Cold Dawn Part 4

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He headed outside, and she glanced at the old iron bed, the oak veneer dresser and mismatched chairs, the crooked door to the bathroom. In the months after she'd inherited the cabins, Jo Harper had let friends, mostly in law enforcement, borrow them for a week or long weekend here and there. In November, after Charlie Neal, the vice president's genius sixteen-year-old son, played a prank on her and she ran into trouble with the Secret Service, she retreated to the best of the lot until things in Was.h.i.+ngton could cool down.

Elijah had been home from war, a hundred yards up the lake. Now Jo was wearing the diamond ring he'd bought for her fifteen years ago, when he was nineteen and she was eighteen.

Rose shut the door tight behind her, barely noticing the cold on her walk back to her Jeep. Ranger sat up and yawned as she got behind the wheel. "Funny how things work out sometimes, isn't it, buddy?"

He slumped back down, and she turned the Jeep around and headed back to the main road.

Next stop, Black Falls Lodge and her brother A.J.



With any luck, Nick wouldn't be there.

When Rose arrived at the lodge, she didn't see Nick's rented car in the parking lot. She gave Ranger a quick walk, again not bothering with her hat and gloves. She paused and squinted out at the white-covered mountains in the distance. Up closer, she noticed a few cross-country skiers on the groomed trails in the meadow behind the lodge. If she'd brought Ranger here this morning instead of to the Whittaker place, who would have discovered Derek's body? Would he even have gone out there?

Would he be alive now?

She s.h.i.+vered in the cold and headed inside with Ranger.

She was surprised to find Brett Griffin, one of Derek's two friends who'd been in the fight at O'Rourke's last year, standing in front of the stone fireplace in the lobby. Ranger flopped down next to him.

"It definitely was Derek," Brett said, his voice quavering as he stared at the fire, flames rising from logs cut from managed woodlots on lodge property. He didn't seem to notice the heat. His light brown hair curled below the line of his jaw, and he wore a heavy wool sweater and wind pants that were baggy on his lanky frame. "The police found me at Harper Four Corners and told me. I was taking pictures for a photography project I'm working on...." He trailed off, his anguish obvious.

"I'm sorry, Brett," Rose said, suppressing her own emotions. "I know Derek was a friend."

Ranger placed his head on Brett's boot. Brett smiled, as if forcing himself to focus. "I guess I'm still in shock. I've only been back in Black Falls a few weeks. I'm house-sitting up the road for one of my ski students. It's perfect, or so I thought."

"Have you seen much of Derek since you've been back?"

"No, not really. I haven't had much to do with him since last winter. I thought he was going to stay in Colorado, but he had established contacts in Vermont. I ran into him at Okemo last week. He seemed good." Brett faltered, glancing back at the fire. "I know we weren't favorites around here."

Rose placed a hand on the back of one the comfortable, overstuffed chairs arranged in front of the fire. "People know you weren't a big part of the fight last year. You didn't hara.s.s Hannah."

"I didn't stop Derek."

"When you saw him, did he mention he wanted to talk to me or that he planned to go out to the Whittaker place?"

"No, nothing like that. We just talked about skiing. d.a.m.n. This is awful." Brett eased his foot out from under Ranger's head. "Just what you all need."

"Never mind us. We'll get through it."

"Finding him this morning must have been hard on you."

"It was," she said softly.

Brett didn't speak for a moment. The fire crackled, glowing chunks of a log s.h.i.+fting as it burned. "Derek liked you, Rose. He never got into whatever went on between you two last winter, but I know he felt bad about it."

Suddenly feeling warm, she unzipped her jacket. "None of that matters now."

"I guess it doesn't. It's hard to believe he's dead." Brett pointed to the lobby door. "I should go."

"I can run you up the road if you'd like."

He gave a faint smile. "The exercise will do me good." He lifted a down vest off the back of a chair and shrugged it on, then snapped it up, his hands steady but his movements slow, as if every snap were a struggle. When he finished, he looked at Rose, tears s.h.i.+ning in his pale gray eyes. "I know that fight at O'Rourke's last year wasn't Derek's first or his last. He could be a real b.a.s.t.a.r.d. What if someone had it in for him?"

