Stars Collide by Janice Thompson

Author:Janice Thompson [Thompson, Janice]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: cookie429, Extratorrents, Kat
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2011-08-19T07:05:52+00:00

13

Hart to Hart

On Saturday morning I called Scott and asked him to come by the house, offering the promise of Carolina’s sweet rolls and hot coffee. He arrived in record time. I greeted him at the door with a kiss, which brought an immediate smile to his face.

“That was worth the drive.”

I gave him another kiss then whispered, “That’s to make up for the fact that you’ll have a long drive home later. And then the drive back again to bring your parents over for dinner tonight.”

Scott chuckled. “Thanks. I needed that.” Then he gave me a curious look. “So what’s up? Just a breakfast invitation, or do you have something up your sleeve? You sounded a little suspicious on the phone.”

“Yeah, I guess I am up to something. A covert operation, if you will.” I narrowed my eyes in an attempt to make myself look mysterious. Not that I really needed to pretend. I did have something up my sleeve.

He quirked a brow. “Covert operation? Intriguing. Have you been watching CSI again, by any chance?”

I laughed. “No. But I do need your help with something while Grandma’s shopping with Carolina.”

“And what would that be?”

“I want to do a little snooping while they’re gone. They’ll be back in less than an hour, so we’ve got to hurry.”

“Okay, but what do you mean by snooping?” He shrugged. “Your grandmother’s life is an open book. Just look at the walls and you’ll find out everything you need to know about Lenora Worth.” He gestured to the many photos. “And what you can’t find on the walls, you’ll find on the web. When you’re in the public eye, it’s all out there for everyone to see.”

“Not always.” I shook my head. “There’s something else going on here, Scott. I’ve known for days there’s more to her story, and I’ve got a suspicion she’s hiding something.”

“Hiding something?” He leaned down and whispered, “Like . . . in a safe? In the wall? Are we going to blow something up?”

“Hope not.” I laughed. “But something my grandmother said triggered a memory. She keeps this trunk in her bedroom. It’s one of those old steamer trunks. Probably came over from Europe in the 1700s.”

“Wow. She really does hang on to things from the past.”

“Well, don’t be too impressed. I think she bought it at an auction when she was my age. Anyway, it sits at the foot of her bed. I tried to open it once as a kid and she came unglued.”

“Probably just stuff she didn’t want you to break.”

“No, it’s got to be more than that. A few days ago, I heard her say something about the key.”

“The key?”

“Yes, she keeps it locked. But I know where the key is.” I walked over to the buffet and opened the smallest drawer. Reaching inside, I came out with a tiny skeleton key. “Right here.”

“Ah.” He pursed his lips. “And you’ve got your mind made up to do a little breaking and entering?”

For a moment I paused to think about how this must look to him.

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