15

      THE LATE-AFTERNOON SUN SLANTED long shadows over the patio at the back of the kitchen as Duncan put steaks on the grill. He felt as though the day was never going to end. He’d wanted to talk to Piper alone, but one thing after another had interfered, the latest being a celebration dinner that Vi had insisted on. Sheriff Skinner had been invited to stay, and then the men had been assigned to grill duty while the women made salad.

      Daryl stepped out of the kitchen with three beers. “The ladies are chilling champagne, but I told Vi we’d start off with these.”

      Sheriff Skinner took one of the offered bottles. “I propose a toast to a job well done.”

      Duncan took one of the bottles and raised it. “It’s not over yet.” His eyes strayed to Piper inside the kitchen. She was tearing lettuce into a bowl. And for a moment he felt the same thing he’d felt when he’d slipped uninvited into her bedroom last night—just an inkling of what it might be like to see her do that ordinary task again and again.

      “You’re referring to the fact that Deanna Lewis wasn’t working alone,” Skinner said.

      “We listened to her say ‘we’ and ‘us’ several times while we were crawling through those tunnels,” Daryl said. “And Lightman overhead her making a phone call to someone telling them that she planned to eliminate Piper.”

      “I think Russell Arbogast is in the clear,” Skinner said. “His credentials seem genuine, and he claims he knew nothing about Deanna Lewis’s reasons for taking on the job of photographing the castle. But he says she was the one who pitched the idea to him, and the portfolio she showed him of her freelance work was impressive. Her résumé checked out.”

      “When Arbogast first approached Adair and Vi, I ran a thorough background check on him,” Daryl said. “I should have dug deeper on Deanna Lewis, but my impression was the same as Arbogast’s. There was nothing there to raise any alarm. I have someone working on her now.”

      A hissing noise from the grill made Duncan glance back at his steaks. “Whoever Deanna was referring to and talking to on her cell has to be connected to both her and the sapphires. She told Piper that they were given to their family, and that Eleanor stole them. I’ve called Cam. He and Adair, along with A.D. and my mother, have been visiting the Campbell estate. It may be that Deanna Lewis is a descendent of the Campbell family, or she may believe she is. The story that’s been passed down is that Angus stole his bride.”

      “So, some descendent of the Campbell family might believe that she had no right to the dowry and therefore stole them?” Skinner asked.

      “That’s one theory.” Duncan sipped his beer. “Cam’s going to see what he can find out. Deanna also claimed that the sapphires weren’t Eleanor’s dowry. If not, how did she come into possession of them? My mom is already trying to trace how the jewels made their way from Mary Stuart’s coronation to Eleanor Campbell MacPherson.”

      “In the meantime, the state police are tracing the calls on Lewis’s phone, and the trauma center will let you know the moment she regains consciousness,” Skinner said. “The bad news is that due to the severity of her injury, that may not happen anytime soon. She’s slipped into a coma.”

      Which meant that Deanna was a temporary dead end when it came to information. Duncan flipped the steaks. “There’s still someone out there who is after Eleanor’s dowry.”

      “Any ideas about him or her?” Skinner asked. “You’re the profiler.”

      “I’m thinking, I’m hoping, that Deanna’s partner is more rational,” Duncan said. “Whoever decided that Eleanor must have hidden the sapphires had the same basic idea that I did. The plan to search the library for some clue to the location of the jewels is exactly where I might have begun. And he was patient. Deanna wasn’t. But until we track that person down, we can’t be sure any of the MacPherson women are safe.”

      “They’re going to be as safe as we can make them. And we may have answers soon.” Daryl put a hand on Duncan’s shoulder. “In the meantime you and Piper have taken a dangerous serial killer off the street, you’ve captured one of the persons who was sneaking into the library, and you’ve found the second of Eleanor’s earrings. Any one of those things is worth a good steak any day. Even if we have to eventually wash it down with champagne.”

      “I can drink to that,” Skinner said. The three men raised their bottles in a toast.

      PIPER THOUGHT THE MEAL WOULD never end. Not that she didn’t enjoy the steak and the champagne. It was just that since they’d come back from the cave, she hadn’t had a moment to think or to plan. Or to talk to Duncan.

      There’d been so many people, asking so many questions—first the state police, then the FBI. Her cell phone vibrated just as Daryl leaned over to top off her champagne. Reporters had been bothering her all afternoon, but she’d let them all go to voice mail. She glanced at the caller ID—Abe Monticello. Rising, she said, “I have to take this.” Then she walked out onto the patio. If Richard Starkweather was using Abe’s cell phone again, she was going to—

      “Piper. The story’s just breaking on the news here in D.C. Thanks to you, Patrick Lightman is going back to jail. Are you all right?”

      Not Richard, but Abe.

      “I’m fine. What do you mean thanks to me?”

      “The FBI has released an official statement that you were instrumental in the arrest, and that he was trying to abduct you when you took him out with a rock. You’re a heroine. Don’t you watch TV up there?”

      She turned back to stare at Duncan. “We’ve been busy.” Especially Duncan, she suspected.

      “I need you back here in the office on Monday. Now that you’re out of danger, I want you to take over second chair on the Bronwell trial. Richard can’t seem to do anything with the files you left him. Will you come back?”

      “Yes,” she said. “But there’s something I have to take care of right now.”

      Then