Ladd Fortune by Dianne Venetta

Author:Dianne Venetta
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, suspense, drama, mystery, family saga, series, tennessee, ladd springs

Per Clem’s instructions, Jeremiah returned to the jailhouse the next day, nursing a mild hangover after a night out with the old gang, anxious to discover whether or not Clem had anything real on Delaney. He said he knew a secret. Was it possible it was something big?

Waiting at the walled cubicle, Jeremiah looked around him. A girl sat pressed to the window, as though she could move through the glass and make out with her man. Another guy seemed to be talking to his mother. She was upset, he was asking for money, probably asking the old woman to put her house up for bond.

As Clem emerged from the back and ambled up to the window, Jeremiah centered on him. In reality, there was only one jailbird he was interested in. Yesterday Clem sounded like he really hated Delaney. It could have something to do with why he kidnapped her, but Jeremiah had yet to uncover that dirty little morsel of information. Would it be something he could use against her? Something that would help him take the property from her and Felicity? His father had signed over a life estate deed. Jeremiah didn’t know anything about deeds, life estate or otherwise. All he knew is that it had to be overturned. A lawyer pal of his in Atlanta said it was doable. He only needed a reason.

“Sweeney,” he said, impatient to begin.

Clem sat and bent forward, a quick smile forming on his lips. “So, you still wantin’ to get after Delaney?”

“I am.”

“Okay.” He glanced from side to side, as though checking for eavesdroppers. As if anybody cared what Clem Sweeney had to say.

“What’s the deal?” Jeremiah asked.

“Come here,” Clem muttered harshly. “Closer.”

Jeremiah didn’t like anyone barking orders at him. “Why?”

“Cause nobody can hear what I’m about to tell you.”

Jeremiah doubted anything Clem had to say was that important, but obliged.

“But before I say a thing”—his mouth twitched like a rat—“I need to know what’s in it for me.”

“Revenge,” Jeremiah replied evenly. “Isn’t that what you said you wanted?”

“I want more than revenge. I want out of jail.” Clem swiped a glance to his side.

“I don’t even know why you’re in jail.”

“A phony kidnapping charge, that’s why.”

Jeremiah pretended surprise and, raising a brow, eased away from the window. “I can’t help you with that, brother.”

“Yes, you can. You got money.” Clem eyed the expensive shirt Jeremiah was wearing, looked at the watch on his wrist. Jeremiah realized he was making an inventory of his wardrobe. “I need money to make bail.”

“How much?” Jeremiah asked.

“Ten thousand.”

Jeremiah blew out a low whistle. “That’s a chunk of change.” He pushed his chair back. “Sorry, but I can’t help you.”

“Yes, you can. I got a friend who works as a bondsman. He can help you.”

“I can’t. I don’t have that kind of money.”

Clem swept the surroundings with a guarded look and waggled his finger for Jeremiah to return to the window.

Growing tired of Clem’s stalling tactics, Jeremiah leaned over and clipped, “What?”

“There’s gold in Ladd Springs.

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