I’d have to take that as a threat. Unless anybody has a better idea.”
No one did. He’d silenced them. They’d wanted to believe there might be logical explanations for what Abby had found yesterday—explanations that had nothing to do with the Barnard or Patton families. But Abby agreed with Ben: why waste time and hope?
A muscle jumping in his cheek, Daniel spoke up. “I talked to my mother again. With one exception, she’s never had an enemy. Some of you know she was raped years ago by a ranch hand.”
Will jerked. Obviously he hadn’t known. “Aunt Shirley was raped?”
His mother touched his arm. “Pretty crummy. huh?”
Looking disconcertingly like Jack, Will frowned. “But why didn’t I know?”
“Because it was her right to tell people or not,” Meg said gently.
“Oh.” The tangled emotions of a teenager flitted across his face, but at last he nodded.
Daniel continued. “Dad beat the crap out of the guy and threw him off the place. Mom didn’t want to testify. When this came out three years ago, we found out the bastard is in the Washington State penitentiary at Walla Walla for another rape. After you called yesterday—” he looked at Abby “—I had Renee check on him. Harris. Theon Josiah Harris. He’s out. They released him a year ago.”
“But what’s the connection? It doesn’t make sense,” Renee said persuasively. “Shirley didn’t prosecute. Why would he come back? He has nothing to get revenge for.”
Ben propped his elbows on the table. “Unless this guy has some reason to think she tried to get him. Maybe influenced a judge to give him the top end of the sentencing range.”
Will, with the gruff voice of a man, said, “But if Aunt Shirley never told anyone...”
No wonder he didn’t sound like a kid! Abby thought. Will Patton was used to cop talk. Murder and rape weren’t big-screen fun and games to this kid.
His mother shook her head. “Let’s face it, none of this is exactly sane. Going to all the trouble to steal those license plates out of a locked garage here on the ranch, then killing a deer just for the blood... Things fester, when someone is in prison long enough.”
“I don’t believe this has anything to do with Shirley.” Abby hated to be the one to remind them, but somebody had to. “This guy may have gone to a lot of trouble to steal the plates off her car, but that was nothing compared to finding a pickup that looked exactly like Daddy’s and stealing it.”
“That could be coincidence,” Renee said, but her voice held no conviction.
Abby shook her head, but said no more. What was the point?
Emily abandoned her puzzles, pieces scattered all over the floor, and trotted into the dining room. “Mama! I wanna sit on your lap.”
Meg gave her a distracted smile. “Sure, punkin, but I don’t have very much lap right now.”
“Why don’t you come and sit on Daddy’s?” Scott pushed back from the table and lifted the little girl into the air. Over her happy squeal, he said, “Seems to me we can’t do anything just yet except be extra careful.”
“Maybe nothing will come of this.” Meg almost sounded convinced.
Abby could hardly believe big sister Meg, the cop, could sound so foolishly optimistic. The bad guys would all go away. Why worry?
Was it marriage or pregnancy that had blunted her wary intelligence?
“Ben’s still hoping to find an eyewitness,” Abby said.
“Nobody is invisible,” Shea commented. “I might get lucky.”
A few nods all around, and Renee said, “If you’ll all excuse me, I’d better work on dinner.”
Abby stood, too, shaking her head at her older sister who was making “getting up” motions. “No, you stay put, Meg. Watching you on your feet makes me tired. I’ll help Renee.”
In the kitchen, Renee turned on the burner under a pan of green beans. “What’s the point of a threat if someone doesn’t understand it?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” Abby said with a sigh. “These rolls go in the oven?” At her sister’s nod, she ran cold water over the paper bag. “Maybe one of us is supposed to understand the threat. You ever arrested anyone for something having to do with blood on the seat or...” Knowing even that much sounded weak, she ran out of ideas. “Heck, maybe he’s a poacher who’s just trying to tell us he can kill a deer anytime he wants.”
“With my mother-in-law’s license plates on the pickup he stole up in the Dalles just so he could abandon it here?”
“Maybe it broke down.” Now she was the one trying to find an out, Abby thought ruefully.
“Oh, jeez.” Oven mitt dangling from her hand, Renee looked at her sister. “It’s all too tangled, isn’t it? Too...purposeful.”
“Yeah.” Abby stirred the green beans unnecessarily. “But what’s the purpose?”
Her sister actually shivered. “I don’t know. I don’t think I want to know.”
Abby rubbed the goose bumps on her own forearms. “Worse yet is the fact that we’re going to have to find out. One way or the other.”
Renee didn’t answer. She removed the turkey breast from the oven, popped the bag of rolls in, and took up the carving knife.
“I don’t see how Meg can have three weeks to go,” she said as if they’d been discussing their older sister all along. “I wish the doctor had done an ultrasound.”
“You’re not thinking twins?” Abby asked, shocked out of her absorption in the case.
“She’s awfully big.”
“Wouldn’t the doctor have noticed two heartbeats?”
“I don’t know.” Renee fretted. “But take a look at her.”
“Maybe they got the due date wrong.” There she went again; little Miss Pollyanna, smoothing away any difficulty.
“The doctor should know,” Renee said fiercely. “I just worry Meg’s not getting the care she should be.”
“Have you heard anything bad about Dr. Kennedy?”
“No-o.”
Then it came to Abby; she looked closely at her sister. “You’re just scared, aren’t you? It’s not as if having twins would be the end of the world for Meg. I mean, maybe she couldn’t go back to work, but she’s pretty much into this motherhood thing right now, anyway.” What the mysterious attraction was, Abby didn’t get. Emily was cute, sure, but her squall when she was tired made Abby think of fingernails maliciously drawn down a blackboard. But they weren’t talking about her, thank God. Dragging herself back to the point, Abby accused, “You’re afraid of losing her again.”
