Memory of Murder. Ramona Richards

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Lindsey’s eyes widened, and she grabbed his forearm. “And his accent. More Tennessee than Chicago.”

      Ray made a note. “So we need to check records for GTOs in Tennessee only.”

      “And juvenile records, where we can. This kid’s been in trouble before. No one that age starts by kidnapping a stranger.”

      Lindsey tightened her grip on his arm. “And the drugs. He was definitely hyped up on something. Drugs to make him brave and stupid enough to try something like this.”

      Ray glanced up at his deputy. “And you don’t think he stole the car.”

      Jeff shook his head. “I think the older guy planned this and provided the car.”

      “And he’s not happy about the wreck,” Lindsey added.

      Jeff stared at her. “Why do you say that?”

      Lindsey shivered a bit and pulled back into herself again, crossing her arms over her stomach. “That GTO had been completely restored. You don’t just maintain a car like that. It’s been babied.” She closed her eyes. “He said the kid deserved to die for wrecking it.”

      Jeff glanced once at Ray, then reached out and stroked her upper arm with the back of his hand. “You need to go home.”

      After a moment, she nodded. “And to the restaurant.”

      * * *

      Lindsey breathed a sigh of relief to find that the Sheriff’s Department had secured the restaurant. Ray had grabbed the deposit bag at the GTO and tossed it into evidence. He’d return it after they had fingerprinted it. Once again, Lindsey said a prayer of thanks that God had led her to answer her sister’s wedding invitation, bringing her to the amazing small town of Bell’s Springs, Tennessee.

      Definitely a God thing. Exhaustion consumed every muscle, and with a sigh Lindsey leaned heavily against the back door of Ray’s cruiser, looking out at the stars. She almost hadn’t answered that invitation, thinking at first it had to be a joke. Their abusive father had kicked April and June out of the house after their mother and brother had died. When he went to prison, neither April nor June were anywhere to be found. Lindsey, just ten and still carrying her detested birth name of July, had felt betrayed and abandoned. She hadn’t spoken to either of her sisters in the fifteen years that followed.

      She couldn’t believe that June would contact her after all that time. But a quick search on the internet brought up more information on both sisters than she’d thought possible, including a few details about the horrors they’d survived, and how they had thrived afterwards. April had survived an abusive spouse, and the people in her new hometown had helped her start a home-based business making jams and jellies. June, who had spent years on the street, had lost her first husband and been wrongly accused of murder. Now she ran a grant-writing business and authored a popular blog, June’s Bell County Wanderings, which was an online diary of life in this small town. Curiosity had dissolved into an unexpected longing for family. Lindsey’s anger at her sisters had vanished as she’d learned how difficult their own lives had been, how they’d fought to succeed. That they were both happily married now and living in a great community emboldened her with a hope she hadn’t felt in a long time.

      So Lindsey had come to Bell’s Springs to reunite with her sisters, finding, in addition, a home for her own dreams.

      “Penny for your thoughts.” Beside her in the backseat, Jeff still watched her closely, his attention warming Lindsey’s spirit.

      “It’s a God thing.”

      Jeff’s eyebrows arched. “Say again?”

      She smiled, suddenly aware of how odd her words must have sounded. “Sorry. Not—” she waved a hand between them, pointing to the bandages they both sported “—this. Tonight.” She circled her hand in the air, then rested it on his arm. “All of it. Me being in Bell County. Finding a place for the restaurant so quickly.”

      Jeff looked down at her hand, his words soft as he repeated, “A God thing.”

      Puzzled, Lindsey watched him a few moments, then glanced in the rearview mirror at Ray. The sheriff studied his deputy, as well, his brows forming a single line over concerned eyes.

      Why would this bother him? Lindsey turned again to Jeff, who clenched one fist, even as he placed the other hand tenderly over hers. Lindsey’s breath caught a second at the gentleness of his touch in contrast to the troubled expression on his face. But no one spoke again until Ray turned into the drive of the cottage she called home. Jeff seemed to shake off whatever troubling thought had seized him as he looked up at Lindsey, a forced smile on his face. He squeezed her hand, then released it as he reached for the door.

      “I’ll walk you in, make sure you’re safe.”

      “Sure,” she answered. As soon as he got out, she whispered to Ray, “Is he going to be all right?”

      “Physically, he’ll bounce back quickly.” Ray’s expression remained stoic.

      “Mentally?”

      “He has a lot to work out.”

      “You ever been through anything like this?”

      He nodded. “Every officer goes through it eventually. Part of the job. No one’s per—” His words broke off as Jeff opened Lindsey’s door.

      Holding her crutch, he helped her out, then walked her to the narrow stoop at the front of her house. “What time will you leave for the restaurant?”

      “Around four. Breakfast prep only takes an hour or so, and RuthAnn comes in at five to help.”

      “RuthAnn Crenshaw?”

      She nodded.

      “Anyone else?”

      “Not till lunch.”

      “You stay all day, right?”

      She shook her head. “Lunch is actually light for us. RuthAnn stays till after breakfast, around eight, then goes to her retail job in Springfield. She comes back in at five-thirty, stays till closing. Damon Schneider and his sister come in at eleven, but after lunch prep, I usually walk home and nap till three. The Schneiders stay till six, then RuthAnn and I work till we close at eight. I’m going to have to hire at least one more person soon, but for now, that’s it.”

      He hesitated, a sudden wariness in his voice. “So where was RuthAnn tonight?”

      Lindsey’s eyes widened as she remembered. “She got a call just before seven. Someone said her mother had fallen. She took off like a shot.”

      Jeff’s eyes hardened. “Did she say who called?”

      “I’m not sure she knew. Do you think that had something to do—”

      “I’ll check it out.”

      Weariness flooded Lindsey’s body, and she leaned heavily against the door frame. “Why is this happening?”

      Jeff touched her shoulder. “Get some rest. Ray will run СКАЧАТЬ