10 books by Elizabeth Lowell by Elizabeth Lowell

Author:Elizabeth Lowell [Lowell, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romantic Suspense
ISBN: 9780380974054
Google: LVXQ9z_RersC
Amazon: B0073SPAK2
Barnesnoble: B0073SPAK2
Goodreads: 156570
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2000-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Pasadena Sunday afternoon

Chapter 53

Dottie and Brody stared at their daughter.

"What on earth?" Dottie asked sharply.

"Sorry," Lacey said, wincing. "I didn't mean to just plop it out like that. But you remember the paintings Grandfather did of death by fire, by auto wreck, and by drowning?"

"No," Dottie said, appalled. "Which ones?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Brody said impatiently. "Landscapes, yes, sure, hundreds of them. But nothing like murder. This is really too much, Lacey. Why do you insist on upsetting your mother?"

"Hell," Lacey said under her breath. Then, to Ian. "I knew we should have brought some with us."

"The sheriff would have, urn, plotzed," Ian said dryly. "That's why I took the photos instead."

He stood up and went to the table where he had set aside his small computer. He turned it on, called up the electronic files, and carried the computer back to the coffee table, where everyone could see the screen. "What is it?" Brody asked. "A fire?"

"A car accident," Lacey said. "It happened on Savoy Ranch at a place called Cross Country Canyon."

"I ran the license plate I found just to be sure," Ian said. "I was right. Three Savoy died in the wreck."

Brody shot a narrow look at Ian. "Are you saying it was murder?"

"Alcohol, according to the authorities," Ian said. "Apparently, Three liked to get ripped and then race around the ranch in his old hot rod."

Dottie started to speak, then closed her mouth and looked away from the screen.

"What is it?" Ian asked.

"Nothing," Dottie said.

"Nothing is what we have," Ian said. "What we need is information."

"Oh, just old gossip," she said, waving her hand. "My mother's sister married a Moreno County developer. She mentioned something . . ." Dottie frowned, then shook her head. "I can't remember. Just the fact that there was gossip. Go on. It will come back to me sooner or later."

Without saying anything, Ian clicked through the other wreck paintings. Brody and Dottie looked baffled.

"Why would he paint so many?" Dottie asked after a moment.

"We were wondering the same thing," Ian said. Then, to Brody, "Was your father big on the Savoy-Forrest family?"

"I don't understand," Brody said.

"Was he a fan, a groupie, an enthusiast?" Ian asked. "Did he follow the society pages or clip out pictures or talk about the family a lot?"

"Not to me." Brody looked at Lacey. "How about you? You spent more time with him than anyone."

"Not one word," she said simply. "He never talked about Moreno County, either. In fact, until Susa identified some of the paintings as depicting the ranch, I thought that he'd only painted in San Diego and the desert and Santa Barbara, with a few side trips to L.A. and San Francisco. Which, come to think of it, is odd."

"San Francisco or L.A.?" Ian asked. "What's odd about that, the fact that they're cities?"

Lacey shook her head. "I meant it's odd that he never painted or talked about painting on Savoy Ranch. It had, and still has, a lot of cachet with the gallery set.

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