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Most people wouldn’t tie all those events together, but most people didn’t know Dylan the way she did. Sometimes—she wouldn’t swear on a bible or anything—but sometimes she felt absolutely sure that she could read his mind. And that he could read hers. More than that, she felt his pain. Not to the degree he felt it, but it was there. A dull ache that told her Dylan was in trouble. It didn’t seem to matter how far away he was, she always knew.
The ache was strong tonight. She wasn’t at all sure he should have taken the case. If he failed…
And even if he didn’t, the outcome was probably going to devastate him. The odds of Julie being alive after seven months were slim.
Dylan shoved some food around on his plate. She reached over and touched his hand. Startled, he looked at her.
“It’s going to be okay,” she whispered.
“I don’t know.”
“I do. Because you’re going to do everything possible. You’re the best man for the job and there’s not going to be one stone left unturned. If anyone on earth can find her, it’s you.”
He nodded slowly, unconvinced, she thought.
“Little brother.”
The appellation always made him smile. Eight minutes didn’t make him her “little” anything. But his smile failed to appear this time.
“Dylan, I know it’s hard, but for Dad’s sake, try. Eat something, just a little. Smile, even if you don’t mean it.”
He sighed. “I am pretty good at appearing to be something I’m not. And right now that means being in the mood to celebrate.”
“After dinner, why don’t we sit down and talk about what we know so far, and what’s next.”
He smiled, and damned if she didn’t believe the transformation. “Good idea, Lily.” He ate some steak, drank some iced tea, laughed at something Ashley said.
But the ache was still heavy in Lily’s chest. The ache that told her Dylan was dying inside.
CHAPTER TWO
LILY’S FIRST VIEW of Eve Bishop’s mansion came after almost a mile of winding road, flanked on each side with huge chinquapin oaks she’d give a pretty penny to see in the fall. The trees cast shimmering shadows on the road and her car in a windblown ballet.
The house itself was equally awe inspiring. Two-story Victorian, it was registered with the historic society as one of the original German mansions built in the late 1800s. As she drove closer, Lily could see the facade wasn’t quite up to snuff. It needed paint and the garden was overgrown. But then Eve was in her seventies, and Lily had grown increasingly alarmed over the woman’s frail health.
She’d met Eve while volunteering for the Texas Fund for Children, a large charitable organization that provided funding for a children’s hospital and rehabilitative center, staff for the two largest orphanages in the state and many other educational and health programs. The whole shebang had been started by Eve and her late husband, and Eve had worked hands-on to build the foundation for over twenty years.
Lily parked the car in the circular drive and stepped out into the brutal July sun. With a high in the hundreds and the air thick with humidity, it wasn’t a pleasant place to dawdle. But she did. She lingered in the garden for a moment, her mind’s eye seeing what the grounds were meant to be when tended properly.
At the massive front door, she hesitated once more. Eve had asked her to come by, but had been quite mysterious about her reasons. Lily hoped it wasn’t because she was ill. Aside from admiring Eve for her philanthropy, she liked the woman very much and considered her a real friend.
She rang the doorbell, hearing its echo inside, then waited. The house was so large, easily ten thousand square feet, that unless Eve had help, it was going to take her a while to get to the door. To Lily’s surprise it was opened almost immediately by a young woman with a welcoming smile.
“I’m Lily Garrett. Here to see Eve.”
“She’s expecting you,” the woman said as she pulled the door open further. She was in her twenties, Lily guessed, and of Hispanic heritage. Her dark hair had been pinned up, and she wore shorts and a T-shirt, completing the ensemble with bare feet.
“Please, come this way.” Her accent was slight, lilting. She led Lily through the broad foyer, her bare soles slapping the white marble floor, then stopped at a door just a few feet down the hallway. She knocked twice but didn’t wait for a response. Lily nodded her thanks as she stepped inside.
The room captivated her instantly. Very Victorian in style, decorated in different hues of pink and white, it was made perfect by the elegant tea cart holding a silver service. Eve sat on an overstuffed chair, her petite body dwarfed by the chair’s velvet wings.
“Lily. I’ve made tea.”
“I see. It looks wonderful.”
Eve patted the cushion of the love seat next to her chair. “Come. And tell me if you prefer milk or lemon.”
“Milk, I think.”
For the next few moments, Eve went through the slow ritual of afternoon tea, complete with tiny crustless watercress sandwiches, pink petits fours with icing that matched the color of the walls exactly, and little lumps of sugar doled out with silver tongs.
Lily took advantage of the lull to study the decor. Lush bouquets of fresh flowers were on the mantel and an end table. A white upright piano was the centerpiece of the far wall, and a brick fireplace flanked by bookshelves did the honors on the wall to her left. Antique dolls stared wide-eyed from various perches throughout the room, their bright curls adding a bit of life to the old-fashioned library.
Above the fireplace was a portrait, and Lily knew instantly that it was of Eve. She’d been much younger then, her now silver curls a deep coppery red. Her skin was smooth, her long neck arched and coy. The artist had captured her spirit, especially in her eyes. But the vivid blue in the picture had faded on the older woman.
Eve handed Lily a plate and a teacup, waited for her to take a sip, then sighed.
“What is it, Eve? Is something wrong?”
The old woman’s hand trembled as she put her cup on the tea cart. “Several things, in fact.”
“Is there something I can do?”
“I dearly hope so.”
Lily took another sip of tea, but she hardly tasted it, her curiosity was so great.
“The simple fact is that I’m dying.”
Lily nearly dropped her cup at the stark words. “Oh, no. Please, not that.”
Eve nodded. “I don’t mind very much. Honestly. I’ve had a rich and full life. My days now are mostly about pain, feeling it, treating it, ignoring it. My hands have become traitors and my eyes, well, maybe it’s not so terrible to see the world in shadow.”
