The secret she kept, p.1
The Secret She Kept, page 1
“What’s wrong, Kate? Who was on the phone?”
Kate sank onto her sofa and dropped her head into her hands. She looked so upset that Riggs wanted to take her in his arms and hold her.
“He said, ‘Back off, Kate, or next time your fireman boyfriend won’t be able to save you.’”
Riggs went cold inside. The caller was watching Kate. Now.
Through the window, he scanned the yard and street, searching for movement, a car, a match striking or a cigarette glowing in the dark.
“Do you see anyone?”
The hair on the nape of Riggs’s neck stood on end. “No. But he’s out there somewhere.”
Kate ran her fingers through her hair, sighing wearily.
Riggs’s heart stuttered with tenderness for her, and he cupped her face in his hands. “Don’t worry, Kate. He’s not going to get to you.”
THE SECRET SHE KEPT
USA TODAY Bestselling Author
Rita Herron
USA TODAY bestselling author Rita Herron wrote her first book when she was twelve but didn’t think real people grew up to be writers. Now she writes so she doesn’t have to get a real job. A former kindergarten teacher and workshop leader, she traded storytelling to kids for writing romance, and now she writes romantic comedies and romantic suspense. Rita lives in Georgia with her family. She loves to hear from readers, so please visit her website, ritaherron.com.
Books by Rita Herron
Harlequin Intrigue
A Badge of Courage Novel
The Secret She Kept
A Badge of Honor Mystery
Mysterious Abduction
Left to Die
Protective Order
Suspicious Circumstances
Badge of Justice
Redemption at Hawk’s Landing
Safe at Hawk’s Landing
Hideaway at Hawk’s Landing
Hostage at Hawk’s Landing
Cold Case at Camden Crossing
Cold Case at Carlton’s Canyon
Cold Case at Cobra Creek
Cold Case in Cherokee Crossing
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CAST OF CHARACTERS
Kate McKendrick—Kate blames herself for the school shooting that killed her mother.
Riggs Benford—He will risk his life to save Kate.
Billy Hodgkins—Did he help his brother Ned plan the school shooting?
Woody Mathis—Did he try to kill Kate by sabotaging her car?
Trey Cushing—Did he give Ned the gun he used to shoot his classmates?
Don Gaines—Why doesn’t the mayor’s son want the past dredged up?
Cassidy Fulton—Does she know if Ned had an accomplice?
Roy Fulton—His mother is keeping secrets.
To my fabulous editor, Allison, who has been a steadfast supporter over the years! Thanks for helping me publish with Harlequin Intrigue and for always being open to my ideas.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Excerpt from The Setup by Carol Ericson
Prologue
They were all to blame.
Anger churned inside him as he stared at the invitation in his hand.
You are cordially invited to the dedication for the new Briar Ridge High School.
Please join us as we dedicate the building to those who were lost in the Briar Ridge High shooting.
Let’s celebrate the beginning of a new era!
Kate McKendrick, Principal, Briar Ridge High
He balled his hands into fists. Fifteen years ago, the shooting at the school had torn the town apart. Four students had been killed, along with a teacher. Several others had been injured. Ned Hodgkins, the gunman, had turned the weapon on himself.
His classmates had seemed shocked that Ned would do such a thing. They’d been too busy attending football games, dances, and socializing to notice that Ned had been hurting.
That others had felt left out, too.
He opened the yearbook and cut out photos of all the classmates who’d wronged Ned. Who’d wronged him. One by one, he carefully spread the pictures on his kitchen table.
They were so popular back then. But they’d been selfish.
He tapped the picture of Kate with his finger. She’d wanted to tear down the old school. To destroy the past. To wipe it away as if it never happened.
She had to pay for that.
So did the others. Each would receive their own message. But he’d start with Kate.
He turned the invitation over and began to write.
Dear Kate,
It was your fault.
He placed the invitation back inside the envelope to send to her. She wanted to forget about the past. To pretend Ned wasn’t important.
No one would forget about Ned or what had happened.
He wouldn’t let them.
Chapter One
Kate McKendrick would never forget the terrible day Ned Hodgins shot up Briar Ridge High School. Sometimes the pain was so unbearable she couldn’t breathe.
But she was a survivor. And even though surviving brought guilt, it also inspired her to do something positive for the town where she’d grown up.
Fifteen years had passed now. It was time to move on.
The sound of bus engines roaring to life blended with cheers of students as they left the building. Through her window, she watched the kids high-fiving and gathering by their vehicles to plan where they would go to celebrate.
Summer break was always exciting and meant lazy days at the river, burgers and milkshakes at Frosty’s, and swimming at the swimming hole near the falls. Teachers were also anxious for a much-needed vacation from the classroom. Yet this year, the end of the school session marked the beginning of a new era.
Students and faculty would be in a new school come fall. A facility she’d pushed for as the school principal for over two years.
