Johnson said, "The newspaper said nothing about a murder. They said Mr. Dugan was found in a bayou." He thumped his head. "I should have known we couldn't be so lucky as to have him simply die."
I realized I was hanging on to the necklace for dear life. "Why did you have this, Estelle?"
"Because you searched her room and missed this. We worried you'd come back, or the policeman would do his own search. JoLynn had hidden it in a pocket near the head of the bed."
I looked at Johnson. "You thought that somehow I or Chief Boyd could trace this necklace back to you?"
"As I said, you are a very good investigator. We didn't know what you might be able to learn from it. I have foolishly sold similar pieces when we needed money. Like a painting, some jewelry tells much about the creator. I didn't want you to track me through my work."
"This is important to JoLynn," I said. "Why not put it back where you found it, Estelle?"
Johnson said, "I see you care very much about my daughter. It's in your eyes. Please help us protect her. Please keep our secrets."
"For now, I will. But if you've lied to me and I find out you had anything to do with Kent Dugan's death, all bets are off. He wasn't a good man, but he didn't deserve to be murdered."
Johnson said, "Then all bets are on. Thank you for helping my daughter. Thank you a million times." He took out a pocketknife and cut off the cuffs. Then he handed me my gun.
30
A gun is a threat and there was no reason to threaten these people any more than they had already been threatened—by the murder of Johnson's wife, by the note left on her body, by having to live in the shadows, maybe forever. Their secrets felt heavy, their trust in me a burden. I didn't know what I would do with this information and that thought alone started eating away at my very empty stomach immediately.
By the time Estelle and I got in my car to drive back to the ranch, it was already dark. I was thirsty and hungry, but because we were supposed to be out seeing the sights and having dinner, I didn't think I'd be eating anytime soon.
"Are you sure you never saw Dugan talk to anyone in the family?" I said.
"I am certain. Since I get around to all the houses on the ranch—I'm Eva's slave and get to clean all of them— I'd be the one to see something."
"All the houses?" I said. "Who does that include?"
"You've been to Simone's place—well, her stepfather and her mother's place. Scott lives about a half mile away. He's easy to clean for, since he spends most of his time at the big house. Matthew and Piper have just torn down his old home and are rebuilding, so I don't have to clean for those snobs, thank God. Ian's on the far side of the property. He and Adele don't get along, so it's probably a good thing he's a couple miles away."
"This ranch covers two miles?" I said.
"At least," she said.
"Wow. And they make you clean all those houses by yourself?"
"Yup. But Mr. Richter pays me better than anyone I've ever worked for and Eva takes care of the big house aside from making the beds and cleaning the bathrooms. She thinks someone might break one of his crystal vases or steal him blind, I guess."
"You live in the house?"
"Yes. But not for long. I'll have to leave now. I loved being so close to my cousin, even if I couldn't tell her who I was. Mr. Richter will take good care of her—that is, if you let him. He truly loves her."
I shifted my gaze to her profile as we bumped along on the gravel road toward the ranch house. "I hope that's how this all turns out. She deserves a family." And this made me wonder why my sister hadn't called. She'd be anxious to leave for Houston. After all, clients would be at her door early tomorrow and she tried to be in bed by ten if she had to work the next day.
"My cell's in my bag," I said. "Could you check the battery?"
"Your battery is fine. I turned your phone off before we talked. Do you want me to turn it back on?"
"Um, yes, please," I said, once again annoyed at how they had completely invaded my personal space. Even though I understood their reasons, I was still irritated.
"We have to walk into the house like we've become friends," Estelle said. "Can you do that?" I heard the sound of my phone powering up.
"I don't know a damn thing about Pineview, so you better give me details. And I need to know about our imaginary dinner. Where did we eat?"
On the short drive, she told me a little about the town and we agreed that we'd stopped at the Sonic drive-in and binged on fast food and shakes. God, how I wished this were true. Then I took my cell from her. I had three messages. They were all from Kate asking me to call her. By the third one, she sounded worried, saying she didn't know where I was.
I parked the Camry alongside Cooper's truck—three other vehicles sat in the driveway, too—and as we walked toward the house, I said, "If you left a note, then why is my sister calling me and sounding so worried?"
"I don't know," whispered Estelle.
We'd reached the door and it opened before Estelle could use her key.
Cooper and Kate greeted us, relief written on my sister's face. She said, "Where have you been? Cooper has a patrol car out looking for you."
"You didn't get the note?" I forced myself not to glance Estelle's way.
They backed up so we could enter and we walked into the foyer.
"What note?" Elliott Richter called. He was in the formal living area to the left and seemed out of place in his jeans and Western shirt. Adele looked right at home, though, as did Leopold, Scott and Matthew.
Estelle spoke up, thank God. "I left a note, sir. When no one was home yet, Miss Rose mentioned she'd never seen the town. I told her I could show her around. I knew Otto and Eva would be here to fix dinner."
Richter's glance traveled around the room. "Anyone see a note?"
Lots of negative headshakes and I wondered if Estelle was lying. Maybe Johnson told her to leave a note and she forgot.
Cooper was on his cell calling off the search party and Kate was looking me up and down. "You're all sweaty, Abby . . . and look at all those mosquito bites on your legs."
"Those skeetos are out in droves. We checked out the property, too. Walked into the woods. The ranch goes on for miles," I said.
"May I go now?" Estelle said to Richter.
"You've eaten?" he said. "Otto prepared a delicious pork roast with oven potatoes."
Estelle started to speak, but I beat her to it. "No, we haven't eaten. Guess we lost track of time." No note meant no written evidence about dinner together. And my mouth was watering at the mere mention of pork roast.
"Then follow me. You both should fix a plate." He started down the hall to the kitchen with Estelle, and I grabbed Kate's hand and told her to come, too.
"Cooper and I ate in town. Isn't it a darling little place?" she said.
"I love the town square." I kept my eyes straight ahead. No one could read my lies better than Kate.
Then I heard Cooper call, "The posse has gone back to the police station. Where y'all going?"
Kate waited for him to catch up and I was hoping his presence would distract her from asking me more questions. I sure hadn't heard a word from her yet about heading for home.
The huge professional-style kitchen had a large preparation island in the center with stools lined on one side.
Richter said, "Otto's worked hard enough today. I can probably feed you two without his help. Chief? Kate? Can I offer you anything?"
"Just water for me," Kate said. "I can get it myself if you point me to the glasses."
Soon Kate, Estelle and I had tumblers of ice water, and Cooper was helping Richter pull leftovers from the stainless steel refrigerator.