Shadowed by Grace by Cara Putman

Author:Cara Putman [Putman, Cara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Historical, Religious, Christian, General, Christian Historical Fiction
ISBN: 9781433681783
Google: nj9kAgAAQBAJ
Amazon: 1433681781
Barnesnoble: 1433681781
Publisher: B&H Books
Published: 2014-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

June 11

Scott pushed his foot to the floorboard. If he were driving, they’d be at HQ instead of twenty minutes late. Rachel had slowed everything down with her preparations and then the argument over breakfast. Now the general would be furious when Scott got everyone to headquarters later than the seven o’clock appointment. How was he supposed to gain the general’s trust and cooperation when he couldn’t get two people organized enough to show up on time? Scott’s thoughts raced as the jeep inched toward the church and the general.

Scott could think of two men who could have sketched the drawings. The idea that Rachel had Mario Armati or Renaldo Adamo’s sketchbook in her possession had him twisted in all sorts of directions. A corner of his mind admitted it could be someone else’s, but he didn’t think so.

How on earth had she acquired it? From all he’d picked up, she appreciated art more than the average person, but that didn’t explain the book. As he’d studied it into the night, it dawned on him the sketches formed the foundation for a few of the paintings he’d coaxed across the Atlantic for Renaldo’s exhibition. Renaldo had hesitated to send those scenes because he insisted they were his favorites.

Did Rachel’s mother have something to do with that?

And if the paintings were precious to Renaldo, was the journal also valuable to him? If it was, he wouldn’t have parted with it willingly.

Then there was Mario. The man had painted in the modern slashes of color when Scott knew him in Rome. But his style could have evolved since the early twenties. Many painters did over their careers.

The jeep lurched, almost stopping as it sputtered. Scott felt a growl building. “Come on.”

“Cool down, Lieutenant.” Tyler thrummed a beat against the steering wheel. “I’ll get you there in a jiff.”

Scott gritted his teeth and pushed harder against the passenger floorboard. If he had the gas pedal and steering wheel, he’d get them there faster than Tyler moved this morning. “We’ll still be late.”

“You mean, you’ll be late. The general didn’t ask me.”

Scott snorted but kept his mouth shut. In the foul mood he was in, he’d make matters worse. God, help me. All I can think about is that book. How did she get it? He needed to be alert as he headed into the meeting.

Would Rachel lie to him about the book? Was it something she found in Naples or her short stop in Rome? Many soldiers and civilians were collecting items to ship home as presents or keep as souvenirs. So why create a story about her mom?

Any way he looked at it, he couldn’t shake the idea the sketchbook was Renaldo Adamo’s or Mario Armati’s. Renaldo had a distinct flair for capturing the feminine form that was clear in the lines of the featured woman. Add in the fact that Scott would vouch on a stack of Bibles that one sketch was made on Armati’s family property, and it cinched his conclusion.

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