Magnificent Folly

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Authors: Iris Johansen

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Dear Reader,

I’ve always loved the character of Andrew Ramsey, and it was a delight to bring him to
Magnificent Folly
as the hero. Some of you may remember
Last Bridge Home
when I introduced a very special group of people. It was inevitable that Andrew come front and center in one of the following books. His story stands alone but I made sure to give him the best story of which I’m capable.

You’ll find suspense, mystery and the unknown in
Magnificent Folly
. But what does that matter if you don’t like the characters? I don’t believe you’ll have any problem with liking Lily Desline and her daughter Cassie and watching them play out their tale.

And Andrew? I can hardly wait for you to meet him

Enjoy!

Iris Johansen

BOOKS BY IRIS JOHANSEN
Tender Savage
  No One to Trust
Notorious
  Body of Lies
One Touch of Topaz
  Final Target
Everlasting
  The Search
And the Desert Blooms
  The Killing Game
The Treasure
  The Face of Deception
Lion’s Bride
  And Then You Die
Golden Valkyrie
  Long After Midnight
Capture the Rainbow
  The Ugly Duckling
A Summer Smile
  Dark Rider
Stormy Vows/Tempest at Sea
  Midnight Warrior
Stalemate
  The Beloved Scoundrel
An Unexpected Song
  The Magnificent Rogue
Killer Dreams
  The Tiger Prince
On the Run
  Last Bridge Home
Countdown
  The Golden Barbarian
Blind Alley
  Reap the Wind
Firestorm
  The Golden Barbarian
Fatal Tide
  Storm Winds
Dead Aim
  The Wind Dancer
Contents

Letter to the Reader

Other Books by this Author

Title Page

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Copyright

ONE

T
HE MAN ON
the cliff was watching Cassie again.

Fear made the muscles tense in Lily Deslin’s stomach. She stood on the deck of the beach house for only a few moments longer, then rushed down the steps, her pace quickening until she was running along the beach path toward Cassie’s small figure playing in the surf.

She was being foolish. The man presented no threat, Lily told herself. Though he had been there on the cliff every evening for the past three days, she was sure he had not attempted to speak to Cassie. He merely had sat on the boulder on the
cliff and watched her daughter play on the deserted beach.

Waiting. It seemed he was just waiting.

No. She was blowing this all out of proportion. The man was no more than a dark silhouette against the blazing scarlet of the sky. She couldn’t even see his features, so how could she know that he had any purpose here other than to enjoy the spectacular view over the water of the Oregon sunset?

She knew.

“Cassie!” Lily tried to keep the panic from her voice as she crossed the last few yards separating them. “Time for supper. Come along now.”

“In a minute, Mom.” Cassie kicked at the foam ruffling the waves. “It’s nice now. Sort of …” She hesitated. “Peaceful. Don’t you feel it?”

Lily forced a smile. “It will be just as nice in the morning. You’re going to be as pruney as the raisins in that crazy TV commercial if you don’t get out of the water.” She reached down and picked up Cassie’s crimson Peanuts beach towel,
on which a moody Schroeder played his toy piano.

“Okay.” Cassie heaved a resigned sigh and turned and trudged toward the beach. “But it won’t be, you know.”

Lily quickly draped the towel around Cassie’s shoulders. The man was still watching. She could feel the force of his gaze as if it were a touch. “Won’t be what?” she asked as she lifted Cassie’s single brown braid free from the folds of the towel.

“Just as nice in the morning. You said that it would be just as nice then as it is now.”

“Sorry. I guess I lost my train of thought.” Lily gave her daughter a gentle push toward the path leading to the beach house and said jokingly, “Old age setting in, I reckon.”

Cassie’s brow creased in a thoughtful frown as she started toward the path. “I used to like mornings better here when we first came, but I don’t anymore. During the last week I decided that this time of day is best. It makes me feel … beautiful.”

