I suppose youd like me to cut out my grandchildren?
Like her mother had ever been a loving grandmother. Those of us without children shouldnt be penalized for it. Its not like you would even recognize your grandsons if you passed them on the street, Virginia pointed out.
I also have a granddaughter. Virginia turned
from the window to stare at her mother.
McCall. Traces daughter. Shes with the sheriffs department. Shes the one who solved your brothers murder and was almost killed doing so.
McCall? That bitch Ruby had named her kid after Virginias father? Why wasnt Pepper having a conniption fit about this? She should have been livid. Surely you arent going to take the word of that tramp that this young woman is a Winchester.
Her mothers smile had a knife edge to it. Oh, believe me, shes a Winchester. But I knew the rest of you would require more than my word on it. I have the DNA test results, if youd like to see them.
Virginia was furious. Another person after the Winchester fortune. No, not just another person. Traces daughter. Virginia felt sick.
So I have four grandchildren I dont know, her mother corrected with sarcasm. And there could be more, couldnt there?
Virginia swore silently. Why did you even bother to get the rest of us home?
Pepper raised a brow. I knew youd want to see me one last time. Also I was sure youd want to know the whole story about your brother Trace. You havent asked.
What is there to ask? Virginia shot back. His killer is dead. It was in all the papers. Trace was dead and buried. I would think that you wouldnt want to relive any of that awfulness.
She didnt mention that Pepper had kept her other children away from Trace when he was young, as if afraid they might hurt him. Her protectiveness, along with her favoritism and love for Trace, was why they had no great love for their little brother. Hed come into their lives after theyd heard their mother couldnt have anymore children. Trace became the miracle child.
You werent at his memorial service, her mother said.
Virginia couldnt hold back the laugh. Are you kidding? I didnt think I was invited. She started for the door, unable to take any more of this. You should have warned us in the letter from your lawyer that this visit was really about Trace.
Your brother was murdered! I would think something like that would give even you pause, her mother said, making Virginia stop in midstep on the way to the door.
Even her? As if she had no feelings. Her mother didnt know. Her mother knew nothing about what shed been through. As if Pepper was the only one whod lost a child.
I was sorry to hear about it, Virginia said, turning again to face her mother. I already told you that, Mother. What about your children who are still alive? The ones you didnt protect when they were young? Arent we deserving of your attention for once, given what you let happen to us?
The accusation hung in the air between them, never before spoken. Peppers expression didnt change as she got to her feet. If Virginia hadnt seen the slight trembling in her mothers hand as she reached for her cane, she would have thought her words had fallen on deaf ears.
You are so transparent, Virginia, her mother said, as she brushed past. Dont worry, dear. Your trip wont be wasted.
MCCALL STOOD IN THE DUST, staring at the makeshift camp, hating the feeling this place gave her. Her deputies had gone only a few miles along the riverbank before theyd come across it and the tree where the limb had broken off and fallen into the water.
This was where they had camped. From the footprints in the mud and dirt around the area, thered been three of them. One man, two women.
A breeze blew down the river, ruffling the dark green water. She caught the putrid odor of burned grease rising from the makeshift fire pit ringed in stones. Someone had recently cooked over the fire. A pile of crumpled, charred beer cans had been discarded in the flames and now lay charred black in the ash. Little chance of getting any prints off the cans, but still a deputy was preparing to bag them for the lab.
We followed the tire tracks up from the river through the trees, one of the other deputies said, pointing to the way the campers had driven down the mountainside to the river. They came in through a farmers posted gate on a road that hadnt been used in some time.
You think they lucked onto it or knew where they were going? she asked. The narrow dirt road had led to this secluded spot, as if the driver of the vehicle had wanted privacy for what he had planned. If hed just wanted to camp, he would have gone to the campground down by the bridge.
If he knew about the road, then that would mean he could be a local, the deputy said. I say he lucked onto the road, figuring it ended up at the river.
Like him, she didnt want to believe whoever had hung two people was from the Whitehorse area. Or worse, someone they knew. Who really knew their neighbors and what went on behind
closed doors?
McCall had learned that there were people who lived hidden lives and would do anything to protect those secrets.