He paused, but there really was only one answer. Yes. I guess I am.
CHAPTER THREE
AMANDA WASNT QUITE sure how shed let Trey Alter talk her into changing the plans shed made. She had no particular reason to trust him. Just because Robert had recommended him, that didnt mean she should let him dictate what she did.
But after telling herself all that, here she was, getting into Treys car in front of his office the next day.
Somehow I thought this was the kind of car youd have. She snapped her seat belt.
Trey sent her a startled glance. Whats wrong with my car?
Nothing. Nice, conservative sedan, tan, sedatejust the thing for a family lawyer to drive.
Instead of taking offense, he grinned. Stodgy, in other words. If itll make you feel any better about me, I also own a beat-up, four-wheel drive pickup. Red.
With a gun rack behind the seat? she inquired.
You bet. Now you dont know whether Im a good ole boy or a stuffy lawyer.
She couldnt deny that hed intrigued her. So which is it?
Both. Or neither, depending on your point of view.
Sorry. I guess I shouldnt succumb to stereotypes.
He shrugged. No problem. We all do it sometimes.
Yes.
People had thought that because Juliet was an artist, she couldnt possibly have been a typical soccer mom. Maybe she wasnt, but shed been there for every single event in Amandas life, including being a room mother and chaperoning school trips.
They hadnt gone more than a mile out of town, and she hadnt managed to ask him what, if anything, hed found out, when he turned off the main road onto a farm lane.
The car hit a pothole, and he winced. Sorry. Guess I should have made you ride in the pickup. The milk tankers really tear up this road.
Amanda glanced across a cornfield, stalks yellow and ready for cutting, to a tidy white farmhouse. No power lines, she commented. I assume its Amish?
He nodded. How did a Boston vet become able to identify an Amish farm at a glance?
My graduate degree is from the University of Pennsylvania. A lot of their large animal work is carried out in the Lancaster County area. And I had a practice there for a time.
So you know enough not to gawk when you see a bonnet, or try to take a photograph of an Amish person?
At least that much, she said gravely. Look, shall we stop evading the point and get to it? Did you find out anything?
Im not sure how much... The car hit a rut, and he broke off abruptly. How about I concentrate on getting us there without ruining my shocks? Then Ill tell you what Ive been able to find out so far.
Fair enough. She gripped the armrest. Are the falls on private land?
No, but this is the shortest access to the bottom of the falls, and Eli never minds folks driving up his lane as long as they dont make a mess. You can take a township road to the state lands, but its out of the way.
She subsided, letting him concentrate on the road, if she could dignify it by calling it that. She had been so taken up with her own problems the previous day that she hadnt really noticed him. Now she had time for a closer look.
Not bad. Nice, even features in a strong face, brown hair with just a hint of bronze when the light hit it, a pair of level brows and a strong, stubborn jaw. He was in is early thirties, and she wondered what he found to do for fun in a town like Echo Falls.
Of course, he could be married with a couple of kids, but she didnt think so. She hadnt seen any family photos or childish artwork in his office, and he didnt wear a ring.
Not that it mattered in the least what his marital status was, she assured herself.
There are a few hunting cabins out that way. He waved a hand toward a road that cut off around the curve of the hillside. When the state took over the falls, they didnt buy up much of the surrounding land. Probably thinking the less accessible it was, the better.
He reached a slightly wider place in the road and pulled to the side, turning off the ignition. Ahead of them, the road seemed to peter out to a mere track. Well park here and go the rest of the way on foot. You dont mind a walk in the woods, do you?
No, and Barney will enjoy it. She got out and opened the back door for Barney to jump down from the seat. He stood for a moment, nose raised to the unfamiliar scents.
This way.
Trey slung on a small backpack and gestured to a path. No sign. As hed said, the state didnt care to make it easy for tourists.
They headed along a path that slanted slightly upward. Barney, happy to be released, scampered along, dodging from one side of the trail to the other to explore.
Trey eyed him. Hes not going to run off chasing a deer, is he?
