Secrets And Lies. Shirlee McCoy

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      That seemed to get Mia’s attention.

      The teen scowled and crossed her arms over her stomach. “That’s not fair. I only came here because I heard someone had been shot at the high school. I knew you and Ms. Martin were supposed to be meeting there.”

      “You went to the school?” Tristan’s jaw tightened. “I told you to go straight home after school and get some of the work that you’re missing done.”

      “I did go straight home.”

      “And then you went to the school?”

      “No, I went to Jenny’s house. She lives right behind Ms. Martin’s place.”

      “Jenny Gilmore?” Ariel knew that the two girls were best friends, but she’d had no idea that Jenny lived on the property behind hers. She’d been too busy trying to get ready for the baby to do much more than introduce herself to the neighbors who lived on her street. No way would she have walked the mile and a half through scrub and trees to knock on the farmhouse door.

      “Yes. She lives with her grandmother.”

      “I did know that. I just had no idea they were so close. I would have gone and visited before now.”

      “Her grandmother doesn’t like visitors,” Mia said quickly. “She doesn’t hear all that well, and she’s really ancient. She gets tired out.”

      “And, yet, you decided it would be a great idea to spend the evening with her?”

      “She gave me a ride, Tristan. And she was going to drive me home.”

      “Do you really think I want you riding around with someone who is ancient and tired out?” Tristan’s blood was obviously boiling. It was just as obvious that he was trying to keep his temper under control. “Mia, I have talked to you about this dozens of times. You can’t leave the house without letting me know where you’re going.”

      “I called you at work. You weren’t there.”

      “You knew I wasn’t there.”

      “No, I—”

      “Tea or lemonade?” Ariel cut in. She figured that if she didn’t, the two would be arguing all night.

      “Neither,” Tristan responded. “But thanks. We’re going to get out of here. I’ll be by tomorrow morning to put in the door. If you have any trouble before then, don’t hesitate to call 911.” He pulled a business card out of his pocket, scribbled something on the back and handed it to her. “That’s my personal cell phone number. I think the one you have on file at the school is my work number. If you even have a feeling that something isn’t right, I want you to call me. Don’t worry about being wrong or bothering me for nothing. I want to be bothered, and I want to check out anything that seems even a little bit suspicious.”

      “I appreciate that, Tristan.”

      “Don’t just appreciate it. Act on it. You can’t take chances, Ariel. You’ve got two lives depending on you.”

      He took his sister’s arm, tugging her back outside.

      Ariel stood in the doorway as they walked to his SUV, his words echoing in her head. She hadn’t needed the reminder that it wasn’t only her life on the line. Every minute of every day, she felt the heaviness of the baby, the life wiggling and kicking and growing inside of her, and she felt the weight of her responsibility to her daughter.

      Tristan opened the back hatch of the SUV, and Jesse jumped in. Then, he turned to face the house, his expression hidden by the darkness.

      “You’d better head inside,” he called, and something in her warmed at his words, at the fact that he hadn’t been so focused on his sister’s trouble that he’d stopped worrying about her.

      “I will.”

      “Now would probably be best. Lock the doors and pull the shades, and stay away from all the windows. Okay?”

      “You don’t think the guy from the school is going to come here, do you?”

      “I think it’s always better to be safe than to be sorry. I’m going to ask Chief Jones to send a patrol down your road a few times a night until we figure out who was at the school.”

      “Thanks.”

      He nodded. “Mia and I will be here early. I can install an alarm system if you want. That might make you feel more secure.”

      Nothing was going to make her feel more secure.

      Not until she knew exactly what was going on.

      She closed the door anyway, sliding the bolt home, and that little bit of warmth she’d felt when Tristan was there seeped away.

      She should have felt safe in her little house on her quiet road. She should have felt as though everything that had happened at the school was just a fluke, some weird anomaly that wouldn’t be repeated. She couldn’t help thinking about Mitch, though, about the trouble he’d gotten himself into before he’d died.

      He’d been in deep with people who’d had a lot to lose if his crimes were discovered. The Las Vegas police had assured Ariel that none of those people would care about coming after her. She had no information about Mitch’s contacts, no knowledge of anything besides the basics—trips he’d taken for work, dates and times that he’d left and returned. She’d always kept a calendar, and she’d had every one of his trips jotted into it.

      The police had used that to tie Mitch in with arsons that had occurred at businesses all over the country.

      Insurance fraud.

      No one had been hurt except the companies that had to pay out millions of dollars.

      Typical of Mitch, he’d probably thought that made it okay.

      Just like cheating on her because she was boring was okay.

      She winced at the memory. The look on his face when she’d confronted him, the complete lack of remorse had shocked her.

      Or, maybe it hadn’t.

      She’d realized long before then that he wasn’t the man she’d thought she’d married.

      She turned off the downstairs lights. She probably needed to eat, but she wasn’t hungry. She was just tired. For the first time in a long time, she wished things could be different, that she had someone in her life who could stand beside her, offer her support, give her all the things she’d thought that Mitch would.

      Tristan had done that to her.

      He’d reminded her of what it felt like to have someone care. Sure, he was just doing his job, but she’d still felt safe when he was nearby. She’d needed that. Maybe she still did.

      “It’s just us, though, sweetie,” she said, patting her belly as she walked up the stairs. “And, that’s going to be just fine.”

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