Trail to Justice by Terrell L. Bowers

Author:Terrell L. Bowers [Bowers, Terrell L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-08-14T19:43:00+00:00

Spence heard something outside his hotel room and suddenly sat upright in his bed. He reached instinctively for the gun he'd placed on the nightstand.

"Who is it?"

"Me," a very small voice said through the door. "I have to talk to you."

Fumbling to turn up the lamp, Spence hurried over to open the door. A barefoot Cassie scooted through at once, a shawl over her head and shoulders.

"What on earth is it, Miss Mattlock?"

She put a finger to her lips to hush him. He stuck his head out the door and saw a man coming down the hall. Spence calmly closed the door. The man kept walking to a room farther down the hall.

"It's all right," Spence assured the girl. "That man is staying here at the hotel. He's some sort of drummer."

Cassie removed her shawl, placing it over the rail at the foot of the bed. She was out of breath, evidently from running to the hotel from the Bally house.

"What are you doing here? And why don't you even have your shoes on?"

"I didn't think about shoes," she admitted meekly. "I-when I discovered this with the things you brought me..." She pulled out a small flint arrowhead and thin chain from her pocket. "Where did you get it?"

"From your ranch. It was on the floor among some of the trash that had been strewn around. It was together with some of your other things. It didn't look valuable, but I thought that it might be a keepsake of some kind."

"It was," she said firmly. "But not mine. My stepbrother was crazy about it. As a boy, it was the dearest possession he owned."

Spence frowned. "Maybe he outgrew the attachment."

"No. He often wore it for good luck. He wouldn't have left it behind... not in a hundred years!"

Spence waited until Cassie had seated her self on the edge of his bed. Then he moved over to sit down next to her.

"You know what you're implying, don't you?"

"Alvin wouldn't have left without his goodluck piece, Mr. Kane. I'm sure of it."

"Where was your father buried?" Spence asked.

"At the family cemetery, behind the house."

"And Jerrod?"

She looked a bit perplexed by his line of questioning. "Here in town. Why?"

"How many graves behind your house?"

"Ma, Pa, my stepma, Grandma, and an uncle."

"There were six graves there today, Miss Mattlock. You're quite certain of the number?"

She swallowed. "Grandpa was killed during the Ute war. There was no marker put up for him in the family cemetery. There should be five graves!"

"Perhaps Alvin didn't sell you out after all, then."

Cassie's eyes were wide, her mouth open, but she couldn't speak.

"I think that Alvin is that sixth grave, Miss Mattlock. If you give me permission, I'll look into it."

"B-but the place isn't mine."

"You are my client. If this case turns into murder, I won't just be defending you, I'll be representing you. We need to know who's in that grave. If it is Alvin, you'll be in great danger."

"Me?" she said. "It's you, Mr. Kane. You would be the target.

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