Krewe of Hunters: The Hidden Part 25

"What?" Scarlet asked, startled. "I-I wanted to ask Eddie and the guys to talk to Gwen and Charles."

"I don't care. Don't do anything like that again, Scarlet. I meant it when I said one of us will be with you at all times, but you have to make that possible for us!"

His tone was hard. She knew he'd been frightened for her, so she tried not to let her temper snap, without much success.

"Sorry," she said tightly. "Next time I imagine I see a butchered corpse, I'll try not to scream."

"I know how awful it is to see things like that," Jane said to her. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"But it could end up helping us," Meg said.

"I don't see how," Scarlet said.

"We never know what may end up meaning something in the end," Adam said gently. "That's the challenge of what we do."

"I can feel her," a shaky male voice said suddenly.

Scarlet jumped at the sound, and Diego's arm tightened around her shoulders.

She whirled around to see that the speaker was Daniel Kendall, though he didn't appear as solid as he had earlier. She could see through him to the green Dumpster.

"I feel her presence," he said. "I think she needs help. She's trying to reach us."

"Can't she speak to you?" Scarlet asked. "You know, because you're both...ghosts?"

He lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "I don't know. I just feel something of her, you know-like when a woman has pa.s.sed by you and you can still smell her perfume in the air." He looked at her. "It's something about you, Scarlet. I knew I had to reach you, maybe Ca.s.sandra feels the same way. I don't know why. Maybe she's afraid for you, too."

"Daniel," Adam said, "you may be onto something. But for now, we need to head back in before people start worrying that something bad really did happen out here."

They said goodbye to the ghost, walked back in and headed to their table. Scarlet had worried that she might have ruined the evening for everyone. Instead, she had apparently turned a roomful of strangers into best friends.

They were all talking about what had happened. Then a young red-haired woman hurried over to Adam. "Sir, I think I saw the dead woman last night-I mean, she wasn't dead then, but...you know. She was talking with a man. Maybe he was the same man your friend saw out in the alley," she said, nodding toward Scarlet.

"Can you describe him?" Adam asked.

"Thirty, thirty-five," the redhead said. "Nice-looking, friendly smile."

Jane said, "If you can describe him a little more fully, I can sketch him."

"Really?" the redhead asked.

"Really," Jane said.

"I'm Miriam, by the way. Miriam Colby."

They introduced themselves, and Jane pulled the pad she was never without from her shoulder bag.

Brett and Matt returned while Jane was working. Scarlet saw them go over to the manager and shake their heads, clearly telling him they hadn't been able to find anyone. Which, since she hadn't seen anyone in the first place, was only to be expected.

They came back to the table, where Miriam was sitting in Matt's seat, watching Jane draw and, under Jane's prompting, giving her details on the guy's appearance.

"His nose was like patrician, I think. You know, perfectly straight, just the right size for his face."

"Like that?" Jane asked, sketching.

"Just like that," Miriam agreed. "The eyebrows should be a little more arched. And thicker."

"Okay, I'll adjust," Jane said, erasing and resketching.

Scarlet looked over Miriam's shoulder and gasped. She stared up at Diego and the others, and she could see that they, too, had seen the resemblance.

Jane had drawn an excellent likeness of Terry Ballantree.

13.

When they returned to the Conway Ranch that night, they all headed straight into the main house despite the hour. Diego said that Ben and Trisha would just have to deal with the commotion and the fact that they might be waking up a guest.

Gwen and Charles had followed them back, feeling spooked after Gwen had come over to the table to chat, arriving just in time to see Jane's sketch.

"That looks like Terry!" she'd exclaimed. "But, we didn't see Terry here last night."

"Doesn't mean he wasn't here," Charles said.

From that point on, Charles and Gwen had stuck close to the Krewe.

Diego had to admit, he hadn't really figured Terry Ballantree for a murderer-but then, it was hard to think of anyone at the Conway Ranch in that light, even though logic led him to believe the killer was indeed connected to the ranch in some way. The timing of Daniel's death seemed to argue against Terry or the Bartons being guilty of murder, and yet, he just couldn't be sure that something hadn't gone on that they didn't know about.

Of course, the fact that Terry had spoken with Ca.s.sandra didn't mean that he had murdered her. But Lieutenant Gray hadn't called to say the man had come forward to say he had been with the victim. Then again, he reminded himself, he'd talked to several people tonight who'd seen Ca.s.sandra at the bar, and for various reasons none of them had talked to the police yet, either.

He ran through everyone connected to the ranch and was forced to admit that none of them fit the profile of a cold-blooded killer. Of course history was filled with s.a.d.i.s.tic killers who had appeared to the general public, even to their friends and family, to be just as sane and good-hearted as the next man.

He couldn't help it. He still felt it had to be someone close, someone a.s.sociated with the ranch.

If the murder weapon really was the gun that had gone missing from the museum-and that seemed overwhelmingly likely-then that meant the killer knew about the gun collection and how minimal the security had been.

But Terry Ballantree?

Why not?

