Dani Sinclair - Best-Kept Secrets

The hollow feeling returned along with the memory. She’d been so desperately in love with him she would have followed him anywhere.

And in a way she had. She eyed her reflection as she finished brushing her teeth. After all this time she could finally admit to herself that the only reason she’d taken the translator’s job was that she’d known they’d send her overseas on military contracts. Overseas, where Jake was.

But it hadn’t mattered. She’d never seen Jake again.

“Spilled milk,” she told her reflection. She and Kelsey didn’t need Jake. They didn’t need anyone.

She turned off the lights and slipped between the sheets of the big double bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to every creak the old house made. Had the house always made this much noise? It wasn’t as if there was a lot of wind or anything tonight.

Finally she had to admit that she wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon. While Derek Jackstone had assured her that the prowler had probably been some kid looking for easy money, Amy realized the incident had unnerved her more than she’d thought.

Even with Derek’s promise that he would drive past the house frequently tonight, she was uneasy, jumping at every sound.

Though Jake’s presence had distracted her right after the attempted break-in, she now began to wonder. Derek’s explanation of some kid made no sense. Any local teens would know she was staying here with her parents. Why would they risk breaking into an occupied house when the living-room light had clearly been on? That made no sense.

What would have happened if Jake hadn’t come by in time to scare the intruder away? Amy shuddered.

Resigned to a sleepless night, she got up and walked over to the window. No moonlight or streetlight broke the darkness. Not even the flicker of fireflies relieved the stillness. She watched intently while her thoughts roamed wildly.

And something moved in the shadows across the street.

She tried to calm the flutter of fear that captured her breath. She stared until her eyes ached with the effort. But she still couldn’t decide if someone lurked in the shadows of the gnarled old maple tree or not.

FINGERS FISTED, the watcher stared at the old house. Anger flared at the unfairness of the whole thing. So much was at stake. Too many people knew the truth. People who could no longer be trusted to keep the secrets of the past. The parking lot had picked the worst possible time to collapse.

She was still the biggest danger of all, of course. If it hadn’t been for the restaurateur’s interference…but he had interfered and now the situation would require some thought. She’d been alerted to her danger.

At least the gravel spill would delay things for a while, but not indefinitely. Still, putting the truck in gear had been a stroke of genius, even if the laboratory tests would eventually reveal the truth. Chief Hepplewhite wasn’t like his fatuous predecessor. He’d move on the crime scene with care…and unfortunate speed.

There was no choice. Fools Point would have to bear witness to a fatal accident. Possibly, an entire series of accidents. She wasn’t the only danger—just the most immediate one.

Too bad the dump truck hadn’t knocked her into the hole and buried her beside the others. All the problems would have been solved neatly then.

The next accidents would require careful planning and strategy. No more leaving things to chance. But in the end, all of them would be as dead as the bones in that old root cellar.

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