A Breath Away. Rita Herron

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      Relaxing slightly, she headed back toward her cottage, then veered onto Palm Walkway. The inside of the cottage seemed dark as she parked and exited her car. Crickets chirped in the background. A bird cawed above.

      Weary now, she climbed the small steps to the stoop, grateful to be home. When she stepped inside, the house was too quiet. “Grammy?”

      Her grandmother was sitting in the wooden chair, pale and listless, the phone clutched in one hand.

      “Grammy, what is it?”

      Her grandmother’s blank gaze showed no sign of response.

      “Mrs. Baker…” A man’s voice called over the line. “Mrs. Baker…are you still there?”

      Violet pried the receiver from her grandmother’s fingers and laid it on the counter. “Grammy.” Violet gently shook her. “What’s wrong? Please talk to me.”

      “No,” her grandmother rasped, in a voice so low Violet could barely discern it. “No, it’s not true.”

      “Mrs. Baker,” the man shouted from the phone, “are you all right?”

      Her grandmother’s face went ashen, and she was trembling. No, she wasn’t all right.

      Violet grabbed the handset. “This is Mrs. Baker’s granddaughter, Violet. Who is this and what did you say to upset her?”

      “Violet?” Shock tinged the man’s deep voice.

      “Yes, who is this?”

      “Sheriff Monroe.” He hesitated, his voice husky. “Grady.”

      “Grady?” Darlene’s brother?

      “I’m sorry…I had to give your grandmother some bad news.” His breath whistled out. “Violet, your father is dead.”

      CHAPTER FOUR

      GRADY GRITTED HIS TEETH. He’d never cared for Jed Baker. And when Violet had first left town, years ago, he’d halfway blamed her for Darlene’s death. Hell, he’d been a stupid adolescent at the time, battling his own guilt. Using her as the scapegoat had been easy. She was the reason his sister had rushed across the hollow alone. She hadn’t been able to tell them where to find Darlene.

      But she had been only eight years old.

      He stifled the sympathy he felt for her now. If her father had killed Darlene, then he deserved to die, although suicide wasn’t nearly severe enough punishment. And if Violet and her grandmother had known her father was guilty and hadn’t told…

      But what if the coroner did find evidence of foul play? What if his own dad had learned that Baker killed Darlene, and had gone back to finish their fight?

      No, that train of thought was too dangerous.

      She was so quiet he wondered if she’d fainted. And how old was the grandmother now—eighty? Ninety? “Violet?”

      “Y-yes,” she said in a choked voice. “How…how did you track us down here?”

      “Lloyd Driver, the lawyer who handled your father’s papers.”

      “How…how did my father die?”

      Her whispered words echoed all the usual queries he’d expected. The hows and whys, the unanswered questions. “He left a suicide note.”

      “What? He killed himself?”

      “I’m just telling you what I found. I’m having the note analyzed to make certain it’s his handwriting.”

      “What does the note say? Did he give a reason?”

      The part he dreaded the most. Violet might love her father, but she’d also cared for Grady’s sister. He’d never forgotten the day he, his dad and the sheriff had driven to her house to inquire about Darlene. He’d heard Violet’s childish cries through the closed door. And the next day she’d been gone. Later, rumors spread that she was a spooky kid, that she claimed to hear voices in her head, that she might be schizophrenic.

      “Tell me,” she said, her voice growing stronger. “I want to know. I have to know.”

      He hesitated. “This can wait until you come back for the funeral. I assume you’ll want to bury him here. Or…maybe not.”

      “I…I don’t know.” Uncertainty laced her voice. “Just tell me what the note said.”

      He cleared his throat. “Violet—”

      “Please, Grady.”

      Her soft plea twisted his insides. She sounded so young and vulnerable. He pictured those big sky-blue eyes, the innocent little girl who used to tag along behind him with his sister. The scrawny kid Darlene had felt sorry for, because the other kids called her white trash.

      What did she look like now? Was she still homely? Did she still think about Darlene? Did she realize today was the anniversary of Darlene’s death?

      He didn’t care. He’d wanted revenge so long he wouldn’t let himself.

      “From the looks of things, he got drunk and threw himself off the ledge at Briar Ridge, but I’m waiting on an official autopsy report for cause of death. The note said he couldn’t live with the guilt any longer.” Grady inhaled a calming breath, aware that he was dropping another bombshell, then forced himself to spit it out. “Violet, your father confessed to killing Darlene.”

      A HEARTBEAT OF SILENCE stretched between them. “What?” Violet clutched the table edge. “Did you tell my grandmother this?”

      “Yes. I’m sorry, she insisted.”

      Violet sank into the chair. Her father was not a killer. He wouldn’t have hurt Darlene. Not her best friend. Not the girl who’d defended her.

      Bits and pieces of that horrible last day rushed back. Her father’s fury when he realized she’d told the town about her connection to Darlene. The nervous way he’d stalked around the house, muttering under his breath that people would think she was a nutcase. That the devil had gotten her.

      A shudder gripped her. What did she really know about her father? That he’d dragged her to the car that dark cold night without even kissing her goodbye. That he’d sent her away without a backward glance because he thought she was possessed. That he hadn’t contacted her since. That he’d made her feel like some kind of freak.

      That he hadn’t told the Monroes where to find Darlene in time.

      She swallowed to make her voice work, but before she could speak, her grandmother clutched her chest.

      “Violet…”

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