make you say shit you’d regret forever. Which was exactly why Zach hadn’t said a word since he’d gotten in the car. Savannah had tried to open up several avenues of conversation, but he hadn’t taken the bait. Responding to anything right now would open up a chasm neither of them was prepared to handle. Once his temper was intact, they’d talk. Until then, he’d stay silent.
According to Gibby, Savannah was running an investigation. The conversation he’d had with Inez Peebles the other day took on new meaning. She’d said Savannah was asking questions about her parents. She was investigating what? Their deaths? If so, why? And why now?
He shot a glance over at her. She was staring out the window, her profile as classic and pure as a madonna’s. At his request, she’d worn her long hair down, and all during dinner tonight, he’d dreamed about taking her home and burying his hands in those golden tresses as he buried himself inside her. Unless he was totally misjudging the situation, neither of them would be getting that kind of satisfaction tonight.
Pulling into the drive, he got out of the car. She met him in front of the car. “Are you coming in?”
Torn between devouring that sexy, mutinous mouth and just leaving and letting her stew for a while, Zach took another direction. One he should have taken when he first suspected she was keeping secrets. “Yeah, I’m coming in and we’re going to talk. You ready to do that?”
“Yes, I was going to tell you tonight anyway.”
“Let’s go.”
They walked side by side to the front door. Zach unlocked the door and held it open for Savannah to enter. The instant he shut the door behind him, she whirled around and said, “I know you’re angry, but—”
Zach held up his hand. “Don’t even give me the bullshit of saying you were going to tell me tonight. Just tell me.”
Issuing an exasperated huff that echoed through the house, she crossed her arms and said, “Fine. Remember I told you I found letters my grandfather wrote to my grandmother?”
When he just stared silently, she continued, “He wrote that he didn’t believe my father killed my mother, nor did he think he committed suicide. He believed they were both murdered but it was made to look like a murder-suicide.”
“Did he have any proof?”
“As far as I can tell, no, he didn’t. Just his suspicions and some vague threats that Mosby made.” She turned slightly and said, “Come into the study. I faxed the letters to Sammie and Bri the other day. And I made copies for you, too.”
Did she think that was going to make this better? It made sense that she had planned to tell him at some point. She would want to see copies of the police and coroner’s reports. He could get those for her, so of course she had to tell him. What he didn’t understand was why she hadn’t told him immediately.
As he followed her into the large room that had been her grandfather’s study, he asked, “When did you find the letters?”
Her shoulders went stiff and he already knew he wasn’t going to like her answer. “Last week.” She handed him a stack of papers. “I wanted to check things out before I told anyone.”
“Anyone being me. Right? Apparently you’ve told your sisters, your aunt, and how many others?”
“That’s all, Zach. I just …”
“You just what, Savannah? Have you ever considered that the dead animal on your doorstep might be related to this?”
She shook her head. “That wasn’t anything other than a prank. You said so yourself.”
“That was before I found out that you might be attracting the attention of a killer.”
“A killer is not going to leave a poor dead animal on my doorstep.”
“Killers have a tendency to not be completely sane. Don’t discount it just because it doesn’t seem harmful.”
“All right, fine. But—”
Again Zach held out his hand to stop her. “What’s your fax number?”
“Why?”
“So I can fax you the police and coroner’s reports. I’m assuming that’s why you were going to tell me.”
“Dammit, Zach, it wasn’t like that.”
“The number.”
Green fire flashed in her eyes as she rattled off the number.
Zach turned to the door. “I’ll read over the letters tonight. It’ll take me some time to find the reports, since old records are in the storage room. Tomorrow okay with you?”
“Zach, please. You have to understand. Ever since my parents’ deaths, I’ve hated my father for destroying our family. No one ever mentioned it