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Authors: Jayne Ann Krentz
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of the small office and tried to fight off the brainstorm. Not another one .
Not so soon .
Got to stay in control. Can’t lose it. Not here. The guard might notice the unlocked door. He’ll check to see if there are signs of an intruder. Can’t get caught.
But the familiar aura of impending night closed in with the fury of a thunderstorm. A split second later everything went dark. The searcher collapsed to the floor, brain filling up with static.
When it ended, the searcher was exhausted. It was always this way after the storms.
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A glance at the small clock on the desk showed that only a couple of minutes had passed. There was still time.
The searcher rose and moved toward the filing cabinet. Something crunched underfoot.
Alarmed by the loud sound in the too-quiet space, the searcher aimed the small flashlight down toward the floor and saw a broken pen. It was a silly-looking object decorated with a tiny figure of Elvis. Cheap and tacky. Not an expensive fountain pen that would be missed.
Relieved, the searcher scooped up the broken pen and shoved the pieces into a pocket.
Got to stay focused. Came here for a reason. Got to concentrate.
9
Ethan folded his hands on the top of his desk and gave the mayor what he hoped was a regretful but firm smile. “It’s true that solving historical murder cases is a hobby of mine, Mrs. Santana. But I’m afraid I can only do that kind of work when I’m between cases. At the moment I’m a little busy.”
Paloma Santana’s elegant dark brows rose slightly. “Bonnie explained that to me but she implied that you would make an exception in this situation.”
Ethan gave his sister-in-law, sitting in the second client chair, a brief glance. “She did, huh?”
He was pretty sure he knew what Bonnie was thinking. Most of the time they communicated fairly well.
He had liked Bonnie from the moment his brother had introduced her as his fiancée. She had seemed perfect for him and it was clear that she loved Drew with all her heart.
But in the wake of Drew’s death, Ethan and Bonnie had forged an even stronger bond. United by the mutual goal of looking after Drew’s young sons, they had fashioned an unshakable alliance that resembled a brother-sister relationship. As was the case in such relationships, Ethan occasionally got annoyed with his “sister.”
Bonnie leaned forward, her attractive features fixed in a cajoling expression. “Ethan, solving this old murder would make a huge contribution to the festivities that are planned for the opening of the Kirwan House. The Historical Society has been working on the project for over two years. It’s going to be a Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
great tourist attraction.”
He could see that it was important to her that he take on the project. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.
After all, they were both trying to put down roots in Whispering Springs.
He turned back to Paloma. The mayor was in her early forties. She was a striking woman with dark brown eyes and an elegant profile. Her camel-colored trousers and cream silk blouse looked sophisticated and expensive.
Bonnie had given him a little background the day before when she had phoned, bubbling with enthusiasm, to tell him that she wanted him to meet with the mayor. The editorial staff at the Whispering Springs Herald considered Paloma Santana to be the most effective mayor in recent years. Her family had a long history in the Whispering Springs area. Paloma was married to the successful developer of the Desert View Country Club, and the couple moved in the community’s highest social circles.
In short, Paloma Santana was an excellent business contact.
“Tell me about the Kirwan case,” he said.
Paloma sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. “Walter Kirwan was a brilliant, eccentric, highly respected author who lived and wrote here in
Not so soon .
Got to stay in control. Can’t lose it. Not here. The guard might notice the unlocked door. He’ll check to see if there are signs of an intruder. Can’t get caught.
But the familiar aura of impending night closed in with the fury of a thunderstorm. A split second later everything went dark. The searcher collapsed to the floor, brain filling up with static.
When it ended, the searcher was exhausted. It was always this way after the storms.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
A glance at the small clock on the desk showed that only a couple of minutes had passed. There was still time.
The searcher rose and moved toward the filing cabinet. Something crunched underfoot.
Alarmed by the loud sound in the too-quiet space, the searcher aimed the small flashlight down toward the floor and saw a broken pen. It was a silly-looking object decorated with a tiny figure of Elvis. Cheap and tacky. Not an expensive fountain pen that would be missed.
Relieved, the searcher scooped up the broken pen and shoved the pieces into a pocket.
Got to stay focused. Came here for a reason. Got to concentrate.
9
Ethan folded his hands on the top of his desk and gave the mayor what he hoped was a regretful but firm smile. “It’s true that solving historical murder cases is a hobby of mine, Mrs. Santana. But I’m afraid I can only do that kind of work when I’m between cases. At the moment I’m a little busy.”
Paloma Santana’s elegant dark brows rose slightly. “Bonnie explained that to me but she implied that you would make an exception in this situation.”
Ethan gave his sister-in-law, sitting in the second client chair, a brief glance. “She did, huh?”
He was pretty sure he knew what Bonnie was thinking. Most of the time they communicated fairly well.
He had liked Bonnie from the moment his brother had introduced her as his fiancée. She had seemed perfect for him and it was clear that she loved Drew with all her heart.
But in the wake of Drew’s death, Ethan and Bonnie had forged an even stronger bond. United by the mutual goal of looking after Drew’s young sons, they had fashioned an unshakable alliance that resembled a brother-sister relationship. As was the case in such relationships, Ethan occasionally got annoyed with his “sister.”
Bonnie leaned forward, her attractive features fixed in a cajoling expression. “Ethan, solving this old murder would make a huge contribution to the festivities that are planned for the opening of the Kirwan House. The Historical Society has been working on the project for over two years. It’s going to be a Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
great tourist attraction.”
He could see that it was important to her that he take on the project. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.
After all, they were both trying to put down roots in Whispering Springs.
He turned back to Paloma. The mayor was in her early forties. She was a striking woman with dark brown eyes and an elegant profile. Her camel-colored trousers and cream silk blouse looked sophisticated and expensive.
Bonnie had given him a little background the day before when she had phoned, bubbling with enthusiasm, to tell him that she wanted him to meet with the mayor. The editorial staff at the Whispering Springs Herald considered Paloma Santana to be the most effective mayor in recent years. Her family had a long history in the Whispering Springs area. Paloma was married to the successful developer of the Desert View Country Club, and the couple moved in the community’s highest social circles.
In short, Paloma Santana was an excellent business contact.
“Tell me about the Kirwan case,” he said.
Paloma sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. “Walter Kirwan was a brilliant, eccentric, highly respected author who lived and wrote here in
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