Cassie
was
beautiful, Lily thought with a sudden
rush of passionate tenderness. Oh, perhaps not picture-book pretty, but small and sturdy, endearingly freckled by the sun and gleaming with the golden sheen of childhood. Lily tugged teasingly at her daughter’s damp braid. “I guess you’re not so bad.”

Cassie shook her head. “No, inside. I feel beautiful inside. Warm and sort of glowing and filled with something”—she made a helpless gesture with one hand, as if reaching for words—“special. Kind of like when I play Brahms.”

“Sounds more like Mozart.”

Cassie made a face. “You’re making fun of me.”

Lily shook her head. “No way. Just trying to make you think in more precise terms. Mozart can be peaceful. Brahms has more sweep and power. Which is it?”

“Maybe a little of both.” Cassie nodded with satisfaction. “Yes, two parts Mozart and one part Brahms.”

Lily’s laughter pealed out. “Well, that’s precise enough.”

“I want to put it down on paper.”

Lily tried to hide a start of surprise. Cassie hadn’t done any type of composing since before the tour the year before, and Lily had begun to think she was rejecting creating anything new to avoid another onslaught of publicity such as the introduction of her first concerto had brought. “After supper,” she said firmly. “Shower, supper, dishes, piano. If it’s worthwhile, it will stay with you.”

“But I want to—” Cassie broke off as she glanced up at her mother’s face. “Shower, supper, piano,” she said as a counteroffer. “You do the dishes tonight, I’ll take your turn tomorrow.”

“Deal.”

They walked in companionable silence while the blazing scarlet of the sky turned to smoky lavender.

“You’re not old,” Cassie said abruptly. “Why did you say that? You’ll never be old.”

“Everyone grows old, Cassie.”

“Not you.” Cassie’s clasp tightened on her hand. “You’re like a Bach fugue, strong and memorable,
with every note crystal clear. You’ll always be like that.”

“Trust you to compare me to a fugue.” Lily tried to keep the throatiness from her voice. “Are you trying to get out of doing the dishes tomorrow, too, young lady?”

Cassie glanced up, her round face alight with mischief. “If it works. Does it?”

“Nope.”

“What about if I compare you to Mozart?”

Lily shook her head.

“You’re pretty tough. Mozart sparkles like a diamond.”

Cassie sparkled with the same many-faceted appeal, alternating between the mischief of a child and the wisdom of an adult. A feeling of profound thanksgiving suddenly surged through Lily. What had she ever done to deserve a miracle like Cassie? “I have to be tough, with a con artist like you in the house.”

“I don’t try to con you.”

Lily raised a skeptical brow.

“No, really, I don’t,” Cassie insisted. “I’d never try to …” She giggled. “Well, almost never.”

“Almost
and
never?” Lily clucked reprovingly. “Precision, love.”

Cassie grimaced. “You’re as bad as Professor Kozeal. Precision is boring. I like the thundering flourishes better.”

“I know you do. But you have to have both in a piano concerto.” Lily paused. “And in life, Cassie.”

Cassie turned to look at her. “You don’t,” she said gravely. “You don’t have any thundering flourishes. Why don’t you do—”

“You provide quite enough flourishes for both of us,” Lily replied, interrupting quickly. “Maybe I’m more Rachmaninoff than you think, brat.”

Cassie shook her head positively. “Bach.” They were approaching the weathered cedar cottage on the rise when Cassie abruptly stopped. “Wait. I forgot to say good-bye.”

“What?”

Cassie started to turn around. “I forgot to say good-bye to him.”

Lily stiffened. “Him?”

Cassie was waving at the shadowy figure on the cliff. As Lily watched, the man lifted his arm and waved in return. It was a casual gesture, free of any hint of menace, yet Lily felt the chill return. She kept her tone carelessly casual. “Who is he, Cassie? Has he ever spoken to you?”

“No.” Cassie waved again and turned away. “But he’s always there. Haven’t you noticed?”

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