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devil was in the details, and it was the details surrounding the murder over 150 years ago that promised to increase his bank account.
Miss Cora had promised not to tell anyone that she’d found the journals, a promise not that hard to extract since it was after ten o’clock when she phoned him. Anyone else she might tell was already in bed asleep. Except for Ainsley Beaumont, but Miss Cora was old school. If she told you something, you could take it to the bank.
When he asked where she’d found them, she’d babbled some nonsense about showing him tomorrow. Well, he wasn’t waiting for tomorrow.
He rubbed his hand over his eyes, wiping away the rain. There was no way she would let him take these three journals home to read, not after she’d misplaced the first one. It had taken him a while to convince her that she hadn’t given it to him.
The corner light on the first floor dimmed to black. Hopefully a sign things were turning around. He’d give her thirty minutes to fall sound asleep before he entered through the cellar and crept up the secret passageway that opened into the library on the first floor. It was where he should find the journals since the library was where Cora was writing the book that would clear her grandfather’s name.
The woman was remarkable to navigate computers the way she did at ninety-two. Too bad she had to die. But it shouldn’t be too hard to make it look as though she’d died of natural causes in her sleep. A pillow should do the trick.
A sudden pop of lightning was followed almost instantly with thunder that shook the ground. He looked up as more lightning revealed a thick wall-cloud. He didn’t have time for violent weather tonight.
However, maybe the noise of the storm would hide his breaking and entering, and he wouldn’t have to wait thirty minutes. He slipped away from the woods and dashed to the cellar steps at the back of the two-story house and descended to the doorway. When another bolt of lightning lit up the sky, he used a branch that had fallen from the nearby Magnolia tree and broke the glass pane above the handle just as the follow-up clap of thunder shook the windows.
Once he unlatched the door and was inside the cellar, he eased behind the stairs and stood still, letting rain run off his slicker and listening for any sign he’d been heard. When no telltale footsteps sounded, he used the flashlight on his phone to illuminate the wall and find the small hole in the second panel of wood.
Once he triggered the latch, the door swung open noiselessly, and he quietly climbed the steep stairs. At the top, he unlatched the sliding door and pushed it to the side and stepped into the library. He’d found the secret stairway as a young boy, and as far as he knew, no one else was aware of it.
Once again, he stood perfectly still while the storm raged outside. So far no tornado sirens sounded. When he was certain Cora hadn’t heard him, he flicked on the light from his phone again and scanned the room, stopping at her desk.
He frowned. Where were the journals? They should have been if not on the cherry desk beside Miss Cora’s laptop, then on the table beside it. Sweat beaded his face. He had to find them. If he didn’t, and she published them, he would lose his advantage . . . and five grand a month.
A thorough search revealed no journals. Could she have taken them to her bedroom? What if she had referenced them on her computer? He stood behind the desk and booted up her email, relaxing after he found nothing pertaining to the journals in her sent box.
“You! What are you doing in my house?”
He whirled around. Miss Cora stood in the doorway, looking like an avenging angel with her white robe cinched around her and her finger pointed straight at him. “Sonny?”
“Where are they?” He took a menacing step toward her. “The journals. What have you done with them?”
She turned her head slightly toward the bedroom. He’d been right. She’d taken them to her bedroom. He rushed past her, knocking the old woman down. He ignored the resounding crack her head made when it hit the floor. On her bed, he found one journal on the table beside her bed. Where are the others?
He quickly returned to the library and shook her. “Where are they?” he demanded, then frowned. Her face was the color of ashes. He felt her wrist. No! She couldn’t be dead. Not until she told him where the other two journals were. Maybe in a safe somewhere?
He froze at the sound of a door opening.
“Cora! Wake up! There’s a tornado coming!”
Rose, Cora’s sister.
“Where are you?” Her voice, so like her sister’s, rose to a high pitch. “We have to get in the cellar!”
Maybe he should kill her too. No. The police would assume Cora fell and hit her head, causing a brain bleed, but two deaths would cause suspicion.
He would find a way to return and tear the house apart if need be to find those other journals. He could not take a chance on anyone else finding them.
“Cora! Where are you?”
“You check her bedroom, and I’ll check the library.”
He didn’t recognize the new voice, but there was no time to think about that. The door had barely closed behind him in the secret passageway when the woman with the voice he didn’t recognize cried, “Oh no! Grandmother, quick! The library. Cora may have had a stroke!”
It could be no one other than Ainsley Beaumont.
Seconds later he heard her say, “Siri, call 911!”
Acknowledgments
As always, to Jesus who gives me the words.
To my family and friends who believe in me and encourage me every day, thank you.
To my editors, Lonnie Hull DuPont and Kristin Kornoelje, thank you for making my stories so much better.
To the art, editorial, marketing, and sales teams at Revell—Michele Misiak, Karen Steele, Erin Bartels—thank you for your hard work. You are the best!
To Julie Gwinn, thank you for your direction and for working so tirelessly with me and for being my friend.
To the rangers who have patiently answered my questions, thank you! Any mistakes I make are totally on me.
To my readers . . . you are awesome! Thank you for reading my books.
Patricia Bradley is the author of three series—the Logan Point series (Shadows of the Past, A Promise to Protect, Gone Without a Trace, and Silence in the Dark), the Memphis Cold Case novels (Justice Delayed, Justice Buried, Justice Betrayed, and Justice Delivered), and the Natchez Trace Park Rangers series (Standoff and Obsession). Bradley is the winner of an Inspirational Readers Choice Award and a Carol finalist. She is cofounder of Aiming for Healthy Families, Inc., and she is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers and Sisters in Crime. Bradley makes her home in Mississippi with her two fur-babies, Suzy and Tux. Learn more at www.ptbradley.com.
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