Redemption At Hawk's Landing. Rita Herron
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stuff the ribbon back in the jewelry box and no one would ever know about it.
If she showed it to Harrison, he and everyone in town would assume, even believe, that her father was guilty of...murdering Chrissy.
Her stomach roiled. But could she keep quiet?
The Hawk family had been tormented for years, wondering what had happened to their little girl. They’d probably imagined a hundred different awful scenarios.
Although Mrs. Hawk hadn’t liked Honey, Honey still had compassion for the woman and her family.
This ribbon might help them find the truth.
They deserved to have closure, didn’t they?
* * *
HARRISON DREADED THE conversation with his family. Their dinners were meant to keep the family close, although Chrissy’s disappearance had thrown a permanent kink in their relationships.
No dinner, holiday or amount of alcohol could smooth over the awkward tension between the brothers and their mother.
Still, he had to tell his family about Granger’s death. Warn them that even if he didn’t ask questions, others would.
Warn them that even though they might not have liked the man, it was Harrison’s job to investigate his murder.
His phone buzzed just as he climbed inside his SUV. He checked the number. Honey Granger.
What did she want? Answers about her father’s death?
Or maybe news about his body and what to do next?
The phone buzzed again, and he pressed Connect. “Sheriff Hawk.”
Breathing rattled over the line. “Hello?”
“Harrison, it’s me. Honey.”
Her voice sounded shaky. Uncertain.
“Yes?”
“I...have to show you something. I don’t know what it means or if it means anything, but, well, can you come out to my house? I mean, my father’s house.”
Harrison gritted his teeth. He had to deal with her, find her father’s killer. But seeing her was difficult. It resurrected memories he’d tried to forget. And another kind of guilt—he should have stood up for Honey when his mother had judged her.
“Can you come?” Honey asked again.
“I’ll be right there.” Harrison’s pulse clamored as he started the engine and drove toward the Granger’s house. He phoned his deputy and asked him to do rounds around town.
Harrison had to be at his mother’s house for dinner and drop the bombshell about Granger before she and his brothers heard the news from the local grapevine.
In a small town like Tumbleweed, word spread as quickly as butter melting on hot Texas pavement.
Night shadows hovered along the streets as he drove, the gray sky dark and desolate as he veered onto the road to Lower Tumbleweed. The yards were overgrown with weeds, the houses deserted, dilapidated and in need of repairs.
The neighborhood certainly didn’t look welcoming or inviting to an outsider. The place probably held bad memories for Honey. An image of Honey, thin and wearing hand-me-downs two sizes too big for her, haunted him. She’d looked tiny and lost and lonely. She’d also been smart enough to understand the whispers and stares from the other kids.
No wonder she’d left town and never looked back.
He winced at the rotting porch with the brick for a makeshift step, then parked in the drive behind her van. Admiration for her for owning her own business mushroomed inside him. He didn’t know how she’d done it, but he was proud of her for overcoming the obstacles her family had put in front of her. She’d made a success of herself in spite of adversity, an admirable accomplishment in his book.
He glanced around the unkempt yard and at the peeling paint on the weathered house and wondered what Honey planned to do with the place. Sell it as it was or fix it up then sell? Judging from the lack of curb appeal and run-down condition of the homes, the comps would be low.
Curiosity over Honey’s call nagged at him as he walked up to the front door. He raised his fist and knocked. A second later, she opened the door. Anxiety and some other emotion he couldn’t quite define streaked her face.
Alarm bells clanged in his head. “Honey, is everything all right?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know, Harrison. I...honestly don’t know.”
He forced his expression to remain professional. “Let me come in and then you can explain.”
She chewed on her bottom lip, then stepped aside and motioned for him to enter. He scanned the living area. A mess. Granger had let everything go. Judging from the number of empty liquor and beer bottles, drinking had been his priority just as it had been when Honey lived here.
When she reached the sofa, she picked up what looked like a child’s jewelry box, and ran her fingers over the rosewood design.
“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly.
She took a deep breath, then gestured toward the jewelry box. “This... I was looking through things after I got home, trying to sort out my father’s stuff and what was left of mine. I have to decide what to do with it all.”
He nodded. “And?”
Misery darkened her eyes. “I found this.” She pushed the jewelry box into his hands.
He narrowed his eyes, confused.
“Open it,” she said tightly.
An uneasy feeling rolled through him. Whatever she’d found had upset her.
“Go ahead,” she said. “I’m not sure what it means, but I had to show it to you.”
He frowned, but slowly lifted the lid to the jewelry box. A slip of bright yellow caught his eyes.
A yellow ribbon. Just like the one his sister was wearing the night she disappeared.
“It was hers, wasn’t it?” Honey asked in a choked voice.
He lifted his gaze to meet hers. The turmoil in her eyes mirrored how he felt at the moment. “It looks like Chrissy’s. My brother said she was wearing yellow ones the night she disappeared.”
“I know.” Honey bit down on her lower lip.
“Did she come to your house that night?” Harrison asked.
Honey’s hand trembled as she rubbed her temple. “If she did, I didn’t see her,” she said in a raw whisper.
“Don’t lie to me, Honey. I know you wouldn’t have hurt Chrissy, but if you know something about your father...”
Tension escalated between them. “I don’t. And if I did, I’d tell you. I want to know what happened to Chrissy, too.”
The agony in her voice tore at him.
Of course the questions over Chrissy’s disappearance had ripped her life inside and out, too.
“You really want the truth?” he asked gruffly.
She nodded. “We all deserve closure,” she said softly.
That was one thing they agreed on.
“I’m sorry, but my fingerprints are on the ribbon,” she said. “I wasn’t thinking at first. But I’m sure you want to analyze it. If my dad’s are there...”
Then that would mean that her father had touched the ribbon. That he’d either found it or taken it after he’d killed her.
He’d send it to the lab ASAP.
Two scenarios entered Harrison’s mind. The first—Granger killed Chrissy and hid her body at the bluff. Then