The proprietor at Sequoyah House put him right through to Davis Rogerss room when he asked. Nobody answered the phone, even after several rings, but Seth had the information he needed.
He had a few tough questions for Davis Rogers, and now he knew where to find him.
Chapter Four
On the ride back to Bitterwood, Rachel realized she had no idea where her car was parked. Seth had said hed found her on Purgatory Bridge, so it made sense that shed left her car somewhere in the area. Delilah agreed to detour to the bridge to take a look.
Sure enough, as soon as they neared the bridge, Deli-lah had spotted the Honda Accord parked off the road near the bridge entrance, just as Seth had said.
Do you have your keys? Delilah asked as she pulled the truck up next to Rachels car.
Yeah. I found them in my pocket. God, she wished she could erase the last twenty-four hours and start fresh. But then, shed have to face her fathers funeral all over again. Feel the pain of saying goodbye all over again. The stress of staying strong and not breaking. Not letting anyone see her crumble.
What would those mourners at the funeral have thought, she wondered, if theyd seen her acrobatics on the steel girders of Purgatory Bridge last night?
She shuddered at the thought, not just the idea of making a spectacle of herself in front of those people, but also the idea of Purgatory Bridge itself. Crossing the delicate-looking truss bridge in a car was nerve-racking enough. Standing on the railings with land a terrifying thirty feet below?
Unimaginable.
The morning rain had gone from a soft drizzle to sporadic showers. Currently it wasnt raining, but fog swirled around them like lowering clouds. As Rachel crunched her way across the wet gravel on the shoulder of the road, Delilah rolled down the passenger window. You sure you feel up to driving?
Im fine, she said automatically.
Take care of yourself, okay? Delilah smiled gently as she rolled the window back up, shutting out the damp coolness of the day. Rachel watched until the truck disappeared around the bend before she slid behind the wheel of the Honda.
The cars interior seemed oppressively silent, her sudden sense of isolation exacerbated by the tendrils of fog wrapping around the car. Outside, the world looked increasingly gray and alien, so she turned her attention to the car itself, hoping something would jog her missing memory.
What had she done the last time she was in her car? Why couldnt she remember anything between standing at her fathers gravesite and waking up in a strange room with Seth Hammond watching her with those intense green eyes?
A trilling sound split the air, making her jump. She found the offending noisemakerher cell phone, which lay on the passenger floorboard. Grinning sheepishly, she grabbed it and checked the display. She didnt recognize the number.
Hello?
Rach! Thank God, Ive been trying to reach you for hours.
Davis? The voice on the other end of the line belonged to her grad school boyfriend, Davis Rogers. She hadnt heard from him in years.
I thought maybe you regretted giving me your number and were screening my calls. Did you get home okay? Before she could answer, he continued, Of course you did, or you wouldnt be answering the phone. Look, about last night
Suddenly, there was a thud on the other end of the line, and the connection went dead.
Rachel pulled the phone away from her face, startled. She looked at the display again. The number had a Vir-ginia area code, but Davis had spoken as if he was here in Tennessee.
She tried calling the number on the display, but it went to voice mail.
Hed said hed been trying to call her. She checked her own voice mail and discovered three messages, all from Davis. The first informed her where he was stayingthe Sequoyah House, a bed-and-breakfast inn out near Cutter Horse Farm. She entered the information in her phones notepad and checked the other messages.
In the last message, Davis sounded upset. Rachel, its Davis again. Look, Im sorry about last night, but he seemed to think you might be receptive. Ive really missed you. I didnt like leaving you in that place. Please call me back so I can apologize.
She stared at the phone. What place? Surely not Smoky Joes. Why was her ex in town in the first placefor her fathers funeral? Had she seen him yesterday?
And why had his call cut off?
SEQUOYAH HOUSE WAS a sprawling two-story farmhouse nestled in a clearing at the base of Copperhead Ridge. Behind the house, the mountain loomed like a guardian over the rain-washed valley below. It was the kind of place that lent itself more to romantic getaways than lodgings for a man alone.
But maybe Davis Rogers hadnt planned to be alone for long.
