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In her mind she swiftly analyzed the situation. This actually could be good for her. Allowing Lampert to wipe out her competition. For that was what she now considered Mecho: her rival.
She had come too far, sacrificed too much, risked everything to be in the position she was now. She had lost no one close to her to slavery in the twenty-first century. But it seemed that Mecho had.
But part of her wondered if that was truly the right thing to do. Allow Mecho to die. For that was what she was certain Lampert was pla
And the night the Bentley exploded?
Had that been Mecho as well, employing some type of tactical device to either anger or frighten Lampert? If so, the tactic had failed miserably. It had done nothing save put Lampert on higher alert. And that was saying something, because the man’s alertness was always high.
Maybe that blunder alone should decide it. Mecho should perish. That would leave the way open for her.
But the decision was not that easy. Something in Mecho’s eyes had stayed with her from the very first time she had seen him.
He was a man who had suffered a great wound, an unseen wound, because all the pain was inside of him.
Murdoch could understand such a thing happening in co
Lampert was perfect for what he did. He had no conscience. He cared about no one other than himself. There was no one he would not sacrifice to get his way, not his wife, not his only child. It was simply how he was wired.
But you could get to a man like Lampert, hit him where it hurt. These spots were few and well hidden, but they existed.
Murdoch intended to smash them all.
She withdrew from the cover of the tree and walked back to the secret garden.
She sat back down on the bench and opened her book.
Her decision was not made yet because she couldn’t make up her mind.
Live or die, Mecho?
Live or die?
But there was something in his eyes.
And Murdoch felt her own eyes tear up as she thought about this.
CHAPTER
73
PULLER HAD PHONED AHEAD and Ly
When she looked up at them the pain of the recent loss of her in-laws was evident on her face.
Puller and Carson both expressed their condolences.
Chuck said, “Please sit. Now, you said you were with the Army?”
Puller and Carson perched opposite the couple on a settee that was barely wide enough to contain them.
“We both are,” said Puller. “But I’m down here in co
“Omigod, you’re John Puller, her nephew, then,” said Chuck as Ly
“That’s right. I understand that my aunt and the Storrows were friends.”
“They were,” answered Ly
“Which makes it odd that all three of them should die so close together and under such suspicious circumstances,” said Puller.
Chuck looked confused. “But I thought Betsy’s death was an accident.”
“The police think that might be the case. I don’t.”
“Why?” asked Ly
Puller slipped the letter from his pocket and handed it across.
The Storrows read it together.
Chuck looked up. “Mysterious happenings?”
“At night,” added Ly
Puller focused on her. “Right, at night. Betsy died at night. So did your parents, Chuck.”
Tears clustered around Ly
Chuck said, “I don’t see what the co
“They were friends. Maybe they confided in each other. Maybe they all knew something about what my aunt wrote about in that letter.”
“But surely they would have mentioned it to us,” said Chuck.
“And they didn’t?” asked Carson.
“Of course not. We would have said something.”
“Were you here all the time?” asked Puller. “Recently?”
The Storrows looked at each other.
“Well, actually—” began Chuck.
Ly
“But your parents didn’t try to contact you when you were out of town?” Puller asked Chuck.
“Neither one liked to use the telephone and they would never call long distance even though I explained to them that calling my cell was not calling long distance. I don’t think they ever quite understood that. And they were from a generation that was very frugal. And they were not into emailing or texting.”
Ly
Chuck shook his head. “Cell reception isn’t the best over there. I figured maybe they’d had an accident or something. I never dreamed anyone would have…”
“I can see that,” said Puller. “Did they still drive?”
She nodded. “Oh yes. They were still quite active physically.”
“Would they drive my aunt around?”
“Sometimes, yes. But she could drive too. She had her car fitted out specially with the hand controls.”
“Right, I saw that.”
Chuck eyed them. “All these questions. And that letter. Do you have any idea what could have happened to them?”
“Not really sure yet. We’re just following up any lead that presents itself. Did either of them keep a journal?”
“A journal?” said Ly
“Just asking. There might have been one missing from my aunt’s house.”
“So maybe if we had been here this wouldn’t have happened to them,” said Ly
“Sweetie, we can’t beat ourselves up about that. We’d been pla
“You really can’t blame yourselves,” said Carson. “It’s just not worth it and they wouldn’t have wanted you to.”
Ly
Puller said, “Your parents’ attorney wasn’t Griffin Mason by any chance?”
“No. They used my attorney,” answered Chuck.
“Good. I think Mason will be pretty busy from now on.”
They rose to leave.
Ly
“You’ll be the first ones I’ll tell,” replied Puller firmly.
Chuck shook their hands. “Best of luck to you.”
“God bless you,” added Ly
“I think we’ll need luck and blessings,” muttered Puller under his breath.
Puller sat in the Tahoe but didn’t start the engine.
Carson looked over at him. “Are we going to sit here and swelter or are you going to turn this sucker on?”
Puller turned the key and the engine caught. He put it in gear and pulled away.
“So what did that get us?” asked Carson as she put the AC vents full blast on them.
“Information. Even if the Storrows had found something out they might not have told anyone, other than my aunt.”
“You said she had put all these miles on her car, right?”
Puller turned to look at her as he hit the main street and sped up. “Right.”
“And you think she kept a journal?”
“Yes.”
“Well, maybe she found something out and told them, not the other way around. They might have been spotted or overheard. So they all had to die. Your aunt and then the Storrows. Or maybe the other way around. Or maybe simultaneously.”