To The Rescue. Jean Barrett
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Название: To The Rescue

Автор: Jean Barrett

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Ужасы и Мистика

Серия: Eclipse

isbn: 9781472034977

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СКАЧАТЬ wasn’t even certain that he had recovered his memory of yesterday’s events, though he seemed entirely lucid this morning.

      “Do you know where you’re at, or how you got here?”

      “Testing me?” His slow smile wore something of the cocky grin in that photo. “I’ve a pretty good idea, yeah.”

      Brother Timothy must have explained it to him at some point. But whether he had any recollection of his encounter with her out in the passage last night was another matter. Maybe not. Maybe it had just been some P.I.’s instinct kicking in so that, dazed though he’d been, he’d left the room to search for her. Whatever the explanation, she had no intention of reminding him of that uncomfortable episode.

      “What are you wondering now, Jenny? Whether I’m going to be okay, or whether I’m a candidate for the nearest hospital?”

      He was observant all right. He had caught her eyeing the injury on his forehead, where the swelling was considerably diminished, and the tape wrapped around the lower half of that sinewy bare chest.

      “I hate to disappoint you, but it’s like this….”

      Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he sat up on its edge. There was something provocative about the way he leaned toward her so earnestly, his dark hair tousled, his unshaven face flushed, as though he’d spent a long night doing more than just sleeping.

      Damning her treacherous imagination, she backed several inches away from him. There was no question of it. Leo McKenzie was a threat to her on more than one level.

      “There’s nothing wrong with me,” he finished informing her emphatically. “Nothing that a monk’s medicine and a night in bed haven’t already fixed. So, while I’m grateful for both your rescue and your concern, if you think I might be too helpless to keep you from running again—”

      “Why?” she demanded. “Why are you after me?”

      “My brother was murdered. I’d kind of like to see that his killer pays for that.”

      “And you think that I’m the one who murdered him?”

      “It occurred to me that you might know something about it anyway, especially after what Barbara had to tell me.”

      “Barbara?”

      “Yeah, Barbara, his wife. Or do you want to pretend that you didn’t know Guy was married?”

      “I didn’t, not until the day before his death.”

      “Funny, because Barbara seemed to think you knew all about her. She was in a bad state when she called me at home and begged me to fly over to try to talk some sense into Guy.”

      “What did she tell you?”

      “Enough to worry me. I got the full details on the way into London when Barbara picked me up at Heathrow the night before last. How Guy had told her he was crazy about you and that he wanted a divorce. How you were already so wildly possessive of him that you’d do anything to have him, including breaking up his marriage.”

      Jennifer was dumbfounded. She knew that Guy had been in love with her, or foolishly claimed to be, but to tell his wife such outrageous lies…

      “And you believed what she told you?”

      “I believed she believed it. As for me, I wanted to talk to Guy before I got real serious about it. Only I never got the chance. The police were there to meet us with the bad news when Barbara and I got to his shop.”

      Guy’s esteemed antique business on Great Brompton Road where he had been murdered. The scene haunted Jennifer.

      “And you immediately assumed I was the one who killed him? How could you? Or weren’t you told that the police questioned me and were satisfied I wasn’t a suspect?”

      “Neither Barbara or I assumed anything. And, yes, I was told you weren’t a suspect. But a P.I. likes to ask his own questions, especially when they concern the death of his brother. Went to your mews cottage the next morning, Jenny, to ask those questions. You weren’t there. A neighbor told me you were in a big hurry when he saw you coming away with your suitcase. Said you went tearing up the street in a small, green Ford. Kind of suspicious to run away like that, wouldn’t you say?”

      “And that made me guilty?”

      “Not guilty. Not yet. Let’s just say your action makes you a strong possibility. After all, you were involved with Guy. But if you’re so innocent—”

      “I am innocent.”

      “Then why are you on the run?”

      “I have my reasons. Good ones.” But Jennifer wasn’t ready to share them. She still wanted answers. “Just how did you find me?”

      “You were careless, Jenny. You must have called directory assistance and then jotted down the number they gave you.”

      On the back of an old bill next to the telephone. She remembered that and how afterwards she had crumpled up the bill and tossed it into the wastebasket.

      “I called the number,” he said. “Turned out to be the King’s Head Inn in Heathside. I took a chance and told them I was Jennifer Rowan’s husband just checking to be sure they had my wife’s reservation for a room. It paid off. They were happy to verify your reservation.”

      “You broke into my cottage and went through my wastebasket? You had no right,” she accused him, resenting the man’s total brashness.

      “Now how else could I look for some evidence of where you might have gone?”

      “And, of course, you didn’t share that evidence with the police.”

      “Didn’t think they’d like hearing I entered your cottage.” His eyes narrowed. “Besides, it had become very personal by then.”

      So personal, Jennifer thought, that she realized Leo McKenzie would go to any length to see his brother’s killer convicted of his murder. And if she was his chief suspect, maybe his only suspect at the moment, then maybe he was prepared to wring the truth out of her, no matter what it cost either of them. And the police be damned.

      Guy and Leo. She was still shaken by the revelation that they had been half brothers. There was nothing about their characters or looks that were alike. Except for one thing. Guy, too, had been single-minded in his determination to go after what he wanted.

      “I’m waiting, Jenny,” he said, sounding patient about it.

      But she knew he wasn’t patient at all. He had given her his story, and now he demanded hers.

      “What’s the point?” she said, unable to keep the bitterness from her voice. “Haven’t you already condemned me?”

      “I don’t remember saying that. Hell, I’m a reasonable man, willing to listen to all the arguments. Maybe you’ve got a good one. So, go on, tell me, and if I like what I hear—”

      “What?” she cut him off sharply. “You’ll reconsider your judgmental opinion of me?”

      “Depends СКАЧАТЬ