Echoes Of The Past

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Prologue er name meant Magic Power. But today, Orenda didn’t feel very magical. In fact, she was confused and a little frightened. In her seventeen years of life she’d never had such emotional conflict. She was promised to Yuma, the tribal chief’s son, yet she had betrayed him with the strong, muscular white settler named Daniel. She was Iroquois, betrothed to an Iroquois, but her attraction to Daniel was strong and she’d been unable to resist. A twig cracked, and Orenda leapt to her feet. She’d been waiting by the lake at the foot of the mound for quite a while, hoping he would come yet knowing it would be better if he did not. At a little over five feet, four inches tall, Orenda was well proportioned with narrow hips and large, firm breasts. Her raven hair hung straight down to the center of her back. Today, she had not braided it. Daniel liked it loose so he could run his fingers through it. He stepped out from behind a stand of trees and she was again struck by how handsome he was. Tall, blond, eyes as blue as an autumn sky, he had a smile that made her heart flutter dangerously.

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Echoes of the Past In the beginning, she’d spoken no English, he no Iroquois. But during the past two months they’d begun to teach one another their languages. They’d met one evening when she’d come to the lake to get away from the longhouse for a while. She’d spent that day weaving and her hands were bruised from twisting and turning the reedy vines. At first she thought she’d heard a deer or some other animal, and had been startled when he’d emerged from the nearby woods. He’d been carrying a rifle, but once he saw how terrified she was, he’d immediately put the weapon on the ground and held out his hands in an almost pleading gesture. Then, he’d reached inside his shirt pocket and brought out something shiny, offering it to her, coaxing her closer. The elders of the tribe had spoken of the settlers, and warned her and the other women to stay away from them. But she could tell the young man meant her no harm. The gift he had given her that day was something he called a brooch. The stone in the center was red as blood, the setting delicate and lacy-looking. When they were together, she wore it pinned to her deerskin dress; when she was back in the village, she hid it in a special pocket she’d sewn into the garment. This evening Daniel held a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand and presented them to her proudly, that boyish grin dimpling the corners of his mouth. “Back East, where I came from, gentlemen always court ladies by bringing them flowers, or candy,” he said. 2

Audra Cole She didn’t understand all the words, but she loved the sound of his deep, smooth voice, and the flowers smelled wonderful. A shy smile creased her mouth as he leaned in for a kiss. His lips were warm, hungry and she felt herself slipping into his arms, unable to resist the pull, unwilling to deny herself the feel of his body against hers. As evening shadows deepened around them, Orenda thought to herself that Daniel was really the one with the magic power. **** In the bushes, hidden from view, Yuma, son of Chief Tyee, watched as Orenda and the white boy embraced. Rage coursed through his veins as he saw the other’s hands caress his betrothed’s hips, moving to her breasts. Having never touched Orenda himself, he could only imagine the way her skin felt, the softness of her flesh, the curves of her naked body. Now to see this invader from the East defiling his promised one, Yuma could barely contain himself. But he would bide his time. Soon the settlers in the sprawling farmhouse on the other side of the woods would know the mighty power of an Iroquois’ revenge. **** 3

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Hattie Clark walked out on the front porch for the third time in the past hour and scanned the surrounding area for a sign of her son, Daniel’s, return. He’d gone hunting, hoping to bring home a deer. They were getting low on meat and her husband had been busy with the planting all day. “How’s this, Mama?” came a small, almost plaintive voice from beside her. Matthew Clark, who had just turned ten years old, was holding up a piece of wood he’d been whittling. He looked up at her through dark, luminous eyes, his father’s eyes. “What is it, Matthew?” Hattie asked, squatting down to take a better look. “A bear,” the boy said proudly. She took the object and turned it over in her hands. “Well, indeed it is. With this poor light out here, I couldn’t see it very well. It’s very good. We’ll put it on the mantle, so everyone can enjoy it.” She went inside and did just that. Then she returned to tending the bubbling pot of stew cooking in the hearth. “Daniel not back yet?” John Clark asked, coming down the stairs. A burly man, with dark hair and deep brown eyes, he had decided to move his family from New York, west to California. Hattie hadn’t wanted to come. She much preferred the comfort of their lifestyle in the east. But John, tired of the city life, had longed for some land and a place to really call their own. Their journey had ended here in Pennsylvania, as soon as 4

Audra Cole he saw the rolling hills and fertile land. “It’s safe. There’s a fort not far away and the Indians are under control,” he’d promised. She still wasn’t sure they’d made the right decision. But they were here now and she was determined to make the best of the situation. Katie, the sixteen-year-old, was fitting right in, however. A pretty girl with blond hair and large blue eyes just like Hattie’s, she’d turned the head of many of the young soldiers at the fort. But she seemed to have an eye for one in particular. “I’m starting to wonder what’s so interesting out in those woods, John. Seems to me Daniel spends a lot of time there,” Hattie commented. “He’s always offering to go hunting when we need meat, too,” put in Katie, who had been kneading bread dough at the kitchen table. “None of your concern, Katie. Just get that dough ready to rise or there won’t be any bread for breakfast in the morning,” Hattie reprimanded. “I’ll go look for him,” John said, walking to the front door. “Me, too,” offered Matthew, following his father. As the two left the house, Hattie couldn’t shake the feeling of doom that had been skittering around in her midsection all day. **** Orenda nestled into Daniel’s arms and sighed. Just then, a buck came out into the clearing on the other 5

Echoes of the Past side of the lake and dipped his huge, antlered head down to the surface of the water for a drink. “Lay real still, maybe a doe will join him,” Daniel whispered, reinforcing his words by tightening his hold on her. She knew what he meant, and obeyed. Then the doe came timidly out of the trees, hesitating, ears twitching, nose sniffing the air. Finally she joined the buck. “Neoge,” Daniel whispered, using the Iroquois word for deer. Orenda smiled and squeezed his arm. “Deer,” she said. Just then a fluttering of tree branches sent the deer back into the trees and they disappeared from view. “I have to go, Orenda. I love you,” Daniel said, kissing her forehead and smoothing back her hair. “Love, too,” she said, using the words he’d taught her. Daniel stood up and pulled her to her feet. Making a fist out of one hand, he pressed it to his chest and tapped lightly three times. “My heart beats for you. Only for you,” he said. She could see the intensity in his gaze. Making a fist herself, she mimicked his action. “On—only you heart too,” she managed, piecing the words he’d used together as best she could. His smile told her she’d done well. ****

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Echoes of the Past fitful sleep. **** Hattie Clark awoke with a start when her husband jumped up out of bed, grabbed his rifle and ran from the bedroom. Downstairs, she could hear the sounds of the invasion and fear gripped her heart like an icecold fist. Rushing from the room, she hurried down the stairs just in time to see an Indian warrior split her husband's skull with a tomahawk. Then her thoughts turned to her children and she quickly retraced her steps. The sound of thumping footfalls close behind sent a surge of panic through her body, propelling her into motion. She made it into the children’s room and slammed the door just as the war party reached the landing. “Daniel!” she screamed. By now the invaders were pounding on the door. Then she realized they weren’t using their hands, but their weapons, as wood began to splinter. “Run! Hide!” she cried, pulling her two other children from their beds. Daniel was the first to realize what was happening. Grabbing his sister’s arm, he propelled her toward the window, only to discover that several of the braves were outside and had begun climbing up onto the roof in order to prevent their escape. “We’re trapped!” Katie screamed fearfully. Matthew, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, clung to 8

