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Authors: Leann Sweeney

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  She stopped shoving clothes into the bag and stared at me. ''Really? That's a giant coincidence.''

  ''Which probably means it's
not
a coincidence. Mind if I sit down?'' I nodded at a chair by the computer desk stacked with what looked like yearbooks.

  ''Go ahead.'' Simone sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes never leaving me as I stepped carefully over to the chair, placed the yearbooks on the floor and sat.

  I noticed her camera bag on the desk before I swiveled the chair to face her. ''This is serious business, Simone.''

  ''You don't think I know that?'' Her defiance was back, but this time it was tainted by fear. Why?

  ''I know your photography is very important.'' I glanced around. ''Did you take all these pictures?''

  ''Yeah. So?''

  ''You're good. I was wondering if you took any pictures of JoLynn, because I don't see any in here.''

  ''Why would I take her picture?'' Simone started peeling blue polish off her ragged fingernails.

  ''Because from what I saw in the hospital and what I'm seeing here''—I pointed at one wall where there were photos of Scott sitting at a computer, her uncle riding a horse, her mother wearing a ridiculous hat and Matthew kissing Piper at their wedding—''you take pictures of everything.''

  Beneath her pale makeup, the redness of a flush began to break through. ''Maybe I did take a few pictures of JoLynn. So what?''

  ''No problem. Except for the ones she didn't
know
you were taking. That's kind of invasive, wouldn't you say?''

  She took a deep breath and rubbed thumb against index finger so hard I thought she might take off a layer of skin. ''She was an interesting subject. She was like this . . . enigma.''

  ''You followed her?''

  Simone nodded.

  ''Where did you follow her?'' I said.

  ''Not many places. She didn't leave the property much. Usually Scott drove whenever she wanted to go somewhere.''

''Tell me where she went.''

  Simone let out a huge breath and shifted her gaze from her hands to my face. ''She went to that old cemetery, okay?''

  ''And you took her picture there?''

  ''Bad pictures. I couldn't get close and I'm not good with the telephoto lens yet.''

  I noticed that my heart had sped up, that I could feel my throat pulsing. ''What did you do with those pictures, Simone?'' I didn't add,
Sell them to your new friend with the six-pack abs and the pretty-boy face?

  ''I think I threw them away,'' she said. ''They were awful. After I printed a few straight from the camera and saw them, I didn't even load them on my computer— they were that bad.''

  ''You
think
you threw them away? Come on, Simone. You're a very smart girl. You can do better than that.''

  She held up her hands. ''Okay, okay.''

  
Ah, here it comes,
I thought. The Dugan connection to this family. A very bad connection for Dugan, though. One that led to his death.

  But Simone said, ''I lost them. Lost my camera, too. That's why I don't even have any copies to look at and learn from my mistakes.''

  ''
What?
I saw you with a camera at the hospital the other day.''

  ''That's my
new
camera. I replaced the one I lost with the exact same model, got the money from Uncle Elliott. And you
can't
tell my mother. She doesn't think I can make it as a photojournalist—which is what I want to do. If she found out I was stupid enough to lose my camera, she'd say, 'Simone wants to be a photographer and she can't even keep track of her equipment.' ''

  ''Were any other photos missing?'' I asked.

  Simone thought for a moment. ''Just the ones on the camera. There were more of JoLynn I hadn't downloaded or printed out. No matter how spoiled rotten my relatives all are, they make for some great shots, and I had a few pics of them, too. I'm always catching little arguments, Scott and Matthew getting into it over a poker game, Uncle Elliott's face getting dark as night when someone doesn't hop when he says hop, my mother being, well, my
mother.
She's the only one who doesn't understand that I have to do this.''

  ''And none of these photos ended up on a disc or on your computer?''

  ''No,'' she said.

  How I wished I had a photo of Dugan with me. Maybe Simone saw him hanging around. Could be that when he tampered with JoLynn's car, he somehow found the camera and the pictures and took them. ''Did you lose the camera and printed-out photos of JoLynn at the same time?''

