for her to have wrecked her car that way. Maggie is still miserable about the whole thing.”
“You didn’t recognize anything about her?” Wyatt asked her.
“No. I’ve been racking my brain, trying to think of anyone I knew by the name of Carter, but I can’t come up with a one.” She motioned for Wyatt to continue following her through the dining area, then down a long hall to their right. “Anyway, I think Gabrielle is in her room. I’ll show you where. Would you like something to drink? I’ll have Rosita bring coffee in to you.”
“If she has some already made. But tell her not to go to any trouble.”
Mary Ellen laughed softly. “It’s never any trouble for Rosita to serve the sheriff. You’re just like one of her five kids.”
She knocked on a carved wooden door, and from deep inside the room, Wyatt could hear Gabrielle’s voice responding. Then, moments later, the door swung wide.
Her mouth fell open at the sight of Wyatt, then immediately snapped shut to form a grim line. “Oh. It’s you,” she said none too graciously.
“I think Wyatt has some business he wants to see you about,” Mary Ellen told her. She glanced at Wyatt “So I’ll leave you two alone. Rosita will be in soon with coffee.”
Wyatt thanked Mary Ellen, then stepped past Gabrielle and into the room. He’d been in the other wings of the house before, but never this particular part. The Fortunes had certainly made things more than comfortable for their mysterious houseguest.
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