Audra Cole his mother, crying. Rushing to the corner of the room, Daniel grabbed up his own rifle and aimed it at the door, squeezing the trigger. Hattie screamed, then pulled Katie and Matthew away from the window just as one of the braves came through. The cracking of wood as the door finally gave way caused a terrified scream to rip from Katie’s throat. Hattie watched in horror as Daniel reeled around and was felled by one slash across his throat. Matthew ran for the window, but his escape was blocked by another brave making his way inside. Katie cowered in the corner, shaking uncontrollably. Hattie watched as her two remaining children were slaughtered. When it was finally her turn, she welcomed the black void of death, knowing that it would forever wipe out the horrible things she had just witnessed. **** Sergeant Jeremy Taylor rode up to the Clark farm the next morning to check on the family. Of course, he had another reason for this devotion to duty: Katie Clark. He was smitten. He admitted it. As a result he now had to endure the kidding of his fellow officers, but he didn’t care. She was worth it. The minute he brought his horse to a stop, he knew something was wrong. The first thing he noticed was the eerie stillness. Then he saw that the front door 9

Echoes of the Past was destroyed. Rushing inside, he found John Clark dead on the kitchen floor, and the rest of the family slain in an upstairs bedroom. The entire house smelled of death and fear. Running to Katie, he scooped her into his arms. Her throat had been slit and her life’s blood pooled around her on the hardwood floor. “No!” he cried in anguish, holding her close. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there cradling Katie in his arms, but finally his military training came to the forefront and he realized he had certain duties to perform. Lowering her body gently to the floor, he got up and left the house. He then traveled several miles to the next farm, only to find that family well and untouched by the violence that had been vested on the Clarks. The third visit, to a small cabin housing a young couple expecting their first child, netted the same results: both expectant parents were alive and well. Riding back to the fort at top speed, he delivered the news of the massacre to his commanding officer, Lieutenant William Brigmann. Brigmann had often been taken to task by regional commanders for his attitude of intolerance. He didn’t trust the Indians and made no secret of it. Accused once of just looking for an excuse to declare war against the nearby tribes, he’d been placed under close scrutiny and threatened with disciplinary action. 10

Audra Cole “The fact that the Clarks were singled out may be significant. On the other hand, it could be the first in a series of attacks aimed at the settlers in the area. Either way we need to send a message, loud and clear. Be ready to move out just after midnight!” **** Orenda knew something was wrong the minute Yuma stepped out of the trees and joined her beside the lake. She was waiting on Daniel, but it was nearly dark now and she was about to give up. “He will not come,” Yuma said, speaking in a harsh tone. Standing up, she shot back, “You know nothing of it!” “He takes you as his. But you are promised to me. Now he is no more. Now you are mine again.” Orenda struggled to understand. Then she saw the ferocious glint in eyes that were now dark as night. “What do you mean? Tell me, Yuma, what have you done?” Suddenly Yuma grabbed her arm tightly and she winced in pain. “You will be mine tonight. Tomorrow I will go to the council and we will be man and wife!” “No!” Orenda shouted, wrenching away from his grasp. She ran toward the village, frantically wondering what this meant. Where was Daniel? What had happened? 11

Echoes of the Past “He is gone! All of his family is gone!” came Yuma’s words from behind her, as though they were chasing her through the trees. **** Tyee woke Yuma just after midnight, furious. “Come with me!” he commanded, motioning his son out of their longhouse. They walked to the edge of the clearing. “What have you done?” Tyee demanded, staring hard at his youngest son. “What should have been done long ago!” Yuma exclaimed, balling his large hands into fists. “For this you will be punished. We are at peace…” Tyee began. Yuma raised one fist in the air and stopped his father’s words. “We have no pride as a people because of your peace! We are disgraced! The white settlers have taken what is ours and spat on us. One of them defiled Orenda. She is promised to me, now she is mine again!” Tyee looked deeply into his son’s eyes and saw the fury there. But this was wrong. To kill served no purpose and jeopardized everything. But before Tyee could put this into words, hoofbeats sounded through the night like thunder. **** Orenda awoke and was immediately frightened. Her heart raced as she heard the shouts and screams from 12

Audra Cole outside. Rushing to the doorway, she joined the other women of her clan, peering out into the darkness. Nearby she heard the shouts of the warriors mingled with the sounds of gunfire. She couldn’t see very well, but she saw enough to realize a battle was in progress. “We must stay inside!” she shouted to the other women. “Go to the back of the house, quickly!” They herded the children ahead of them, seeking refuge. Going to the rear of the longhouse, she guided some of the women and children out the back and into the night, watching as they scampered toward the woods. Making a run for it herself, she felt the sting of a bullet as it grazed her shoulder. They are just firing at will, it is too dark for them to know if they are aiming at braves or women and children, Orenda thought as panic spurred her on. **** Yuma’s knife sank into the flesh of the soldier and he felt a surge of satisfaction. Tyee lay dead a few feet away. The rest of the tribal council had perished also. He would be the leader, if he lived through this battle. The braves who had stood with him yesterday as he’d taken revenge against those settlers were falling around him, their death screams echoing in the night. He had felled at least five soldiers, and still they kept coming. Now he faced another one, who took aim and fired before Yuma could throw his knife. 13

Echoes of the Past The bullet seared through muscle and bone, ripping apart his chest. His last thought as he fell to the ground was of Orenda, and the future they would never share. ****

Sergeant Jeremy Taylor helped his Lieutenant to his feet and quickly surveyed the jagged wound in the man’s shoulder. “That wound doesn’t look too bad, sir. We’ll get you back to the fort as soon as possible.” “None of them are left alive?” Brigmann asked. “Some of the women and children made it into the woods, sir, but the chief, the council and his warriors are all dead.” “Then our mission is accomplished. Let’s go home.” Jeremy looked at the carnage that was now becoming more visible in the pre-dawn hours. Fallen soldiers and Indian warriors lay side by side, spread out across the clearing in a macabre tapestry of death. “We need to bury our dead, and the Clark family,” Jeremy told him. “Choose a dozen men to assist you,” Brigmann directed, then asked, “How many did we lose?” “I count fifteen.” “Wounded?” Jeremy looked out over the assemblage, who was now awaiting further instructions. The swiftness of the attack had worked to their advantage, that and 14

Audra Cole their superior weapons. “Maybe ten, no more. We had the element of surprise and more firepower.” He felt again the deep satisfaction of knowing that Katie’s death had been avenged. **** Orenda crept out of the woods and stared down at the farm house below. She’d been walking for a long time, unsure of just where Daniel lived. But this had to be it. She’d heard Tyee speak of three families living on the other side of the trees. A little afraid, she approached slowly, expecting to see someone appear on the porch any minute to shoo her away. But even as she climbed the three steps and pushed open the door, she heard nothing. What she saw, however, caused her heart to begin galloping against her ribcage and her breath to come in sharp, shallow gasps. “Daniel!” she cried, looking frantically around. The man on the floor was older and very different looking than Daniel. Perhaps…. She ran up the stairs and into the first room she came to. Then she saw him, her love, lying on the floor, throat slit open, his shirt soaked with blood that had already formed a thick crimson puddle on the floor around him. The room spun and she sank to her knees, weeping loudly, rocking back and forth. Later, Orenda stumbled from the farmhouse. With the sun beating its warmth down on her, she made her way into the welcome coolness of the woods and ran blindly for her village. 15

Echoes of the Past What she found there was too much for her to take in at first glance. Newly dug graves ringed one side of the settlement, and scattered everywhere else were the remains of her people. The first one she came upon was Tyee, his eyes still wide with surprise, staring sightlessly at the morning sky. Yuma was lying not far away from her own father. She ran to the longhouse and cried out the names of her aunt and sisters. Moments later she found them lying outside in a thicket of juniper, dead. She couldn’t look anymore. Her life was gone, her loved ones massacred. Orenda walked slowly toward the only place she’d ever felt at peace. This morning the lake was clear and calm. She sat down in the grass, staring out at the glassy surface for a long time, remembering. Finally she slipped off her moccasins, and took the brooch Daniel had given her out of her pocket. Then, clutching it to her heart, she walked into the water.