  ''I'm not sure. Since they were all fuzzy and terrible, I never wanted to see them again. As for the camera, well, my parents and I went to U.T. for a visit and when I was unpacking once we came home, I realized I didn't have my camera case. I called the hotel, but nothing from our suite had been turned in by the maid service. It's an expensive camera, so I'm sure someone in Austin is learning how to use it as we speak.''

  ''I hate to ask, but could your mother have taken that camera without you knowing? She had access. And she doesn't like the idea of you becoming a photographer, right?''

  Simone's jaw nearly dropped. ''Oh man, I never thought of that. I was a 'real pisser,' as my dad said, on that trip. Oh my God. Maybe she was trying to teach me a lesson.''

  ''Did she seem surprised when you were using a camera again as if nothing had happened? I mean, if she took it away and then you show up with the same—''

  ''I get what you're saying. No. She wasn't surprised. She seemed as annoyed as ever, but she knew Uncle Elliott would be the person I'd go to, and she wouldn't argue with anything he bought me.''

  My mind was racing now. But I couldn't share my suspicions about Simone's mother possibly being in on the murder attempt. Still, I was wondering if Adele did a little detective work of her own, found Dugan and showed him the pictures of JoLynn, maybe asked him how he felt about his ex-girlfriend living with rich folks. Maybe she merely wanted Dugan to take JoLynn far, far away. Or maybe she asked him or paid him to tamper with the car. That would be a very bad deal for this kid if her mother did something like that.

  ''What are you thinking, Abby?'' Simone asked.

  ''I'm trying to make sense of this,'' I said. ''When was the trip to U.T.?''

  ''About a month ago. Why?''

  ''Just considering other scenarios of how your camera disappeared. Maybe a student saw it and stole it. Anyway, thank you for coming clean. You've been a huge help.'' I didn't even want to look her in the eye now. What if her mother
did
hire Dugan to kill JoLynn? And maybe, when he asked for more money, she felt she had to get rid of him.

  ''You won't talk to my mother about this camera thing?'' Simone said. ''Maybe one day she'll show up and hand me the one she took and we'll laugh about it. At least that's my dream if I live that long.''

  ''Not to worry. I don't think she and I run in the same circles.'' I hated not being straight with her, hated what might lie ahead if her mother was arrested. I'd seen firsthand how quickly Adele had taken charge when the security guard disappeared. Now I wondered if she'd hired the impostor herself and covered it up by helping her irate brother, Elliott, find a new man for the job. After all, the impostor was at the hospital for a reason, perhaps hired to finish the job Adele first gave to Kent Dugan.

''You'll keep this between us?'' Simone was saying.

  ''That's what I want to do,'' I said with a smile. Now I was resorting to semantics.

  Simone hugged me and then thanked me profusely. And I felt like a rat. I told her I could find my way out.

  I left the house, wondering if I should leave Simone with the house unlocked.
Who could find this place?
I thought, heading for my Camry.
No one but the family probably knows it's even here.

  Boy, was I wrong.

  Pine needles must have muffled the footsteps of the man who grabbed me and again I found myself in an oppressive and painful bear hug. But unlike before, I'd never heard him coming.

  Then I smelled chloroform and thought,
Not this again.

29

The man didn't put chloroform over my mouth and nose, just stifled me with a big, strong hand. I was dragged away from the driveway into the trees and out of sight. Surely Adele and Leopold were coming home soon. . . . Or maybe Simone was watching from her window. Right. The window on the other side of the house.

  The man said, ''I can use the drug again or you can come with us willingly. But no calling for help.''

  I was being given an option? Gee, how accommodating. ''No chloroform,'' I mumbled through his fingers.

  And then another guy appeared from the woods, he, too, as silent as a snake. I recognized him right away. Joe Johnson. Mr. Fake Security Guard. First thing he did was stuff a wad of something in my mouth and secure it with a bandanna tied around my mouth and head. Then assailant number one—I was betting I'd recognize him, too, when I got a look—gripped my elbows and put my hands in front of me so the faker could apply a pair of lovely little plastic cuffs. I hadn't had this much fun since Aunt Caroline's last dinner party. What did these people want?

