The sound stilled again at the open door of the girls bedroom, just long enough for Grace to catch a fleeting glimpse of dark bootsnothing morebefore the footfalls continued down the hallway to her parents bedroom.
If shed called out a warning, would she have frightened the killer away? Or would she and Lily have met with the same fate as their parents?
There was no way of knowing, of course. And if shed learned anything in the twenty-three years since that night, it was that guilt couldnt change a damn thing about the past, but it could sure play hell with the present.
Using the key Lily had begrudgingly given her, Grace let herself into the quiet house. Since their grandmother had died, her sister had been living there all alone.
I couldnt do it.
Even after all these years, Grace still didnt like being alone in that house.
Im not as brave as Lily, she thought as she climbed the stairs.
The door to her and her sisters old bedroom was ajar, and Grace couldnt resist peeking in. She knew she should respect her sisters privacy, but curiosity got the better of her. Lily had been so careful about keeping that door closed, about shutting Grace out from the space theyd once shared, that the room had become almost symbolic of the barrier shed erected between them.
She knocked on the door. Lily, you in there?
Her sisters truck hadnt been in the driveway, but she could have pulled around back to park.
Grace pushed the door open a little wider. The scent of her sisters perfumea floral scent with a woodsy undertonedrifted out.
I just came back to pack up my things. Ill be out of your hair in no time.
Grace stood on the threshold and glanced around. Gone were the pink ruffles from their childhood and the rock-band posters from their adolescence. Lily had redone the room in a sophisticated palette of beige and grayish blue. Gone, too, were the canopied twin beds with matching coverlets and piles of pillows. In their place was a spacious queen-size with chic but minimalist bedding.
The room could have come straight from Graces townhouse in Austin. The sleek, urban furnishings seemed much more in keeping with her taste than Lilys. Her sister had always been such a romantic. But then, what did she really know about Lily these days? They hadnt been truly close since they were kids.
Regret tightened Graces chest as she backed out the door. Shed been staying in Rachels old bedroom since her return, and she hurried there now to pack up her things. As she fastened the lid on her last suitcase, she heard the squeak of a door and went out into the hallway to see if her sister had come in.
Lily?
Grace went to the top of the stairs and peered over the railing. Lily, is that you?
No answer.
She went back to Rachels room, grabbed the suitcases and carried them down the hallway.
As she approached the landing, she heard another sound, this time from Lilys room.
Or so she thought.
As Grace started to turn, she caught a blur of movement out of the corner of her eye a split second before something hit her from behind.
Her bags tumbled down the stairs as she tried to grab hold of the banister to check her fall.
But it was too late. Already, she was plunging headlong down the wooden staircase.
When she hit the bottom, she rolled onto her back, so dazed she couldnt immediately process what had happened. Nor did she feel any pain.
In the space of a heartbeat, the only thing that registered was a face at the top of the stairs, peering down at her.
Chapter Two
As Cage Nichols watched the cloud of steam mushroom over the hood of his car, he was reminded of his mothers favorite saying: Son, if we didnt have bad luck, we wouldnt have no luck at all.
Back then, Cage hadnt entirely subscribed to Darleens pessimistic outlook on life. Sure, theyd seen a lot of hard times after the old man took off, but Cage had been a good-looking, popular kid with a talent for football and girls, and hed never minded hard work. Growing up in a small East Texas town, he hadnt needed much else.
But out in the real world, hed discovered soon enough that a man needed more than looks and gumption to get by. Even a good education and the right connections could only take him so far. What a man really had to have was a little luck.
Cage could remember the exact moment when his had run outat precisely 9:56 on a Friday night sixteen years ago.
Hed caught the winning touchdown in the last game of the season just as the clock wound down. In that moment of mindless exhilaration, hed failed to note the two-hundred-and-fifty-pound linebacker still bearing down on him from his left. The late hit had caught him completely off guard, and the resulting knee injury had ended his dream of a full-ride scholarship to Southern Methodist University.
Ten years later, a hollow-nose bullet fired at close range from a thugs 9mm handgun into the same knee had ended his career as a SWAT officer with the Dallas P.D.
