Liar's Key by Carla Neggers

Author:Carla Neggers
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MIRA
Published: 2016-08-29T04:00:00+00:00

13

Emma awoke thinking Colin was next to her. She swore she could feel his weight on the bed, but that wasn’t possible. For one thing, she was in the guest room, not the master bedroom down the hall. Her idea, given their upcoming wedding.

She turned over onto her back and meditated—or tried to. Life with a certain undercover agent hadn’t had a positive effect on her meditating abilities.

As if to prove her point, her phone buzzed with a text from him. Awake?

She smiled. Yes. Where are you?

Dublin Airport.

She glanced at the time. Five in the morning. It would be 10:00 a.m. in Dublin. With Mary Bracken?

Yes. Home soon.

Be safe.

Emma set her phone on the bedside table. She could get up and go for a run, or she could head to Hurley’s for breakfast. It opened early for the lobstermen.

“Or I could do both,” she said, throwing back the covers.

She opened the bedroom’s small closet to its meager contents. She hadn’t moved many of her clothes to Rock Point and had opted against storing anything of hers in the master bedroom. Not yet, at least. That still felt like Colin’s space, and, as a practical matter, it would take some serious work to sort through what stayed or went to make room for anything of hers.

And it would take both of them.

She decided against a run and chose a skirt that would see her through the day, including lunch with Colin’s mother. Ten minutes later, she was dressed and in the kitchen, sighing at the contents of his refrigerator. Since she hadn’t gone shopping, the shelves were as barren as they’d been last night. Hurley’s definitely was the best option.

She needed coffee and a game plan. She’d stayed up late after walking back to the house with Fin Bracken and did some research into Gordy’s last months on the job. He’d looked into fraudulent antiquities—outright fakes—that had landed up with a New York dealer and used it as an excuse to dig deeper, obviously with the hope he’d unravel a larger network involving terrorists and terrorist funding. Officially, the investigation had withered and died. But Gordy’s notes were vague and, she now knew, incomplete.

Whatever he was up to now, there was no suggestion he’d left behind anything that would have haunted him into retirement—or anything involving antiquities of any description and none involving the Deverells or Sharpe Fine Art Recovery.

He hadn’t been forthcoming then and he wasn’t being forthcoming now.

Emma felt her frustration mount, as it had last night, in part, she knew, because of Gordy’s relationship with her and her family, her grandfather in particular. She’d also checked in with Yank last night. He’d sounded as frustrated as she was.

She went into the front room. The fireplace was cold, unlit since late winter. Evenings were still often cool enough for a fire, but she hadn’t bothered on her occasional visits during Colin’s frequent absences. He’d only been here a few times since February to light one himself.

Emma fingered a book he’d been reading and had left on a table by the fireplace.

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