"Who would?" Rose asked. "Just because some people didn't like him doesn't mean anyone wanted him dead."

Brett pulled a knitted hat from his vest pocket but didn't put it on, just held it bunched up in one hand. "Rose...do you think there's any chance Derek killed himself? I don't mean to be so blunt, but if his death wasn't an accident, then maybe it was suicide and not murder."

"I don't know what happened to Derek."

"Of course you don't. Sorry. d.a.m.n, this isn't what I expected when I got up this morning. I'll be around. Let me know if there's anything I can do." His cheeks reddened with embarra.s.sment. "As if there would be. You Camerons can take care of yourselves, that's for sure. I'll see you later."

He left quickly, mumbling h.e.l.lo as he pa.s.sed A.J. coming in.

Rose watched her older brother walk stiffly to the stone fireplace. He patted Ranger, then grabbed a log from a copper box, pulled back the screen in front of the fire and set the log on the red-hot coals. "It's quiet around here," he said, replacing the screen. "Midweek, not that many guests. Most everyone's out enjoying the good weather."

"A.J.-"

He held up a hand and turned to her, his back to the fire. "I should have stopped you from going out to the Whittaker place from the beginning. I didn't understand why you wanted to, but I wasn't going to come between you and your work-you and Ranger."

"I appreciate that."

She could see the pain in A.J.'s blue eyes, which so reminded her of their father. "You must be beat. Have you had lunch?"

"I had something at the cafe. I just wanted to stop by before I head home."

"You shouldn't be alone, Rose. Why don't you stay here tonight? Your favorite room's available. Or you can stay with us at the house." He seemed to make an effort to smile. "The kids love their aunt Rose."

"Thanks, but I'll be fine at home. I'll have Ranger-"

"Ranger's great, but he's still a dog."

Normally she'd have come back with a retort, but she didn't have one.

A.J. sighed and unzipped his canvas coat. "I talked to Elijah. He's debating whether to head back up here. He says he's not getting much done in D.C., anyway."

"What about Sean?" Rose asked.

"Nick Martini had already called him." A.J.'s gaze narrowed slightly. "I a.s.sume you know Nick's staying here."

"I do, yes," she said, keeping her tone neutral.

"He was just here. He grabbed a sandwich and took off again. He didn't say where he was going. He drove. That's all I know."

Rose glanced down at Ranger, settled in comfortably on the hearth. She could hear the suspicion and curiosity in her brother's voice, but he wouldn't ask her outright if there was anything personal between her and Nick. She'd wondered last week when Sean was in town if he had begun to suspect, but he hadn't said anything. Of her three brothers, Elijah was the most likely to flat-out interrogate her about her love life, but they all kept a watchful eye on her, especially since their father's death. Now Nick would be facing her brothers' scrutiny.

Would he even care?

Probably not, Rose thought.

She couldn't imagine where he'd gone. To confer with the firefighters on the scene that morning? To pry information about her from people in town?

She could hear the squeals and laughter of small children down the hall and knew they were from Jim and Baylee, her four-year-old nephew and two-year-old niece.

A.J. took in a shallow breath. "Lauren's having a hard time with this," he said, referring to his wife of five years.

"I'm sorry, A.J."

"Never mind. We'll get through it. Take care of yourself, Rose. Let us know if there's anything we can do."

"I will. Thanks."

He left her by the fire to join his wife and children in the dining room. Rose quickly got Ranger onto his feet, acknowledging with a little jolt of surprise as they headed out that she felt better for having seen her brother. She didn't lack for offers of company, friends.h.i.+p, solidarity and even protection, but she was looking forward to being back on her hill, alone, with her dog.

She drove out to Four Corners and turned up Cameron Mountain Road. Her small house was tucked onto a hillside, with expansive views of the surrounding mountains and valley. Anyone could stand at the top of her driveway with a pair of binoculars and see people getting in and out of cars in the Black Falls Lodge parking lot.

Which was what Lowell Whittaker had done in November.

He'd waited, watching for Melanie Kendall, one of his hired killers, to get into her car. When she did, he'd set off the crude pipe bomb he'd a.s.sembled and placed under the driver's seat. She'd screwed up an a.s.signment and the penalty was death.

