Ann Voss Peterson - Legally Binding

Bart shook his head. “I won’t be there, either.”

Lindsey bit her lip. Murder was usually committed for one of two reasons—love or money. Finding out to whom Jeb had left his possessions could serve to illuminate both his love life and his finances. “It might be a good idea to attend.”

“Jeb didn’t leave my daddy anything. And Daddy probably wouldn’t want me to accept it if he did.” Bart’s gaze bored into her, as if he was trying to make her understand. Or simply get her to back off.

She returned the eye contact. Despite his discomfort, she couldn’t back off. Not when so much was at stake. “But it might be interesting to see to whom Jeb did leave his possessions.”

Bart glanced at the floor and pushed a stream of air through tight lips as if he saw her point. “I’ll think about it.”

Paul gave Lindsey an approving nod before turning to Bart. “Don has scheduled the will reading for Tuesday, three in the afternoon.”

“That soon?” Lindsey asked.

Paul shrugged. “I know. It’s a little irregular. But it’s what Jeb wanted.” His attention riveted to the newspaper laying on Lindsey’s desk. To the photo of Jeb and the blonde. He looked away, the planes of his face hardening.

“Do you know her?” Lindsey asked.

“Who?”

“The woman in the photo with Jeb Rawlins?” She pointed to the paper.

Paul bent over her desk and studied the woman’s features. He lifted his shoulders in a stiff shrug. “Can’t say I do.” He looked up from the paper, careful not to meet Lindsey’s eyes.

An uneasy feeling skittered over her skin. Paul knew the woman. Lindsey would stake her career on it. But why would he lie? “I think she’s involved with Kenny in some way.”

Paul casually crooked a brow. “Hmm.”

“She was with him last night at Hit ’Em Again. We thought maybe she was involved with Kenny in some of his scams.”

He nodded but still didn’t meet Lindsey’s eyes. “Before I forget, Nancy wanted me to tell you she has the files you wanted.”

Lindsey nodded. The office administrator, Nancy Wilks, had promised to have an intern copy every file that had been subpoenaed by the prosecution to present to the grand jury. No doubt Lindsey had a late night ahead of her. “Thanks, Paul.”

Paul nodded, glanced at his watch and focused on Bart. “I have to run. I have a meeting. I hope you reconsider coming to the will reading. You might find it illuminating.”

As soon as Paul disappeared through the office door, Bart glanced at Lindsey. “That was strange.”

Lindsey nodded. “Paul obviously knew who the blonde was. But why wouldn’t he admit it?”

“Hell if I know. But I think you were right. I think I should probably go hear what Jeb put in his will.” He let out a stream of air. “But I’ll do it on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“I want to bring my lawyer with me. I don’t like to make a move without legal advice I can count on.” A grin spread over his lips and a twinkle appeared in his green eyes.

She returned the smile despite herself. “I think that can be arranged.”

He really was an amazing man. He seemed to know just what to say, just how to smile to disarm her. Yet his warm grin and unassuming phrases didn’t seem like merely an attempt to manipulate her. They seemed true and honest and a genuine part of who he was.

“Do you need help toting those files Paul mentioned?”

“That would be great.”

Feeling stronger and more confident than she had in a long time, she walked out the door and down the hall to the main office, Bart by her side. She had a lot of work ahead of her. She just prayed she would find something useful soon. Because if she didn’t, a very good man would pay the price.

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