The Sheriff's Second Chance. Leandra Logan

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      Chapter Three

      Ethan was edgy at the sheriff’s office the next morning, determined to track down Sarah for a quick, frank talk about Kelsey. Why hadn’t she answered the door last night? It would have been easy to find her two weeks ago when school was still in session. Despite the arrival of Amy Joy, Sarah had watched over her morning kindergarten class most days, relying on her aide to handle the get-up-and-go tasks. Occasionally, the baby had even hitched a ride along in her buggy. Things were like that in the small town, with obliging parents and staff wanting to make it easy for Sarah so she’d return next year.

      It turned out all Ethan had to do was hit Harvester Avenue, where he spotted willowy Sarah sitting idle on a bench in front of the corner drugstore at Fifth Street, her hand gently rocking Amy Joy’s big springy buggy.

      Pretty as a picture was the new mother, dressed in a green peasant blouse and denim shorts, her wavy gold hair captured in a ribbon. With bare legs crossed, she bobbed a sandaled foot in time to “Spanish Flea,” an Herb Alpert tune played by two clarinetists from the Whittier High School band busking at the corner. Amused passersby were tossing coins into an upside-down baseball cap.

      The boys froze at the sight of him, probably wondering if they needed a permit to play.

      Ethan didn’t know or care. “Go ahead, knock yourselves out.”

      Happy, they tooted on with gusto.

      Peeking at the dozing baby under the buggy’s visor, Ethan leaned against a nearby lamppost. Sarah wasn’t going to be able to avoid him this time. Funny that she’d tried it last night. But she was one tough girl and had kicked him out of the treehouse in her father’s apple orchard more than once. Landing on apples sure did hurt! He still couldn’t bear to eat one.

      “Nice day, Sarah,” he greeted genially.

      “Perfect.”

      “How’s our baby girl doing?”

      “Swell. As you can see for yourself.”

      “They grow up so fast,” he marveled. “Assert their independence so early.”

      She gaped at him. “What do you mean?”

      “I could’ve sworn I heard her crying alone in your house last night. Naturally, I got right off the bell. Waited though, to give her a sporting chance to respond but I guess she just couldn’t crawl the distance.”

      “Don’t be silly, Ethan.”

      “Of course if you had been there, you’d have answered the bell, right?”

      “Well, sure. I mean, none of us were there. Must have been the radio you heard. Derek keeps it on when we go out. To fool burglars.”

      Her brown eyes were bright and steady in spite of the lie. She and Kelsey could sell anything to anyone back in the day—watered-down lemonade, bruised apples, day-old pastries, all with convincing sincerity. He expected that would still hold true, at least for her.

      “So why did you drop by last night, Ethan?”

      It was a smart move to ask, knowing she was already trapped.

      “I was following up a rumor about Kelsey coming. Is it true?”

      “Yes!” She clasped her hands gleefully. “A crazy twist, huh?”

      The craziest.

      “C’mon, take another look at Amy Joy,” Sarah urged suddenly.

      “Why?”

      “This time, note the sweet little rosebud dress she’s wearing.”

      He leaned back over the pram. “Very nice.”

      “Sent to her by guess who?”

      “Kelsey.”

      “Exactly.” She closed her eyes and smiled up at the sun. “Amy Joy’s only outfit from out of town. Makes her look sharp and unique, like her aunt Kelsey.”

      It was becoming impossible to talk over the music. Ethan turned to discover there were now four musicians on the corner. He decided to sit on the bench beside Sarah to make himself heard. “How long have you known about Kelsey’s homecoming?”

      “I’ve kept the news under wraps a little while,” she admitted. “There seemed no hurry in giving grudge-toting people time to get worked up about it and plan a negative campaign. So how is Mr. Grudge himself taking it?”

      “Lewis is a little worked up.”

      “As expected.”

      “Is he the reason you pretended not to be home last night, Sare?”

      “Okay, yes,” she relented. “Neither Derek or I felt like dealing with the Cutler issue at that hour.”

      “He’s bound to have an interest, Sarah. In his mind, Kelsey robbed him of his only child, his main reason for living.”

      Sarah’s face hardened suddenly. “You know as well as I do that Kelsey didn’t hurt anyone on purpose. Ever.”

      “Still, the fact remains—”

      “Cutler and those other fools drove the poor girl right out of town.”

      “A college education from Bryn Mawr is hardly a sentence at San Quentin.”

      “Oh, but how she struggled to earn it. She had to maintain the best grades to keep scholarships and worked some very crummy jobs.”

      “I guess I never realized.”

      “Nobody did. Kelsey was forced to take the fall for the accident, then it СКАЧАТЬ