The Truth About Jane Doe. Linda Warren

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      “I promised Dad I would.”

      “I didn’t realize you had a Texas license or practiced anything but criminal law.”

      “I got the Texas license mostly for my dad’s sake,” he said. “I hadn’t planned on practicing here this soon, but I assure you I can handle most cases.”

      “How long do you plan on staying in Coberville?”

      “I’m due for a long vacation. So I plan to stay as long as Mom needs me and until I get all of Dad’s cases closed. At least a month.”

      “That’s good to hear. I presume you’re familiar with the case your dad was handling for the Townsend family?”

      “No,” Matthew said, “can’t say that I am.” He figured this had something to do with the case his mother had mentioned last night. He wished she’d told him more.

      “Then you haven’t got a clue about what’s going on around here.” The statement held an accusing tone, similar to Miss Emma’s earlier. It had the same effect on him. But Rob was a client and deserved his patience.

      “No,” Matthew repeated. He picked up a pencil and, searching for a pad, came across the Townsend file. “Dad must have been working on it because the file’s right here.”

      “Hmm,” Rob murmured. “Sad to say, your dad didn’t give it a lot of attention.”

      “Oh?”

      “He was dragging his heels so long I was thinking of hiring an attorney from Austin.”

      “Doesn’t sound like Dad. He always believed in taking care of business.”

      “My mother had a lot of faith in him, but I guess he just wasn’t feeling up to par.”

      “Maybe,” Matthew admitted reluctantly, knowing his dad would never let a client down. He touched the thick file. “I’ll review this tonight, but generally what’s the case about?”

      Rob crossed his legs and began to talk. “After a lengthy illness my mother passed away about six months ago. Her will was pretty straightforward, leaving everything to her three children. She also stipulated that Aunt Martha could live at Seven Trees until her death with all expenses paid, and she left her a trust fund, as well.”

      “You don’t have a problem with any of that, do you?”

      “No, it was what we expected. Mother was the sole owner of the Cober estate. She bought out Aunt Martha a long time ago. Dad and my mother had been having marital difficulties for years, and they had separate estates. So we all knew the bulk would go to her children, but what we didn’t expect was an outside party being named in the will.”

      “An outside party?”

      “Christmas Jane Doe.”

      Surprise darted along Matthew’s nerves, but he made sure that nothing showed on his face. “The girl who was left on the Watsons’ doorstep?”

      “Yes. Mother left her a hundred thousand dollars and a thousand acres of Cober land.”

      “What?” Matthew’s surprise turned to shock.

      “You heard me right. My mother had to be insane if she thought we’d accept this. As I said, she was ill for a long time and she wasn’t thinking straight. I want this will broken and I want it done as soon as possible.”

      “Was your mother making business decisions up until her death?”

      “Yes, although Dad and I advised her. She would never relinquish her power.”

      “Let me see if I can find the will,” Matthew said. He opened the file and quickly sorted through the contents.

      “Here it is.” He pulled out the legal document and glanced through it briefly. “There’s a personal letter from your mother.”

      “Oh, yes, about how she wants us to accept her decision.”

      “It’s very heartwarming.” Matthew scanned the letter and wondered at Rob’s coldheartedness.

      “Mother thought we took our inheritance for granted, and she wanted to give something to someone who’d appreciate it. It’s all crap. Mother just felt sorry for the girl. We will not accept an outsider inheriting Cober land.”

      “I see,” Matthew replied, continuing to read through the papers. One small detail caught his eye. He glanced at Rob. “Did anyone mention the date on this document?”

      “No, I don’t believe so. I just assumed she’d made it recently.”

      “This document is dated twenty years ago.” Matthew turned the will around so Rob could read the date.

      “What?” he choked out. In one swift movement Rob was on his feet, grabbing the document from Matthew’s hand. “Damn, how could this have slipped by us? By your father? Surely he knew the date and he never said a word! I only saw this letter briefly. It’s been in your father’s custody ever since. How could this have happened?”

      Their eyes locked. Matthew didn’t miss the slur on his dad’s capabilities as a lawyer—and he didn’t like it. But he also knew his dad had been ill. “I have no idea,” Matthew said slowly, “but did anyone check for a recent will?”

      “That was the only will at the bank where she kept all her important papers. I’m sure there isn’t another one.”

      Matthew nodded at the document in Rob’s hand. “That’s going to make it much harder to break.”

      “Dammit, I’m so tired of dealing with this.” Rob tossed the papers on the desk. “We only plan to spend the spring months in Coberville, so I want to get this settled. I need to concentrate on campaigning, instead of this bizarre mess.” He turned away. “Why the hell would Mother do this to me? To her family?”

      Matthew folded his hands across the file. If he was going to represent the Townsends, he had to be completely honest. “I was only a kid when the baby was found, but I still remember the rumors.”

      Rob swung around, his blue eyes dark with resentment. “My father and I have nothing to do with that girl’s existence!”

      Matthew stared at Rob. His eyes didn’t waver as they challenged that statement.

      “Okay.” Rob threw up his hands. “I’ve had my share of women and so has my dad. I’m not denying that, but if either of us had gotten some girl pregnant, she would have bled us for every penny. Instead, she leaves the baby five miles from our house. That doesn’t make any sense. Anyway, just look at C. J. Doe with all that black hair and those green eyes. She looks nothing like us, and no one’s going to make me believe that Mother knew anything about her birth. It’s all just rumors. The truth is, some teenager probably got pregnant and, being scared and alone, decided to leave the baby on the Watsons’ doorstep. Everyone knew how desperately Maggie Watson wanted a baby. That makes more sense than those ridiculous rumors about us.”

      Matthew could see the fear in his eyes. Rob wasn’t sure the girl wasn’t СКАЧАТЬ