Most of the lobby furnishings looked to be rustic antiques, the bounty of a rich and varied Smoky Mountain tradition of craftsmanship. But despite its hominess, Se-quoyah House couldnt hide a definite air of money, and plenty of it.
The woman behind the large mahogany front desk smiled at him politely, her cool gray eyes taking in his cotton golf shirt, timeworn jeans and barbershop haircut. No doubt wondering if he could afford the hotels rates.
May I help you? she asked in a neutral tone.
Im here to see one of your guests, Davis Rogers.
Mr. Rogers is not in his room. May I give him a message?
Yes. Would you tell him Seth Hammond stopped by to see him about a matter concerning Rachel Davenport?
He could tell by the flicker in her eyes that she recognized his name. His reputation preceded him.
Where can he reach you?
Seth pulled one of the business cards sitting in a silver holder on the desk. May I? At her nod of assent, he flipped the card over and wrote his cell phone number on the back.
The woman took the card. Ill give him the message.
He walked slowly down the front porch steps and headed back to where hed parked in a section of the clearing leveled off and covered with interlocked pavers to form a parking lot. Among the other cars parked there he spotted a shiny blue Mercedes with Virginia license plates.
Seth looked through the drivers window. The cars interior looked spotless, with nothing to identify the owner. If Ivy Hawkins werent on administrative leave for another week, Seth might have risked calling her to see if she could run down the plate number. Shed investigated the murders that had started this whole mess, after all. Shed damned near fallen victim to the killer herself. She might be persuaded.
But her partner, Antoine Parsons, had no reason to listen to anything Seth had to say. And what would it matter, really? Seth already knew Davis was staying at Sequoyah House. Though if the car with the Virginia plates was his, it did raise the questionif he wasnt in his room, and he wasnt in his car, where exactly was he?
As he headed back toward the Charger through the cold rain, a ringing sound stopped him midstep. It seemed faint, as if it was coming from a small distance away, but he didnt see anyone around.
He followed the sound to a patch of dense oak leaf hydrangea bushes growing wild at the edge of the tree line. The cream-colored blossoms had started to fade with the onset of colder weather, but the leaves were thick enough to force Seth to crouch to locate the phone by the fourth ring. It lay faceup on the ground.
Seth picked up the phone and pressed the answer button. Hello? he said, expecting the voice on the other end to belong to the phones owner, calling to locate his missing phone.
The last thing he expected was to hear Rachel Dav-enports voice. Davis?
Seths gaze slid across the parking lot to the car with the Virginia plates. His chest tightened.
Davis? Rachel repeated.
Its not Davis, he answered slowly. Its Seth Hammond.
She was silent for a moment. This is the number Davis Rogers left on my cell phone. Where is he? Whats going on?
I dont know. I heard the phone ringing and answered, figuring the owner might be looking for his phone.
Where are you?
Outside Sequoyah House. He pushed to his feet and started moving slowly down the line of bushes, looking through the thick foliage for something he desperately hoped he wouldnt find.
What are you doing there? She couldnt keep the suspicion from her tone, and he couldnt exactly blame her.
I went and talked to Joe Breslin at Smoky Joes Sa-loon. He remembered seeing you there with a man last night. So he looked up the mans credit card receipt and got a name for me.
I was at Smoky Joes with Davis? She sounded skeptical. That is definitely not his kind of place.
Maybe its yours, he suggested, remembering her sing-along with the bluegrass CD.
Did you talk to Davis?
The clerk said he wasnt in his room, so I left him a message to call me. He paused as he caught sight of something dark behind one of the bushes. I used your name. Hope you dont mind. He hunkered down next to the bush and carefully pushed aside the leaves to see what lay behind.
His heart sank to his toes.
Curled up in the fetal position, covered in blood and bruises, lay a man. Seth couldnt tell if he was breathing. Rachel, I have to go. Ill call you back as soon as I can.
He disconnected the call and put the cell phone in his jacket pocket. The tightly packed underbrush forced him to crawl through the narrow spaces between the bushes to get back to where the man lay with his back against the trunk of a birch tree. Hed been beaten, and badly. His face was misshapen with broken bones, his eyes purple and swollen shut. Blood drenched the front of his shirt, making it hard to tell what color it had been originally. One of his legs lay at an unnatural angle, suggesting a break or a dislocation.