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Chapter One rica Parkhurst walked out of the courthouse into a cold, steady drizzle. It was mid-October, and the expected Indian summer had yet to show itself in New York City. Instead, they were experiencing the second day of gloomy, leaden skies that seeped instead of poured moisture down on millions of harried citizens. Fumbling with an umbrella that refused to cooperate, she rushed toward the curb and the line of waiting taxis. She was tall and slender with thick chestnut hair and indigo eyes. Her mother had once told her that her eyes were her best feature. In her father’s opinion, however, it was her skin—unblemished, smooth, creamy. Of course they were her parents, which made them a little prejudiced. “Free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty, you’re free at last!” Reeling around at the sound of the familiar voice, Erica smiled as her best friend Paula Bascilla fell into step beside her. “What are you doing here?” Erica asked. Paula smiled back, exposing perfect white teeth.

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Echoes of the Past She was a little taller than Erica’s five feet seven inches with jet black hair and eyes that shone like fiery emeralds. Today, true to form, Paula was wearing an outfit that, on anyone else, would have looked mismatched and gaudy. But on her, the turquoise calf-length skirt, magenta blouse and green sweater seemed to be just right. As usual, her jewelry was every bit as flamboyant; silver bracelets dangled from dainty wrists, a large moonstone amulet hung on a thick chain around her neck and in her earlobes, sterling triangles bounced back and forth as she turned her head searching for just the right cab. “You’re rid of that cheating scumbag, Grant, once and for all. It’s time to celebrate!” Paula announced directing Erica toward a yellow vehicle. Celebrate. I suppose I should feel that way, Erica thought as she climbed into the back seat. Today her divorce from Park Avenue plastic surgeon, Grant Parkhurst, had been signed sealed and delivered, along with a large settlement. “Cheer up, Erica. You don’t ever have to lay eyes on that bum again. We’re going to go to lunch and drink a toast to your wonderful new life.” “And how is my new life going to differ from the life I’ve been living since I left Grant in July?” Paula sighed. “When was the last time you talked to Joe?” Erica squirmed a little in her seat. “I’m not sure. Maybe two weeks ago.” “And why is that?” 18

Audra Cole “Busy.” “Doing what?” “Look, Paula, when Joe and I had our…whatever that was in Spirit Lake…it was a very confusing time for me. A lot happened that threw my world out of kilter…” “Quit making excuses! Sometimes you can be so dense. You found a real man when you stumbled upon that quaint little town. Joe Lakota is exactly what you need!” Erica turned her head and stared at Paula. “And how do you know what I need, when I don’t even know that myself?” Paula smiled. “Because, my dear, I know you better than you know yourself sometimes. Okay, we’re at the restaurant. Pay the driver. I’ll get lunch.” Paula had chosen the Village Cafe, one of their favorite places. As Erica followed the hostess through the crowd to their table, she found her thoughts returning to Joe and Spirit Lake. She’d call him today as soon as she got back to her apartment. Her apartment. Not anything like the house she’d once shared with Grant, but it was cozy and comfortable. Once they were seated, Paula ordered a glass of Pinot Grigio. “I’ll have the Merlot,” Erica said, picking up the lunch menu. “I have news for you. Artie called me yesterday. They’re hiring people back.” Erica’s eyes widened in surprise. Part of the reason she’d fled the city in July was because she’d been laid 19

Echoes of the Past off from her job as an editor at the consumer magazine where she’d worked for five years. “Are you going back?” Their wine came, and Paula took a long sip before she answered. “Not sure. I mean I’ve built up some clients doing freelance over the past few months and I’m getting a good reputation. Do I need Artie’s bullshit? You know what a prick he is to work for.” Erica knew all to well. “I miss the challenge of my job. But you’re right. I don’t miss Artie one bit.” “You miss Joe.” Erica raised an eyebrow. “And you know this because…?” Paula shook a finger in Erica’s direction. “I’m never wrong. Admit it.” Paula claimed to have psychic abilities. Erica used to take this pronouncement with a grain of salt. But not now. Not after what had happened in July. “Yes, I miss him. But the time we’ve spent apart has given me a chance to put things in perspective, Paula. What we had was hot, but can it stand the test of time? When I met Joe, my husband had just left me and I’d lost my job. I was a wreck. I was running away and very vulnerable. Joe made me feel desirable again, but is that enough to build a life on?” “It’s enough to start. It’s more than some people ever have.” “He’s a loner. Look at the way he lives. All by himself in that log cabin in the woods with just Mingo for company.” “Ah, a man and his wolf. Sounds like he needs a 20

Audra Cole good woman,” Paula said, flagging the waitress for another glass of wine. “Then there’s the cultural gap. I mean, he’s part Iroquois. What do I know about Native Americans, anyway?” The wine arrived, and they started to order. Paula leaned across the table a little and asked, “Is he hung?” Erica was used to her friend’s bluntness by now, but the waitress who had just approached the table emitted a gasp. Erica pretended not to notice. “I’ll have the Cobb Salad.” Handing the menus back to the astounded girl, Paula said, “Me, too.” Once they were alone again, Erica replied, “You’re shameless. But to answer your question, he’s amazing. However, that’s beside the point. There’s more to a relationship than sex.” “Since when?” Paula shot back, then added, “You’re still pissed about him and that Indian girl, aren’t you?” “Not the relationship. That happened when they were teenagers. It’s the fact he kept it from me.” “Men always have secrets, Erica. Just like us women.” Changing the subject, Erica said, “Maybe I will call Artie. I need to feel useful again.” “Suit yourself, but I’m hanging tough. Artie can take his so-called offer and shove it!”

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Chapter Two hen the phone rang on Wednesday morning, Erica was having her second cup of coffee and putting off making the call to her former boss, Artie Baughman. The sound of Evelyn Black’s frantic voice on the other end of the line shot an arrow of alarm through her. “Oh, Erica, you have to do it. Say you’ll do it. Say you’ll come. I need you here…” the owner of the Spirit Lake Inn cried. “Slow down, Evelyn. I can barely understand what you’re saying. What’s wrong?” “I fell. Took a tumble down the stairs. I have to have surgery. My leg…Oh, please don’t say no. You’re not working again, are you?” “No. I mean, not yet. What is it you need me to do, Evelyn?” “I have guests coming in and no one to run the inn. You’re my only hope. Please say you’ll do it!” “This time of year?” “We’re often busy in October. People come to view the fall foliage, it’s spectacular.”

