When Silence Falls. Shirlee McCoy

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СКАЧАТЬ the silence, feeling the stillness. Everything was as it should be—the soft hum of the refrigerator, the small pile of mail that sat on the table. Yet Piper couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different. She turned on her heels, eyeing the room again and still finding nothing out of place.

      Leftover nerves from the day’s events. That had to be the reason for her unease. Piper walked through the house anyway, checking the morning room that housed the Chickering piano she’d inherited. Then the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and office. Everything was as she’d left it, and the too-fast tempo of her heart finally eased as she put on a Bach CD and settled in front of her computer. She had term papers to correct for the music theory class she was teaching at Lynchburg University, music scores to choose for her piano students. Both were tasks she usually enjoyed, though tonight neither appealed to her. Instead, her mind returned again and again to the gunman, the pale face of the woman he’d tried to kidnap, the hysterical screams of the other women, the fire.

      The shrill ring of the phone offered a welcome distraction from her thoughts, and Piper grabbed the receiver. “Hello?”

      “Piper? It’s Wayne.”

      “Hey. What’s up?” Surprised, Piper fiddled with a pencil, wondering what had prompted the call. Though Wayne Marshall was a cousin of sorts, they’d been closest during Uncle Marcus’s battle with ALS. Since Marcus’s death, Wayne had reverted to the more solitary ways he’d exhibited since his mother had married Marcus fifteen years ago.

      “I heard the news. Are you okay?”

      “I’m fine. How’d you hear?”

      “Channel Seven ran a clip about the kidnapping and fire. I saw you standing near an ambulance.”

      “How did I look?”

      “Good, all things considered. Now can we be serious? You could have been killed.”

      Piper rolled her eyes. After so many years of knowing one another, Wayne still didn’t understand her need to make light of difficult situations. “I know, but I’m fine. And so is everyone else who was there.”

      “And some guy with a gun is on the loose.”

      “Hopefully not for long.”

      “‘Hopefully’ doesn’t do a whole lot for me. What are the police saying?”

      “They’re investigating. As soon as they know something, I will, too.”

      “I guess that will have to be good enough. We still on for Saturday?”

      “Yes. Mrs. James is expecting us at eleven. It sounds like her husband compiled quite a bit of information about Music Makers. She wants me to use whatever I can.” Which was good, as Piper planned to make the book she was writing about her uncle’s charitable organization the best it could be.

      “It’s a shame the guy never got to use it himself.”

      “It is. Mrs. James is devastated by his death. She broke down twice while we were on the phone.”

      “It’s never easy when someone we love dies.”

      Wayne’s words hung between them, the reminder of the loss they’d suffered making them both pause.

      Finally, Piper cleared her throat. “Marcus would be so happy about the book.”

      “He’d be even happier knowing that you were the one putting it together.”

      “I just hope I do it justice. Miriam is putting an awful lot of money into this—”

      “Has anyone ever told you you worry too much?”

      “About a million times.”

      “So stop worrying. The book will be great. I’ll see you Saturday.” He hung up and Piper leaned back in the chair, staring up at the ceiling. She should have asked Wayne about the antiques again. Three weeks ago he’d promised to go through Marcus’s paperwork, see if there were any sales records for three items that were missing from the collection Piper had inherited from Marcus. He had yet to do it, despite the fact that she’d reminded him several times.

      She’d have to ask him when she saw him Saturday. For now, she’d do what he had suggested and try to stop worrying. The caramel cheesecake in her refrigerator would go a long way to help with that. She pushed away from the desk, sighing when the phone rang again.

      Grayson’s number flashed across the caller ID and Piper let the machine pick up.

      “Piper, I know you’re there.”

      That didn’t mean she wanted to listen to her oldest brother’s lecture.

      “I’m home. I can be at your house in fifteen minutes.”

      Piper grabbed the phone. “I’m sorry, so you can skip any lecture you might have planned.”

      “No lecture, even though you didn’t ask Jake to call me and I had to track him down to get the whole story. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

      “I am.”

      “Good. Now, go check the windows and doors so we can make sure you stay that way.”

      She mumbled a complaint, but went anyway, knowing Gray was even more of a worrier than she was. “So, why’d you send Jake? I thought for sure you’d be the one running to my rescue.”

      “I would have been, but Maria and I were in Richmond registering for wedding presents at some swanky place.”

      “I can’t believe you both managed to find the time. What’d you register for?”

      “Plates. Forks. A bunch of kitchen stuff I don’t even know how to use.”

      “Does Maria?” The bedroom windows were locked, and Piper stepped out into the hall.

      “She says our chef will know what to do with them.”

      “A chef? I hope I’m invited to dinner often.” Piper didn’t switch on the light as she moved through the kitchen and into the morning room.

      “As often as you like. Not that Maria and I will be there to enjoy the food with you. She works more hours than I do.”

      “Is that possible?” She reached for the last window in the room, ready to check the lock. Saw something dark move to block the moonlight. Large. A head. Black. No. A mask. She could see the eyes gleaming. Something slammed into the glass, rattling the window.

      Piper screamed. Jumped back, tumbling over the piano bench, righting herself. Grayson’s voice shouted for her attention, but she was too busy running from the room to listen. There was another jarring thud. She imagined glass shattering, the dark figure climbing through the broken window. Coming after her.

      She screamed again. Grabbed a steak knife from the kitchen counter as she flew past. The bedroom. She’d climb out the window if the intruder made it inside the house. She held the phone under her chin as she locked the door, her hands shaking so hard it took three tries. Her palm was slick with sweat and the knife slipped from her grasp, falling СКАЧАТЬ