Lynn Blackburn - Hidden Legacy

Michael’s eyes widened.

“Caroline doesn’t have any enemies, and the only skeleton in Stephanie’s closet was her husband. Whatever reason someone has for targeting them has got to do with that man. And that means we need to figure out who the father is. Discreetly. I’ll talk to Caroline about it again tonight. Pick her brain for any details Stephanie might have let slip.” He glanced back at the house. “We won’t be able to do much over the weekend, but we need to get a fresh set of eyes on Stephanie’s accident, just to be sure. All the county offices will be closed, but let’s shoot for having a list of places to call by Monday morning.”

Someone had already tried to kill Caroline and Henry twice in the past twenty-four hours. Was there any chance they could make it through the weekend without someone trying again?

He and Michael returned to the station and spent the next three hours going over everything on Stephanie’s accident. He couldn’t find any fault with the investigation or the conclusions.

“Let’s get out of here,” Jason finally said. “Want to come to the house? With Caroline there, I’m sure Mom has outdone herself for dinner.”

Michael raised his hand. “Sorry, man, I’m picking Cathy up around eight. But call me if you need me.”

“I will.”

Jason’s phone rang as he walked through the parking lot. He took one look at the number and declined the call. He slid into the seat of his Explorer, anxiety scratching its way through his mind.

He’d been back in town six months. This was the first night he’d been in a hurry to get home.

* * *

Caroline had a new appreciation for the way the tigers at the zoo must feel. She’d tried to sit but couldn’t keep from fidgeting, so she’d switched to helping Mama Drake in the kitchen.

Henry was having a grand time playing with a huge pot and a wooden spoon, but his joyful cacophony couldn’t drown out the terror pulsing in her heart. She stirred the green beans and kept up a light banter with Mama Drake, but even the lush aroma of pot roast and made-from-scratch biscuits couldn’t settle her nerves.

Jason would be home soon. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her or Henry. She knew that. Well, she knew he would try to keep them safe. Maybe even die trying. What if someone came after her here? What if everybody she loved wound up dead?

All because of her. The thought nauseated her.

Papa Drake had smiled and welcomed her in, but she could sense a level of alertness permeating the air that she’d never experienced in this house. Jason’s home had always been safe. Fun. Light.

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