The General's Secretary. Debby Giusti

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СКАЧАТЬ “I’m glad you decided to meet me.”

      She wrapped her fingers around the chunky mug. “Did I have a choice?”

      “You could have gone home.”

      “I need my key.”

      She held out her hand, palm up, which he ignored.

      “You tried the key at the motel,” Dawson said, “thinking it would open the door. Evidently Granger didn’t tell you what it unlocked when he called you.”

      She tilted her head and braced her shoulders before she leaned across the table, her voice low. “When did he call nine-seven-one-four, the number on your business card?”

      Touché. Ms. Beaumont had a mind and wasn’t afraid to use it. He stretched back in the booth. “You’ve developed a bit of an attitude since you left your house, Lillie. What happened?”

      “I realized you may be more of a problem than an asset.”

      “Which means?”

      “I thought I could trust you.”

      He shrugged. “I’m working for Uncle Sam. I’m trustworthy.”

      “Really, Dawson?” She raised a brow and stared at him across the table.

      He almost smiled at the cute way her nose turned up and the handful of freckles that dotted her cheeks, neither of which he had noticed earlier. “Let’s make a trade. Okay? You go first.”

      She shook her head. “I’ve already told you everything.”

      “Why did Granger pick tonight to stop by your house?”

      “He was on the run. As I mentioned, someone found him and beat him.”

      “But why?”

      “Because he was trying to uncover the truth about what happened to my mother.” Lillie glanced at the waitress then back at Dawson. “I overheard the prosecuting attorney talking to my foster parents before Granger’s trial began. The lawyer was worried the evidence wouldn’t be enough to find him guilty. Everyone wanted to pin the crime on someone. Granger was the logical choice.”

      Dawson’s muscles tensed. “Do you know that for sure?”

      She leaned in closer. “All I know is someone wanted my mother dead, only I never knew who. At the time, it was easier to believe Granger was guilty.”

      “And now?”

      “Now I want everything to go back to the way it was before Granger knocked on my door.” She sighed. “Only there’s no going back.”

      “Why would someone want to kill your mother?”

      “I thought it was because of me. That I had done something wrong.”

      “Which doesn’t make sense, Lillie.”

      “Not to an adult, but children always believe they’re at fault when something bad happens.”

      Dawson thought of his own childhood. For too long, he had blamed himself for his absentee father.

      Lillie pointed a slender finger at him. “Now it’s your turn, Mr. CID Agent. How are you involved?”

      “I’m representing the military in the investigation.”

      “There’s something you’re not telling me.”

      She was right, but Dawson wasn’t ready to reveal anything else.

      His cell rang. He pulled the mobile phone from his pocket. “Timmons.”

      “Pritchard here. Thought you might be interested in the latest.”

      “Hold on a second.” Dawson glanced at Lillie. “I need to take this call.”

      Without waiting for her response, he slid from the booth and hustled outside. The chilly night air swirled around him. He pushed the phone to his ear. “Go ahead.”

      “The victim rented a room at the Hi-Way Motel. We’re there now.”

      “Did you find anything that has bearing on his death?” Dawson asked.

      “A photo cut from the local newspaper of a guy named Billy Everett was hidden in the motel Bible.”

      The one place Dawson hadn’t looked.

      “Everett got into trouble a few years back,” the cop continued. “The news photo was taken when we hauled him in for questioning. We didn’t have enough evidence and eventually had to release him.”

      “Had he been arrested before?”

      “For possession. Did some time. Claimed he had cleaned up his life, but the guy’s got problems. Not too smart, and years of abusing drugs haven’t helped.”

      “So why would Granger have his picture?”

      “Your guess is as good as mine.”

      “Do me a favor,” Dawson said. “Fax me a copy of the photo.”

      “Will do.”

      “Any indication Everett was involved in tonight’s shooting?”

      “A lamp was overturned, and the bedding was disheveled. Looks like there could have been a scuffle.”

      Or someone was looking for something, such as a key, which Dawson didn’t mention. He raked his hands across his face, needing the coffee he hadn’t had a chance to drink.

      “If they had argued—” Dawson went along with Pritchard’s theory “—why would Granger go to Lillie’s house?”

      “The guilty always return to the scene of the crime. Irene Beaumont’s house burned down years ago, but her daughter was still in town. If Granger killed Irene, he might want her daughter to know about his release from prison.”

      “Lillie was only four years old when her mother disappeared.”

      “She heard a man’s voice that night,” Pritchard said. “Irene Beaumont had a Fulton County license plate on her car when she arrived in Freemont. Initially, folks thought she had gone back to Atlanta with her lover. No mention of a husband. Most people presumed she had never married.”

      “And left her child home alone?”

      “No one said she was the best of mothers.”

      Small towns were all alike. Similar talk had lived on in Cotton Grove. Hard for a kid who heard what people said behind his mother’s back.

      Pritchard sniffed. “Of course, all that changed when they found her body.”

      “Did the motel manager know anything about what happened today?” Dawson asked.

      “He СКАЧАТЬ