The Waterfall. Carla Neggers

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СКАЧАТЬ His voice was quiet, soothing. Plato was very good at caring.

      “I don’t know.” Lucy paced on the thick, dark carpet. “Plato, I’m not a normal person. I’m the widowed

      daughter-in-law of a United States senator. You know damn well Jack will send in the Capitol Police.”

      “Lucy—”

      “I have a business to tend. I have kids to raise. Damn it, I’m all Madison and J.T. have. I’m not going to put myself in undue danger, but I won’t—Plato, if I can possibly avoid it, I’d rather not have Jack and a bunch of feds mucking around in my life.”

      Plato placed an arm around her shoulders. “It’s okay. I understand. Look, I have to be in Frankfurt this next week—”

      “I wasn’t hinting you should drop everything and come to my rescue. I just wanted an expert opinion.” She smiled a little. “It felt good to tell someone.”

      He smiled back, but shook his head, giving her upper arm a gentle squeeze. “You didn’t come for my expert opinion.”

      “I would have if I’d known you were here. I’d much rather tell my troubles to you than Sebastian.”

      He laughed. “Who wouldn’t?”

      “Good. Then it’s settled. I’ll trust my gut instincts. I’ll go home and hope nothing else happens—”

      “No, Lucy, you’re going to see Sebastian and tell him everything.”

      “Isn’t he going to Frankfurt?”

      “No way. He’s…” Plato frowned, walking her toward the door. He seemed to be searching for the right words. “He’s on sabbatical.”

      “Sabbatical? Come on, Plato. It’s not like he’s some kind of professor. How can he—”

      “You’ll have to drive out to his cabin,” Plato said. “It’s not that far. I’ll give you directions.”

      Lucy slipped from his embrace and stood rock-still in the middle of the hall. He kept walking, his back to her. She was blinking rapidly, as if that might somehow clear her head.

      “I don’t want to see Sebastian,” she said.

      Plato turned back to her. “He can help you, Lucy. I can’t.”

      “I told you, I didn’t come here for help.”

      “I know why you came here.” His dark, dark eyes seemed to burn into her. “You promised Colin you would.”

      Her throat caught. “Plato…”

      “Colin was right to send you to Sebastian. Lucy, I did rescues, and now I keep this company out of hot water. Sebastian’s a son of a bitch in a lot of ways, but he’s the best.”

      Lucy stood her ground. “What if I drive on out of here without seeing him?”

      “Then I’ll have to tell him what you told me.”

      She eyed him. “I have a feeling that would be worse.”

      He gave her a devilish smile. “Much worse.”

      * * *

      Plato’s directions were simple. He put Lucy on a dirt road and said to keep going until she couldn’t go anymore. She’d know when she reached Sebastian.

      Lucy wasn’t encouraged. However, not finishing what she’d stupidly started seemed to carry more risks than finishing. If he told Sebastian her story, Plato might exaggerate. Then Sebastian might end up in Vermont, and she’d really be in a mess. Sebastian might be worse than the feds. He might be worse than the occasional stray bullet through her dining room window.

      So why had she dragged herself and her two children out to Wyoming?

      The road was winding, dry, hot and dusty. The scenery was spectacular. Wide-open country, mountains rising up from the valley floor, a snaking river, horses and cattle and wildflowers. Despite its other uses, this was still a working ranch.

      J.T. loved it. Madison endured. “I’m pretending I’m Meryl Streep in Out of Africa,” she said. “That might keep me awake.”

      “The high altitude is probably making you sleepy,” Lucy said.

      “I’m not sleepy, I’m bored.”

      “Madison.”

      She checked herself. “Sorry.”

      The road narrowed even more, their car kicking up so much dust Lucy made a mental note to run it through a car wash before taking it back to the rental agency. Finally, they came to a tiny, ramshackle log cabin and small outbuilding tucked into the shade of a cluster of aspens and firs. The road ended.

      Lucy pulled in behind a dusty red truck. “Well,” she said, “I guess this is it.”

      “Oh, yuck.” Madison surveyed the pathetic buildings. “This is like Clint Eastwood in Unforgiven.”

      From Out of Africa to Unforgiven. Lucy smiled. Madison kept the local video store in an uproar trying to track down movies for her. It was an interest one of her teachers, in the school she so loathed, encouraged.

      Three scroungy, big mutts bounded out from the shade and surrounded their car, barking and growling as if they’d never seen a stranger. J.T., his seat belt off, nervously stuck his head up front. “Do you think they bite?”

      “I bet they have fleas,” Madison said.

      Lucy judiciously decided to roll down her window and see how the dogs reacted. They didn’t jump. Possibly a good sign. “Hello,” she called out the window. “Anyone around?”

      She checked for any venomous, antisocial bumper stickers on the truck, like Vermonters Go Home. Nothing. Just rust.

      The dogs suddenly went silent. The yellow Lab mix yawned and stretched. The German shepherd mix plopped down and scratched himself. The smallest of the three—an unidentifiable mix that had resulted in a white coat with black and brown splotches—paced and panted.

      “You kids hear anyone call them off?” Lucy asked.

      J.T. shook his head, his eyes wide. This was more adventure than he’d bargained for, out in the wilds of Wyoming with three grouchy dogs and no friendly humans in sight. “No, did you?”

      Madison huffed. “Plato should have sent us with an armed guard.”

      Lucy sighed. “Madison, that doesn’t help.”

      “You’re scaring me,” J.T. said.

      “You two stay here while I go see if we have the right place.” Lucy unfastened her seat belt and climbed out of the car. The air seemed hotter, even drier. The dogs paid no attention to her. She smiled at her nervous son. “See, J.T.? It’s okay.”

      He nodded dubiously.

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