Chapter Five

      Nikki guessed this teenager blocking their way must be Patty’s child, the one she’d brought back with her to the ranch when the girl was just a baby. That would have been about sixteen years ago, making the young woman standing in front of her sixteen, if Nikki’s math was correct.

      The nanny, Patricia “Patty” Owens, had left the ranch after the kidnapping only to return nine years later with a baby. The father of the child had never been revealed. Was it possible this teen was Travers’s?

      “Back off, Kitten,” Cull said as he and Nikki ascended the rest of the steps. “I’m not in the mood.”

      “Why is everyone in such a bad mood today?” the teen demanded, clearly taking it personally.

      Nikki stepped through the front door, followed by Cull, then stopped, wanting to take it all in. But she wasn’t given a chance.

      “Cull? Is that Ms. St. James with you?” a deep male voice called from an open doorway off to her right. “Please have her come in.”

      “I’ll get you those aspirin,” Cull said as Nikki turned toward the open doorway.

      Travers McGraw seemed preoccupied, one hand on his forehead, his elbow resting on the large oak desk in front of him.

      Nikki stopped in the open doorway, studying him for a moment. She’d seen dozens of photographs of Travers McGraw, most taken right after the kidnapping. He’d been a big, strong, handsome man, dark-haired with the same pale blue eyes as the two sons she’d seen.

      The past twenty-five years had not been kind to him. While his hair hadn’t turned as white as his ex-wife Marianne’s, it was shot with gray and there were deep lines etched around his eyes. He seemed to have shrunk in size, his body thin, his shoulders stooped.

      But as he looked up, his smile was welcoming.

      “Mr. McGraw, I’m Nikki St. James,” she said, stepping forward to extend her hand. “The crime writer.”

      He seemed to come alive as he got to his feet. Hope burned bright in his eyes with such intensity that the weight of it hit her hard. He was depending on her to solve the case.

      “Please, call me Travers,” he said as he shook her hand, clasping it with both of his. “I’m so glad you’re here. I didn’t hear you come in.” He glanced toward the open doorway. “I thought you were going to call for directions to the ranch.”

      “Actually, I ran into your son Cull in town—” literally, she thought “—and he brought me out.”

      “Wonderful,” Travers said a little distractedly. “All that matters is that you’re here and you’re going to find out what happened to the twins.” He rubbed his temples as if he had a headache, too.

      She hoped she didn’t make it worse. She started to reiterate that she couldn’t make any promises, but she didn’t get the words out before Patty burst into the room.

      “Tell me I’m misinformed,” Patricia said, looking from Nikki to her husband, her blue eyes wild with anger. “Tell me you haven’t brought this...this...woman into our home.”

      “Patricia.” He sighed, looking defeated again. “This is not the place to—”

      “Not the place? This has to stop. I thought we decided—”

      “You decided,” he said, looking a little less beat down. “I will never stop looking for them.”

      His words fanned the flames of the woman’s fury, but seemed to leave her speechless for a moment.

      “We need to talk,” Patricia said to her husband between gritted teeth.

      “I’m sure we will,” he agreed as he sat back down behind his desk and motioned for Nikki to take a seat. “But right now I need you to leave and close the door behind you.”

      All color drained from the woman’s face. Clearly appalled, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

      “I apologize for my wife’s behavior,” he said after a moment. “I hope this doesn’t change your mind.”

      Nikki shook her head. “Not at all.” It wasn’t the first time she’d run into a relative who didn’t want anyone digging into the past. It wouldn’t be the last.

      She hadn’t expected to get much out of Patty Owens McGraw anyway. But if the answers were on this ranch, she told herself she would find them even without the woman’s help.

      “You said that I would be allowed the run of the ranch,” Nikki reminded him. “I hope you haven’t changed your mind.”

      He shook his head. “If there is even the slightest chance that you might find out the truth... Just let me know what you need from me. I should warn you. My wife isn’t the only one who might be opposed to this.”

      “Your sons.”

      He nodded. “Also my lawyer and a close family friend who was in the house that night. They both are quite adamant that this is a mistake. I completely disagree with them, understand. But you might find getting information from them difficult, and I’m sorry about that.”

      “I’ve worked with families before that were...skeptical,” she said.

      He smiled at her understatement of the current situation and raked a hand through his graying hair, looking apologetic. “I had hoped that once you were here it might be easier. Please don’t think I’m a coward for not telling my sons. They don’t want me to be disappointed again and I really wasn’t up to arguing before you got here. With so much time having passed and no new evidence...”

      “I hate to get your hopes up as well, but I can promise you that I will do everything I can to find out the truth. I’d like to take a look around the house and the ranch,” Nikki said, getting to her feet. “But first if someone can show me to my room. I’m afraid my car and luggage are still in town.”

      “Not a problem. I’ll have someone pick it up for you,” he said as he rose from behind his desk.

      There was a tap at the door before it swung in. She turned to see Cull silhouetted in the doorway. He stepped forward, holding out a glass of water and two aspirin. She took them as she listened to Travers asking his son to see that Nikki’s car was brought out to the ranch.

      “But first if you wouldn’t mind showing her to the guest room,” the older man finished.

      “I’ll show her to her room,” came a voice from the open doorway. It was the teenager who’d accosted her earlier on the porch steps. It was clear that Kitten had been close by, eavesdropping.

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