Not only was this old building crumbling around them, but the creek had overflowed and flooded the school. Inspectors had found mold in the walls and the health department had ruled the place a hazard, prompting the building plans to be expedited.
Truthfully, though, the parents in Briar Ridge didn’t consider the school a safe place anyway. The shooting that had shattered the town still haunted residents like a black plague.
Mixed emotions filled Kate as the noise outside died down. Inside, the school felt suddenly empty. Cold. Almost eerie.
She left her office, walked into the hall and studied the memorial featuring the students who’d been lost in the shooting. Photographs of the victims hung on the wall. So many lives lost and destroyed that day. So senseless.
But the most personal loss for Kate was her mother, Elaine—a teacher at the time. Forty-five years old. Dead too soon.
She’d taken a bullet to save her students.
Kate blinked back tears. At the time, her mother’s dark brown hair hadn’t grayed yet, and her smile lit up the room. Every time Kate walked by her mother’s English Lit classroom, she could see her mother at the chalkboard, hear her voice as she encouraged students to write their own stories.
Grief clogged her throat as memories taunted her. Her mother dancing around the kitchen at home as she helped Kate and her two best friends, Macy Stark and Brynn Gaines, stir up a batch of chocolate-chip cookies when they were little. Her mother making silly faces as they decorated Christmas stockings, made clothespin reindeer and glittery ornaments. Her mother’s off-key singing as she belted out show tunes in the shower.
But the bad memories of the shooting bombarded her, obliterating the sweetness.
Kate could still hear the screams of the terrified kids when Ned Hodgkins unleashed his rage on his classmates with that .38 Special. Athletic Riggs Benford dropping to the floor as a bullet pierced his leg. Mickey Lawson’s howl of pain as Ned shot him in the face. Ned turning the gun toward her and Macy. Her mother stepping between them...
Then she was falling, blood gushing from her chest where the bullet pierced her heart....
Reeling with shock, Kate fell to her knees by her mother’s side, pressed her hands to her mother’s chest and tried to stop the bleeding. Panicked students raced out the door and jumped through windows to escape. Ned barreled down the hallway, shooting wildly.
“Hang in there, Mama,” Kate cried.
Tears blurred her mother’s eyes, the unconditional love she gave to everyone shining through the pain. She squeezed Kate’s hand. “Help the others, honey.”
Kate shook her head. She couldn’t leave her mother.
But her mother cupped Kate s face in her shaky hands. Hands that had tended to Kate’s booboos and comforted her when she was sick or upset. “I love you, Kate. Go. The other kids need you.”
What could she do? She was weak, unarmed, couldn’t take down a shooter. But the sound of another gunshot bled through the shock immobilizing her. Then more gunfire and screams.
Her mother squeezed her hand again. “Be strong, Kate. Make something good come of this.”
Choking back a sob, she ripped off her jacket, folded it and pressed it to her mother’s chest. How could anything good come of this horrible, senseless violence?
“Hold on, Mom. Please... I love you.”
Just as her mother told her to do, Kate ran to help the injured. Two students were carrying another guy toward the exit. A freshman was huddled in the corner, rocking herself back and forth. Kate helped her up and ushered her into the chem lab to hide. Rushing back to the hall, she searched for her friends Brynn and Macy, but didn’t see them. Kids bumped into her as they ran for the doors. Another freshman had fallen in the stampede, and Kate dragged her to the side then helped her up. As the girl ran for the exit, Kate moved on down the hall. Cara Winthrop lay on the floor near the cafeteria, her body still, eyes lifeless. Her boyfriend, Jay Lakewood, held her in his arms, rocking her and crying.
Finally, a siren wailed outside. Police stormed in. An ambulance arrived, medics and firefighters hurrying in to help the wounded.
Kate raced back to check on her mother, but she was too late.
Her mother looked ghostly white, her eyes staring wide open in death.
* * *
OUTSIDE THE SCHOOL, the sound of car engines bursting to life and peeling from the parking lot jarred Kate back to the present. Her breathing was erratic and she was shaking. But she looked out and saw clouds forming in the sky, casting a grayness over the treetops.
The last of the staff was also leaving.
Tonight, the mayor had called a town meeting to address recent unrest about the plans for the new school.
When she was a little girl, Briar Ridge had been a sweet, sleepy little vacation mountain town where tourists flocked for the apple and pumpkin festivals in the fall and the Dogwood Festival in the spring. Located a few miles from Bear Mountain, winter vacationers came for skiing and tubing on the mountain.
Bear Mountain still attracted the winter crowd, but people tended to skirt Briar Ridge and each year the festivals had grown smaller and smaller. Plans for new construction and homes had dwindled in the oppressive atmosphere.
In honor of her mother, Kate wanted to help restore Briar Ridge to its former glory.
