Cold Hearted

She took his hand in hers and held it. Her smile accentuated the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. Laugh lines. He’d bet this woman had done a lot of laughing in her life.

“I’m Rosely

“Tammy and J.C.?”

“My other kids. Jordan’s Daddy adopted my boy and girl. He was a good man. Jordan takes after him.” She pointed first to the petite brown-eyed, brown-haired woman standing in the corner alone. Sad-faced and plain, Tammy apparently sensed her mother’s scrutiny and turned to stare wide-eyed at Rosely

“That’s my boy there.” Rosely

“It happens,” Rick said. “Who are the twins talking with your son?”

“Oh, them? That’s Kendra and Wes Bra

“Hmm… They were here Easter weekend when Senator Price died, weren’t they?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess they were. That was that weekend. We were all in and out. The kids were in from college. He goes to Auburn and she’s over at the University of Georgia, where Jordan went.”

“You said that y’all were in and out during that weekend. Do you know if everyone here tonight was in and out of the house when Dan Price died?”

Rosely

“What about you and your children, where do y’all live?”

“Playing investigator?”

“Not playing, Mrs. Harris. Just doing my job.”

She gri

Yeah, he’d bet everybody did. Every man she’d ever met. “Okay, Rosely

“J.C. travels quite a bit, but when he’s in town, he stays with me part of the time. Tammy’s got some health issues, needs some looking after, if you know what I mean.” Rosely

Was that Rosely

“Jordan’s kids are away at college, but home to them is wherever Jordan is. They adore her, just like we all do.”

“I hear the lady is practically a saint.”

“As far as I’m concerned she is.” Rosely

“I find that hard to believe. Even saints have enemies.”

“Not our Jordan,” Rosely

“What are you telling this man about Jordan?” The woman who had just walked up in front of them glared at Rosely

“Mrs. Harris was just telling me what a saint Jordan is,” Rick said.

The woman turned her sharp stare at him, her eyes small and dark. She looked down her thin, hawkish nose at Rick, dismissing him as an inferior being.

“I’m Rick Carson, the Powell agent that Mrs. Price and her brother-in-law hired to investigate Senator Price’s death.” Rick offered her his hand.

She glowered at his hand for a good half minute, as if considering the possibility that he was somehow contaminated. Finally she grasped his hand in a firm, confident shake.

“I’m Darlene Wright. Jordan’s—” she hesitated, as if uncertain of their relationship “—Jordan’s friend. Jordan’s mother, Helene, and I were sorority sisters and friends. I think of Jordan as my daughter and she thinks of me as her mother.” Darlene cast Rosely

“So it seems that Mrs. Price is a fortunate woman — she has two mothers.”

Before either woman could respond, the room fell into an instant hush and all eyes turned to the doorway. Jordan entered the dining room quietly. But her presence captured everyone’s attention, their reaction to her entrance as reverent as if she were the Queen of England, or maybe an angel come down from heaven.

How did one small, fragile woman command such devotion?

Had he pegged her all wrong? Was she the cold-hearted bitch who hadn’t shed a tear at her husband’s funeral? Was she the beautiful, vulnerable widow he instinctively wanted to comfort? Was she the adulterous wife who was having an affair with her husband’s assistant? Was she the much adored daughter to two women? Was Jordan Price really a candidate for sainthood or was she a heartless murderer?

Rick watched as, one by one, Jordan’s admirers swarmed around her. Although they showed concern for her, and it was obvious that they all cared about her and she them, Rick got an odd vibe. It was almost as if they fed off her, draining her of her strength and energy, absorbing her light into their darkness.

Hell, where had that weird thought come from? Absorbing her light into their darkness. Getting a little deep there, Carson. Next thing you know, you’ll need some hip boots to wade through the crap.

Jordan parted her sea of devotees and came to him, pausing when she was within arm’s reach. “Good evening, Mr. Carson… Rick.”

“Jordan.” He nodded.

“I hope your accommodations are satisfactory. If not—”

“The room is fine. Thanks.”

“I apologize for keeping y’all waiting,” she said. “I was on the phone with the governor. He wanted me to know that he’s appointing Gary Werneth to complete Dan’s term. He—” Her voice trembled. She closed her eyes and bowed her head.

Everyone in the room seemed to move forward, as if ready to envelop Jordan with comfort or catch her if she fell. But it was Kendra Bra

Jordan returned the hug, then pulled free and a

During the hour and a half it took to complete the four-course meal, Jordan made a great effort to put everyone at ease. Rick had been placed between Rene Burke, Jordan’s assistant, and Darlene Wright. Both women treated him with cordial respect, but neither was actually friendly. Across from him, Tammy Harris spoke only when spoken to, and eyed Rick shyly when she thought he wasn’t looking. Jordan included Rick in the conversation whenever possible, as did her stepmother, Rosely

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