Skeleton's Key (Delta Crossroads Trilogy, Book 2) (36 page)

“Are you suggesting I had something to do with those murders?”

“What happened, Ben? Did you and Martin find something worth fighting over?”

He held up his hands as though defeated, but his face was anything but passive. Jaw clenched and eyes narrowed, his anger resonated in the house’s entryway.

“I don’t deny my involvement with Norton Investments. It’s good business. But that’s all I’ve done. I don’t know anything about this Martin Robertson, and I certainly didn’t break into Ironwood.”

“Yes, you did. You told me you used to snoop around all the time.”

“I was a kid.”

“Lee said there was a break-in when you were a teenager. He always thought it was you. And of course, the original master set of keys to the house is missing. Including the skeleton keys. They disappeared around the same time you were down here prospecting. Isn’t that interesting?”

“It’s interesting how you will twist things around to believe the best of Cage Foster.”

Her face heated, and Ben nodded. “I figured he’d gotten to you. After all, he’s a good looking guy. A cop. A man like Cage couldn’t possibly have done something so vile, and a strong woman like you couldn’t be fooled.”

She crossed her arms and said nothing.

“But everyone gets fooled sometimes, Dani.” Ben’s voice softened, and he stepped forward, inching into her personal space. She was tempted to punch him in the throat. “And here you are, stuck with this moneysuck of a house that’s now got a gruesome story attached to it.

“So yes, Norton Investments is going to offer me a cut of the profits if they’re able to develop the Ironwood land as they want. And they’re willing to purchase the house and acres for the same price you paid. No one else is going to do that after what’s happened.”

Was he really trying to negotiate a deal? Anger flared from the pit of her stomach fanning out across her body. Her fingers twitched with the effort to stay in control.

She bared her teeth. “I’m not selling.”

“I’ll give you an extra three percent,” Ben said. “Norton is going to create a real money maker, Dani. Three percent of their profits is a lot of money.” He touched her shoulder, the gesture rough and manipulative. “You can go back up North where you belong. Admit it–the South doesn’t suit you at all.”

She shoved his hand off. “Ironwood is not for sale. I don’t care how much money you throw at me. And even if you didn’t kill those men, you’re involved in this somehow. I’ll prove it.”

His once mesmerizing blue eyes turned to ice. “You are definitely a stubborn, independent female.”

“And you’re definitely a greedy bastard.” She turned to leave. “You’re about to go down Ben. I promise you that.”

Her fingers closed around the china doorknob just as Ben caught her by the arm. He spun her around to face him, handsome face twisted into a hateful sneer. “Don’t make promises you might not be able to keep.”

*     *     *

“Damn, Daddy.” Cage
sat back on his heels. Sweat rolled down his neck and saturated the back of his shirt. “Why can’t you clean out the shed in the fall when it’s not miserably hot?”

Sitting in the shade of the patio umbrella with a glass of lemonade and cane against his leg, Oren grunted. “Cause I asked you to do it in the spring, and you put it off. Now I need the space, and here we are.”

Cage grumbled under his breath. His father was as stubborn as anyone he knew, and that included Dani. Oren’s increasing weight–and complete lack of interest in doing anything about it–meant he couldn’t do as much around the house anymore.

“That’s why I had a son,” Oren liked to say. “The free labor.”

Cage hefted a fifty-pound sack of cement out of the way. “You going to use this?”

“Maybe. Don’t toss it.”

He deposited the cement in the keep pile and stopped to catch his breath. His father motioned for him to sit. “Take a break. Drink some lemonade.”

He did as he was told, sloughing sweat off his face with the bottom of his damp t-shirt.

“You’re a good son.” Oren settled back into the chair.

“What?” Cage glanced nervously at his father.

“I mean it. Know I don’t say it nearly enough, but I appreciate how good you are to your mom and me.” His father fiddled with the top of his cane. “I know you’d like for things to have turned out differently.”

Cage worried his bottom lip trying to figure out what to say. His father wasn’t exactly the sharing type. “Of course I do. I want Lana here, just like you and Mom do.”

“I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about your sticking around when she left and picking up the slack around here when I got too decrepit. You could have gone to the big city like she did. Been a lawyer maybe. You always talked about it.”

“Nah.” He could hardly speak over the swelling in his throat. “I like here. Simpler life.”

“Unless you’re being railroaded for murder, of course.”

Cage chuckled and wiped the sweat dripping off his nose. “Yeah. There is that.”

“What the hell is wrong with those people? Can’t they get their heads out of their asses?”

“Gina will figure it out.” Cage hoped he sounded more convinced than he felt. “And the trace evidence will officially clear me.”

Cage drained his glass of lemonade and then stood up. “Thanks for saying all that, Dad.”

Oren grunted a welcome. He pointed to the shed with his cane. “Now, there ought to be an old rototiller back there. Might be able to use it for parts.”

The back door slammed. Cage didn’t look up. His mother had probably come out to see if they needed more lemonade.

“Cage.” Gina’s voice was like ice water being tossed onto his burning skin. He swallowed hard and turned around.

“Captain Barnes. What are you doing here?”

At his parents. Was she really going to question him here?

“I’m headed out to question Ben Moore.”

He relaxed. “Lee Walker must have given you more information than he did us.”

“No. There’s no proof Ben took the missing keys. But we got Martin Robertson’s financials back.”

“And?”

“A week before his family declared him missing, he deposited a check from Ben’s brokerage for a nice chunk of money.”

“Sonofa
bitch
.”

“Figured you’d say that. Want to ride out with me and see what he’s got to say?”

