought I heard your car leaving and I tried to wake up, but I couldn’t. It seemed so real.”

Abby squirmed in her chair. God, did her mother have mental telepathy or what? When she was sixteen, she and a friend had skipped school and driven to Brownsville to stand in line for tickets to a rock concert. Somehow her mother had known. The principal hadn’t called and notified her of Abby’s absence. Her mother just knew by looking at her face. Surely Abby had matured and learned how to hide those guilty feelings. Maybe not, she conceded. Maturity was no match for her mother’s intuition.

She took a sip of coffee. “I did leave last night.”

Her mother’s hand stopped in mid-motion as she stirred sugar into her coffee. “You did?”

“Yes.”

“Where did you go?”

“To the hospital.”

A worried look entered Gail’s eyes, and Abby hastened to reassure her. “No, there’s nothing wrong with me. Mr. Brewster had a heart attack, and a nurse at the hospital called and said he asked to see me.”

“Oh.” Her mother leaned back. “I guess he wanted to give you some important details on his memoirs.”

“No, it wasn’t about the memoirs.”

“Then, why in the world would he want to see you in the middle of the night?”

Abby fingered her cup. “Mom, do you ever remember hearing about Mr. Brewster having an affair?”

“An affair?” Gail almost choked. “Good Lord, no. Who’d sleep with that old fool?”

“Mr. Brewster’s not the most handsome man in the world, but he does have money, and I’m told that’s a great aphrodisiac.”

Her mother rose and hurried to the sink. “Abigail, where do you get this nonsense? And what does it have to do with why you went to the hospital last night?”

Abby drew a deep breath. “Mr. Brewster says he has a daughter.”

Gail whirled around with a shocked look on her face. “A daughter?”

“Yes, he says he had an affair with a Mexican girl that worked in his house over thirty years ago. The girl took the baby and went back to Mexico. Mostly, because he forced her to.”

“What has this got to do with you?” her mother asked stiffly.

Abby swallowed hard. “He wants to see her before he dies, and he wants me to go to Mexico to find her.”

“You have to be joking.”

Abby could hear the anger building in her mother’s voice. “Now, Mom, don’t get upset until you hear everything I have to say.”

Gail folded her arms across her chest. “I’m not sure I want to hear it.”

“Mom,” Abby implored, hoping for some understanding.

“No, Abby.” Gail waved a hand through the air. “You’ve been on this crusade since your father died, and I know it has something to do with him. I just…just can’t take anymore.”

“Mom.” Abby jumped up and put an arm around her. “Come, sit down and I’ll explain.”

Gail sat, and Abby faced her. “Yes, it’s about Daddy.”

Gail threw up both her hands. “I knew it.”

“Listen to me,” Abby begged. “If I find his daughter, Mr. Brewster will tell me why he fired Dad.”

“Abby, Abby.” Gail groaned in frustration.

“Don’t you want to know?”

Gail looked directly at her. “What good will it do? It won’t bring him back.”

“We’ll know the truth, and no one can ever again say that Abe Duncan embezzled funds from Simon Brewster.”

“No one cares about that, but you.”

“Don’t you care?”

“I want Abe to rest in peace.”

“But he’s not. Can’t you see that? There’s a cloud over his grave, and I won’t stop until I clear his name.”

Gail heaved a big sigh. “I refuse to let you do this.”

“What?” Abby drew back in disbelief.

“I will not allow you to go into Mexico to find this…this girl. It’s crazy and dangerous.”