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“TNew York? Just look at all the colors!” Paula

gasped as she got her first sight of the Allegheny Mountains in all of their autumn splendor. She lowered the passenger-side window of Erica’s silver Dodge Stratus. “Just breathe that air! Fresh, clean.” As though proving her point, she inhaled deeply. “It is gorgeous here,” Erica said absently. Her thoughts were on the road, and on Joe. She felt that old familiar flutter in the pit of her stomach as she thought about seeing him again. She hadn’t called him to let him know she was returning. Truthfully, she’d felt awkward about contacting him, unsure of his reaction. “Hello, Earth to Erica,” Paula said. Erica glanced sideways to find her friend staring at her. “Sorry. What did you say?” “I said what do you know about this inn’s history?” “Not a lot. You know what happened there in July. Other than that, it was a private home once. The Black’s bought it many years ago. He’s dead. Evelyn has run it by herself since then.” “This entire area is steeped in folklore. Mysteries 24

Audra Cole abound. I can’t believe you didn’t ask questions, find things out!” Feeling like she was being scolded by a teacher for not paying attention in class, Erica replied with a weak, “I was sort of busy.” “Well, I’ll pick up the vibes the minute I walk in the door,” Paula declared. Erica smiled. Paula was certainly a free spirit. She ignored boundaries and never let rules stop her. We get along so well because she’s nothing like me. Then as she drove around a curve, she saw the old wooden sign that read, Spirit Lake, 5 Miles and all thoughts flew from her mind except for one: Joe. **** The large Victorian houses still gleamed brightly on either side of the tree-lined street. The stately oak and maple trees displayed their fall foliage creating a multi-colored tableau against a clear, blue autumn sky. Then the inn came into view, and Erica was again struck by the sheer beauty of the three-story Georgian-style structure sitting atop that gently sloping hill. The rambling rose bush that framed the inn’s sign was bereft of many of its red, velvety blooms now, and its branches clung to the trellis like thorny claws. The sign itself was different, too. Evelyn had had it redone. Where it had once listed Will and Evelyn Black as innkeepers, it now just had Evelyn’s name. 25

Echoes of the Past She’d finally let him go, along with their daughter, Chenoa. “Spirit Lake Inn, A Bed and Breakfast,” Paula said, reading the sign out loud. “You know, Erica, this area may be sacred ground. That hill looks like it could have been an Indian burial mound of some sort.” Erica pulled into the driveway and parked near the front porch. She’d move the car to the parking area at the side of the inn once they unloaded their luggage. The lake, partially visible from here, sparkled benignly on the other side of the hill. Erica scanned the dock for signs of movement. “Looking for someone?” Paula asked, throwing her a knowing smile. “Let’s get inside. Evelyn said the new chief of police would be here to hand over the key. And for your information, that’s who I was looking for.” “I don’t see a car,” Paula said, following Erica onto the wide, wrap-around front porch. Erica noted that the wicker tables, chairs and other outdoor furniture had been taken in, obviously in anticipation of the coming winter. She recalled how she had eaten an impromptu lunch out here on the day she’d first arrived. “People don’t drive from town; it’s only a couple of blocks away. He probably walked,” Erica replied, opening the door and stepping into the foyer. It looked the same, except now the flower arrangement in the center of the pedestal table was made up of dried fall foliage. The chandelier still twinkled overhead; the bench-style coat rack was still 26

Audra Cole along one wall. Beneath her feet, the oak floor gleamed with a luster that could only be achieved by decades of careful cleaning and polishing. “The parlor is there,” she pointed to her right, “and the kitchen is through there,” she added, pointing to her left. Then she realized Paula was not beside her. Spinning around she was shocked to see that her friend was still standing in the doorway, staring straight ahead at the staircase. “This place is alive with spirit activity. It’s everywhere! My God, they’re all around us. Cool!” Paula’s eyes were wide with enthusiasm. Then she came inside and headed for the parlor. By the time Erica decided to join her, she was exiting that room and hurrying toward the kitchen. The startled gasp that Paula emitted next sent Erica scurrying after her. “Didn’t mean to scare you ladies,” said the man standing near the back door. He was at least six feet tall and muscular, with dark brown hair and bluegreen eyes. At second glance, Erica saw that there was just a touch of gray at his temples. He was wearing a police uniform of tan and brown. “You must be Chief Novak. Evelyn said you’d be here,” Erica said, going to him and extending a hand. “Call me Greg. Glad you could come help Evelyn out. She’s had a rough time of it.” “I’m Erica Parkhurst, and this is Paula Bascilla,” Erica said making the introductions complete. At that point, Paula seemed to come out of her 27

Echoes of the Past stupor and became even more animated than usual, offering the chief coffee and searching the kitchen for something to go with it. In the end, they had coffee and pound cake around the kitchen table. “Evelyn left the arrival schedule for the guests on the desk in her office,” Greg told Erica. Evelyn’s office was really what had once been one of the pantries off the kitchen. It was small, with just a desk, file cabinet and chair. “Tell me, Greg,” Paula began, “where are you from?” Erica noticed she was watching him intently and wondered why. “Plainfield. It’s about eighty miles east of here.” “What made you decide to come to Spirit Lake?” Greg shifted in his chair. “Just needed a change of pace, I guess.” He stood up. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you both, but duty calls.” Before leaving by the back door, he added, “If you need anything, just let me know.” Paula was still staring after him when Erica began to clear away the dishes. “Okay, what was that third degree all about?” Paula seemed deep in thought as she stared at the back door where the police chief had just exited, “He’s a man with secrets.” Then before Erica could respond, she turned around. “Let’s get the car unpacked. I don’t know about you, but I could use a shower and I want to see that lake before dark.”

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Echoes of the Past white Victorian gazebo gleamed brightly in the afternoon sun and a marble fountain spilled a steady stream of water into a large fluted basin. This room was wallpapered in a floral Victorian print. The ceiling sported a central light fixture that looked like one of those old-fashioned gas chandeliers. The fireplace was red brick with an ornately carved mantle of dark, gleaming wood. Paula hefted her bag onto the four-poster bed. “Cozy. I like it. No bad vibes, either,” she commented, winking Erica’s way. The bathroom was across the hall, facing the stairs. Evelyn’s living quarters were on the third floor, in what Erica supposed had once been the servant’s quarters. She’d never seen it, and wouldn’t invade the woman’s privacy now. The door to those stairs would remain locked. Leaving Paula to get settled, Erica walked down the hallway and entered the bedroom next to the Southwest suite. Stepping inside, she half expected the same feeling of unease she’d just experienced to re-emerge, but it didn’t. Looking around, she liked what she saw. The walls were painted light blue with white wainscoting. A small multi-globe light fixture hung from the center of the ceiling. The fireplace was white marble with brown and gold slag. There were two windows, sideby-side that gave her a view of the line of trees running along that edge of the property. The double bed had a white wrought iron headboard. There was also a dresser and an armoire. A floral-print rug of 30

Audra Cole blue and deep red covered the center of the floor. As she unpacked her things, Erica wondered if she should call Joe, or just throw caution to the wind and drop by the cabin? Memories of the way he looked, felt, smelled, and tasted overcame her in a rush and she experienced that familiar flutter in her stomach, as though a million butterflies had been let loose there. In the end, she decided to wait. She had to get the inn ready for guests. There would be time to contact him later. **** Paula stood in the doorway for a moment surveying the white marble floor, claw-footed porcelain tub, oval sink and gilt-framed mirror. When she finally stepped inside and discovered a nearly secreted Lshaped alcove that contained the shower enclosure, she muttered, “Clever design, for an afterthought.” Her voice, though barely above a whisper, seemed to echo off of the cold stone walls. The air felt chilly, and as she closed and locked the door, she felt a breeze brush past her from behind. Pivoting quickly, she half expected to see someone standing there but there was no one else in the room. “You’ll come to me sooner or later,” she said in a normal tone of voice. “It’s just a matter of time.” ****

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Audra Cole Stop it! You don’t have time to get caught up in someone else’s ghost-hunting obsession! Whatever spirits may have haunted this place are gone now, vanquished that night on the dock when a young girl’s death was avenged. “It was probably just a draft. These old houses are notorious for them,” Erica muttered. But even as the words filled the air in the otherwise silent room, she got the feeling she would live to retract them.

