Breaking Free. Лорет Энн Уайт
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were her lawyer.”
“A lawyer. Not her lawyer. Besides, I’m not a criminal one.”
That sandy brow of his crooked up again.
It fuelled her anger. “I’m a corporate lawyer for an art gallery cooperative in Sydney,” Megan snapped. She was furious she was even explaining herself to this stubborn hunk of a policeman. “And I find your attitude disrespectful. My aunt is an esteemed member of this community. She deserves better treatment than this—”
“She deserves equal treatment, Ms. Stafford.”
Megan wavered slightly at the veiled menace in his tone. “She does have a right to counsel of her choice before you question her. And she’s not well—”
“She has no such right, Ms. Stafford.”
“But you do allow it—”
“We’re running out of time.” He depressed a button to start recording the interview. “Now if you’ll please calm down and take a seat, I’d like to advise Miss Fairchild that she is entitled to refrain from answering my questions, and that anything she does say can be used in a court of law. Miss Fairchild.” His eyes focused on Louisa, a muscle pulsing along his jaw. “Can you explain how your Smith & Wesson .38 came to be found in a melted fertilizer drum near the body of Sam Whittleson?”
“What?” Megan slowly took a seat, staring at the cop. “That’s not possible,” she whispered.
His laser-blue eyes turned on her. “It’s a fact.”
Megan shot an inquiring look at her great-aunt. “Louisa?”
“Someone…must have stolen it,” Louisa said, pressing her hand harder against her upper abdomen, her breathing shallow.
Desperation surged through Megan. Her eyes whipped back to Detective Sergeant Hastings, tension crackling through her body as she jerked to her feet. “This is enough, Sergeant! This is pure harassment. You’re on a fishing expedition, otherwise you’d have charged her already. I insist that you either do so now, or let us go, because my aunt has nothing more to say. And she’s clearly not well.”
Before he could respond, Louisa swayed, clutched hard at her chest, rasped for air, and slumped off her chair.
“Louisa!” Megan dropped to her knees, fumbling to loosen her aunt’s high collar. Louisa’s skin was cold and clammy. She’d stopped breathing. “Oh, God, she’s having a heart attack!” Megan yelled as she tried to ease Louisa onto her back. “Dial triple zero—get an ambulance!”
She felt Detective Sergeant Hastings taking her shoulders, forcing her back from her aunt as he keyed his radio.
“We need an ambulance, Pepper Flats police station,” he barked. “Cardiac arrest. Maybe MI. Eighty-year-old female—” He gave a rapid-fire series of details as he knelt beside Louisa and began ripping back her restrictive blouse, feeling for a pulse at her neck.
“No pulse,” he told dispatch. “She’s non-responsive. Commencing CPR.”
He tilted Louisa’s head back, checking her air passages. Tears filled Megan’s eyes as she looked on in horror. “Get out front!” he yelled at her between CPR breaths and compressions. “Flag the ambos outside—tell them we’re in here. Move it, now!”
Chapter Three
Heidi stood at her bedroom window, staring into the dark night, thinking about stuff.
Her father still wasn’t home and she could hear her gran stirring down the hall as she went to the bathroom. A strange mix of concern and irritation flushed through her.
She hated feeling this way about her family.
It had gotten worse after the night she’d stood at this same window, watching the strobe lights pulse over the night sky, hearing the distant bullhorn—knowing Lochlain Racing was burning.
She’d smelled the bitter smoke on the wind, and she knew Anthem was in there, in the blaze. Her dad, too, fighting the fire with the other villagers, and her heart had been so sick with worry.
She’d wanted to be there. To help. But she’d been ordered to stay with Granny June. Just as she’d been ordered by her father to stay home tonight.
And now Zach had gone to the B&S ball without her. She swiped a stupid tear from her face. Damn, why was she so emotional?
Granny June’s health wasn’t helping. It was draining Heidi. Her gran was forgetting things, getting more confused. Wandering off. Leaving water to boil, running the bath and not shutting off the taps. And Heidi’s freedom was increasingly restricted because of it.
Apart from her riding, she could never do anything after school because her dad was worried something would happen if they left June alone too much now. And Heidi didn’t want to feel like this—resentful about it. But her dad was putting more and more pressure on her to help care for his mother as work commitments pulled him away, and it was starting to wear her down.
She wanted out.
She wanted to go to private school in Sydney to study art. Like her mum, Heidi was gifted artistically. And like her mother, she hoped one day to work in an artistic field, in a big vibrant city.
She heard her gran going back to bed down the hall, and Heidi looked up at the splatter of stars, the thin sliver of moon, wondering how often her mother gazed up at the sky in London—the same sky.
So far away.
She wondered if her mum ever missed her family. Or if her dad ever wished he could see Sally again. Heidi could never tell what he was feeling. Whenever she mentioned her mother to him, he’d just get all bossy and change the subject.
He thought not talking about Sally was somehow shielding her from the fact her mother had walked out on them, from this very house, one night ten years ago.
After that her dad had invited his recently widowed mother to come and live with them, mostly to help care for Heidi, who was only four.
Now she was fourteen, and she was caring for her gran. Another warm tear rolled down her cheek. Her dad didn’t understand.
He never did.
He was always too busy being a cop, catching crims, protecting others. He had no idea how much of a burden Gran was becoming, how fast her illness was progressing. Heidi suspected a part of him didn’t even want to see it.
She wrapped her arms over her stomach, feeling so alone.
She missed Zach.
She missed riding her horse, and prayed Anthem was going to make it. She wanted to be with her mare, and they’d told her she couldn’t be anymore. That she should only come at the vet’s visiting hours, because everyone had their hands full at Lochlain and she was getting in their way.
She sniffed, rubbed the back of her hand across her nose, and went down the hall. Edging open the door to her grandmother’s room, Heidi listened carefully, hearing only the sounds of soft breathing in the dark. “Gran?” she whispered.
No answer.
She hesitated. Her dad would kill her.
But she didn’t care.
She left the house, closing the front door very quietly. Going round to the garage, she got her bike out, and began cycling the twelve miles along the dark farm roads to Lochlain Racing, her bike-light a small halo in the Australian night.
It was almost midnight when Dylan pushed open the door of Elias Memorial’s dimly lit waiting area.
Megan had dozed off in a chair at the far end of the room, the television mounted near the ceiling silently flickering with highlights from the latest country cup race at Muswell-brook.
Someone had given her a blanket and she’d pulled it up to her chin. The scarf that had tied