“Hell, yes.”

B
en’s long fingers
dug into the tender flesh of her arm. Dani’s stomach tightened even as her pulse accelerated. “Get your hands off me.”

“Not until we come to an understanding.” His eyes had shrunk to snakelike slits, and she wondered how she could have ever found him attractive.

“I understand perfectly.” She tried to wrench her arm away, but he held firm.

“I will not allow you to ruin my reputation or jeopardize the business I’ve built.”

“What are you going to do, smother me and bury me in the basement? Or give me something that makes it look like I died of natural causes? Is that what you did to Martin’s friend?”

“You’re crazy. And stupid for even coming out here. Meddling Yankee.”

Now the mind-numbing fear set in. Twisting around for leverage, she jammed her elbow into his chest. Ben cursed and wrapped his left arm around her so tightly she gasped for air. “You need to learn some manners.”

He yanked the door open, and the glare of the afternoon sun momentarily blinded them both. His grip eased. This time, she kicked his knee as hard as she could.

“You little bitch.” Ben dropped his arm and fell to all fours.

Dani seized her chance. She ran down Oak Lynn’s steps, fumbling for her keys.

“You’ll pay for that.” Ben had stumbled to the bottom step. Hands fisted and face purple, he took a step forward. She didn’t stop moving.

The crunch of gravel brought her to an abrupt halt. Her legs grew weak with relief as an Adams County Sheriff’s cruiser whipped into the driveway and stopped behind Dani’s rental. Gina stepped out of the driver’s seat while Cage jumped out of the passenger side and raced to Dani, shock painted on his face.

He took her in his arms bringing her face against his chest. She didn’t care that he smelled like sweat and sweltering air. “I’m fine.”

“What did he do to you?” Cage wiped the tears from her eyes. She hadn’t realized she’d been crying. His gaze moved to her arm. Thanks to her fair skin, her bicep had already begun to bruise.

“He put his hands on you?” His nostrils flared, and he looked dangerous. “Stay here.”

“Cage, don’t. He didn’t hurt me.” She clung to him.

“She came here making all sorts of crazy accusations,” Ben said as Gina stepped in front of him, right hand on her gun. “And he probably put her up to it.”

“You can tell me all about it downtown,” Gina said.

“Excuse me?”

“We’ve uncovered some new evidence in the Ironwood murders I need to discuss with you immediately.”

The anger drained from Ben’s face. His jaw went slack, and he glanced around nervously. “Come inside.”

“Downtown is better.”

“Can I follow you?”

“Ride with me.” Gina glanced over her shoulder. “Cage, why don’t you take Dani home?”

“Let’s go,” Dani pulled at his arm. “Gina will handle it.”

Cage didn’t move.

“Please.” She sounded close to tears.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” He held out his hand, and Dani gave him the car keys. She was still shaking.

“Dani.” Gina walked Ben to the car. Drained of his bravado, he looked as fragile as a wilted flower. “Ironwood is officially yours again. We’re done with the place.”

“Thank you.” She sat down in the steamy vehicle, waiting for Cage. But he leaned against the blistering metal, grinding his jaw and glaring at the police cruiser as it pulled out of the drive and out of sight.

He finally got inside and started the engine. Both hands on the wheel, he stared ahead, body tense as though readying for a fight.

“You’re mad at me,” Dani realized. She didn’t blame him.

“You promised you’d stay at Magnolia.”

“I was trying to help.”

“You almost got yourself in big trouble. He dragged you outside, didn’t he? Where was he taking you?”

“I don’t know. He just said he wasn’t going to let me ruin his reputation.”

“He could have killed you.”

“But he didn’t. I got away.”

“He was coming after you. If we hadn’t showed up, he would have caught you.”

She wanted to argue, but she didn’t have the energy. And the fear glistening in Cage’s eyes made her guilt swell.

“I’m sorry. I made a stupid decision.”

“Yes you did.”

She slid her hand over his cheek. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

“I’ve only just found you. You can’t go around risking your life.”

“I won’t do it again. Promise.”

He raised an eyebrow, but the corner of his mouth hitched.

“I mean it this time.” She crossed her heart.

Cage’s hand closed around her neck, bringing her face to meet his. His kiss was hard and strong. She kissed him back with all the passion she could summon.

“Did you hear what Gina said?” She breathed when they finally parted. “About Ironwood being mine again?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“The blueprints are in the back seat. Want to go exploring?”

*     *     *

“Aren’t we going
inside?” Cage stood beneath Ironwood’s peeling pergola while Dani remained on the dirt drive, gazing up at the silent house. He slung her utility bag of tools off his shoulder as she agonized. Both sets of blueprints in hand, she studied one, and then the other, mumbling.

“D?”

She pulled her nose out of the blueprints. “D?”

Cage shrugged. “Feels right.”

She grinned and then went back to the plans. “I can’t figure it out. Something isn’t right, but for the life of me, I can’t see it. And I know it’s
right
there.” She headed for the south side of the mansion, skirting the rose bushes.

Cage jogged to catch up. “What are you looking for?”

“I’ll tell you when I find it.” She handed him the newer set of house plans. “Hold these out so we can compare.”

He did as she asked, following her around to the back of the house. The weather hadn’t been kind to it. Paint chunked off the wooden slats leaving them bare in places. The screened-in porch off the library, built near the turn of the century, sagged dangerously at the base. A servants’ quarter window on the far side of the house had been boarded up. Wisteria climbed the raggedy back of Ironwood, stretching horizontally across the house’s upper level like some strange, overgrown tree.