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Chapter Four y the time Erica and Paula got the suites inspected, dusted, vacuumed and otherwise ready for their guests, it was nearly five o’clock. Dusk was already beginning to settle over the landscape, as the sun balanced itself just above the horizon. “It’s beautiful. Like a big orange ball, just hanging there,” Paula said from the back porch. Erica, standing beside her, scanned the dock, memories skittering through her mind in random order. Paula’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “You should call him, you know.” “We’ve barely communicated during the past few weeks. Every time I’ve called him the phone just rings and rings. Who doesn’t have voicemail these days?” “He’s an old-fashioned guy. You said he lived in a log cabin, for chrissakes.” “He hasn’t called me, either,” Erica said softly. “Someone has to break the silence…” Erica saw the wry smile creasing her friend’s lips but failed to see the humor in the situation. “I’m going to start dinner. While I’m at it, I’ll make a

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Echoes of the Past have to stay here for a course of physical therapy. They’ll be moving me up to the rehab floor tomorrow. So that will be my home for a while.” Erica had expected as much. “I found the guest list. We have two couples coming tomorrow, one couple staying three nights, the other four.” “Right. Don’t be afraid to book more guests. Once I get home, my mobility will be somewhat limited, but I should be able to manage with a little help.” Hint, hint, Erica thought. “I’ll stay as long as you need me. I can’t speak for Paula, though.” “Fair enough. Now, tell me, have you seen Joe yet? Erica bristled but tried to keep the irritation from her voice as she replied, “Not yet. Paula and I have been pretty busy. We did meet your good looking chief of police, though. He seemed quite concerned about you.” After a slight hesitation, Evelyn responded with, “Greg has been a big help during these past few months. Look, here’s my number at the rehab unit, just call me if you have any questions.” Well, I guess that’s the end of that subject. Erica jotted down the phone number There was another brief silence before Evelyn asked, “Are you certain everything is normal?” Normal? What the hell does she mean by that? “I’m not sure what…” “Never mind,” Evelyn cut in, then added, “I’m on drugs, so don’t mind me. Just take care, Erica.” Just as Erica hung up the phone, she heard a loud crash overhead. Alarmed, she ran through the foyer 36

Audra Cole and up the stairs. First she looked in Paula’s room, then her own. Everything was as it should be. Next, she checked the other rooms. Nothing amiss there, either. Lastly, she went into the bathroom. An antique washstand sitting along one wall was overturned. The beautiful floral-print china bowl and pitcher lay in shards on the marble floor. “Oh, great! What next?” Erica exclaimed. She examined the damage, then looked around for a reason. She could see none. The washstand was heavy, made of oak. It would have taken some effort to tip it over. How had it happened? Was someone in the house? The same feeling a panic that had soared through her at the sight of the flowers strewn about in the foyer earlier found its mark again and she quickly got up and spun around toward the door. “Who’s there?” she called into the empty hallway. She left the bathroom and again searched the upstairs. Next she went downstairs and did the same there. When she was satisfied she was alone, she went to get a broom and dustpan so she could clean up the mess. **** Paula was intrigued by the dock with its oldfashioned light fixtures and quaint benches. The lake was another matter. The mist starting to rise off it was very unsettling, and she hugged her sweater tightly around her body as shivers rolled up and down her 37

Echoes of the Past spine. She knew the legend of the lake, and what had happened here a few months ago. She also knew about the secret this body of water had held for several decades. But now, standing on the weathered wooden planks and staring out across the glistening surface, she knew that Spirit Lake held many more secrets, yet to be revealed. A noise from the nearby tree line caught her attention and she turned around just as a large dog stepped out of the woods. Then, at second glance, she could see it was more like a wolf. He was tan, brown and black with a white muzzle. His eyes were amber. Standing very still, Paula watched as the animal moved slowly forward, sizing her up. Then their gazes locked and they stood there for several seconds staring at one another. “Hello, Mingo,” Paula finally said. Mingo’s tail wagged as he came to her. Paula sat on one of the benches and patted the dog’s head. Then, leaning down, she whispered in his ear, “She’s back, boy. Go tell Joe.” Mingo backed up, emitted a sharp yelp, then turned and ran into the woods. **** Joe Lakota laid the final log in the fireplace and struck a match. As the flames leapt up toward the flue, he savored the warmth. It had been a tough week. He’d had to travel to 38

Audra Cole several surrounding counties in his capacity as park ranger and everywhere he’d gone there were problems. Plus it was time for year-end reports to be compiled. Anyone who thought this job was all tramping around the woods checking on trees and wildlife and citing poachers was sadly mistaken. Bureaucracy had reared its ugly head even out here in the boonies. He remembered how it used to be, back when he’d built this log cabin with his own hands. Quiet, solitary, peaceful. No tight-assed and even tighterfisted bigwigs ranting on and on about the bottom line. Just a man and the land. One-on-one. Joe had grown up around the Allegheny Mountains. He was one-eighth Iroquois and his appearance bespoke the heritage: thick coal black hair, which he wore nearly shoulder length, dark brown eyes and rich coppery skin. As they did every evening when darkness was ready to settle over the small cabin in the woods, his thoughts turned to Erica. Where was she tonight? Was she thinking of him? Was she with someone else? Why hadn’t he heard from her? Should he call? In truth, he felt awkward calling her now. Why, he didn’t know. His cock stirred as memories of her soft, supple body pressed against his hard lean one came to mind. He longed to bury his face in that tender place just below her throat. He fantasized for a moment that his tongue was tracing a path down between those perfect, firm breasts to her flat stomach, then to the 39

Echoes of the Past triangle below. He could almost smell the musky aroma of her arousal. He pinched his forefingers against his thumbs, imagining her nipples there, hard and hot to the touch. He paced the floor, unable to settle his thoughts into a coherent pattern. His dick pressed urgently against the zipper of his blue jeans, begging for release. He could feel jism seeping through the material, warm and thick. The sound of Mingo whining and scratching at the front door jarred him out of his dream world and he cursed under his breath. Joe opened the door, glaring down at the part-dog, part-wolf. Instead of coming inside, Mingo backed up and ran toward the woods again. “What the hell?” Joe exclaimed, as the animal stopped, turned and barked. Then he ran a few more steps, turned again and barked once more. Something’s wrong. He wants me to follow him. Joe stopped long enough to grab his jacket and a thirty-eight revolver he kept in the desk next to the door.

