Cold Target Part 28
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"How much do you know about your sister?"
"Only that she was born somewhere around Memphis and was taken away from my mother. I don't know how, or why, or even who. I know the approximate date. Nothing more."
"An informal adoption then?"
"I think so. I don't know. We can't find a birth certificate."
"When your home was trashed, was anything taken pertaining to this mysterious daughter?"
"No. I hadn't had time to do anything."
"It might have been an attempt to distract you," he said.
"But why? Who would care about an adoption thirty-plus years ago?"
That was the question that kept ringing in his head.
But he knew from long experience that the immediate questions were probably not the right questions.
"Anything else?" he asked. "Anything you can remember that might have even the slightest relations.h.i.+p to the events of the past few days?"
She shook her head.
"What was your father's reaction to your sister?" He kept coming back to Charles Rawson.
She shook her head slowly. "He would never hurt my mother or myself. We've had differences. More than one. But I am sure of that." She paused. "He would be mortified if this came out about my mother."
"I would think he would be more concerned with his daughter's safety."
Her face flushed. Her eyes glinted. She was becoming defensive.
Because he'd hit a sore spot.
"Can I go home?" she asked.
"I'll talk to Wagner." His emotions were reeling. Her terror came through, even though she was very good at hiding it. And her grief about her mother's friend. He'd wanted to take her in his arms. Tell her that he would help. That he would be there.
It had taken all his willpower to remain cool and professional. Yet that had been what she needed now.
Today showed she continued to be in danger. Mrs. Starnes's death proved someone would stop at nothing.
How much of a catalyst was Meredith Rawson?
And how much a target?
*Chapter Sixteen*
'NEW ORLEANS'.
Meredith struggled to keep her composure as she hugged the dog to her. He whined to get away, to check on his mistress. How long had the two been together?
She rubbed her cheek against the dog's fur. She would not cry, even though grief wrapped around her heart. She couldn't shrug off the guilt, no matter what Gage Gaynor said.
The only way to help now was to care for the dog.
She glanced at the front door. She wanted to leave this house. She wanted to go home. But that, too, had been violated. Despite the new alarm system, she hadn't really felt safe at home. She wondered whether she ever would again.
'Get over it'. She was an attorney. She prided herself on her toughness and control. She had seen horrendous situations both as a prosecutor and as a private attorney.
But she had never before been the focal point of violence.
The dog licked her hand anxiously.
"It's okay, Nicky," she said softly. "I'll find someone for you."
But 'someone' wasn't his mistress, and she was fully aware of that.
Gage returned. "You can go for now. I'll drive you home."
Not "May I?" Or "Can I?" An order. Like her father always gave.
"My car is here," she argued.
"I'll have a patrolman drive it to your house later."
She didn't want to capitulate. Didn't want to need him. Didn't want to need anyone.
But she did. She needed someone now. Not to protect her. But to share her sorrow for a woman she didn't know.
A warning voice told her that someone shouldn't be-- couldn't be--Gage Gaynor. She didn't want to break down in front of him, and she was frighteningly close to that point right now. Her mother's illness, her mother's secret, the attempt on her life, the tras.h.i.+ng of her home, and now this.
Emotional overload. She recognized it. She'd seen it too many times in her clients. She knew there was a breaking point, and she wanted hers to come in private.
"No," she said sharply. "You have things to do here."
He sighed heavily. "Meredith. Someone died today. It may or may not be connected to you, but it's a h.e.l.l of a coincidence if it isn't. I'm not going to let you go home alone to an empty house. If I have to follow you, I will."
"Then you will have to follow me," she said. It was better than being in the same car with him, seduced by the sight and sound and scent of him.
He nodded curtly. "Ready."
She stood, still holding the dog. He was an armful. A furry armful. He squirmed, protesting, and she whispered to him. He quieted and drooped forlornly against her.
Gage reached for him, but she shook her head. "I'll take care of him."
Gage shrugged.
"You 'will' tell the relatives about him?" she asked him again. She had no time in her life for a dog. Her hours were horrendous.
"Yes."
"If no one wants him..."
"You can take him to the shelter. Or keep him." He was looking at her with a raised eyebrow. Quizzically.
