Buried Secrets. Margaret Daley

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      The sound of a car approaching the house diverted her attention toward the front door. For a second she thought of calling the sheriff back, but it would take twenty minutes for him to get to the ranch. Besides, it could be any number of Gramps’s friends.

      Maggie hurried across the room. Flipping on an outside light, she stepped out onto the porch and saw a red sports car come to a stop. She flew back inside and rushed to the mantel, where Gramps kept his shotgun. With no time to call the sheriff, she grabbed it as she heard a car door slam closed.

      Back out on the porch, she lifted the shotgun and said, “Come any closer and I’ll shoot you.”

      TWO

      Zach unfolded his long body from his Corvette and stood, wondering why in the world he was back out at Jake Somers’s ranch. Fool. He’d called himself that several times as he’d driven to the scene of his earlier humiliation. And now, seeing Maggie Somers pointing a shotgun at him, he berated himself for not listening to that little voice inside him.

      But she was in danger, and he couldn’t walk away and live with himself. Father, protect me and help me make her see the truth.

      “Put the gun down. We need to talk.” He schooled his voice in a calm cadence, hoping to soothe her. He had to believe that a doctor wouldn’t take his life, even if there was a long-running feud between their families.

      “I have nothing to say to a Collier. Get off my land.”

      “You’re in danger.”

      “You think?” She moved to the top of the steps, the shotgun still leveled at his chest.

      “And I’m not the cause of it. I came here to warn you.”

      She laughed, a humorless sound that filled the quiet. “Do I have stupid written on my forehead? Why do you think I would believe you?”

      “Because your grandfather was murdered.”

      “Murdered?” Maggie stiffened, the shotgun wavering, dropping slightly from her shoulder. “My grandfather died in a riding accident. The sheriff didn’t find any foul play.”

      “I believe it was murder because my grandfather died under similar circumstances recently.”

      She again secured the weapon firmly at her shoulder. “I’ve listened. Consider me warned. You’ve done your good deed for the day. Now, leave.”

      Father, give me the right words to say to this woman. “I’m not my grandfather. The feud was between them, not us.”

      “You’re a Collier. That’s all I need to know.”

      “Three weeks ago my grandfather died in a rehabilitation center. His death didn’t raise any questions because he had a stroke. But his room at the center was searched. At first I didn’t think too much about it, thinking an employee had been rummaging through his things. Then, while I was at the funeral, someone ransacked his house, too, and stole something of great value to my grandfather. Now I’m not so sure he died from natural causes, but he was cremated, so an autopsy can’t be performed. I don’t like coincidences. This is too similar to what happened at my granddad’s house.”

      The throbbing in Maggie’s head returned with an intensity that left her reeling. She needed twenty-four hours of sleep. She needed to be alone, safe. She needed to be in control. “There’s no connection between your grandfather and mine. Yours took care of that almost sixty years ago.” Exhaustion clung to her like a second skin. Arms aching, she lowered the shotgun but kept a tight grip on it.

      “The diary is the connection.”

      His words brought her up straight. “Father Santiago’s diary? But my grandfather could never find anything. He had decided it was a legend after all.”

      “He only had half the information.”

      Fury chased away her weariness. “Only because your grandfather stole the map from him. Do you know why my grandfather kept the diary instead of donating it to a museum? It reminded him of a man’s potential for evil—one particular man’s potential.”

      Zach Collier took several steps closer, charging the air with his power. “There’s always two sides to an issue.”

      “Issue! A man’s betrayal isn’t an issue. Leave now, Dr. Collier.” Contempt laced her voice.

      “Think about what I said. You’re in danger, especially if the person who did this didn’t find the diary. When you come to your senses, you can reach me at Albuquerque City College. I have an office there in the science building. But don’t wait too long. I’m leaving soon on an expedition.”

      Maggie didn’t say anything as he left, the tension in the air evaporating as quickly as water in the desert. Her legs weak, her pulse pounding, she sank down on the top step. As she struggled to bring some kind of order to her thoughts, she scanned the terrain, inky darkness surrounding her. She couldn’t stay another moment. She had to leave.

      She quickly reentered the house, turned off the lights and locked up—not that it had done much good earlier. Stepping out onto the porch again, she inhaled deeply, the fresh air calming her frayed emotions. The man’s theory of murder unnerved her more than the break-in. Zach Collier had obviously set out to frighten her, and for a little while she had allowed him to. Well, not anymore. She headed for her white Mustang.

      She inserted a classical CD into the slot and turned up the volume. The music of Tchaikovsky filled the car. She emptied her mind of all but the music and the road stretching ahead of her.

      Until she reached the outskirts of Santa Fe, Maggie didn’t think much about the car behind her on the highway. But in town, every turn she made, the vehicle behind her did, too. She switched off the CD player and sat up, alert, tense. She was being followed.

      Who was it? Collier?

      She pressed her foot down on the accelerator. The car behind her increased its speed, too. In the dark she tried to see if it was Zach Collier in his red sports car, but all she saw were the headlights glaring brightly, obliterating her view. She wouldn’t put it past that man to try to intimidate her further. Her grip on the steering wheel tightened as she thought of him behind her, intentionally trying to frighten her.

      Maggie neared an intersection and at the last second swerved across two lanes of traffic to turn down a side street. When she chanced a glance in the rearview mirror, she noticed the car following her had copied her actions.

      Sweat beaded on her forehead. I can’t go home. I won’t lead whoever is behind me to my house. I need people.

      An idea took root in her mind. She headed for the hospital she worked at. Parking at the emergency entrance, she hopped out of her Mustang and ran into the building, glancing over her shoulder. She glimpsed several cars coming into the parking lot—none red Corvettes.

      “Al, will you be a dear and park my car in the doctors’ parking lot?” she asked an orderly when she saw him in the hall.

      “Sure, Dr. Somers.”

      “Thanks.” She flipped her keys to him as she hurried down the hallway, the swish СКАЧАТЬ