Red Gold Bridge by Patrice Sarath

Author:Patrice Sarath [Patrice Sarath]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: PENGUIN group
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Garson, Lynn thought on the drive home. She had the windows down, letting the cool air in to clear her head and put her thoughts in order. That’s why he came by the farm and wanted to buy it; he knew there was a fortune somewhere on the property. He knew it was there because Mark had brought it over from Aeritan as payment for the guns he was getting from Garson. So how had Lady Sarita retrieved it?

If she went to Garson and demanded answers, he would know she found the dowry and the gun. And if he knew it was somewhere at Hunter’s Chase, he would never rest till he got it back. He wouldn’t give up so easily, even though she had kicked him out on his last visit. He’d keep trying.

And Mrs. Felz was there alone. Lynn sped up, taking the narrow country lanes as fast as she could. Damn Garson, she thought. If Mark was right and there was oil in Aeritan, he wasn’t about to just let all that go away. He was probably trying to open the gordath again. But Joe and Arrim were there to stop it.

Except there was the case of Red Bird. Why hadn’t Joe and Arrim stopped the horse from coming through the woods? What if they couldn’t? Maybe something prevented them from keeping the gordath closed. Was Lord Tharp up to his old tricks again? But Lady Sarita wouldn’t let him. She wanted the gordath to stay closed. That’s why she went back. Unless—what if she were regretting her decision to go home?

The tires squealed as Lynn took the turn to Hunter’s Chase too fast, and her little car fishtailed. As she fought for control of the car, out of the corner of her eye she caught the odd sight of several men walking along the side of the road. They were bearded and scruffy, clothes and faces showing they had seen better days. They were definitely not from around here. She toyed for a moment with the idea of calling the police, but the thought was distasteful. Poor or not, scruffy or not, these guys had the right to walk along a public road.

She had bigger problems, anyway. There might not be any earthquakes this time, but it looked like the gordath was open, and Mike Garson was nosing around after Lady Sarita’s dowry. She wasn’t sure what she could do about either situation.

To her vast relief, Hunter’s Chase looked unchanged when she pulled up. She parked in front of the house and got out, her sweaty shirt sticking to her back. She looked around. A few clients rode in the ring, and the rest of the horses grazed in the fields. Mrs. Felz was nowhere to be found, and her car was gone. Lynn went into the house, expecting a note.

Sure enough, there it was, on the kitchen table, held down with a glass full of wildflowers.

Lynn. Mr. Garson from the Continental called. Would like you to call ASAP.

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