Prophecy were connected to both Angelina’s death and that of her sister, the private investigator Angelina hired to look into Mother’s past. Did you know about this?”
“No. Angelina thought Mother was involved with this group?”
“Apparently. She hired the PI to find out something about Mother’s college years, in particular, the late seventies.”
Ainsley was quiet for a long moment. “That is odd.”
“I can’t believe we didn’t hear something about this.”
“There must not have been anything to it,” Ainsley said. “So, was it nice seeing Brody again?”
* * *
S ARAH HEARD SOMETHING in Buck’s voice when he called to tell her he’d already heard the news about Maggie McTavish. She braced herself. With the primaries coming up, she knew the kind of stress he was under. He didn’t need this. Worse, he didn’t have anyone he could lean on in DC.
She couldn’t be with him and that worried her. The problem was that she knew Buck only too well. He was already having second thoughts about his run for president. With this latest news, he would start having even more doubts. He could still pull out before the primaries. She couldn’t let that happen. Somehow, she had to give him the strength to continue, because she knew how much the country needed him. And how much he needed this, even if he was starting to question it.
“I’m flying in tomorrow morning. Meet me at the airport,” he said to her surprise. “It will give us extra time to talk. I can’t stay away long.”
“I thought you were in meetings with your advisers for the next few days?” That he wanted her to meet him at the airport was odd. He always left his SUV at the airport. Unlike a lot of politicians, he didn’t have a staff car or hire limos to take him places. He drove himself because, at heart, he was a Montana rancher. No private jet. No driver. No expenses that would raise eyebrows from his constituents.
“What’s this about a body Harper found on the ranch? I assume that’s why you called me earlier.”
“I didn’t want to upset you and since there is nothing you can do here—”
Buck swore. “Frank says the remains are Maggie McTavish’s. He wants to question the two of us in connection with murder .”
Something hard and cold settled in her stomach. “Question us? About what ?”
“What the hell do you think?” he snapped. “I knew all this was going to come back someday and bite me in the ass, but I never expected this. Pick me up at the airport. We need to get our stories straight before we meet with the sheriff.”
* * *
B RODY HAD HEARD his father’s pickup engine rev and knew he was on his way over to his brother’s place to give him the news. He’d hurried around the shop building, but he was too late. He realized as he saw his father racing toward his brother’s house that if he needed him to come along, he would have asked him.
Of course, Finn would want to tell his brother the news alone. Brody couldn’t bear the thought of how his uncle was going to take it. From what his father had told him, Maggie had been Flannigan’s pride and joy. This news would break the old man’s heart—as if Maggie hadn’t done that when she was alive.
He hurried to his pickup. What would happen now? He hated to think. But he needed to talk to his dad and uncle. It wouldn’t be long before the news was all over the county. He needed to know what they were going to do about getting Maggie justice.
His uncle and dad had started the ranch, but their hearts had always been in the blacksmithing part of the operation. When he turned twenty-one he’d taken over the ranching and farming. They’d both been at the age where they were happy to hand over the reins. He had tried to make their lives easier, since both of them had worked hard their whole lives.
Now as he drove down the road toward his uncle’s place, he wished there was a way to spare them what was coming. Turning into his uncle’s place, he
“No. Angelina thought Mother was involved with this group?”
“Apparently. She hired the PI to find out something about Mother’s college years, in particular, the late seventies.”
Ainsley was quiet for a long moment. “That is odd.”
“I can’t believe we didn’t hear something about this.”
“There must not have been anything to it,” Ainsley said. “So, was it nice seeing Brody again?”
* * *
S ARAH HEARD SOMETHING in Buck’s voice when he called to tell her he’d already heard the news about Maggie McTavish. She braced herself. With the primaries coming up, she knew the kind of stress he was under. He didn’t need this. Worse, he didn’t have anyone he could lean on in DC.
She couldn’t be with him and that worried her. The problem was that she knew Buck only too well. He was already having second thoughts about his run for president. With this latest news, he would start having even more doubts. He could still pull out before the primaries. She couldn’t let that happen. Somehow, she had to give him the strength to continue, because she knew how much the country needed him. And how much he needed this, even if he was starting to question it.
“I’m flying in tomorrow morning. Meet me at the airport,” he said to her surprise. “It will give us extra time to talk. I can’t stay away long.”
“I thought you were in meetings with your advisers for the next few days?” That he wanted her to meet him at the airport was odd. He always left his SUV at the airport. Unlike a lot of politicians, he didn’t have a staff car or hire limos to take him places. He drove himself because, at heart, he was a Montana rancher. No private jet. No driver. No expenses that would raise eyebrows from his constituents.
“What’s this about a body Harper found on the ranch? I assume that’s why you called me earlier.”
“I didn’t want to upset you and since there is nothing you can do here—”
Buck swore. “Frank says the remains are Maggie McTavish’s. He wants to question the two of us in connection with murder .”
Something hard and cold settled in her stomach. “Question us? About what ?”
“What the hell do you think?” he snapped. “I knew all this was going to come back someday and bite me in the ass, but I never expected this. Pick me up at the airport. We need to get our stories straight before we meet with the sheriff.”
* * *
B RODY HAD HEARD his father’s pickup engine rev and knew he was on his way over to his brother’s place to give him the news. He’d hurried around the shop building, but he was too late. He realized as he saw his father racing toward his brother’s house that if he needed him to come along, he would have asked him.
Of course, Finn would want to tell his brother the news alone. Brody couldn’t bear the thought of how his uncle was going to take it. From what his father had told him, Maggie had been Flannigan’s pride and joy. This news would break the old man’s heart—as if Maggie hadn’t done that when she was alive.
He hurried to his pickup. What would happen now? He hated to think. But he needed to talk to his dad and uncle. It wouldn’t be long before the news was all over the county. He needed to know what they were going to do about getting Maggie justice.
His uncle and dad had started the ranch, but their hearts had always been in the blacksmithing part of the operation. When he turned twenty-one he’d taken over the ranching and farming. They’d both been at the age where they were happy to hand over the reins. He had tried to make their lives easier, since both of them had worked hard their whole lives.
Now as he drove down the road toward his uncle’s place, he wished there was a way to spare them what was coming. Turning into his uncle’s place, he
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