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Chapter Five rica went over Evelyn’s list of instructions, then made a note to herself about replacing the bowl and pitcher. There was a small antique shop in town, perhaps she could find something comparable. She just hoped it hadn’t been a family heirloom with lots of sentimental value. Glancing at her watch, she noted that it was past six. She walked into the kitchen and looked out the back door. There was no sign of Paula on the dock. Did she come inside while I was upstairs? Going into the foyer, she called, “Hey, Paula. Let’s get dinner started, or better yet, let’s go into town. There’s a great little…” By now she’d gone into the parlor and back out and was in the upstairs hallway. She checked the bedrooms and bathroom. No Paula. She must be outside, Erica thought, going downstairs, through the kitchen and out the back door. The dock looked desolate, and the mist was rising off of the water. Spirits of the dead tribal leaders, come to save us all. How could she mock the ages-old legend? That

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Audra Cole When she got no answer, a small prickle of fear shot through her body. Where was she? She scanned the woods, squinting into the gathering darkness. Suddenly she heard a rustling along the tree line. She felt the cold breath of the mist just seconds before it enveloped her. She’d forgotten how quickly the vapor cloud moved toward land once it completely rose off the water. “Damn it! Paula!” Something cold and wet touched her hand, making her squeal and step back so suddenly that she almost fell. Looking down she saw Mingo staring up at her, his amber eyes glistening brightly in the circle of light from the nearby lamp. He licked her fingers and she felt his warm breath on her arm. Then Joe stepped into view and turned off his flashlight. “Do you know why they call it Spirit Lake?” Do you know why they call it Spirit Lake? Those had been the first words he had said to her months ago, when she’d encountered him for the first time here on this very dock. He moved closer, taking it slow, his posture relaxed, his dark bottomless gaze riveted on her. Mingo, as though sensing that the mood had shifted, stepped aside. Erica’s skin felt hot and she could hear her pulse pounding in her ears. The need for him, held at bay for so many months, broke free, yet she stifled the urge to fly into his arms. She wanted those arms 43

Echoes of the Past around her, pulling her close, and heaven knows she needed to feel his desire pressing urgently into her own flesh, yet something held her back. I want him to be the one. I want him to sweep me off my feet. I need that from him. “Same pick-up line, I see,” she finally managed, when he stopped just inches from her. “It worked the first time,” he responded, his voice husky. She could see the muscles just above his jawline flexing ever so slightly. She could also smell the musky maleness of him, and all of a sudden it didn’t seem to matter to her who made the first move. She took the step at the same moment he did and then she was in his embrace, her breasts pressing against the solid wall of his chest, her abdomen flush with the hardness in his groin. His lips found hers urgently and he thrust his tongue inside of her mouth, exploring, probing, deeper and deeper. She savored the taste of him as she ran her hands down his back to his buttocks. She pulled his hips closer, wrapping one of her legs around his outer thigh. The desire for him was all-consuming, wiping every other thought from her mind. One of his hands found her breast and she moaned as his fingers squeezed at the nipple, drawing it out to a fine hard point. The wail ripped through the air, deep, full of rage and something else not quite discernible. Erica jumped. Joe pulled back. 44

Audra Cole “What the hell!” he exclaimed, rushing across the dock in the direction of the commotion. Erica followed with Mingo on her heels. Soon the dog pulled ahead as the trio rushed up the hill toward the inn. They found Paula in the garden, wide-eyed and pale. Erica hurried to her. “My God, what happened? Are you hurt?” When she didn’t answer, Joe asked, “Is she in shock?” “What happened, Paula? Why did you scream?” Erica insisted, shaking her a little. Then Paula seemed to snap out of it. She turned and looked at them. “I was exploring the grounds. This garden seemed…there was…something drew me here.” “I’ll check the area,” Joe told them, turning to go. But Paula’s voice stopped him in his tracks. “There was someone else here…something else. I heard crying, then…” “What?” Erica took hold of Paula’s arms, holding tight. Finally, Paula met Erica’s gaze. “That scream. It wasn’t mine.” **** They searched the garden, the hill, the nearby shoreline to no avail. Finally they went back to the inn. 45

Echoes of the Past Erica found the warm cheeriness of Evelyn’s country kitchen a welcome relief after the tension of the past hour. Paula brewed coffee while Erica put the finishing touches on dinner. “I’m checking this place out, top to bottom,” Joe had pronounced once they were inside. Then, with Mingo in tow, he left them there. When he returned twenty minutes later, Erica looked at him expectantly, but Paula simply continued with the task of tossing the salad. “Nothing?” Erica asked. “All clear,” he replied. They sat down at the kitchen table, Joe and Erica side-by-side, Paula across from them. Over dinner, which consisted of baked salmon, rice pilaf and salad, Paula told them exactly what she’d heard in the garden. When she was finished, Erica said, “I’ve heard the wind whipping through those trees, it can sound like cats in heat or a woman moaning or just about anything else that you can think of.” Paula’s raised eyebrow signaled Erica that she wasn’t buying that theory. “It wasn’t the wind. And it wasn’t my imagination. In fact there wasn’t a breeze until after…” Her voice trailed off. Joe, whose attention had been on Erica for most of the meal and whose hand had wandered to her thigh many times, now seemed interested in what Paula had to say. “After what?” His voice had a sharp edge. 46

Audra Cole Paula blinked several times before replying, “Something touched my cheek.” Erica sat up a little straighter in her chair. “What touched you? When?” Then Erica could see her friend shut down. She’d known Paula a long time. She didn’t take well to being interrogated, and she had no tolerance for ridicule. “Never mind. I’m just overtired. I need to go to my room and unwind.” With that she got up and began to clear the table. Erica rose too. “You look exhausted. Go on up. Joe and I will take care of these.” Joe didn’t seem too enthused, Erica noted, but he didn’t protest. After a quick clean up of the kitchen, they left Mingo snoozing peacefully on the braided rug near the back door and headed toward the parlor. As they crossed the foyer, Joe’s hand brushed against hers and she felt her pulse quicken a little. Just walking next to him, feeling his body heat against her arm reawakened the desire she’d felt for him earlier on the dock. But all of a sudden she felt awkward in his presence. Should I make a move? Will he? She debated telling him about the incident earlier in the day with the vase of flowers, but decided against it. He’d just think she was letting her imagination run wild. Besides, everything was in order now. Except the wild beating of her heart, that is. There was only one lamp on in the parlor and it 47

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Audra Cole his belt resisted her efforts and his zipper refused to cooperate. Then he was helping her, his hands moving to the belt and undoing it with surprising ease. With shaking hands she slid the zipper down, freeing his penis. She grabbed it, relishing the feel of it in her hand as hot jism bubbled over the top and ran down between her fingers. Stepping out of his jeans, he kicked them aside. He had much less trouble divesting Erica of her pants as he effortlessly unsnapped them and slid them down over her hips. When she was clad only in her white bikini panties, Joe picked her up and carried her to the antique sofa on the other side of the room. As they passed the grand piano, her eyes fell on the picture of Chenoa, Evelyn’s daughter, Joe’s old flame, and she felt her heart sink for a second. Then Joe was lowering her to the couch, kneeling beside her and kissing the area just above her pubic hair, and she forgot everything but the feel of his lips as they found their way between her thighs. Sliding the silky undergarment down, he devoured her with his mouth, finding her clit and working it with his tongue, then lightly running the edges of his teeth over it. She arched her back and tangled her fingers in his hair, drawing his head closer. Her legs encircled him, locking him in as he cupped her ass in his hands and held her fast. “I need to feel you inside of me.” She clenched her teeth together as she felt the first wave of release hit 49

Echoes of the Past her. The orgasm sent sparks of light dancing behind her eyelids. She called his name, moving her hips in a wild motion that caused the sofa to scoot on the hardwood floor. He pulled back from her and lowered them both to the floor. She straddled him and his strong hands held her hips up just above his cock. She looked down, saw the honey dripping there and longed to close her mouth around him, to drink in all if it. As though reading her mind, he gently rested her behind on his upper thighs. His voice was low, husky as he said, “It’s all I’ve thought about for months.” Erica took him in her mouth, savoring the salty taste of his juices, nearly gulping them down her throat. She ran her tongue up the veined shaft, licking, sucking, treating it as though it was a delicious Popsicle. She raised her gaze to look at him, to see the pleasure in his face. She wanted to watch his expression as she brought him over the brink. The shadow that moved across the wall made her jump but it was the face that was in the window that made her scream and leap to her feet.