Now Cage sold oilfield equipment for his brother-in-law, Wayne Cordell. Or tried to.
His sales record had been pretty dismal thus far, partly because of the downturn in the economy, but mostly because Cage wasnt much of a salesman.
Which was why he desperately needed to close the El Paso deal.
Which was why the steam pouring out of the grill of his car as he coasted to the shoulder of the road made him want to put his fist through the windshield.
Instead, he got out, raised the hood, then slammed it shut a few minutes later. Just his luck. Hed blown a damn radiator hose.
Helluva place to be stranded, he thought, as he took stock of his surroundings. He was literally in the middle of nowhere. A good hundred and eighty miles from El Paso and less than twenty miles from the Mexican border. A no-mans-land of tumbleweed, cholla cactus, and whatever wildlife could survive the blistering Chihuahuan Desert heat.
Sweat trickled down Cages back as he got out his phone and checked for a signal. Nada.
Well, that figured.
What aggravated him more than the inconvenience of the breakdown was Waynes warning before Cage left Dallas. That clunker wont get you as far as Waco, much less El Paso. Just fly down there tomorrow, close the deal, and get your ass back here with that contract. Or else dont bother coming back at all, hed added with an ominous glare.
If Cage had followed his brother-in-laws advice, hed already be in El Paso working on his pitch for the four oclock meeting. Afterward, he could have hopped on a Southwest Airlines jet and been back home in time for the Mavericks tip-off since they were playing on the West Coast that night.
But, no.
Cage had had the bright idea to drive down overnight, drop in on a few of their best customers and hope that the personal touch and a little charm might persuade them to throw a couple of bones his way.
But that hadnt exactly worked out like gangbusters. Mostly, it had been a big waste of time.
So, not only would he end up getting canned for blowing the El Paso deal, hed have to listen to Waynes I told you so from now until eternityor until his sister wised up and divorced the smug bastard.
Not that Cage was in any position to cast stones. He was hardly a catch himself these days. And if he hadnt been so damn hardheaded, he wouldnt be in his current predicamentmiles off the beaten track, stuck in the desert with a half-empty water bottle and a dead cell phone to his name.
Not that Cage was in any position to cast stones. He was hardly a catch himself these days. And if he hadnt been so damn hardheaded, he wouldnt be in his current predicamentmiles off the beaten track, stuck in the desert with a half-empty water bottle and a dead cell phone to his name.
Things are really looking up for you, buddy.
He tried to find the bright side as he watched an earless lizard peeking through the orange blossoms of a prickly pear. At least he wasnt that far from the nearest town. Hed seen a sign a few miles back for a place called San Miguel.
But when Cage got out his map, he couldnt find it in the listings. Probably one of those tiny outposts along the Mexican border that time and civilization had forsaken.
He was doubtful hed find a garage there, but surely hed be able to use a landline to call for a tow truckfrom somewhere. At the very least, he could let the El Paso folks know hed likely be later than four.
He glanced at his watch. High noon. With any luckand hed be a fool to count on thathe could be up and running by two, and if he put the pedal to the metal, he might still make El Paso by five, with just enough time to close the deal and keep Wayne off his back.
Wishful thinking, but what else did he have going for him at the moment?
Grabbing the water bottle from the car, Cage tucked the folded map in his back pocket and struck out on foot. The desert was like an oven this time of day, and his shirt and hair were soon soaked with sweat.
He could feel the hot pavement burning through his boots, and the sight of a rattler sunning itself on the side of the road didnt exactly improve his mood, nor did the circling buzzards overhead. He ignored the vultures and gave the snoozing snake a wide berth as he kept on walking.
By the time he arrived in San Miguel, a grimy little settlement of crumbling brick buildings and faded adobe houses, the blistering heat had sapped his energy and his bum knee felt as if someone had punched red-hot needles through the muscles.
As he hobbled down the baking sidewalk, Cage took note of the businessesa pawn shop, a pool hall, a boarded-up gas station, two churches and up ahead, a post office, judging by the flags waving overhead. But no garage.
