what had he done with him? Where was he? And what had happened to him over the past two years?
Was he taken care of or had he been abused? Was he hungry? Alone?
Would he remember her when they found him?
* * *
“THEY FOUND LEWIS’S BODY.”
“Dammit. How did that happen?”
“Floods washed the body up. That Indian uncovered his bones in the bushes when he was looking for those hikers that got lost.”
“After two years, they identified Lewis?”
“Yes. Damn dental records. I should have extracted all his teeth.”
A tense second passed. “Hell, you should have burned the bastard’s body in that car.”
“I thought it was taken care of.”
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t. And Sage Freeport is asking questions again. Knowing her, she’ll be pushing to get the case reopened. She’s like a bloodhound.”
“If she doesn’t settle down, I’ll take care of her.”
“This time make sure nothing can come back to haunt us.”
“No problem. When she disappears, it’ll be for good.”
“Did Lewis always stay in this same room?” Dugan asked.
“Yes.”
“How long was he here?”
Sage rubbed her temple. “The first time he came, he stayed a couple of weeks. Then he left for a month. When he returned, he stayed about six months.”
“Where did he go when he left?”
“He was traveling around Texas. Said he worked with this company that looked for property across the state, small towns that were in need of rebuilding. Part of his job was to scout out the country and make suggestions to them.”
“Where was his home?”
Sage straightened a pillow on top of the homemade quilt, which had imprints of horses on the squares. “He said he was from South Texas, I think. That he grew up in a little town not too far from Laredo.”
Dugan made a mental note to check out his story. Maybe someone in that town knew more about Lewis.
He walked through the room again, the boards creaking beneath his boots as he stepped inside the closet. His toe caught on something and when he looked down, he realized a plank was loose.
He knelt and ran his finger along the wooden slat, his senses prickling. Was something beneath the board?
He yanked at it several times, and it finally gave way. He pulled it free, laid it to the side and felt the one next to it. It was loose, too, so he tugged it free, as well.
His curiosity spiking, he peered beneath the flooring. Something yellow caught his eye. He slid his hand below and felt inside the hole. His fingers connected with a small manila envelope.
“What are you doing?” Sage asked over his shoulder.
“Something’s under here.” He wiggled his fingers until he snagged the envelope, then removed it from the hole.
“What is that?” Sage asked.
“I don’t know, but we’ll find out.” Dugan felt again just to make sure there wasn’t anything else lodged beneath the floor, but the space was empty. Standing, he walked back to the corner desk, opened the envelope and dumped it upside down.
Sage gasped as the contents spilled out. “What in the world?”
Dugan picked up a driver’s license and flipped it open. A picture of Ron Lewis stared back at him.
But the name on the license read Mike Martin.
“That’s a fake driver’s license,” Sage said.
Dugan raked his hand over the lot of them, spreading a half dozen different licenses across the bed. “Each one of these has a different name.”
“My God, Dugan,” Sage whispered. “Ron Lewis wasn’t his real name.”
“No.” Dugan met her gaze. Aliases indicated the man might have been a professional con man. “And if he lied about who he was, no telling what else he lied about.”
* * *
SAGE SANK ONTO the bed, in shock. “I can’t believe he lied to me, that he had all these other identities.” She felt like such a fool. “Why would he do that, Dugan? Why come here and make me think he was someone else? Just to make me fall for him?”
Dugan’s mouth flattened. “Do you have a lot of money, Sage?”
“No.” She gestured around the room. “I put everything into remodeling this house as a bed and breakfast.”
“You don’t have a trust fund somewhere?”
“God, no,” Sage said, embarrassed to admit the truth, “I’m in debt up to my eyeballs.”
“Then he didn’t fabricate his lies to swindle you out of money,” Dugan said. “My guess is that this business of a land development was some kind of sham. You just happened to get caught in the middle.”
“So, he never really cared for me,” Sage said. She’d asked herself that a thousand times the past two years, but facing the truth was humiliating. It also meant she’d endangered her son by falling for Ron Lewis’s lies.
Dugan’s apologetic look made her feel even more like an idiot.
“Even if he was running a con, maybe he really did fall in love with you and Benji,” Dugan suggested.
“Yeah,” Sage said wryly. “Maybe he was going to change for me.” She picked up one of the fake IDs, read the name, then threw it against the wall. “More like, he took me for a moron and used me.” She studied another name, her mind racing. “But why take Benji that day?”
“I don’t know.” Dugan shrugged. “Did he know about your debt?”
Sage nodded. “He told me not to worry, that when this deal came through, my B and B would be overflowing with business and we’d make a fortune.”
“Maybe he meant that,” Dugan said. “Maybe he really wanted to make things better for you and your son.”
Sage made a sound of disgust. “Like you said before, Dugan, he lied about his name. What else was he lying about?” She scattered the IDs around, trying to recall if he’d mentioned any of the other names he’d used. “I can’t believe I fell for everything he
