The Sheriff's Daughter. Tara Taylor Quinn

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СКАЧАТЬ riddles and mysteries. When I was a kid I preferred old detective reruns to cartoons and all the action-hero shows the kids at school talked about.”

      She could picture him, a much smaller version of the man sitting beside her, with skinny arms and legs, innocent eyes and the same freshly cut hair, lying on his stomach in front of a television set, his chin in his hands. The vision was so bittersweet it echoed the ache that accompanied her everywhere, every day.

      “I don’t really know how it all started,” he continued. “It’s not like I ever made a conscious decision, but somehow, after I learned your name—and decided that I wasn’t going to try to see you—I started looking you up on the Internet.”

      Sara’s chest tightened. Her entire life was a secret, built on air—and on her determination to protect herself, make amends, never be hurt or hurt anyone ever again. She would not allow herself to falter.

      But no one knew that. In this area she had no confidants.

      “There was no Internet when I was growing up. And I’m a behind-the-scenes kind of person. I imagine that search bored you fairly quickly.”

      Ryan shook his head. But it was the compassion shining from his eyes that scared her to death.

      He knew. That one look from her son brought back all the shame. The dirtiness. The fear and anger. The guilt.

      She didn’t want him to see her like that. Didn’t want to be that person. She’d worked so hard to leave sixteen-year-old Sara Lindsay behind.

      “When I typed in your name, nothing came up. But birth records are public and it didn’t take long to find out that your father was the sheriff of Brighton County.”

      Court cases were probably public record, too. And if someone was savvy enough to know how to access them…

      “It was actually through his name that I found the old newspaper articles.”

      “How old?” The Internet hadn’t been around that long.

      “Twenty-two years. The Maricopa Tribune, like a lot of newspapers, hired someone to archive their past issues and you can access the collection on their Web site.”

      She’d had no idea. Had never seen the articles to begin with, though she’d heard about them. Her parents had pulled her out of school that year and her mother had homeschooled her. They’d done all they could to help her recover from the tragic consequences of her great rebellion—including arranging counseling.

      Still, despite all their efforts—and her own—the damage remained.

      Ryan hesitated, and now it was Sara’s turn to look away. How did a son broach such a subject with his mother? Especially one he’d just met?

      He shouldn’t need to.

      And yet it was clearly important to Ryan.

      “It was my fault.” She hadn’t meant to say the words. And knew logically that they couldn’t possibly be true. Everyone who’d been around then, who’d had anything to do with her, had adamantly insisted that she hadn’t been to blame.

      And yet she’d deliberately disobeyed her parents. She’d lied. She’d put herself in danger….

      “You were raped. Three guys were convicted and sent to prison! How can you possibly think that was your fault?” Ryan’s words echoed those she’d heard so many times before.

      “I should never have been at that party,” she said softly. “It was stupid teenage rebellion. Growing up the only child of a sheriff—especially when you’re a girl—isn’t always easy. My father was pretty strict, seeing danger in everything.”

      “I can imagine.”

      Glancing at his uniform, she was sure he could. And with twenty-one years’ hindsight—heck, with one more day’s hindsight—she’d been able to understand, as well.

      But if they had to talk about this, she needed it done as quickly as possible, with as little discussion as possible.

      “I’d wanted to go to a concert in Cincinnati at Riverfront Stadium with a group of girlfriends, and my father said no. I was the only one who couldn’t go and they all had a great time. Talked about it the entire week afterward. I felt left out. And so uncool. Like a little kid hanging out with girls who were growing up without me. And it just so happened that that following weekend one of my friends told me about a frat party that a group of college guys were having down by the lake a few miles outside of town. Her older brother was going. I’d been to the lake a hundred times, we all had. I saw this as an opportunity to show them all—most particularly my dad—that I was growing up, too. And so, pretending to be older than I was, I went to that party. Turns out there was only one other girl there and I don’t know how long she stayed.”

      She cringed, even now, as she thought about the stupid young girl she’d been—so hell-bent on running her own life, she’d damaged it irrevocably.

      Hers and many others.

      “The paper said you’d been found there the next morning.”

      “By my father.” Of all people. “All I can remember is having two bottles of some wine thing. And the next thing I know, my dad’s shaking me awake. I was already wrapped in his coat. And wearing little else.”

      Ryan’s gaze fell momentarily. “The newspaper article didn’t mention that part.”

      “There were empty beer bottles all over the ground.” Sara continued her recitation as if he hadn’t spoken at all. “And whiskey bottles, too.”

      She’d do this once, and never again. For the child who’d been conceived that night.

      “My father was determined to find the guy who’d taken advantage of me.”

      “It was a lot more than that.” Ryan’s voice was stronger, coplike.

      Arms around her waist, Sara shivered, in spite of the heat. “Maybe,” she allowed, and then nodded. “Probably, considering the fact that until that point I hadn’t even been kissed. Guys didn’t fool around with Sheriff Lindsay’s daughter.”

      She’d been the quintessential virgin. She’d never even had her breasts touched through her clothes, and suddenly she’d been naked for all the world to see.

      “There was a guy at the scene who I guess wasn’t as drunk as the rest. He apparently named the three guys and the hospital was able to confirm that all three of them had been…with…me.”

      Problem was, she couldn’t remember if they’d simply had sex with her. Or raped her.

      “I didn’t even have to testify,” she continued, lost in her thoughts with that young girl again, trying to make sense out of a world gone mad. “I couldn’t remember anything, but it didn’t matter to my father or the court. I was underage. It was rape. Statutory or otherwise.”

      “The evidence was pretty clear that it’d been otherwise.”

      She’d been badly bruised in places a girl should never be bruised.

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