I wont say he wouldnt be tempted, but hes well trained. She smiled. Although he was actually a dropout from a service dog organization Im involved with.
What did he do? Flunk his final? Trey gave her a quizzical look.
Not exactly. He could master the techniques, all right, but he didnt have that extra edge of concentration and empathy thats needed for a service dog. So he came home with me, and were both happy.
Your mother was a dog person, then?
Lets say she and Barney tolerated each other. Hes a good watchdog, though. Did I tell you about the burglar he thwarted?
No. He frowned. Was this recently?
Within the last couple of weeks. It seemed longer, given all that had happened since then. The police seemed to think it was just a random act.
He must have caught the hesitation in her voice. You didnt agree?
Whoever he was, he came in through the window in the den. There were some expensive electronics there, but the only thing disturbed was the painting of Echo Falls. I found that odd. She shrugged. He may have been interrupted by Barney before he could get any farther, but still, it was strange that hed go for the painting first.
Trey, slightly ahead of her on the trail, glanced back to study her face. Could it have been someone who knew the value of a Juliet Curtiss painting? Maybe the artwork was the goal all along.
Possibly. That was my first thought, but it seems strange that someone as sophisticated as an art thief wouldnt have taken the elementary precaution of finding out that there was a guard dog. It looked as if he went back out the window faster than hed come in.
Trey looked at Barney with what seemed increased respect. A good thing Barney was on the job. So the painting was the only thing disturbed. Damaged?
No, but the frame was broken. Thats how I found the inscription on it. She could hear her own voice flatten at the reminder of why she was here. This wasnt just a pleasant walk in the woods with an attractive guy. The wording had been placed so that no one would have noticed it unless the painting was out of the frame.
Right. He seemed to recognize that it was time to talk. The path widened out, the ground becoming more level, and they were able to walk side by side. Like I said I would, I spoke to my father. He was able to identify a death that is likely the one your mother memorialized. A young woman named Melanie Winthrop.
Right. He seemed to recognize that it was time to talk. The path widened out, the ground becoming more level, and they were able to walk side by side. Like I said I would, I spoke to my father. He was able to identify a death that is likely the one your mother memorialized. A young woman named Melanie Winthrop.
M, Amanda said, her heart pumping a little faster. Who was she? How did she die?
Trey frowned, giving her the impression that he was reluctant to talk about it. You have to understand first that the Winthrop family is a big deal in Echo Falls. Owners of the mill, town founders, with a finger in just about every pie there is here.
Bad things hit rich families, too, she said, impatient to get on with it. She was on the point of possibly learning the truth about her mother, and he wanted to chat about town history. Didnt he understand that her stomach was roiling with emotions even she couldnt sort out?
True enough, he said. But that wasnt quite my point. The matriarch, Elizabeth Winthrop...well, to hear people tell it, she rules the family. Has done for years. Melanie would have been the daughter of her only son, who died in a plane crash along with his wife, leaving Melanie to be raised by her grandmother, her aunt and uncle.
She wasnt particularly interested in all this family detail, not now. How did Melanie die?
According to my dad, she had left town abruptly some months before her death. Trey seemed to be choosing his words. Apparently she was pregnant, only seventeen.
Pregnant. The odds were growing that this girl had been her mother. They kicked her out? Anger cut through Amanda.
No, nothing like that. They sent her away to have the baby and give it up for adoption. Then she was supposed to come home and pretend it hadnt happened.
That didnt seem much better to Amanda. Thats...barbaric.
Old-fashioned. Conservative. Proud. Thats the Winthrop family. Or Elizabeth, anyway.
Im surprised Melanie ever wanted to see them again. Focus. Dont think of her as your mother, not yet, or you wont be thinking straight.
Trey took her arm as she climbed over a tree trunk on the path. Maybe she didnt. According to my dad, she didnt go through with their plans for her. She disappeared, and nothing more was heard of her until her body was found at the base of the falls.