  I didn't see a weapon of any kind. They used brute force and the threat of chloroform. Very
weird.

  ''Your keys?'' Joe Johnson said.

  I nodded at my right pocket. I'd left my bag in the car, not to mention the gun I swore I would carry with me. And didn't. I don't like carrying the .38 around and now I was paying the price.

Joe took my keys and tossed them to another person

who silently joined us from a different direction: Estelle. The only person besides Simone who knew where I went after leaving Richter's house.
Estelle?

Joe said, ''Bring her car.''

  Estelle nodded and pointed the remote at my Camry, disengaging the alarm.

  
Bring my car where? I
thought. My worry meter shot farther to the danger side of the scale. They were taking me somewhere else. Not good.

  The guy who grabbed me took my elbow again and we started walking. I glanced to my left and saw the stringy-haired man's face. Yup, same guy from the supermarket and the parking garage. Only his hair was clean now and tied back in a ponytail that hung down his neck.

  Turned out their Jeep was hidden on a hard dirt road that wound through the woods. I didn't remember seeing an entrance to this path, but then again, Magnolia Ranch was huge. I could have missed it, or the entry could have been farther down the larger gravel road that skirted the woods.

  Ponytail sat beside me in the backseat. Joe Johnson drove. Whatever was in my mouth was absorbing every bit of saliva and becoming a soggy, disgusting lump of whatever. Gauze, maybe?

  Though I didn't turn around, I heard what was probably my car bumping along behind us. For some reason I worried about my tires. Sheesh. I'm being kidnapped and I'm thinking about my car? Was this how my mind was choosing to calm me down? By making me think about something as stupid and mundane as tires? If so, it was working. Then I got even more silly, thinking,
Three against one? No problem, Abby. You can take them.

  Five minutes later we came to a shack that sat off the road among the trees. The small structure was built with wood now gray with age. Planks slanted precariously or were missing altogether.
Not a great place to hide a kidnap victim while you ask for the ransom, I
thought. Too close to the ranch. Maybe this wasn't about ransom. Maybe this was all about JoLynn. Yes. Estelle was the watchdog inside the ranch—a new employee, if I remem bered right. Joe Johnson replaced the security guard to get close to JoLynn, and the other guy? I was guessing
I'd
been his assignment.

  Ponytail helped me out of the backseat and we all went inside the shack through a squeaky half door. The place was completely empty—no furniture, no old appliances or stoves. Nothing. But it was cool and smelled of the surrounding pines.

  Johnson carried in a blanket from the Jeep and laid it out on the filthy wood floor. ''Time to talk,'' he said.

  
Talk?
I love to talk. Beats getting killed every time. And talking required that they remove this miserable gag. Tethered hands held out in front of me, I squatted, then sort of fell back on my bottom. That's when I realized
they
might be the ones doing all the talking.

  ''You have been a thorn in my side, Abby Rose,'' Johnson said as he joined me on the floor. ''No pun intended.''

  
A funny guy. Great.

  Estelle and Ponytail sat on either side of me, and that's when I realized Estelle held my bag. Now I was getting pissed off. First my car and now my purse?

  She opened the bag and took out my gun. ''I found this in the glove compartment.''

  Joe held out his hand and Estelle handed him the Lady Smith. He looked at the .38 with disgust and set it down behind him. Then he said, ''My brother will remove the gag. Trust me, no one can hear you cry out from this spot in the woods. But the cuffs have to stay on. I know about your exploits, what a capable young woman you are. You might run.''

  Ponytail removed the gag and didn't seem bothered by handling the slimy ball of whatever from my mouth. He tossed it in a corner and stuffed the bandanna in his jeans pocket. I wished I were wearing jeans rather than capris, because the mosquitoes were already on the attack.

  ''Thank you,'' I said. I am not usually polite to my abductors, but I'd learned from experience not to make them unnecessarily angry. They can usually get worked up without my help.

  Estelle removed the necklace picture and the drawing of Ponytail from my bag now.

  ''The Altoids are way at the bottom, if that's what you're looking for,'' I said. ''Ponytail here could use one.''

  She smiled as she smoothed the papers in the middle of our little circle.

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