More intrigued by Barts attitude than anything else, Mac raised an eyebrow. Is Ms. Beaumont threatening you with bad publicity? How?
Not exactly. Bart hesitated as if balancing the wisdom of confiding in the police against his obvious irritation with the Beaumont woman. But shes stirring up talk about her unfortunate brothers death. You know how uncomfortable that was. I think it best that it be forgotten, not dragged into the public eye again.
In other words, Bart Gordon had the wind up because of Kate Beaumonts interest in her brothers death. But why? Thered never been any suggestion of involvement on the part of the company.
I cant run the woman out of town because she makes you uncomfortable, he pointed out.
I know. But its just so inconsiderate. Weve already dealt with all that unpleasantness, and it certainly wasnt our fault. If Id known the boy was likely to go back to drugs, Id never have agreed to give him a chance. He was beginning to sound petulant, and Macs supply of courtesy was running dangerously low.
He rose, hoping to indicate that the interview was over. Ill have a talk with her.
Yes, well, I suppose that will have to do. Bart made it as far as the door before his grievance burst out again. What does she want here, anyway? And why did it take her over a year to decide she had to come?
Muttering a soothing word or two, Mac eased him out the door and closed it firmly.
But the question lingered in his mind. Little though he wanted to admit it, Bart Gordon did have a point. Why had Kate Beaumont waited over a year to come to the place where her brother died?
* * *
KATE WALKED THE flagstone path to the cottage, disappointed but not deterred by the failure of her effort to speak to Russell Sheldon. Apparently it was true that the retiree was in poor health, since a caregiver had opened the door at his house and politely but firmly declined Kates request to speak to him.
Very firmlyalmost as if shed been warned that Kate might come calling. Someone from the financial office had probably tipped off the woman, and it would be interesting to know who it had been.
She passed into the shade cast by the tall hedge along the side of the bed-and-breakfast, chilled when she stepped out of the bright autumn sunshine. She glanced up. The clear, crisp day seemed to accentuate the bright colors that appeared here and there on the ridge that isolated the town. She wasnt sure shed enjoy living in a place where the hills crowded so close.
One refusal didnt spell the end. The caregiver had to leave sometime. Shed just have to catch Sheldon at a time when he was alone. No good reporter would ever give up after the first rebuff.
The walkway led to the stoop at the front door, where she exchanged the shadow of the hedge for those of the shrubs that overhung the cottage. Had Jason ever felt claustrophobic, living in such an enclosed space?
Kate drew out her keys, her fingers caressing the silver dragon on the key ring before they selected the door key. But when she touched the door, the key wasnt necessary. The door was unlocked, and it swung soundlessly open a few inches.
She stepped back, her heart pounding. She hadnt left the cottage unlocked. Double-checking the locks was second nature for someone whod spent her life in an urban area, and Tom had drilled safety and self-defense into both of them.
No sound came from the cottage, but that didnt mean it was safe to go in. She threaded her fingers through her keys, almost hearing her stepfathers voice instructing her, and grasped her cell phone with the other hand. She pushed the door wide with her foot and peered inside, senses alert.
Nothing. At this point, Toms instructions would have stressed moving away and calling the police, but she had no desire for another encounter with Mac Whiting.
Kate took a cautious step inside, then another, and listened, holding her breath. After a moment or two, tense muscles began to relax. Whoever had been here must be gone.
Even as she thought it she sensed movement behind her. She whirled, striking out with the hand holding the keysget out, scream, run
Iron fingers grabbed her wrist before the blow could land. She froze, face-to-face with Mac, staring breathless into his narrowed eyes. For a long moment they stood very close, and the air seemed to quiver between them.
Then he stepped back, releasing her, his eyebrows lifting slightly. You always greet visitors that way?
Visitors generally knock. Kate grabbed for the shaken fragments of her composure.
The door was open. Whiting took hold of her wrist again, turning it to examine the points of the keys extending through her fingers. Very effective weapon.
The touch of his hand made her too aware of the fierce physical presence behind his lazy smile and small-town manner. She drew away, and he didnt attempt to stop her.
My stepfather was a cop. He taught us both self-defense.