She knew she would never take the dog to the shelter. She owed Mrs. Starnes. Outside, she lowered the dog to the ground and he walked with her to her car. The house now was surrounded by police cars and uniformed police. She saw that several were at doors up and down the street, obviously canva.s.sing the neighborhood for possible witnesses.
She reached her car and held the door open while the dog reluctantly got in. She was blocked by one police car, and she saw Gage talking to several officers. One moved the car behind her while Gage got into an unmarked car.
For a moment, she regretted her decision. She remembered how at ease she'd felt with him last night, how comfortable because of, or in spite of, the attraction that spiked between them.
She drove slowly, touching the dog occasionally. Talking to him. He sat upright in the pa.s.senger seat, his eyes seldom leaving her, as if she would help him fathom what was happening to him.
Fifteen minutes later, she parked in the driveway. It was the later part of dusk, and the air was hot and thick, laden with moisture. The sweet smell of hibiscus and magnolia permeated the air. She got out and opened the gate into the back, then returned to the car and drove inside. Gage parked outside.
He joined her at the door and took out his revolver. With the other hand, he took her key and opened the door, stepping inside first. She followed, punching in the code numbers of the security system.
"Stay here," he said, and moved forward without giving her a chance to say aye or nay.
She remained at the door, clutching the leash. Nicky stood still, panting nervously.
In minutes, Gage returned. "Everything looks okay. You might want to look through it before I leave, make sure no one has been here."
She had no argument left in her. She took the leash off Nicky and went to her office, the dog plodding behind her. She turned on her new computer. No one had used it since her last log-on. Her desk looked undisturbed. She returned to the living room, where he was inspecting her telephone.
Then she remembered his comment that her home and phones should be checked for listening devices.
"Anything?" she asked in little more than a whisper.
He didn't answer. His attention was fixed on the parts of the telephone receiver he'd separated. He took out a tiny piece of metal and balanced it in his hand, then carefully replaced it. Then he led her out to the back porch.
"The phone is bugged. I'll check the one in the kitchen and the one upstairs as well. Your burglar must have installed them between tras.h.i.+ng your home. Perhaps the vandalism was just a cover for that."
She tried to tamp her growing anger. A malevolent presence had been listening to her every word to friends, a.s.sociates, clients.
"What do you want to do?" he asked. "It might be better if whatever did this doesn't know you've discovered it."
"All right." She hesitated. "Do you think any of the rooms...?"
"I doubt it. That's harder to monitor than a phone line. But I'll have someone sweep the house. Just be careful what you say on the phone." He leaned over and touched her cheek. "Be careful, period. It could be dangerous."
"As opposed to what?" she asked.
He smiled. "That's the Meredith Rawson I know."
But she didn't want to be diverted. "You think Mrs. Starnes died because I tried to reach her?"
He shrugged. "It's a possibility."
"We still don't know if there's any connection other than the fact I found... her." Even she knew how weak that comment was. The person found at the scene of a crime was always the first suspect. Ironically, Meredith had probably told the killer through the bugged phone how to find Mrs. Starnes.
His gaze met hers. It did not allow self-delusion. "Tell me more about your half sister. Everything that has happened to you follows too closely your attempts to locate her."
"I planned to go to Memphis this week and see what I could find out."
"Alone?"
"Yes."
"I have some vacation coming. I'll go with you."
She knew she should say no. He had a way of distracting her. "I'm leaving Thursday. I want to check area obstetricians practicing at the time of my sister's birth. And attorneys. I doubt whether anyone is still in practice but..."
"I can manage that."
"I don't think it's a good idea."
"Going alone is a worse idea."
"Perhaps Sarah ..." But she knew neither Becky nor Sarah could go with her. They both had families of their own. And he was right. Danger seemed to lurk around every corner.
She didn't consider herself a stupid person. And she would have to be quite stupid not to realize she was in the midst of a situation she didn't understand. A deadly situation.
"All right," she said.
"A little more enthusiasm please." A small crooked smile accompanied the words.
"I'm 'not' enthusiastic. You and I... we are like gunpowder and fire."
"And you object to fireworks?"
"When they're uncontrolled," she replied. "Don't you?"
He studied her for a moment. Then shrugged. "I'm not sure," he admitted wryly.
At least he had some of the same doubts that haunted her.
"I don't like leaving you alone here."
"I'm not alone. I have Nicky."
Cold Target Part 28
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