first place,” Lewis grumbled.
“She probably was sent an invitation along with the rest of us.”
“Who’d do that!”
“Does that really matter?” Ethan asked quietly.
“Yes. I’d like to know who was so careless, who didn’t even think to consult me first.”
The self-appointed town leader would expect to be shown such deference. Over the years people had helped fuel his huge ego by catering to him even as they accepted his advice and help in all sorts of civic and business matters. He’d always been extremely generous with his time and money, as long as no one challenged his autocratic streak. Lewis’s biggest weakness was his habit of holding grudges.
“Derek’s wife was her best friend….” Lewis scowled. “But she wouldn’t dare. Not after all I’ve done for Derek.”
Of course she’d dare! Ethan pressed his lips firmly to conceal a smile. Sarah Yates never deferred to her husband and had always stayed close with Kelsey. Small tidbits about Kelsey slipped out of her on occasion, confirming they were still in touch.
Ethan landed in a beige club chair near Lewis’s, regarding him with concern. “This stress can’t be good for you, Lew. You already had that one heart attack.”
The aged and fleshy chin lifted. “It was just a flutter.”
That wasn’t true at all. It had been fairly serious, and he had been hospitalized for several days while they’d run tests. “Whatever you call it, you’re not supposed to get too riled.”
This attempt at reason seemed to bounce off Lewis’s granite features, still trained on the fire. “Pity those old manslaughter charges didn’t stick. I sure wish there was a way of charging that girl now.”
The very idea made Ethan sick to his stomach. “There wasn’t enough evidence then, so it would be even harder today.”
“When I think how my critically injured boy managed to crawl round the car to reach her. It surely hastened his death. If only he’d stayed put. If only I’d gotten help there in time.”
It was that murky issue of time that had Ethan running the siren tonight. Just in case another Cutler life hung on a matter of minutes. But whatever Brad had done on his own in the end, it had been his choice, not Kelsey’s.
Lewis ponderously sipped some brandy. “Wonder what she wants. Exactly…”
Seemed obvious to Ethan. “To see her mother, I should think.”
“Do you really believe it’s that simple?”
“Yes…” Ethan’s voice trailed off as he stared at Lewis, wondering if there was something significant behind his wizened look. But what could it be? “I seriously doubt Kelsey has an ulterior motive,” he said more strongly. “She and Clare must miss each other terribly. A family of two, unless you count Clare’s brother, Teddy.”
“Who’s never counted for much,” Lewis grunted.
“There’s not a more gentle woman in town than Clare Graham. Their separation has to be painful, all those holidays apart.”
“At least when Clare talks to Kelsey, she gets an answer. No long-distance line has yet been invented to connect me with Brad.”
Ethan lowered his head. “I know you miss him. I do, too. I’ve tried my best to be there for you—in his place.”
“Of course you have. Why the minute I sized you up years back in that cheap Sunday suit, with a crummy haircut and first-class brain, I knew you were special. You’re the spare son Bailey and I longed for and you’ve never let us down once,” he assured. “However, that has nothing to do with my ongoing issue with the Grahams.”
“But it does for two obvious reasons. In my role as sheriff, it’s my duty to serve all citizens of Maple Junction equally, including the Grahams. And as a former next-door neighbor to the family, I’m fond of Clare. I know I’m asking a big favor, but I think it would be in everyone’s best interest for you to soft pedal your reaction to Kelsey’s visit.”
“Huh. I’m entitled to my opinion!”
“But your opinions carry so much more weight than most,” Ethan reasoned. “People will follow your lead on this without giving Kelsey a fair chance.”
“Now you’re saying I’m being unfair to her?”
“We haven’t discussed this situation in quite some time and I must admit I’m a bit surprised at how strong your ill feelings still are.”
“Well, I’m entitled. Give it some deeper thought.”
“I was going to suggest the same thing to you.” Ethan rose, went to set his empty glass back on the wet bar. “Guess I’ll be going. Try and get some rest.”
Lewis watched him anxiously. “How can I sleep without knowing what the Graham girl is really up to?”
Squaring his tense shoulders, Ethan turned back to him. “Trust me, it’s nothing.”
“She must have an agenda,” he persisted. “Everybody does. Do me a favor and dig into it a little.”
“What am I looking for?”
“Find out who invited her and when exactly she’s due back. Call everyone on that reunion committee if you have to.”
Ethan realized he wanted to know those things himself. A word with Sarah Yates would be sufficient. “All right, Lew. I’ll check into it and get back to you.”
“I’ll be waiting by the phone.”
“Tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Gee, got any other whims that need immediate humoring?”
Lewis held out his empty glass to Ethan for another slug of brandy.
“SARAH! DON’T MOVE.”
“But I heard a car door slam.”
“I know. It’s Ethan.”
“So what?”
“Whisper, Sarah. Whisper.”
“So what?” she repeated under her breath.
Sarah watched her husband, Derek, ease into their bedroom and flatten his body against the closed door. He looked ridiculous. Sarah was curled up in a rocker near the crib. Watching the infant sleep by the light of the moon was Sarah’s favorite new pastime.
Derek wiped his forehead. “Whew! I closed the windows just in time.”
“In time for what?”
“To muffle Amy Joy’s cry. If she cries.”
“Oh, she’s gonna cry, the way he’s started to lean
