The Accused. Jana DeLeon

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      Carter frowned. “I saw someone enter the hallway upstairs that runs parallel to this one.”

      Her breath caught in her throat. “It wasn’t me,” she managed, “and I came here alone. Perhaps the caretaker …”

      He shook his head. “Amos is eighty-six years old and walks with a limp. Whoever this was walked quickly enough to disappear before I got upstairs. When I got to the bedroom over the kitchen, I could hear noise downstairs. The door to the servant’s stairwell was partially open, so I assumed you’d gone down that way.”

      He pushed shut the door to the stairwell and had to give it an extra nudge when it jammed in the doorframe. “The door had no lock, but it stuck when I tried to open it. I hit it with my shoulder, which is why it flew open and struck you. But if anyone had used it right before me, you would have heard and seen them.”

      “I heard you walking upstairs. That’s why I was hurrying to get out of the house, but I didn’t hear anyone before.”

      Alaina crossed her arms in front of her chest, a slight chill running over her. “You’re sure you saw someone? Maybe it was a trick of shadows and light. Between the storm brewing and that glass ceiling, maybe it just looked like someone was upstairs.”

      “Maybe,” he said, but he didn’t look as though he believed it for a minute.

      He spun around and strode down the hallway to the entry. Ignoring his abrupt departure, Alaina hurried behind him as he knelt in front of the circular stairs.

      “Only one set of prints, and they’re mine,” he said, pointing to the prints that led up the dusty staircase.

      “Maybe it was a ghost,” Alaina joked.

      Carter rose and narrowed his eyes at her. “What ghost?”

      She shrugged. “None in particular. I just figured old, spooky house equaled a ghost story of some sort, especially in a small community.”

      “The locals have their share of beliefs about this house and your stepfather, but I prefer to deal with what I can prove. Given your profession, I assume you appreciate that.”

      “Of course. I was just joking.” But she knew she was lying, before the words left her mouth. The memory of her mother’s ghost was something she couldn’t deny and had never been able to forget.

      “Because I don’t believe in ghosts,” he said, “I’m going to take a look around.”

      “Of course … Thank you.”

      He nodded. “Do you know how to use that pistol?”

      “Yes. I practice at the range at least once a week.”

      “Keep it on you. I’ll make sure I announce myself before accosting you again.”

      He pulled his pistol from his waistband and strode up the stairs. She watched him for a couple of seconds, then ran back to the kitchen to scoop her pistol up from the floor. Her apprehension when she’d first arrived had turned into full-fledged worry.

      Something didn’t feel right.

      The last time she’d felt that way, a child had died.

      CARTER PEERED INTO each bedroom off the main hallway over the kitchen, but none of them showed any signs of human passage. Tiny tracks of four-legged critters appeared periodically, but he easily identified and dismissed them. Four-legged creatures may not be desirable inside a home, but there were worse things.

      The more space he covered with no indication of the intruder, the more frustrated he became with the entire situation. When William had described Alaina as a successful Baton Rouge attorney, Carter had immediately formed a mental picture of a masculine-looking female. The tall, fit woman with hazel eyes and miles of wavy brown hair didn’t fit into his image at all.

      He’d expected to be annoyed and he was, but he hadn’t expected to find her attractive, and that annoyed him even more.

      Peering into the last bedroom along the hallway, he blew out a breath. There was no indication that anyone had traveled down this hall besides him, but he knew he’d seen something. Or maybe Alaina was right and the weather and glass ceiling had conspired to create a shadow he had taken for a person.

      He started around the balcony that circled the entry, checking the rooms that shot off in every direction. None of them appeared disturbed until he reached the last. Trenton Purcell’s office, he thought as he stepped inside. A huge ornate desk stood in the center of the room. Bookcases, stuffed with leather-bound texts, formed every square inch of the walls, even framing the doorway.

      The layer of dust here wasn’t as thick as it was in the rest of the rooms, which made sense assuming Purcell had spent a lot of time in here. He took a step toward the desk and realized that a narrow doorway sat in the back corner of the room, barely visible because it was stained the same color as the bookcases.

      He pushed the door open to find a bedroom with another entry off the balcony. The bed was still covered with navy sheets and spread, and several bottles of medicine stood on the nightstand. He picked one up and checked to make sure it belonged to Purcell, then placed it back on the table.

      Three doors occupied the far wall of the bedroom, one standing open, exposing the master bath. He opened the second door and found a musty walk-in closet, still full of tattered suits. He expected the third door was more storage but found another servant’s staircase instead.

      It made sense, he supposed, that the servants would have a private entry into the master bedroom. That way, they couldn’t be seen going about their work by any household guests. At least, it made sense as much as having people living in your home and waiting on you did to Carter. He wasn’t convinced the convenience was worth the loss of privacy.

      He followed the staircase down and pushed open the door at the bottom. It opened easily and without a sound and he stepped out into a laundry room at the back of the house. A door leading into the backyard was positioned at the rear of the room. A quick check showed it to be locked, but he pulled it open and studied the ground outside, trying to make out footprints. Unfortunately, ground cover of cracked stones, dirt and vines wasn’t the kind of material that was easily imprinted.

      He stepped back inside and closed and locked the door. There was absolutely no indication that anyone had been in the house except him and Alaina. The fact that he’d found nothing to suggest the presence of an intruder should make him happy, but he couldn’t work himself up to that point.

      The reality was, for the first time in his life, Carter knew exactly what his mother meant when she said she “felt” something was wrong but couldn’t put her finger on it. Something was very wrong in this house.

      Whatever it was, he didn’t think it would remain hidden for long.

       Chapter Four

      Alaina felt as though she’d waited forever, but finally Carter emerged from one of the back hallways and into the massive entry room. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding and felt the tightness in her chest release. Then she realized that he’d just entered the room from the first floor but СКАЧАТЬ