Suddenly anxious to leave the deserted building, she ducked into her office to finish her paperwork before she left for the day. She noticed a stack of mail that still needed sorting. One particular envelope caught her eye because it had no postage mark. A stamp of the school logo, a black bear, marked the outside.
Nerves clawed at her as she opened the envelope and removed the invitation to the dedication for the new school. Her staff had mailed them to the entire Briar Ridge alumni.
Someone had crumpled the invitation, then refolded it and stuck it back inside the envelope.
Frowning, she flipped it over and stared at the scrawled writing on the back.
Dear Kate,
It was your fault.
Her hand shook as she searched for a signature. But it was blank.
* * *
RIGGS BENFORD STOWED his helmet and bunker gear at the firehouse, muttered goodbye to his captain and headed outside to his pickup.
He climbed into the cab, started the engine and drove toward the cabin he’d built four years ago on the edge of town. The scent of smoke and sweat permeated his skin from the fire at the abandoned chicken houses a few miles north of Briar Ridge. He definitely needed a shower before the town meeting.
The guys at the house had been talking about it all day. Locals were still divided over supporting the new build or rallying to repair the existing problems at the old school and turn it into a viable building, perhaps a community center. Although that fight had been lost two years ago, they wanted their voices to be heard. Some even badmouthed Kate McKendrick for pushing the project through.
He hoped things didn’t get out of control tonight.
An image of Kate with that fiery red hair taunted him. In high school, she’d been quiet and had kept to herself. Not his type at all. And she sure as hell wouldn’t have run around with a guy with the bad reputation he had.
She’d changed since high school, though. Instead of allowing the tragedy that had taken her mother to destroy her, the young, awkward girl had become a leader in the community.
In spite of the fact that he didn’t share her optimism, Riggs admired her for instigating positive changes.
The town had been mired in despair for over a decade. Not that anyone should forget the tragedy that had shattered lives, families and friendships, and stolen the innocence of children that day. But living in fear had taken its toll.
Once, people in Briar Ridge had been friendly and welcoming. They’d never locked their doors. Kids had ridden their bikes to the malt shop freely. And when school started each fall, students had raced to class in anticipation of attending football games, pep rallies and school dances.
Now, a wariness pervaded the residents and students.
Hell, he understood that wariness. He’d been a senior at the time and had been shot in the leg. He was one of the lucky ones, though. Sure, he’d had surgery and undergone months of physical therapy to walk again, but he’d recovered physically. Still, his soccer career had come to a halt in spite of the PT and he’d had nightmares of the shooting for months afterward.
Other students hadn’t fared so well. The mayor’s daughter Brynn had been paralyzed from the waist down. Stone Lawson’s younger brother Mickey had been blinded. Another guy had PTSD and had turned to drugs. Some who’d lost loved ones had moved away while others couldn’t bear to leave the area, as if leaving meant dishonoring the dead.
Even though Kate’s mother had died, Kate had stayed in Briar Ridge. Mrs. McKendrick was the best teacher he’d ever had. No one knew he’d had trouble reading. Dyslexia. Kids had teased him when he was young. Called him stupid. Even his old man had when he was drunk, which was most days.
But Kate’s mother had recognized his problem and tutored him in private.
She’d also tended his injuries a few times when his old man had beaten the hell out of him. No one knew about that, either. He’d begged her to keep it that way. Still, she’d talked to his mother. Fat lot of good that had done. When she’d tried to reason with his father, he’d turned his fists on her. Said she was nothing but a dumb seamstress. She’d worked at the sewing plant and made quilts to sell on the side. Riggs had thought they were pretty.
His father had said she was worthless.
Then one day she’d had enough and she’d cut and run.
His old man had blamed him for that, too. When Riggs had been shot, his old man had said he was weak. He’d left, too.
Didn’t matter. He hadn’t wanted him around anyway.
Shaking off the memories, Riggs parked at his house, grabbed his mail and hurried inside. The invitation to the dedication hung on his fridge, a reminder of the meeting tonight, and that alumni were coming to town for a reunion. Guilt for how he’d treated Ned Hodgkins gnawed at him. Ned hadn’t fit into the group of jocks he’d hung out with.
They should have been nicer to him, though, but they’d been young and stupid. They’d never considered how adversely their behavior had affected Ned. No one had.
Until it was too late.
They’d been paying for it ever since.
* * *
THE WIND WHISTLED shrilly off Bear Mountain, storm clouds casting a gray across the town as Kate veered into the parking lot at the town hall. Some of the older businesses had fallen into disrepair. Awnings and buildings needed painting, as if they, too, felt the weight of the town’s burden. Even the town hall needed a facelift.
Trees swayed in the wind, scattering dust and debris; a soda can someone had discarded rolled across the street. Cars and trucks filled the lot, indicating a crowd had showed up for the meeting.