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Echoes of the Past “You think I imagined it, don’t you?” Erica asked Joe, once they were alone. He came to her and pulled her close. She found comfort in that, and put her face against his muscular chest, listening to the strong, steady beating of his heart. “I’ll talk to Greg Novak tomorrow about getting some patrols up here at night. They should be doing that anyway,” he told her. **** Erica awoke drenched in sweat, her heart thundering in her ears. She sat up, straining to see in the darkness. The dream had been so vivid. She’d been running through the woods, danger at her heels, fear coursing through her veins, her breath forming vapor streams in the chilly night air. The shouts behind her were almost primeval, yet the footfalls were heavy, purposeful. They were gaining on her, drawing closer. She just couldn’t seem to run fast enough no matter how hard she tried. Then she felt it, the first stinging of the weapon, just above her right shoulder blade. She tried to cry out in pain, but no sound came from her parched throat. The second blow caught her at the base of the neck and she felt the numbness set in, sliding down her spine as it took all feeling with it. She was dying. This was what it felt like to just slip away. The dream had left her in peace as awareness slid from her grasp, but the awakening had brought about 54

Audra Cole a full-scale panic attack. Erica reached over, turned on the bedside lamp, threw back the covers and ran from the room. Down the stairs she flew and into the parlor, where she found Joe sitting in one of the antique chairs, newspaper settled into his lap, head down on his chest. Again panic seized her and she rushed to him, grabbing his arm. “No! Joe!” The term ‘came out swinging’ took on a whole new meaning as Joe grasped her wrists and wrestled her to the floor. Once she was pinned there, he placed a forearm forcefully against her throat. Then, as he seemed to realize who it was, he blinked several times, released her and rolled away. “Christ, Erica! What the hell are you doing?” “I…had a nightmare…I thought you were…I couldn’t tell if you were breathing…” she stammered, sobbing now. Joe pulled her into his embrace and smoothed her hair. “I must have fallen asleep. Some guard I am.” Mingo chose that moment to trot into the room, yawning widely and shaking himself. “Back to the kitchen!” Joe commanded, his voice almost harsh. The dog retreated at once and Erica pulled away from Joe. “It’s not his fault…” she began then stopped, suddenly too tired to argue. “I want him at the back door,” Joe told her. “Now, what happened?” “A nightmare. I was being chased through the woods. I felt the pain…the blow that killed me…” 55

Echoes of the Past Joe tilted her chin up and gazed into her eyes. “You’re very much alive. It was just a dream. You’re safe now.” She leaned against him, then slid her arms around his neck, nestling her face against his shoulder. “I don’t want to go back up there alone.” “Then don’t go. Stay here and finish what you started earlier today.” Erica pulled away and stood up. “Not here.” She held out her hand and he took it, getting to his feet. The bedroom was cold and Erica shivered, then went to the thermostat near the armoire. It was set at seventy degrees. How can that be? It doesn’t feel like it’s above fifty in here? Then Joe was behind her, slipping his bare arms around her waist, his lips nibbling at the nape of her neck and she forgot about the cold. She leaned back, feeling his hard cock against the small of her back. He was naked. “You trying to start without me?” She pushed back further and smiled with satisfaction as his penis twitched under the pressure. Then she felt the jism, hot and thick, as it seeped through her silk nightie. “I missed you,” he said, his voice husky, his hands slipping the straps of the gown down over her shoulders. He carried her to the bed, lay her down on the rumpled sheets, then kissed her with an intensity that left little doubt that he was telling the truth. His hands sought out her breasts, coaxing her nipples as she felt the pleasure wash over her, heating her cunt 56

Audra Cole with a fire that only one thing could extinguish. He was hard, hot to the touch, and she began pumping wildly as the passion he had aroused earlier surged through her once again “I need you. Don’t stop that, more, harder,” she panted, barely able to have a coherent thought. Then his lips were making their way down to her triangle and she felt his tongue exploring, lapping at the liquid flowing there. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She felt like she was going to explode inside, as he again brought her to the brink then withdrew. Joe sat up and looked down at her, his face somber, his eyes glassy with passion about to be released. Erica craved the taste of his pre-cum on her lips. As though reading her thoughts, Joe rolled onto his back and pulled her head to his groin. She took him into her mouth, filling herself up with him, letting her tongue dart up one side of his shaft, across the top and down the other. Joe thrust his hips forward, raising them off the bed, holding her head in place as though fearful she would pull away. She ached to have him inside of her, yet felt reluctant to give up the delicious taste of him, so she found her clit with her own fingers and manipulated it. Suddenly, strong hands were under her arms, lifting her into the air. With her breasts now just inches from his face, Joe directed, “Ride me.” And she did. Straddling him, she drove herself 57

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Audra Cole flight. “This is awesome!” Paula gasped, her gaze sweeping the place, then turning toward the picture, “Breathtaking! They are such majestic birds. Who painted it?” Erica had never thought to ask that. Now she found her curiosity piqued, too. But Joe was already headed toward the back of the restaurant, pushing open the door to the kitchen. “Do you know?” Paula asked Erica. Erica shook her head. “Maybe Cal knows.” Paula smiled. “Oh, yes, Joe’s tall, mysterious partner. Can’t wait to meet that one,” she said, her voice tinged with a little sarcasm. Just as Erica was about to say don’t be so quick to judge, the kitchen door swung open and Joe came back, followed by a tall, lean man who also had the bronzed skin of a Native American. His hair was as black as Joe’s and, like Joe, he still wore it pulled back tightly at the nape of his neck. His deep brown gaze swept over her then landed on Paula. “Oh, my,” Paula said in a whisper just loud enough for Erica to hear. “Here’s your artist,” Joe commented, winking at Erica and motioning for the duo to join them. Cal Motega stepped behind the bar and placed both palms on its glossy surface as though waiting for them to place their orders. “Glad you’re back, Erica. Joe’s been like a mountain lion with a toothache since you left.” Paula was the first to settle on one of the bar stools. 61

Echoes of the Past “How about some coffee? I smell it brewing.” Erica took a stool, but Joe remained standing just behind her, his hand resting lightly on her back in a gesture of intimacy she welcomed. “So, you painted the picture of that eagle above the door?” Paula continued, leaning toward Cal as he served her the coffee and then poured a mug for himself. Cal nodded in answer to the question, then asked “You two?” He held the pot out toward Erica and Joe. Joe shook his head. “I need to show Erica something in the kitchen.” He quickly took her arm and propelled her out of her seat and onto her feet. Erica couldn’t be sure, since Joe was hustling her off so fast, but she could have sworn she heard Paula breathe a sigh of relief. **** Once they were in the kitchen, Erica waved toward the cook, who was frying something on the grill. Joe sat down at the little table where they’d shared their first lunch together months ago and motioned her into the seat opposite him. “Manny will fix us something. We can eat in here.” “Why are we hiding in the kitchen like two fugitives?” Erica asked, raising an eyebrow. Joe leered across the table at her. “Maybe I want to be alone with you.” Erica threw a glance Manny’s way. “But we’re not alone,” she said in a mock conspiratorial tone. 62