Seth touched the mans throat and found a faint pulse. He didnt know what Davis Rogers looked like, but the proximity of the battered man and the discarded cell phone suggested a connection. He backed out of the bushes, reaching into his pocket for his own cell phone to dial 911.
But before his fingers cleared his pocket, something hit him hard against the back of the neck, slamming him forward into the bushes. His forehead cracked against the trunk of the birch tree, the blow filling his vision with dozens of exploding, colorful spots.
A second blow caught him near the small of his back, over his left kidney, shooting fire through his side. That was a kick, he realized with the last vestige of sense remaining in his aching head.
Then a hard knock to the back of his head turned out the lights.
AFTER TEN MINUTES had passed without a call back from Seth, Rachels worry level hit the stratosphere. There had been something in his tone when hed rung off that had kept her stomach in knots ever since.
Hed soundedgrim. As if hed just made a gruesome discovery.
Given the fact that hed answered Daviss phone a few seconds earlier, Rachel wasnt sure she wanted to hear what hed found.
What if something bad had happened to Davis? Hed been her first real boyfriend, the first man shed ever slept with. The first man shed ever loved, even if it had ultimately been a doomed sort of love.
She might not be in love with him anymore, but she still cared. And if Seths tone of voice meant anything
Forget waiting. She was tired of waiting. Seth had said he was at Sequoyah House. The bed-and-breakfast was five minutes away.
She grabbed her car keys and headed for the door. If she wanted to know what was going on, she could damned well find out for herself.
EVERYTHING ON SETHS body seemed to hurt, but not enough to suggest he was on the verge of dying. He opened his eyes carefully and found himself gazing up into a rain-dark sky. He was drenched and cold, and his head felt as if hed spent the past few hours banging it against a wall.
He lifted his legs one at a time and decided they were still in decent working order, though he felt a mild shooting pain in his side when he moved. Both arms appeared intact, though there was fresh blood on one arm. No sign of a cut beneath the red drops, so he guessed the blood had come from another part of his body.
He couldnt breathe through his nose. When he lifted his hand to his face, he learned why. Blood stained his fingers, and his nose felt sore to the touch. He forced himself to sit up, groaning softly at the effort, and looked around him.
He was in the woods, though there was a break in the trees to his right, revealing the corner of a large clapboard house. Sequoyah House, he thought, the memory accompanied by no small amount of pain.
Some of his memories seemed to be missing. He knew who he was. He knew what day it was, unless hed been out longer than he thought. He knew what hed been doing earlier that dayhed been hoping to talk to Rachel Davenports old friend Davis Rogers. But Rogers hadnt been in his room, so Seth had given the desk clerk a message for Rachels friend and left the bed-and-breakfast.
He remembered walking back to the parking area where hed left the Charger.
What then?
His cell phone rang, barely audible. He pulled it out from the back pocket of his sodden jeans and saw Adam Brands name on the display. Perfect. Just perfect.
Then an image flashed through his aching head. A cell phonebut not this cell phone. Another one. Hed heard it ringing and come here into the woods to find it.
But where was the cell phone now?
He answered his phone to stop the noise. Yeah? The greeting came out surly. Seth didnt give a damnsurly was exactly how he felt.
You were supposed to check in this morning, Brand said.
Yeah, well, I was detained. He winced as he tried to push to his feet. And the case has gone to hell in a handbasket, thanks for asking.
Whats happened?
Too much to tell you over the phone. Ill type you up a report. Okay?
Is something wrong? You sound like hell.
Seth spotted a rusty patch in the leaves nearby. His brow furrowed, sending a fresh ache through his brain. Ill put that in the report, too. He hung up and crossed to the dark spot in the leaves.
The rain had washed away all but a few remnants of red. Seth picked up one of the stained leaves and took a closer look.
Blood. There was blood here on the ground. Was this where hed been attacked?
No. Not him. There had been someone else. An image flitted through his pain-addled mind, moving so fast he almost didnt catch it.
But he saw enough. He saw the body of a man, curled into a ball, as if hed passed out trying to protect his body from the blows. And passed out he had, because Seth had a sudden, distinct memory of checking the mans pulse and finding it barely there.