And if not Terry, who?

Ben and Trisha, who had tied their lives to the ranch?

Gigi and Clark, who spent time here every year?

Angus, who loved his horses and wanted to keep his job, or Linda Reagan, who ran the household with ease?

Gwen and Charles, who seemed to have no substantial connection to the ranch?

Or Terry Ballantree, yet another descendant of Nathan Kendall?

Trisha was the first to hear them come in, and she wandered out into the upstairs hallway in a long flannel robe, immediately followed by Ben, who had his shotgun behind his back.

"What's going on?" Ben asked, shaking his head as he walked down the stairs.

"Sorry to wake you up," Diego said, "but we need to talk to Terry."

"Maybe I should put on some tea," Trisha said.

"No need," Adam said, just as another door opened and Clark Levin poked his head out, with Gigi standing just behind him.

"What in tarnation?" he demanded. "Can't you people be quiet coming in?"

"Sorry to wake you, but-" Adam said.

"Someone else murdered?" Clark demanded.

"No, sir," Diego told him. "You're welcome to go back to bed."

"What? First you wake me, and now you tell me to go back to bed?"

"Stay up if you like," Diego said. "Ben, could you tell me which room is Terry's?"

"I'll show you," Jane offered, hurrying past him. "He's next to me."

She didn't even have to knock. Terry's door opened as she reached it. He looked disheveled, as if he'd just woken up and was still half-asleep.

"What? What's going on?" he asked her anxiously.

By then Linda Reagan had come down from her attic accommodations. She, too, was in a robe and looked worried. "What's going on?" she asked.

"Sorry to wake everyone," Adam said. "We just want to talk to Terry."

"At this time of night?" Linda asked. "Why?"

Diego ignored her and said without preamble, "Terry, why didn't you call the police or talk to us about the fact that you talked to Ca.s.sandra Wells last night?"

"What?" Terry asked.

"Ca.s.sandra Wells. You were talking to her last night at the Twisted Antler," Diego said.

"That was Ca.s.sandra Wells? The pretty girl I was talking to?" Terry said, clearly shocked, his eyes wide. He sank down on the ground. "Oh, my G.o.d!"

Jane reached down a hand to help him back up, and Terry grasped her hand like a lifeline as he climbed to his feet.

He might have been faking his surprise, Diego thought, but if so, he was doing a d.a.m.ned good job of it.

"And how the h.e.l.l did you leave the house?" Brett asked him, irritated. Diego lowered his head for minute, hiding a grim smile. His partner was angry that he'd been taken, he knew.

"Back door. I was down in the kitchen sneaking a snack-sorry." He shot a guilty glance at Ben and Trisha. "And then I got the urge to have a drink and listen to some music. Since I was already in the kitchen, it just seemed easier to go out the back."

"We also slipped out the back," Gwen admitted. "We were at the Twisted Antler, too."

"Why the h.e.l.l would you people slip out that way? This is a B and B, not a prison!" Ben said.

Terry didn't even seem to hear him. He looked over at Diego. "I swear to you, I didn't know that was her. I haven't seen the TV all day. She was there and she was pretty, so I flirted a little. I gave her a horrible line-asked her if she went there often. She said she liked the music. I asked her if she wanted to make some music with me, and she said she was in school, but maybe she'd see me around sometime. That was it, I swear."

"We didn't see you there," Charles said.

"And I didn't see you two, either!" Terry snapped. His eyes narrowed and he turned to skewer Diego with an angry look. "Wait a minute? They were there, too, and you're questioning me?"

"We didn't talk to Ca.s.sandra Wells, you did," Gwen said.

It was going to get nasty, Diego thought, and he interrupted quickly.

"We're just trying to find out if anyone saw Ca.s.sandra after she left the Twisted Antler," he said quickly, and then asked Terry, "By the way, how did you get there? You didn't drive?"

"What? I walked. It's barely a mile, and it's all downhill."

"And how did you get back?"

"A guy dropped me off at the turnaround about fifty yards down the drive," Terry said. "Then I used my key and came in the front door as quietly as I could."

"You won't mind giving us his name?" Adam asked.

"Bennie Lipton. He's staying at a place called the Snowdrop Inn," Terry said.

"Thanks," Diego said.

"Well, then, I suppose we should let everyone get back to sleep," Adam said easily. "We're very sorry for disturbing everyone, but we're trying to solve a series of murders before anyone else gets killed, and that means time is of the essence." He turned to Ben. "Would you mind coming with me to see that all the doors are locked?"

"No problem," Ben said, and the two of them headed down the stairs together.

"I'm embarra.s.sed to admit this," Gwen said, "but I'm feeling very nervous. What if the killer decides to break in?"

"We can take turns sitting up and keeping watch," Meg told Matt cheerfully.

"Are you sure?" Gwen asked. "Because I have to admit, I'll feel a lot better if you do."

"I'm quite sure-as are we all," Meg said.

"Jane and I can take first s.h.i.+ft," Brett offered, turning to Matt. "Then you and Meg can take over."