Permanent Vacancy. Katy Lee

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      “I wouldn’t think so with the way he’s riling up the town by calling all these meetings to stop you from rehabbing this place. If there was a possibility of a bridge, I’d say he’s burned it.”

      “That has nothing to do with my reason for ending it with him. I needed something he couldn’t give me.”

      “And what was that?”

      “Freedom.”

      Len grunted before saying, “I figured as much.”

      Gretchen shot a look his way. Did Len know? A geyser of shame doused her. No, he couldn’t. There was no way. She averted her gaze back out the window. She caught sight of the director she had met three months ago. He was speaking a little too closely to Colm, although Colm held his ground with folded arms, muscles in forearms flexed. Gretchen wished she could read lips, but by the way Colm’s face took on a reddish tinge, it didn’t look positive. Was Colm asking Troy about putting her fall through the basement on the cutting-room floor? Or at least what she admitted to after the fall? Gretchen looked back at the director. What say you, Troy Mullen?

      “No need to pretend with me, Gretchen. I know Billy held on to you a little too tightly. Some would say he meant well.”

      “Meant well?” She whipped her attention back to the one man she had hoped to have on her side about this. If she was ever able to tell. “You have no—”

      Len held up a gnarled hand. “I said some would say. But still, he’s a deputy in the sheriff’s department. That holds water. The townspeople like him protecting their island from others with agendas.”

      “There are no agendas here other than my opening a small bed-and-breakfast to support myself. The crew from Rescue to Restoration isn’t here for any reason but to help me. When they finish they will be gone forever.”

      “Are you positive about that?”

      “Now you sound like everyone else. Of course, what other reason would there be for them to be here?”

      Len shrugged. He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Just keep your eyes open. Things aren’t always what they seem. People aren’t always what they seem. Take that TV host for example. I thought he had an Irish accent. When he was in here, I heard no sign of his heritage. What kind of man turns his back on his roots, unless he’s got something to hide or gain? I should know. It was over sixty years ago I fled for my life from a Soviet-occupied Germany. I ran with nothing but the clothes on my back and my—”

      “I know. Your family’s heirloom painting. The painting hung above your family’s fireplace for generations and now hangs in my mother’s restaurant.”

      “And will soon hang above your fireplace here.”

      “What?” Gretchen gasped. “What are you talking about?” Maybe the man was touched, as Colm had put it.

      “I’ve told everyone that I’m leaving you my painting.”

      “Everyone? Len, the islanders will form a mob against me, my mother in the lead. Why me?”

      “Like I said, I’m not getting any younger. It’s time I put my ducks in order. As long as my painting hangs, my heritage lives on.”

      “But my mom would never take it down! You don’t have to worry about that.”

      “I know, but I want you to have it, and that’s final.”

      “That painting has always hung in her restaurant.”

      “Before the restaurant was your mother’s, it was mine. The place represented my new beginning when I came here and opened it for business. If I’m correct this home is your new beginning, right?”

      Gretchen nodded, her throat tight with emotion.

      “Then I chose well for my legacy to continue.” Len looked out the window. “Unlike that television personality down there. What would his father say if he knew his son had let down his family name?”

      Gretchen located Colm again below, this time stomping up the steps to a trailer that was placed along the tree line to the woods. Something had made him angry. Had Troy said no to his request on her behalf? Or no to some plan or agenda Colm had on his own? Without knowing who the real Colm McCrae was, she couldn’t be certain.

      “Maybe you’re right,” she told Len. “I shouldn’t be speaking for people I don’t know. I would like to say the crew is only here to help me renovate, but I may be wrong.” She reached for Len’s hand. “Will you pray for this whole situation? I hate being at odds with the islanders. But I also can’t go back to the way things were.”

      “That bad?” Len squeezed her hand and brought tears to her eyes. She bit the inside of her lip to stop the flow threatening to spill. All she could do was shake her head. If she opened her mouth to speak, only wails of pain and betrayal would come.

      “Okay, sweetheart, you don’t have to tell me today.” Len cupped her cheek so gently it nearly erased the memory of pain there. “But don’t wait too long. Nothing can be resolved if you hold it in. Plus, my days are numbered, and I have those ducks I mentioned.”

      “I said, don’t talk like that,” she mumbled, wiping away the few spilled tears. “You’re going to make me cry again. Plus you’re here now, and that’s all that matters. Thank you, Len, for being here for me. I really thought the whole island was against me. I don’t feel so isolated anymore.”

      “I’m just sorry you had to feel that way in the first place. So much is changing on my island. And it’s not for the better. I just hope I can change the tides back before I take my final breath. Remember what I said, Gretchen—be careful of whom you trust.”

      “That’s easy. From now on, I only trust myself.”

      * * *

      “The scene stays?” Colm mumbled in disbelief as he snatched his yellow hard hat from the cabinet inside his trailer. Troy really was mad. Did he want the safety and health administration here shutting them down for unsafe conditions? Ratings were important, but not at the risk of the show—and definitely not at the risk of someone’s life, especially the home owner’s.

      Colm adjusted the strap on the hat with a little more vigor than needed, his thoughts on how Gretchen wanted only to gain her independence from—

      He stopped, his argument lingering. From whom? It wasn’t as if she was forthcoming with the details. Why should he put his neck on the line for someone so closemouthed? He felt as if he’d spent his whole life helping people who never really wanted his help in the first place. There were only so many hits a guy could take. And yet Colm knew deep down he would take them all, no questions asked. A defender of the underdog he was, through and through.

      He resigned himself to asking Troy again to lose the footage, but he knew the only way Troy would consider it was if he got something in return.

      Troy had loved that they captured the fall on tape, and he didn’t even know about the possibility that someone had cut the boards. Perhaps he should. Then the СКАЧАТЬ