his investigation, blamed him for her murder as if he hadnât already been weighed down by it.
âSo what do you think? Who do you believe is a suspect?â
âHard to say at this point. The fact she has a wealthy family could be motivation for murder.â
âBut how if sheâs been disinherited?â David asked. âThere has to be more to the story.â
âThere always is.â
* * *
Meral had gone down to the kitchen to get Jewel a cup of green tea. Jewel was glad to have a minute of relative privacy. She was glad that she had people who cared about her enough to want to help her, but the hovering was already starting to feel overwhelming.
She definitely didnât like being confined to her room, even though her body was sore and she needed to recover from her injuries. Not to mention she had guests to attend to, but neither could she let any of them see her like this. Sheâd give it a day or two, leaving running the B and B to her staff, and hope it didnât take a week for her bruised body to heal. Jewel would give anything to forget about the fall and her injuries and to go back to life as usual. She needed normalcy. To get that, she would have to stop taking the painkillers. They made her groggy, and she couldnât think straight.
When she sat up, dizziness swept over her. She made the mistake of glancing in the mirror over the dresser, and her mouth dried up.
Chief Winters saw me like this?
She shoved thoughts of what he must think of her out of her mind. His opinion shouldnât count. She couldnât care about that. After Silasâs death, she almost hadnât survived the heartache. Sheâd given up her life and family to be with him, and now all she had left of that life were memories and heartache. The price of loving someone was too high.
She couldnât survive that pain again.
So for now she had to focus on other things until the unwelcome feelings in her heart went away.
One question nagged her. Why would someone want to kill her? Had it simply been random? Or had she been targeted? Jewel had no enemies that she knew about. No reason for someone to push her over.
Unless...
My secret.
Jewel pressed her hands over her heart. God, please no. She needed the secret to remain dead and buried. She wasnât the same young woman who had made that mistake. Besides, no one knew about it, so no. That couldnât be it.
She was back to her question. And she didnât know why someone would try to kill her. When she was a child, her parents had taught her to be on her guard, not to trust easily, because there were too many people in the world who might try to hurt her or kidnap her because of their money. But it had been years since that had been an issue for her. No one in Alaska had even known sheâd once been wealthy. Until Meral and Buck arrived a few days ago.
Now suddenly her life had been threatened.
Could the two incidents be related?
And what of Meralâs new husband, Buck? What did Meral really know about the man?
Jewel should be ecstatic that she had a second chance with the family sheâd given up to come to Alaska. She thought sheâd gotten over that hurt, too, until Meral. She wanted to be happy to see her sister, who had only been fifteen when Jewel had left. In fact, she had not known how much sheâd missed her family.
But something was wrong. Very wrong. She should thank Buck Cambridge for bringing Meralâa wedding gift, heâd said. Heâd found Meralâs long-lost sister. But Jewel wasnât sure she really wanted to be found.
Something about Buck disturbed her. He didnât look at Meral the way Jewelâs husband had looked at her when theyâd fallen in love.
But who was Jewel to judge? How could she bring up her misgivings about Buck with Meral, a sister she barely knew? They were only just reconnecting. Getting to know each other again. It wasnât her place. She