You must have been his star pupil. He studied her face for a moment. You want to tell me what this is all about? I was just coming to talk to you. You came into the cottage as if you were expecting an attack.
Kate turned away, rubbing her fingers against the silver dragon. I locked the door when I left earlier, she said shortly. When I came back just now, it was unlocked.
Youre sure? He shot the question at her.
Of course Im sure, she snapped. I didnt grow up in Hicksville. I learned to lock doors as soon as I was tall enough to reach the knob.
Before shed finished, he was giving her a firm push toward the door. Go outside while I check the house. Without looking to see that she obeyed, he moved toward the bedroom, staying to the side as he opened the door.
Nothing happened. He disappeared into the room. Kate followed to find him surveying the clothes shed tossed on the bed. Mac gave her a sharp look. I thought I told you to go outside.
I dont follow orders well. She glanced around and shrugged. Doesnt look as if anythings disturbed in here.
Hed moved to the dresser, and she spoke again, impatient.
I didnt bring the crown jewels with me this trip. The only thing of value here is my computer. The computer. She spun and fled back to the other room. The computer still sat on the small side table shed appropriated to use as a desk.
Its still here. Mac spoke behind her. So apparently you havent been burgled.
Its here. Quickly she checked her files. Jasons diary was there, all right.
Everything okay? Mac had moved close enough that she felt his breath on her neck when he spoke. Close enough, most likely, to read the titles of the files. She shut the laptop.
Okay. Except that I left it turned off, and now its on.
But he was already moving to the kitchen, most of it visible from where they stood. Easy to make a mistake about a thing like that, isnt it? he said. And I think Ive solved the mystery. He held something up. Your burglar left you a present. Smells like nut bread.
Mrs. Anderson. Kates jaw was tight, and she struggled to relax it. She means to be kind, but...
But youd rather she didnt, he finished for her. His face took on the amused look that annoyed her so. Ive never heard of locking doors to keep out kindness.
Kate took a deep breath, trying to think of a response that didnt sound petty. She couldnt. Was there some reason you came over, Chief Whiting?
Mrs. Anderson. Kates jaw was tight, and she struggled to relax it. She means to be kind, but...
But youd rather she didnt, he finished for her. His face took on the amused look that annoyed her so. Ive never heard of locking doors to keep out kindness.
Kate took a deep breath, trying to think of a response that didnt sound petty. She couldnt. Was there some reason you came over, Chief Whiting?
His smile suggested he knew what she was thinking. Mac, please. It seems youve ruffled the feathers of one of our prominent residents.
She looked at him blankly for a moment. Who? She couldnt imagine Russell Sheldons caregiver going to the police about her visit.
Bart Gordon seems to think youre planning to stir up bad publicity for his company. He raised an eyebrow. And hes not yet aware that youre a reporter.
That comment seemed to come from left field. My profession has nothing to do with it. My reasons for being here are purely personal.
And they are?
Her fingers clenched, nails biting into her palms. Ive already told you. I want to see the place where my brother spent the last months of his life.
Yes, you told me. But I dont think you mentioned why you waited a year to come.
If she threw the computer at him, hed probably arrest her for assault. She glared at him instead. Not that its any of your business, but this is the first opportunity Ive had to get away from work for any length of time.
Mac seemed to be weighing her words, his eyes noncommittal.
Nettled, she couldnt keep from responding to what she suspected was disbelief. I think thats all I have to say on the subject. So unless you intend to arrest me for making the good residents of Laurel Ridge think about something theyd rather forget, Id appreciate it if youd leave.
His smile flickered. Ill buy that, for the moment. But if you ever decide to confide in me...
I wont. Her tone was tart.
In the meantime, take my advice and steer clear of Bart Gordon. We wouldnt want him charging you with harassment, would we? He gave her another extended look, then turned and walked out.
Kate let out a long breath. She hadnt seen the last of himthere was no doubt of that in her mind.
In the meantime, she had a more immediate problem. Obviously the landlady had come in, bearing food. But would she have started the computer? Somehow Kate didnt think so.
At least whoever had done so hadnt been able to get past the password, as far as she could see. But who? And why?