For several minutes, Amanda had been aware of a faint roaring noise, growing louder as they walked. Now they stepped into a cleared area as the path ended at a stream. And above them loomed the falls.
For a moment Amanda couldnt speak. Shed lived with the painting for years, and shed seen numerous photos since shed identified the location. But nothing had prepared her for the overpowering force of the water rushing down the steep face of rock.
She fell from up there? She finally found her voice. It must be close to a hundred feet.
Ninety-some, he said. I dont think they know how high up she was when she fell. It wouldnt have needed to be all the way to the top to be fatal.
The story Esther had told her, that if you climbed up the trail by the falls alone, youd hear something following you, coming after you, slid into Amandas mind like a snake. She chased it out again. The trail was a faint, almost impassable-looking line winding up along the right side of the rushing water.
Amanda gave herself a mental shake. There had been nothing eerie about what happened to the girl. Just tragic.
What was she doing here, of all places? If she came back, it must have been to see her family, wasnt it?
Apparently not, Trey said. He was staring at the falls, too. At least they claim to have heard nothing from her. I havent had a chance to talk with the police chief yet, but I will. Still, Im not sure how forthcoming hes going to be.
Amanda registered his words without really taking them in. She felt drawn nearer the base of the falls, her eyes on the jagged rocks. The girl who might have been her mother died there.
She tried the words out, but they seemed meaningless. Juliet was still the person she pictured as her mother, and Juliet had died in a spate of meaningless gunfire on a city street.
Are you okay? Trey clasped her arm, his hand warm even through the sleeve of her shirt and the sweater she wore.
Yes. She clipped off the word. Can you actually get to the top from here? It looks impossible.
Its actually not that bad. He pointed to the small opening between two boulders. Look, theres a path that winds up through the rocks. Once you get started, its pretty easy to follow, but the rocks are slippery, especially when its windy and the spray is carried onto the path.
I see. The safe thing would be to stand back and feel...whatever it was shed thought shed feel when she came here. But she felt compelled to see what it was like to climb up.
Would Juliet have climbed to the top when she was here? Maybe notthe painting had been done from the bottom. But the unknown Melanie might have.
Amanda clambered over the intervening rocks and took the first few steps up before Trey reached her.
Hey, wait a second. He caught her arm. Always take a buddy with you when you climb. Thats what our scoutmaster told us.
I wont go far. I just want to see... That quickly, she hit a wet patch on the rock, and her foot slid.
Trey grabbed her in an instant, holding her steady against his solid body. Take it easy. You dont want to add to the accident count.
She tilted her head back so she could see his face and nearly lost track of what she was going to say. He was so close she could see the small scar at the corner of his eyebrow, close enough to smell the faint, clean scent of him.
I couldnt kill myself falling from here, she said, annoyed with herself for sounding breathless.
No, but you could easily break an ankle on the rocks. He looked away, as if he found their closeness uncomfortable.
She had to ask the question that had filled her mind. Was it really an accident? How could they know if no one saw it?
You mean it might have been suicide? His eyes narrowed, considering. I dont know how the police came to that decision. The police chief may have some ideas about it, if hes willing to talk to me.
If I ask him... she began.
Hed freeze you out at the first implication that the police hadnt done their job properly, especially where the Winthrop family is concerned.
She suddenly needed to distance herself from him. She stepped down, then down again, well aware of his steadying hand on her arm. When they reached the bottom, Barney stopped running back and forth in agitation and nuzzled her hand. She patted him and then turned to face Trey as he jumped lightly down the last step.
Are you saying the Winthrop family owns the police force as well as everything else in this town?
No. Treys face darkened, and he seemed to make an effort to speak evenly. I mean that a man in the chiefs position isnt going to speak to an outsider about a police case to begin with. And if there was any question about whether Melanies death was accident or suicide, the kindest thing would be to opt for accident and spare the family that added pain.
She thought of the seventeen-year-old, sent away at what had probably been the most difficult time of her life. Maybe they deserved it.