Code conspiracy, p.20
Code Conspiracy, page 20
“Yes, ma’am.” Wyatt outstretched his hand, a new business card wedged between his fingers. “How about a trade? I take those bags off your hands, and you have a look at the card. Is Mrs. Ames inside?” He checked his watch, hadn’t even thought about the time or a seventysomething woman’s schedule. It was already after nine. “I don’t want to wake her.”
Tears sprang to the beauty’s eyes and a small whimper puckered her rosebud mouth. “She’s in the hospital.”
Wyatt’s senses went on alert. “Why?”
The woman slouched. Her face twisted in grief and agony. She made the proposed trade, then gathered her little girl more tightly against her chest, stroking her puffy brown curls.
Wyatt scanned the scene, impatiently waiting for an answer to his question. Had someone hurt his new client before he’d even gotten there? The road-hogging cruiser came back to mind. “Why was the sheriff here?”
“Grandma’s in the hospital because she fell. Sheriff Masterson was here because there was a break-in. He dusted for prints and took some photos of the mess, but nothing was missing as far as I can tell. He made a report and said he’d follow up.”
Wyatt stifled a curse and headed for the house as eight years of military training and a lifetime of natural instinct snapped into effect. “How badly was Mrs. Ames hurt? Was anything taken? Who found her when she fell? I need as many details as you have.”
He let himself inside and unloaded the bags onto a tweed couch beside the door. He ran his fingers along the jamb and door’s edge looking for signs of forced entry, then did the same with the windows before moving on.
The condition of each room grew progressively worse as he pushed deeper into the home. The television was untouched, and a small dish near the kitchen sink held what looked like a set of wedding rings. “This wasn’t a robbery.”
He turned to discuss the situation further, but the brunette hadn’t followed him inside.
Wyatt strode back through the house and onto the porch. “Are you coming in?”
“I don’t know.”
He shifted his weight and locked restless hands over both hips. “I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to protect Mrs. Ames, who assured me tomorrow morning was a fine time to start.”
“Well, I guess she was wrong.” The woman looked down at the card in her hand, as if she’d forgotten it was there.
“Tell me what happened.” Wyatt moved to the porch’s edge and lowered himself onto the top step. “I can’t help until I know what I just walked into, but I assure you I can help.”
Her eyes filled with tears again. “I don’t know.”
“You said she fell?” He highly doubted that was an accident, given her recent outreach to a security firm. “Is she going to be okay?”
“She’s unconscious. Broke a hip and a wrist. She hasn’t woken since the fall.” The woman covered her mouth and nose with one trembling palm. A moment later, she stiffened her spine, wiped her nose and eyes against her arm, then locked both hands protectively around her daughter’s back, seeming determined to be strong.
Wyatt pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. “Here.”
“Thanks.” She mopped her face and released a long, shuddered breath. “I’m her granddaughter, Violet, and this is my daughter, Maggie. I got the call this morning about her fall. We live in Winchester, so we came right out, and we were at the hospital all day, but she never woke up. I thought we’d stay here tonight, but when I got here...” She gave the house behind him a wary look.
Wyatt rested one boot on the step below him and stretched his other leg out. He’d been in the truck far too long, folded up like a clean pair of fatigues. “I’m sorry about your grandma.” He worked his jaw, considering the unusual set of events. “What do you know about the fall?”
“Not much, and what I’ve been told doesn’t make sense.” Violet rubbed one hand over her forehead. She’d clearly had a horrible day, and his unexpected appearance wasn’t doing anything to improve it.
“Tell me what you do know.”
She rolled wide blue eyes back to him. “The hospital staff said she was on a ladder in the barn, but Grandma hasn’t kept anything in there in years.”
Violet swung her face away from him and squinted into the darkness beyond the house. Her shoulders squared, and her expression turned suspicious and hard. The visible heartbreak was replaced by something Wyatt knew well. Resolve. “Maybe it’s time we see the barn,” she suggested.
Wyatt dragged his six-foot-four and two-hundred-fifty-pound frame back onto its feet with a nod of approval.
He and Violet were going to get along nicely.
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Code Conspiracy
Copyright © 2019 by Carol Ericson
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