thought standing would convince him she didn’t need medical attention, she was sadly mistaken.
“You probably have a concussion. You need to be seen.”
She shook her head. “I’ve got too much to do to spend several hours in a hospital emergency room.”
He frowned. If she let go of that wall, she’d be flat on her face. But it was no use arguing. She’d developed a stubborn streak that hadn’t been there before.
“Let me at least get you to the couch. You need to sit before you fall down.”
When she took the hand he offered, he led her into the living room, where the sofa, love seat and recliner formed a U-shape around a stone fireplace. He and Andi had spent countless winter weekends sitting on that hearth, roasting s’mores.
After he’d seated her on the love seat, he pulled out his phone. One bar. He wasn’t surprised. He always lost service at the bridge shortly before turning onto Ranger, and then didn’t pick it up again until somewhere between the Wheaton property and his own.
Without touching the open door, he stepped onto the porch for a clearer signal. When he introduced himself to the dispatcher, he smiled at the sharp intake of air behind him.
He wasn’t surprised she didn’t recognize him. Even if she hadn’t conked her head, it wouldn’t have been easy. Through his teen years, he’d been tall and lanky and had worn his hair on the long side. Now it could almost be classified as a buzz cut. Though he was still six-two, he’d packed on fifty pounds of muscle since his teenage years.
Once finished with dispatch, he sat on the couch opposite her. “Do you know who accosted you?”
“No. They were both wearing ski masks.”
“Both?”
“After the larger guy hit me, another one ran out behind him.”
He nodded. The confusion she’d displayed earlier had left, and stiffness had settled in, leaving the air thick with tension. Maybe she’d stay long enough for him to try to rebuild some bridges. Probably not. He didn’t even know why she’d come. But it wasn’t important. There were more pressing matters.
Bryce glanced around the room. “Any idea what they were after?”
Nothing appeared disturbed. Of course, the house had never held the usual items that attracted thieves. Other than a telescope that had been top-of-the-line twenty years ago, there wasn’t any equipment, electronic or otherwise. As far as he knew, the Wheatons had never had TVs or computers.
That wasn’t why they came to Murphy. Weekends here were for family time, outdoor activities, hanging with friends. Usually it was just Andi and her dad. Bryce had met Andi’s mother twice and hadn’t been impressed either time. She’d seemed cold and hard. And quite haughty.
Fortunately, Andi took after her father.
She shrugged. “Probably the usual things. Cash, jewelry, anything that can be pawned quickly. Empty houses make easy targets.”
She pushed herself to her feet. When he hurried to help her, she waved away his hand. She seemed steadier than when she’d let him lead her into the room. She also knew who he was.
She moved away from him, arms extended for balance. “I think I walked in on them before they got very far. Nothing’s disturbed here or in my room. I haven’t checked the others.”
He followed her down the hall. “Your dad didn’t come with you?”
The glance she cast over her shoulder was brief, but the pain on her face shot straight to his heart.
“My dad—”
Her words ended in a gasp. She’d stopped at an open doorway and stood staring into the room, mouth agape.
“What is it?” He rushed up next to her and stifled his own gasp.
It was Dennis Wheaton’s office. Someone had trashed it.
Every book had been pulled from the shelves. The empty bookcase lay on top. Desk drawers added to the mess, their contents strewn about, the drawers themselves upside down on the mound. The telescope that had occupied the corner of the room lay on its side. The closet had been ransacked, too. Years’ worth of Christmas decorations lay in a heap, the empty boxes tossed aside.
Andi slumped against the doorjamb, and he resisted the urge to pull her into his arms. Twelve years ago, she’d have appreciated it. Not now.
“This was uncalled for.” She swept one arm toward the mess. “They obviously weren’t happy to find nothing more valuable than an old telescope.”
Bryce frowned. She was probably right. What house in the twenty-first century didn’t have an array of televisions, laptops, iPads and game consoles?
He looked around the office and shook his head. Hobby room would have been a more appropriate name. The space had never held Dennis’s accounting, financial-planning or business books. Instead, the items that littered the floor bore titles such as Astronomy 101, The Elegant Universe and Earth, Space and Beyond, along with numerous art-related books.
Art had been Andi’s passion, astronomy all of theirs. Many nights, her dad had set up the telescope on the back deck, and the three of them had studied the sky. Stargazing had been one of many activities he’d shared with Dennis Wheaton. Andi’s dad was the father he’d never had.
Well, he had a father. Bryce just hadn’t seen him often enough for it to count. On those rare occasions when the old man did pop in, the visits had done more harm than good. If it weren’t for Dennis Wheaton’s influence, Bryce’s life would have taken a different turn.
“I need to call your dad.”
She looked at him, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You can’t. He was killed in a car accident on Thanksgiving Day.”
His breath whooshed out and he slumped against the wall. A sense of emptiness swept through him, as cold and dark as space itself. “How?”
“I don’t know. He missed a curve and drove off a cliff.”
Bryce slid down the wall until he came to a seated position against it. Dennis Wheaton was gone. He couldn’t be. This had to be a bad dream.
But it was real, just like the woman standing in front of him, looking as broken as he felt.
He shook his head. “That’s why he didn’t come.”
“What?”
Sirens sounded in the distance. The police would be there shortly. He crossed his arms, trying to stave off a sudden chill.
“Your dad was here the Tuesday night before Thanksgiving. The next day, he called and said he wanted to meet with me that weekend. When he didn’t show up, I figured he’d gotten busy.”
Andi righted the desk chair and lowered herself into it. “Did he say why he wanted to meet?”
“Just that he wanted to talk with me. He