Rose had been out of town at the time. When Hannah and Sean had uncovered Lowell's role in the violence in Black Falls, they learned that he himself had killed Melanie Kendall.

But what if he'd had help?

As Rose pulled into her steep driveway, she noticed Nick's rented car parked close to a s...o...b..ck and eased in next to it, sighing at Ranger. "We have company."

She noted smoke curling out of the chimney and figured Nick, being a bold type, had built a fire in her woodstove and made himself comfortable. Maybe he was taking a nap. He'd be jet-lagged, after all, and he hadn't had a good first day in Black Falls.

She and Ranger took the stone steps to the back door. She kicked off her boots in the tiled mudroom, grabbed a rag from a peg and wiped off his wet, muddy paws, then went through the cozy kitchen into the adjoining living room.

Nick was stretched out on the couch with his ankles crossed. He hadn't taken off his boots.

"Locks, Rose," he said, sitting up. "Locks."

Ranger seemed unoffended by Nick's presence and collapsed on his bed by the woodstove, a brisk fire burning behind the gla.s.s doors. Rose stayed on her feet. "I have locks."

"Doesn't matter if you don't use them."

"How much difference do you think locked doors would make if someone wanted to get in here?" She gestured out at her view of the mountains, shades of white, blue and gray in the afternoon sun. "I have no neighbors. There's no one else close enough to hear someone break a window."

He rolled up onto his feet, his dark gray sweater-probably cashmere-falling neatly over his flat abdomen. "You're obviously not afraid living up here by yourself."

"Why should I be afraid? If you want to check the cellar and closets for intruders, go right ahead."

"Maybe I already have." He pointed to her small flat-screen television. "No cable?"

"I have DVDs, and I love to read."

"I've been through your DVDs. You have the entire collection of the new BBC Jane Austen videos and all four Die Hard movies. You do mystify, Rose Cameron."

She smiled. "Good."

He glanced out at the mountains. "Nightfall comes early up here in the winter. Do you have an extra bedroom or do I get the couch?"

"You get to go back to the lodge."

His eyes skimmed over her, as if he were gauging just what tone he should take with her. "Then you're staying at the lodge tonight, too?"

"I didn't say that-"

"I'll sleep in my car at the bottom of your driveway if I have to, Rose. You found a dead man this morning. Either he wanted you to find him or someone else did."

"Or his death was a terrible accident." She spun over to her woodbox and saw that he'd refilled it. "Or you were meant to find him. Have you considered that, Nick? I hadn't run into so much as a dead chipmunk at the Whittaker place. Then you show up in town, and look what happens."

"Then maybe I should stay here so you and Ranger can protect me."

"Give it up."

She felt as if she were talking to a s.e.xy stranger, not a man she'd slept with.

Nick walked over to the front windows. "Sean mentioned that he, A.J. and Elijah read you the riot act about spending so much time alone."

"I've traveled a lot this past year with my work, but I haven't gone anywhere this winter."

She knew she'd taken on more than she'd needed to-that she'd been running away from her past with Derek Cutshaw, her grief over her father's death, even the scare over nearly losing her brother Elijah in combat. Since Lowell Whittaker's arrest in January, she'd made a conscious effort to refocus on her work with the lodge and reconnect with her hometown and even her family.

Nick continued to stare out at the mountains. "Tell me about you and Derek Cutshaw."

His question caught her off guard. She felt her entire body stiffen and shook her head. "This isn't happening."

He glanced back at her and shrugged. "Okay. I'll get one of your brothers to ask you."

"You're missing an important point here, Nick. My brothers and I may fight among ourselves, but we're loyal to each other. You're the outsider."

"Cutshaw was, too."

"You can go now," she said coolly. "Ranger and I are fine here on our own."

Nick walked over to Ranger and crouched down to pet him. "I had a golden retriever as a kid. Nothing cuter as puppies. How old was Ranger when you got him?"

"Twelve weeks."

"Here locally?"

"Woodstock. From friends. They'd already named him Ranger, which has earned me some ribbing in the search-and-rescue world since it's almost a cliche."

"Did you know he'd be a search-and-rescue dog?"

"That was the plan."

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