“Is it really that bad?”
“Sometimes. But nothing hurts as much as the heaviness in my heart. And that’s why I’ve called you.”
“How can I help?”
Eve leaned back in her chair as if the effort of sitting upright had become too much for her. “I have a grandson.”
“You’ve never mentioned him.”
“I haven’t. Because I haven’t seen him in five years. I haven’t spoken to him or heard about him. My son, his father, died four months ago. He had a heart attack. He hadn’t spoken to Cole in five years, either.”
“Why?”
“That’s not important,” she said, her brow furrowed with the effort of the conversation. “What is important is that I see my grandson before I die. I won’t be able to rest until I do. Can you understand?”
“Of course. You love him.”
“More than he’ll ever know.”
“Do you know where he lives?”
She shook her head slowly. “The last I heard, he was in Houston. But that probably isn’t where he is now.”
“Do you have any idea what he does?”
“No. Business, perhaps ranching. I don’t know.”
“I see.”
“You don’t. But you don’t have to. Lily, I trust you. I know you’ll bring him back. I’ll pay twice your normal fee if you’ll abandon all other cases to concentrate on this one.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I don’t have to do anything. But I’m a rich old woman whose shopping sprees are over.”
Lily had no intention of arguing with her. She’d send an appropriate bill when the job was done. If, in fact, it ended satisfactorily. “I’d like to take this job, Eve, but I have to make something clear. I won’t bring him back against his will. We reunite families that want to be reunited.”
“Fine. Then I’ll trust you to make him want to come home.”
“Fair enough. I’ll do my best.”
“I know that, Lily. That’s why I called you. I’ve done a little research of my own. I’m impressed with this new company of yours. But believe me when I say it was only because I’d met you and seen how you operate that I considered hiring you. Finding my grandson is the most important thing in my life. And that life, if one believes the doctors, will end in approximately six months.”
“Please don’t say that. Anything can happen. Miracles.”
Eve’s smile changed her face. The beauty of the portrait was still there despite the ravagement of years. “There are no miracles. Only things to regret. I don’t want to go that way, you see. I don’t want to die with this terrible regret.”
“I do understand, Eve. I do.”
Eve’s pale-blue gaze met Lily’s and held it steady. The determination there was like steel. “Find him. Do whatever you have to do to bring him home. He’s my only heir. He’ll inherit it all. Make sure he understands that.”
Lily nodded.
“Now drink your tea. It’s probably cold by now.”
MAX SANTANA yearned for a shower. A long, cold one. Riding out to the far pasture hadn’t bothered him, but hauling that big mother cow out of a muddy bog had worn him to the bone. It was the heat. Normally San Antonio was in the high eighties this time in July. But a heat wave had settled across the state, shooting the temperature and the humidity to record levels.
He loved everything about this place except the high heat. Days like this, he had to keep his mind occupied on cool things. Iced tea. Snow. A long swim in a chilly pool.
The only thing Max wanted more than a dip in the pool was a woman.
As he rounded the corner of the big house, he bumped into something soft and sweet. Lily.
“Hey, Max.”
“Sorry about that.”
She waved the small accident away.
Lily was a woman all right, but to him she was practically a sister. What he needed was a stranger with loose morals. Yes, indeed. But he’d think about that in the shower. “Dylan’s looking for you.”
“Pardon?”
“You know. Your brother. He’s looking for you.”
“I’ve been out.” She sounded distracted, her voice was softer than normal. And she hadn’t smiled once.
“What’s wrong?”
She didn’t answer him.
“It’s not that son of a bitch Jason Gill, is it? ‘Cause I know where he lives and I’ve got vacation time coming.”
“No, no. It’s nothing like that.”
He folded his arms across his chest and frowned at her. He wanted to look down his nose at her, but with her being five foot nine and him six-one, his scowl wasn’t nearly as effective as it should have been. The more he studied her, the more he knew something was wrong. Lily had her hair up in some sort of tortoiseshell contraption, but a long strand had escaped captivity and hung down past the middle of her back. Lily didn’t miss things like that unless she was preoccupied or worried.
“Max, calm down. It’s a new case, that’s all.”
“What kind of case?”
“I need to find a missing heir.”
He grinned. “How much is at stake? I could sure use an inheritance.”
“You could, huh? And what would you do with your millions, Mr. Santana?”
“I’d buy the O’Neill place.”
She smiled, finally. “You are the most predictable man. So why don’t you tell me where my little brother is?”
“He’s in the office, and I’m going to tell him you called him that.”
“You do, and I’ll tell that O’Neill girl you’ve got the hots for her.” The O’Neill girl was about fifty, and ornery as hell.
“Lily, don’t threaten me. You know I can be vindictive as hell.”
She slugged him in the shoulder, and for a skinny girl like her, she made it hurt. “You don’t have a vindictive bone in your body. But you sure need a shower.” She waved her hand in front of her nose and made a face at him. “You smell like wet cow.”
He grunted, then headed off again. After his shower, he’d dive in the pool so fast he’d hardly feel the splash. Oh, yeah.
DYLAN WAS IN the makeshift office, actually a spare bedroom in the old part of the house. They’d moved in two desks and a filing cabinet, then loaded the place with electronic equipment: fax, computers, printers, phones, scanner, all of which would be transferred to the upstairs offices as soon as they were ready. For an interim space, the bedroom wasn’t bad. Just small.
Lily put her purse in her bottom drawer then waited while Dylan finished his phone call. From his tone, she gathered it was business, and as she shamelessly eavesdropped, she realized he was talking to Bill Richardson, one of the homicide detectives working on Julie Cooper’s case.
