Lyn Cote - Dangerous Secrets

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FATAL ACCIDENT…OR MURDER?That's what Sylvie Patterson wanted to know when she learned her cousin Ginger was dead. And so did Ridge Matthews, a state homicide detective working with Winfield's police department. Ginger's apartment was ransacked, followed by a string of suspicious break-ins at houses where Ginger had visited.What did Ginger own that was so valuable someone was willing to kill her for it? It would take all of Ridge's skills–and Sylvie's prayers–to keep Sylvie from becoming the next victim.

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“What took the sheriff so long? Why did they spend so much time in her apartment?”

Uneasiness twitched through Ridge. He didn’t want to face this.

“Ridge?” Sylvie prompted. “You’re frightening me. What aren’t you telling me?”

“Ginger’s death has been deemed suspicious.”

“Suspicious?”

“Her apartment had been ransacked.”

“You mean someone broke in? Maybe you’ve got it wrong,” Sylvie said.

Why couldn’t she just accept what he said? “Ginger’s eyes were closed,” he snapped.

“What does that mean? You’ve not making sense.”

“It means after Ginger fell someone was there and shut her eyes. It was no accident.”

LYN COTE

now lives in Wisconsin with her husband, her real-life hero. They raised a son and daughter together. Lyn has spent her adult life as a schoolteacher, a full-time mom and now a writer. Her favorite food is watermelon. Realizing that this delicacy is only available one season out of the year, Lyn’s friends keep up a constant flow of watermelon gifts—candles, wood carvings, pillows, cloth bags, candy and on and on. Lyn also enjoys crocheting and knitting, watching Wheel of Fortune and doing lunch with friends. By the way, Lyn’s last name is pronounced Coty.

Lyn enjoys hearing from readers, who can contact her at P.O. Box 864, Woodruff, WI 54568 or by e-mail at l.cote@juno.com.

DANGEROUS SECRETS

Lyn Cote

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“Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.”

—Matthew 6:18–20

“For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.”

—1 Timothy 6:9–10

To Eunice, Ed and Jeanine,

thanks for a great summer!

CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

EPILOGUE

QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION

PROLOGUE

March 1

She’d managed to climb in a rear window, her heart pounding with fear and exertion. Had anyone seen her? At this time of night in this little burg? She doubted it. Standing in the apartment lit only by her flashlight and thin moonlight coming through the windows, she laid her flashlight on the floor. Where should she start looking? It had all seemed so easy when the idea had first come to her.

She approached a built-in bookcase. As she reached up to remove the books from the top shelf, it began. The wall in front of her eyes started to undulate as if an earthquake were taking place. Then the floor beneath her feet began to ripple. She staggered and caught hold of the bookcase, cursing.

And then she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Or was that just part of the flashback, too?

ONE

March 2

Sylvie, I am going to wow you with a big surprise tomorrow! What could Ginger’s wow surprise be? This question kept bobbing to the surface of Sylvie Patterson’s mind—interrupting her work. She sat at her PC near the front of her store, My Favorite Books, answering customer e-mails.

Last night Ginger, her favorite cousin, had blown into Winfield, intending to spend the next two months in her apartment above Sylvie’s bookstore. Just a few years younger than Sylvie, Ginger would be busy “polishing” her dissertation on Alaskan whales. Last night Ginger, with her long, curly red hair and golden freckles, had been more effervescent than usual.

And in just a few more minutes, Sylvie would close up shop and find out what Ginger’s big secret was.

The little bell on her shop’s door jingled and cold air swished inside. In the off-season, Sylvie didn’t usually look up from her monitor to see who’d come in. But today it might be Ginger.

She glanced up. Not Ginger.

Ridge Matthews looked back at her. He stood there against the wall, which was lined with shelves and shelves of books.

Waves of recognition on so many different levels undulated through her. So much history lay between them. A tide of remembrance billowed in the conscious silence between her and Ridge. Ridge was still tall but not too tall, still broad-shouldered, and still possessed the same dark brown, nearly black, very serious eyes. Only a few glints of gray in his short-cropped hair reminded her that eighteen years had passed since he’d been a year-round resident of Winfield.

“Sylvie,” he acknowledged her with the grave voice he’d acquired that awful summer night eighteen years ago.

“Ridge,” she returned the greeting and forced a smile. She rose, holding out her hand. I’m surprised to see you, Ridge, but not unhappy. Never unhappy.

As if there were an invisible line etched in sand between them, he hesitated a split second and then came forward and gripped her hand—briefly.

He was still as buttoned-up as his black wool winter coat. Last December, she’d glimpsed him at a wedding, another of his rare visits. And now she thought she knew his reason for appearing here today. “Are you looking for Ben?” she asked. “He’s running an errand for me.”

Ridge digested this in several moments of silence. “My mother said he doesn’t come home after school. Every day he walks here from the bus stop.”

Yes, going home to your parents’ house is way too depressing for any kid. For a long time, the Matthewses’ home had been nothing but a house, merely four walls, a roof and floor. That was why Ridge had forsaken Winfield.

“Thanks for being kind to Ben.” His low tone curled through her.

Resisting his effect on her, she forced another smile. “Ben’s a good kid. Are you here to visit him for a few days?” she added, hoping his answer would be yes.

“I’m moving him away this weekend.”

She stiffened with shock. “With you to Madison? Now?”

The door opened behind Ridge. More frigid air rushed in.

“No,” Ridge said, “an opening has come up unexpectedly in a good military school near Milwaukee. Ben was next on the waiting list. He’s scheduled to start bright and early on Monday.”

Just inside her door, blond-haired and freckle-faced Ben halted, looking as if he’d just received the death sentence.

She took an involuntary step toward him. Military school? For Ben? No.

“Military school?” Ridge’s orphaned ward echoed her aloud. “Monday?”

Sylvie wanted to pull Ben, now white-faced, into a protective hug. But at twelve, he was too old for that.

Caught between the two of them, Ridge shifted sideways, eyeing both. “Ben, you know I told you that my parents are too old to keep you.”

Besides being too self-centered, too self-absorbed, Sylvie amended silently. The constant ache in her damaged hip twinged at this thought. Ridge, don’t be so cold. He’s just a kid and he’s been through so much.

“I thought—” Ben’s voice thinned “—you were going to get a place big enough for me to come live with you.”

Ben’s plaintive tone stung Sylvie.

Ridge had enough conscience to look uncomfortable. “My job doesn’t make me good guardian material, Ben. I travel all over the state on homicide cases. Or I get embroiled in local ones that keep me out all hours of the day and night. This way you won’t be shifted around from house to house while I’m tied up on a case. You’ll be at school and I’ll come and get you at least one weekend a month.”

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