Ghost Moon. Heather Graham

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СКАЧАТЬ her, tears streaming down his face. She had fallen…and yet her eyes were open, her lips just ajar…and she seemed to be staring at the most terrifying thing in the universe. Just like Cutter here. Good God, I wonder what it was that they saw?”

      Chapter One

      Kelsey Donovan was at home, working beneath the bright light above her drafting desk, when her phone rang. She answered it distractedly.

      “Yes?”

      “Kelsey? Is this Kelsey Donovan?”

      It was odd, Kelsey thought later, that she didn’t recognize Liam Beckett’s voice the minute he called, but, then again, it had been a long, long time since she had heard it, and they’d both been basically children at the time.

      His voice was low, deep, confident and well-cultured, with the tiniest hint of the South. Naturally—they were from the southernmost city in the United States, even if that city had never been completely typically Southern or typically anything at all. Key West was an olio of countries, times, and people, and accents came from across the globe.

      And still…

      “It’s Liam.”

      “Liam Beckett?”

      “Yes, Kelsey. Hello. I’m sorry to be calling you. Well, I’m not sorry to be calling you, I’m just sorry because of…the news I have to give you.”

      Her heart seemed to sink several inches down into her stomach.

      “It’s Cutter, isn’t it?” she asked.

      “I’m afraid so, Kelsey.” He was quiet a minute. “I’m afraid he died a couple of days ago. We just found him.”

      A heart couldn’t sink lower than into the stomach, could it? It seemed that the depths of her body burned with sorrow and regret. It was human, she tried to tell herself, to put off until tomorrow what should have been done today. She hadn’t gone back.

      Why in hell had she never gone back? She had meant to, she had promised Cutter Merlin, her only living relative, that she would do so. And yet…

      Even after her father had passed away, there had been that dark, empty place that had made her afraid to do so.

      “Kelsey? Are you there?”

      “Yes, I’m here. I’m…Thank you. Thank you for calling me.”

      “Of course.” He was silent, and then he cleared his throat awkwardly. “Well, there are matters, of course, that must be dealt with. The property is yours—and the decision on the final arrangements for his interment are yours as well, of course.”

      “Um…” She couldn’t think. She didn’t want to think. She didn’t want to sit here and think of herself as being such a low and callous human being for not having gone back. Whatever had happened when she had been a teenager, she didn’t think that it had been her grandfather’s fault, no matter what her father had believed. And her father hadn’t actually called Cutter evil, he had told her he was a good man. He hadn’t even said that the house was evil. But there had been something. She had known that her father believed that her mother’s death hadn’t been an accident, and that he had taken Kelsey away from the house because he had wanted her away from Cutter Merlin.

      But the man had been her grandfather, her flesh and blood! She had spoken with him on the phone after her father’s death, and she had said that she would come out. But there had been the awful grief of losing her father, and then the flurry of work to learn to live with the fact that he was gone. And then…and then…

      She had meant to go down to see him. She hadn’t. And that’s the way it was, and now he was gone, too, and she was a horrible human being. Liam had said that they had just found him, but…

      He had been dead some time. He had died alone, and his body had just sat there alone in death, because he had been so alone in life.

      “Kelsey?”

      “I’m here.”

      “His attorney was Joe Richter. I’ll text you the phone number and address. I suppose you can come here yourself, or make whatever arrangements you’d like with Joe.”

      “Sure. Thank you.” She still felt numb—and filled with regret. She didn’t like herself very much at the moment. She roused herself, though, curious as to why it was Liam who had called her.

      “Um—how is it that you’re calling?” she asked.

      “I’m a cop these days,” he told her. “And we’ve had a few shake-ups in the department lately, so…Anyway, old times, I suppose. When his mail carrier reported that he wasn’t collecting his mail, I went to the house. I found him.”

      A cop. Of course, Liam was a cop. He’d wanted to solve every riddle, put together the pieces of any puzzle. Once, when a school lab rat had disappeared, he had discovered that Sam Henley had stolen the creature to take home; he’d pretended to find Sam’s fingerprint on the rat cage, and Sam had quickly squealed—like a rat.

      She closed her eyes. She was thinking about Liam. And Cutter was dead.

      “Was it a heart attack?” she asked.

      There seemed to be a little beat in time before he answered.

      “Apparently. But his body is still with the M.E. Just procedure,” he said.

      But there had been something odd in his voice!

      “Please go ahead and call Joe, Kelsey. Let him know what you’d like. Are you still drawing?”

      The new question took a moment to comprehend. She was surprised that he remembered how she had loved drawing.

      “I’m a cartoonist. I have a column, and we do a little animated thing on the web,” she said. “I have an animator partner, and we’re doing fairly well. Thanks for asking.”

      “That sounds great. Well…”

      His voice trailed off. He was a cop. He was busy.

      “Thank you again, Liam. I’m glad the news came from you.”

      “I’m sorry, Kelsey. Though I guess it’s been a while since you’d seen Cutter.”

      “We had talked,” she told him. Ah, yes, there were defensive tones to her words!

      “Take care,” he told her.

      “Of course, thank you—you, too.”

      The phone went dead in her hands. She still didn’t move for several minutes.

      The room darkened around her. Only the bright light above her drafting table gave illumination to her apartment.

      She liked where she lived. People often thought of the L.A. area as rather a hellhole of plastic people and traffic.

      But Hollywood had neighborhoods. She didn’t have to travel most of the time; she worked from home. СКАЧАТЬ