CHAPTER FOUR
KATE STOOD FROWNING at the computer for another moment. Then, realizing she was standing right in front of the window, she looked out, half expecting to see Mac Whiting staring in at her.
No one was there. She moved away from the window, and then went back and pulled the curtains closed. It made the small room dark, but it eliminated the sense that someone was watching her.
Rubbing her arms, she stalked into the kitchen. Mac had been right, of course. He seemed to make a habit of that. The neatly wrapped loaf on the counter bore a label. Nut bread, it proclaimed, in Mrs. Andersons already familiar writing.
Drat the man. Shed already been shaken at finding the cottage door unlocked, and the immediate confrontation with him had really knocked her off her balance. That was probably why shed had that intense awareness of him as a man. That, and the brief glimpse hed given her of an intense protectiveness lurking under his professionalism.
Hed rocked her, and she didnt want that. Didnt have time for it, and really didnt welcome it. There was no space in her thoughts right now for anything but her mission.
Why, Jason? Why? She had nothing but the last journal entry to go on. If only hed been clearer, just that one time.
Hed been upset, that much was evident. Hed talked about something wrong, something that had rocked him to his very soul.
Something so serious that he had taken his own life. Shed come reluctantly to that conclusion over a number of sleepless nights. It would be so much easier if she could believe hed died of an accidental overdose. But she couldnt.
Someone had hurt Jason beyond bearing. She had to know who. Why.
Shaking her head, she forced herself to concentrate on more immediate problems. Like who had been in the cottage while she was out.
Kate rested her hand on the smooth, rounded surface of the loaf. Granted that Mrs. Anderson had been in the cottage, she still came back to the conviction that the woman would not have turned on Kates computer. Naturally Mac would assume shed been mistaken about turning it off, but she distinctly remembered doing so.
There was no point in going over and over the same ground. Kate grabbed her bag and went quickly toward the door. Shed thank Mrs. Anderson for the nut bread and add, very politely, that shed rather the woman didnt come in when she wasnt there. Even a temporary tenant had a reasonable expectation of privacy, didnt she?
Crossing the yard, Kate tapped on the back door. Mrs. Anderson, busy with something at the stove, turned and waved her in.
The door was unlocked, and the first thing Kate noticed in the back hallway was a wooden rack attached to the wall, containing a row of keys, all neatly labeled. She hadnt noticed it when theyd come out this door the first time, probably because she was too intent on persuading Mrs. Anderson to let her have the cottage.
Obviously she didnt have to look far for a means by which someone could get into the cottage. That person had only to wait until Mrs. Anderson was in the front of the building, open the back door, reach in and lift the key from its hook. Apparently people here didnt have much concern for security.
Mrs. Anderson, wiping her hands on a towel, hurried to meet her. Sorry. I thought Id get a few coffee cakes baked to put in the freezer. Weekends get busy during the fall foliage season, you know.
I didnt realize, Kate said. And she had no idea what Mrs. Anderson considered busy. I just wanted to thank you for the nut bread you left for me today. That was so thoughtful. And I wish you hadnt. The thing is...
She ran out of words. Maybe Mac had been right about this. How could a person lock the door against kindness?
Its nothing at all. The woman waved her to a seat in the breakfast area. Goodness, Im baking all the time, it seems. And I worry about you, alone back there, just like Jason was. Now, youll stay and have a cup of coffee or tea, wont you? Or iced tea or cider?
Kate started to shake her head but changed her mind. In the interest of keeping good relations with Mrs. Anderson, she should accept. If they started chatting casually, she might find a way of suggesting that the cottage key be kept in a more secure location.
Iced tea, thanks. She settled into a chair and looked out on a flower bed filled with a colorful array of mums and asters.
Mrs. Anderson hurried to the refrigerator, returning to the table in moments with a tray holding a pitcher of tea, ice-filled glasses and fresh sprigs of mint. The woman must have been born to be a hostess.
Its nice of you to stop and visit. Mrs. Anderson poured tea into the glasses. How are you getting on, dear? Its not upsetting you too much, living where Jason did? Her round face crinkled with what seemed genuine concern.