Carol J. Post - Lethal Legacy

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Someone wants her family secrets buried. He’s her only chance to survive…Andrea Wheaton thought her parents’ tragic deaths were accidental—until she’s attacked during a burglary at their home. Now she’s also being targeted. Her ex-sweetheart Sheriff Deputy Bryce Caldwell insists on protecting her, though she refuses to trust him again.But with a killer closing in, can she and Bryce uncover her family’s secrets before it’s too late for them both?

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Andrea drew in a constricted breath. As a child, she’d gone to desperate lengths to please her mother. As a teenager, she’d clung to every word of praise from her father while still trying to gain her mother’s approval. As an adult, she’d given up.

She flipped on her signal and got into the left-turn lane. As her route took her within a block of Neurology and Neurosurgical Associates, the familiar tightness returned. At two o’clock in the afternoon, her ex was either there or at the hospital.

Or home enjoying her replacement.

Her divorce had been another sore spot between her and her mother. While Andrea had been reeling with betrayal, her mother’s focus had been on how it was going to affect her relationship with her friends, since the Morrisons were one of the elite families of Atlanta and Phil’s mother was one of her closest friends. She’d insisted that Andrea should have tried harder.

Maybe she should have. If she hadn’t been so focused on climbing the corporate ladder, maybe she’d have noticed the warning signs in time to save her marriage.

Then she’d have fallen short of her mother’s expectations some other way. Her dreams of mending that relationship had never materialized. Now it was too late.

She slammed her hand against the steering wheel, palm open. She’d expected the agonizing grief over losing her father. He’d been the center of her world her entire life.

What she hadn’t expected was the guilt she felt over the poor relationship she’d always had with her mother. No matter what distractions she’d attempted, she hadn’t been able to run from it.

Maybe activity wasn’t what she needed. Maybe she needed the opposite. Time to decompress and let the frayed edges of her heart begin to heal.

She knew the perfect place to do it.

Everything in Atlanta reminded her of her mother or her ex, but Murphy connected her with her father. By tonight, she could be there, tucked away in the house that had been her refuge since she was old enough to appreciate the need for escape.

She was supposed to return to work on Monday. But she still had another six weeks of vacation time banked. She frowned. That in itself was a pretty good commentary on her life.

She hit the brakes and headed toward downtown. If she was going to be gone for an indefinite amount of time, she had some work to do. After being out a week and a half, her desk would be a mess. But she’d get everything whipped into shape by the end of the day, and any loose ends she couldn’t tie up, she’d deal with remotely.

When she stepped from the building hours later, it was dusk. She laid her laptop case on the passenger seat. She’d use public internet until she decided whether to have it installed at the house.

For the next few weeks, she’d be right next door to Bryce. But she’d deal with that, too. She was a mature adult, not a love-struck teenager. Back then, Bryce had promised to love her with a love as big as the sky, always and forever. And she’d believed it. At the time, the words were cheesy. In hindsight, they were meaningless. In the intervening years, she’d learned there was no such thing as always and forever .

Thirty minutes after arriving home, she was ready to hit the road. She did enough traveling on business to know how to pack quickly. She tossed the two small bags into the back seat of the Escalade.

As she drove north on 75, then took the 575 ramp, the weight that had been pressing down on her lifted. Taking additional time off had been a good idea. So had getting out of Atlanta. She wasn’t running away; she was just... Okay, maybe she was .

But it was about time. She’d never run from anything. She was always forging ahead, accepting the next challenge, whether in school or work or life in general. Now she was just tired.

She made the left turn onto 60 and arched her back, working out some of the stiffness. It was the final leg of her trip. Mineral Bluff was a short distance ahead. Then she’d make her right onto Spur 60, which would take her across the state line. Ten minutes after that, she’d be lugging her bags inside and preparing for what she hoped would be a good night’s sleep.

As she tapped the brakes for the first curve, headlights shone in her rearview mirror. The vehicle drew closer, and she squinted, waiting for the driver to dim his lights. He didn’t. Soon he was on her tail. She rounded the curve and accelerated. The other driver did the same, maintaining a distance of one car length. Judging from the height of the headlights and distance between them, the other vehicle was a larger pickup truck.

Her heart pounded and her palms grew slick against the wheel. She was driving fifteen miles over the speed limit and approaching another curve.

She tapped her brakes and the gap closed. A second later, a bump from behind thrust her vehicle forward. Her tires squealed and she struggled to keep the SUV on the road.

Coming out of the curve, she straightened the wheel but didn’t loosen her grip. If she could hang on until after the last curve, she could pull out her phone and call 911.

She floored the pedal, but the distance she gained quickly evaporated. The vehicle behind her slammed into her, snapping her head backward against the seat. She pressed the brake, but the truck pushed her into the next curve. After a prolonged squeal, her tires gave up their traction and the Escalade slid sideways. She bounced several times, her head snapping side to side.

Then the world started a slow spin. Her seat belt tightened against her legs and the airbag slammed into her. Pain shot through her face and one arm. A high-pitched scream filled the car. A terrifying moment passed before she realized it was hers.

The SUV came to rest at a sharp sideways angle. She pushed the airbag out of the way, her seat belt the only thing keeping her from tumbling to the passenger side of the vehicle.

She looked around in the darkness. Had her attacker fled, or was he making his way down the slope to finish what he’d started?

She wasn’t going to wait to find out. After a quick check for broken bones, she pulled the handle and gave the door a hard shove. Small bits of window glass tumbled downward, but the door didn’t budge. Using her shoulder didn’t work, either.

After killing the headlights, she stared into the night. No one was approaching. The darkness wasn’t complete, but it was close. She needed to get out of the vehicle. And she needed to call for help.

With her feet pressed into the floorboard and one hand gripping the wheel, she released the belt and eased into the passenger seat. She wasn’t getting out that way, either. Her SUV rested against a large tree. It was what had kept her from continuing her tumble all the way to the bottom of the slope.

Where was her purse? She turned on the map lights, then crawled between the bucket seats. Both her purse and laptop were lying on the rear floorboard.

Her hands shook as she fished out her phone. After punching in the numbers, she pressed the phone to her ear.

As she relayed what had happened, she reached over the console to turn off the lights. She’d be safer sitting in the dark. With mobile locate, emergency personnel would find her. To make their job a little easier, she’d click on the headlights once she heard sirens.

When the dispatcher asked, she passed on the ambulance. She’d be sore tomorrow. But nothing was broken or dislocated. The airbag had even protected her from the shattered glass. She’d be free to leave after the police report. She’d take a cab to Murphy, and tomorrow morning, a wrecker would retrieve her car and tow it to a shop.

Meanwhile, she had time to think.

Why had someone gone after her? Was it a case of road rage? Maybe she’d cut someone off without realizing it, and they’d followed her from the interstate, irrational anger building with every passing mile.

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