The Lawman's Legacy (Love Inspired Suspense) Read Online Free PDF

dwell in the emotions of the day.
    “She was great with them. She’d have made a wonderful mother.” Merry swallowed hard and stood again, pacing across the room to stare out a window above the sink.
    “How did she seem in the last few days? Happy? Upset? Anxious?”
    “She was just her normal self.”
    “So, she didn’t mention anything that was bothering her? Didn’t seem to have anything on her mind?” He asked the same question in a different way, hoping for a different answer. Wanting a different answer. They needed something to go on if they were going to find Olivia’s murderer.
    Merry stiffened but didn’t turn from the window. “She didn’t mention anything that was bothering her.”
    “Then what did she mention?”
    “Nothing,” she responded too quickly, her voice tight. If he’d been looking in her eyes, he’d have seen the lie. He knew it, and he wanted to know what she was lying about.
    “You’re a poor liar.”
    “I’m not—”
    “Save us both some time, okay? Don’t deny it. Olivia said something to you. What was it?”
    “It was private. I don’t think she wanted me to share it,” Merry hedged, and he put a hand on her shoulder, urged her around so he could look into her face.
    “Olivia is dead, Merry. Murdered. Keeping a secret for her can’t change that.”
    “I know…it’s just…” She bit her lip.
    “What?”
    “She made me promise not to mention it to anyone.”
    A promise, huh?
    That might mean something important.
    “I don’t think she would expect you to keep your promise under the circumstances.”
    “Maybe not, and it really wasn’t a big deal. At least, it didn’t seem like one. Last week, Olivia brought the twins over. While she was here, she said her sweetheart might come looking for her one day. She’d never mentioned a sweetheart before, so it stuck in my mind.”
    “A boyfriend?” His pulse jumped at the news. He’d needed a lead. It looked like he just might have one.
    “I guess so, but she didn’t use that term. She just said, ‘sweetheart.’”
    “And, you didn’t ask who her sweetheart was? Where he was?”
    “Tyler spilled his juice, and I had to clean it up. By the time I finished, the moment had passed.” She shrugged, and he could almost feel her forcing each muscle to relax. The tension was still in her face though, the lie still in her eyes.
    What was she hiding?
    Why was she hiding it?
    “There’s more, and I need you to tell me what it is.”
    “I already told you everything she told me.” But there was something in her voice that said different. Something that edged along Douglas’s nerves, made him study her pale face a little more intently.
    “I don’t believe you.”
    “What you believe doesn’t matter. What matters is the truth, and the truth is I’ve told you everything Olivia said.”
    “Then, what aren’t you telling me?”
    “Just that I’m exhausted, and I’m ready for this interview to be over.” She offered a half smile, and he had to admit, she looked tired. Dark circles beneath her eyes, pale skin.
    “Late night?”
    “Nightmares,” she responded, and then frowned, picking at a chipped spot on the tile countertop.
    “I’d think tonight would be the night for that.”
    “It probably will be. I don’t think I’ll ever forget looking down and…” She shook her head and didn’t continue.
    “It’s tough. Really tough. But I have to keep asking questions, Merry. I have to find out what was happening in Olivia’s life in the weeks before she was killed. You know that, right?”
    “Yes.”
    “So, if there’s anything else you can tell me—”
    “There isn’t.”
    “You spoke to her on the phone last night, right?”
    “Yes.”
    “Tell me about the conversation.”
    “I asked if we were still on for today. She said we were. That was it.”
    “No hint that she was upset? Nothing that would make you think she was in danger?”
    “I already told Keira there was nothing unusual about the