The main thoroughfare through town was paved, but dust swirled up like a cyclone as a black SUV with tinted windows sped by him. It was a late-model vehicle and expensive. Cage wondered what it was doing way out here in the middle of nowhere. But then, whoever was behind those tinted windows could be thinking the same thing about him.
An old red pickup truck pulled to the curb in front of the post office, and an attractive blonde in tight jeans and a pink T-shirt hopped out of the cab. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, highlighting her smooth, tanned complexion and the shimmering lip gloss that was the exact shade of her shirt.
She was young, but not so young that her lingering glance made Cage uneasy. She was probably in her early to midtwenties. Fair game if hed been in the mood.
Excuse me, he said as he limped toward her.
Well, hello. She planted a hand on her blue-jeaned hip as she gave him an interested perusal. Where did you come from, mister? We dont get many strangers around here.
Just walked in from the desert, Cage said, and tried to muster up a halfway friendly smile.
I can believe that. No offense, hon, but you look like five miles of bad road. Better move into the shade before you keel over from heatstroke.
He stepped under the awning that hung over the post office entrance. Ill be fine as soon as I find a phone, he said. Or a garage. Or preferably both.
Well, youre in luck, she said as she lifted her arms to straighten her ponytail. The action tightened the thin cotton of her shirt across her breasts, which Cage was pretty sure she was well aware of. Most any business along Main Street will let you use their phone and we happen to have a pretty good mechanic in town. And if you flash those dimples again She gave him a wink. Somebody might even rustle you up a drink. You look like you could use one.
I wouldnt say no to a cold beer.
I just bet you wouldnt. She gave him a knowing smile. Well, then, you just head on up to Lesters garage. You cant miss it. Itll be on your left, just past the beauty shop. Once youre done there, have him point you in the direction of Del Fuegos. Coldest beer in town.
Thanks.
You bet.
She hesitated for a moment, as if waiting for another response. When Cage merely nodded, she shrugged. See you around, stranger. Then she headed into the post office without a backward glance.
Five minutes later, Cage stood in front of a dilapidated building with a dirt parking lot and a faded sign out front with moveable letters that had once spelled GARAGE. Now it read G RAGE.
It had occurred to Cage about two seconds after the blonde disappeared into the post office that shed been angling for an invitation to join him for a drink. In another time, another place, he might have made the effort to set something up with her, but right now he had more pressing matters on his mind than taking a beautiful woman to bed.
Which just went to show how pathetically desperate he really was.
The smell of rubber and motor oil permeated the air as he walked up to the open bay and rang the bell mounted on the side of the wall.
After a few moments, a young man in greasy coveralls appeared in the doorway. Help you?
As Cage briefly explained the situation, the mechanic took off his cap and mopped the back of his neck with the same filthy rag hed used to wipe his hands.
Sounds like a busted radiator hose all right, he said when Cage was finished.
Cage glanced at the car inside the garage. I can probably fix it myself if youre all tied up. All I need is a new hose.
I wont have anything in stock thatll fit that make and model. Youll have to get it from the parts store.
Okay. Wheres that?
Nearest one is in Redford. Thats twenty miles east of here. Im heading over there first thing in the morning for some brake pads. I can pick up a hose for you then if you want me to.
That wont do me much good, Cage said. I need to be in El Paso no later than five oclock today.
Lester shook his head. Sorry, mister, but you wont be going anywhere with that busted radiator hose.
He was right about that.
Mentally, Cage tallied up the cash he had on hand. How much will it take to persuade you to make that trip to Redford today instead of in the morning?
Lester seemed to consider the proposition for a moment, then shook his head. Id like to help you out, but Im right in the middle of a transmission overhaul.
Fifty dollars, Cage said. Thatll pay your gas and then some for a trip youre going to have to make anyway.
Like I said, Id like to help you out and all, but I just dont see how
A hundred bucks. That would take a big bite out of his wallet, but Cage didnt see any other way around it. Besides, he had a company credit card he could always fall back on.
All right. You got yourself a deal. Lester tossed the rag into a rusted-out barrel and waited patiently while Cage counted out the money.
Fifty now, fifty when you get back, he said. That okay with you?