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as he knew now that if he hat returned, he would have killed
Kent Graham.
        Had Kent suspected Johnny Mack was
his adoptee son's natural father? Obviously not. Kent never would have
accepted a child of his into the prestigious Graham family. And Miss
Edith would have drowned the boy at birth if she had known Johnny Mack had
sired him. Unless… Was it possible that Edith was Will's natural mother?
She had been in her early forties fifteen years ago, not young, but young
enough ton have gotten pregnant.
        Edith Graham Ware, her slender
hand gripping the portable phone, gazed through the French doors I leading
to the patio and gardens. Mary Martha sat beneath the shade of a willow
tree, silent and unmoving, as traumatized today as she had been since
the] day after Kent's funeral. Jackie Cummings, the private!
        nurse they had recently hired, sat
across from Mary Martha, reading to her from one of her favorite books.
Despite the warmth of the summer day, Edith thought an hour outside
might do her daughter some good. At least it had put a little color in
the girl's pale cheeks.
        Edith hated waiting on anything
or anyone, and being put on "hold" by her husband's secretary
did little to soothe her irritation. How dare James call and leave her
such an outrageous message on the answering machine!
        Someone using the name Johnny Mack
Cahill phoned our new district attorney to ask questions about Kent's
murder and Lane's part in the crime. And he asked about Will, too.
        "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Ware, but
the mayor went out for a bite of lunch and I'm afraid he didn't mention
exactly where he was going," Penny Walsh said. "Perhaps you can
catch him later."
        Without so much as a thank-you,
Edith punched the Off button and flung the telephone down on the seat of
the Chippendale arm chair to her left. Johnny Mack Cahill, indeed. It
wasn't possible that Johnny Mack was still alive, was it? Kent had been so
sure his half brother was dead. Even Buddy Lawler agreed that there was
no way the man could have survived. But what if he had? And what if he had
found out about Will? What if he wanted revenge?
        Other than the fact that the young
man had possessed a certain charm-in bed-Johnny Mack never had been anything
but trouble. And if, by some miracle, he was still alive, he would be
even more trouble now. In fact, he would be downright dangerous.
        If he was alive and if he came home
and tried to help Lane, Edith would have to put a stop to him. And she could
do it. After all, she was Edith Noble
        Graham Ware and this was Noble's
Crossing. Hel town. She still possessed enough power to have the likes
of Johnny Mack put six feet under, if she had I mind to. The movers and shakers
in Noble's Crossing were either relatives or people who owed her favor.
If Johnny Mack wasn't dead and he decided to come back to town and stir up
a stink, he'd be sorry She would see to it personally.
        "Harder, baby, harder,"
Arlene panted, her long red nails biting into her lover's fleshy buttocks.
"Give it to me, Jimmy boy!"
        With his round belly slapping against
Arlene's flat, stretch-mark-scarred stomach, Mayor James Ward thrust into
the luscious woman lying beneath him God, how he loved to fuck Arlene.
She was all woman and made him feel like a real man.
        "You've got the sweetest pussy
in the state and yon know it."
        Arlene lifted herself up, wrapping
her long, slim legs around James's waist. With one final plunge, he spilled
himself into her. She scored his buttocks with her nails. He groaned as
he shook in the aftermath then smiled when he felt her trembling and heard
her cry out as she climaxed.
        When he lowered himself to her side
on the small cot in the back of her beauty parlor, half his butt hung off
the edge. Scooting closer, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her shoulder.
"I can't get enough of you, sugar," James whispered in her ear,
then