Audra Cole She could have sworn she saw his cheeks redden just a little, but she couldn’t be sure. “You know what I think? I think this has more to do with leaving Cal and Paula alone, than us being alone.” Joe accepted two steaming mugs of coffee from Manny and put one in front of Erica. He sipped at the other slowly. “Okay, you caught me.” “Joe Lakota, the matchmaker,” Erica said with a grin. “Who would have thought it?” “Cal is a good friend and deserves some happiness. God knows he’s had enough…” Erica saw Joe’s face cloud over as his words trailed off. “What, Joe? What’s he had enough of?” Then, just as suddenly, his expression changed and he smiled across the table at her. “Never mind. Let’s concentrate on us. I’d like to kiss you all over.” Erica, in the middle of taking another sip of her coffee, sputtered as it caught in her throat, going down the wrong way. Joe’s comment had caught her so by surprise that she found herself hacking into her napkin as she tried to get her breath. “Sorry,” he said, jumping to his feet and coming around the table. He patted her several times on her back, then let his hand slip down to her buttocks, where he briefly pinched at the flesh there. “Ouch!” she squealed, then covered her mouth with her hand as Manny threw them a questioning look. “Everything okay, boss?” the cook called across the stainless steel counter that separated them. Joe’s grin, as he continued to fondle her ass, or 63

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Audra Cole “Order up!” Manny called and a waitress came barreling through the swinging door. And the spell was broken. For now. **** “How long have you and Joe owned this place?” Paula asked, as she sipped her coffee. “I bought it in 1995. But it has quite a history. It was a speakeasy during prohibition.” “No way!” Cal nodded, obviously warming to the subject. “Built in 1919. The original owners were a squirrelly pair named Phil and Drury Mapes. Brothers. Tales have been told about Al Capone visiting here.” “I knew this place had a colorful past the minute I walked in!” Paula exclaimed, then stopped, reluctant to bring up the subject of her intuitive powers. But Cal was smiling. “Ghosts of the past?” Paula shook her head. “More like echoes of the past. Go on, I want to hear more.” Cal continued, “The Mapes boys sold it in 1934 to a fringe mob guy named Vince Keller. He turned it into a gambling den with high stakes poker games. Now, there’s where the killing comes in. Seems there was an argument over a hand of poker that resulted in one of the players being shot dead.” “I’m not surprised to hear that.” “Right. Well, anyway, in 1950, it was sold to George Kling, a wannabe musician who ran it as a club featuring swing music and dancing until he died. 65

Echoes of the Past Then a real estate mogul named Mitch Wells bought it, and it was a restaurant again with live entertainment, whatever the flavor of the year was; rock and roll, blues, country, you name it, they had it. When Wells died, his son, a little twerp named Jeremy, decided disco was here to stay and put in some of those damned revolving mirror balls and a lighted dance floor. Hired a disc jockey, too.” “I remember disco. My parents were all over it,” Paula groaned. Personally she was a Nora Jones fan and loved smooth jazz. She’d have to remember to ask Cal what he liked, music-wise, that is. “Jeremy was a terrible businessman and failed to see the end of the disco fad coming. By 1988 he was bankrupt. Place sat empty from 1989 to 1991 while Jeremy held out for that land deal that would make him rich. In the meantime, he moved to Florida. I guess he finally realized he wasn’t going to make a killing and leased the place to a marketing firm until 1995, when they also went out of business.” “Is that when you bought it?” Cal nodded. “Got a government loan. Seems us Native Americans were entitled to something after all. Joe bought in four years later, 1999.” “You do a good business, I assume.” Paula looked toward the door as a group of men and women entered. They were laughing and waved Cal’s way. He waved back. “We get by. That’s all I need.” The kitchen door swung open and a young blond with a bouncy step came out carrying two plates of 66

Audra Cole food and went to one of the tables. “That’s Jenny,” Cal told her, then asked, “You like old movies?” The question caught her so off-guard that just stared at him. “You don’t like movies?” That broke the spell and Paula stammered, “I do…I mean yes…the older the better.” Oh, man! The older the better? Did that stupid comment actually come out of my mouth? “There’s a theater in Du Bois that plays classics. This week it’s High Noon. We could go, if you have time.” A western. Paula hated westerns. But what she said aloud was, “That would be great. I love westerns!”

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Echoes of the Past overwhelming feeling that she was not alone in the room. **** Paula double-checked the menu against the supplies and was finally satisfied that they had enough food to make breakfast for the next three or four days. She’d go shopping tomorrow if their guests made any special requests. Holding the reservation cards, she noted that the first couple due to arrive were the Carters, Edgar and Mimi. In her mind, Paula tried to imagine what they would look like. She pictured Edgar as a dead ringer for Mr. Roper on the old sitcom, Three’s Company for some reason, and Mimi as an egg-shaped woman with an overly made up face. It said on the card that Edgar Carter was retired but didn’t say from what. They lived in St. Petersburg, Florida according to the information she had. Idly, she wondered what was bringing them up here. The Ryans were due to arrive later that afternoon. Charles and Lisa. Charles was listed as an investment broker, whatever that meant and Lisa apparently had no profession. Charles would be stuffy, of course, and Lisa would be a country club wife with perfectly coiffed hair and well manicured nails. Snobs. Well, we’ll see how close I am, Paula thought with a smile as the entered the parlor for a final inspection. Again, her thoughts returned to Cal Motega. The first thing she’d noticed about him, aside from his 70

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Audra Cole But Joe interrupted her with, “Put them up in your bedroom. They’re from me to you.” **** Paula stood in front of the dresser in her room, looking at herself in the beveled mirror. She’d changed into a pair of tan slacks and turquoise blouse for the arrival of the guest—something a little more sedate than her normal attire. First impressions. Hair up or down? Down, she finally decided, finger combing it until it fell in wavy ribbons around her face and onto her shoulders. Her mother used to call her ‘gypsy girl’ because of her coloring and her thick black tresses. “And you’ve also got the gift,” she’d told her over and over. The gift. What a strange way to describe something so illusive, so inexplicable. Paula remembered a lecture she’d once attended on the subject of psychics and other phenomenon. The lecturer, who of course was hawking his latest book on the subject, said that everyone had psychic abilities, but that only a few had the courage to recognize and develop them. The minute she’d walked into this house, she’d felt the centuries peel away like the skin of an onion, revealing in her mind those who had come before. Like a collage, they’d paraded before her in fastforward and she’d been rooted to the spot on the doorstep, unable to move or even think. Then, just as quickly, they were gone. This house was alive with them, even though they 73

Echoes of the Past were not. **** “Company gone?” Paula asked Erica when they met in the upstairs hallway. Erica smiled. “I made him leave. But he did come bearing gifts.” She held out the bouquet, which was now in a cut crystal vase. Paula eyed the arrangement. “Hmmm, red. A sign of passion and love.” “I didn’t know you were an expert on the meaning of roses,” Erica jibed, walking toward her bedroom. Paula followed. “Cal asked me out this morning.” Erica stopped and faced her friend. “You’re going, of course.” “I told him I would.” “But…” Paula shrugged. “I just don’t want to start something I might not be able to finish, that’s all.” Erica put the vase on her dresser, then faced Paula and took hold of her arms, staring her straight in the eye. “This isn’t like you. You’re not the kind of person who shrinks away from life. Nothing is certain, so if life’s going to kick you in the ass, at least have some fun along the way. Remember who said that to me a few months ago?” Paula chuckled and her face seemed to clear. “Your memory is too good.” Erica ignored the comment and went on, “Now, I know you’re not one of those do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do 74

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Echoes of the Past floor. “But it was fine when I went into the parlor a few minutes ago!” she blurted, tears suddenly stinging her eyes. Paula swept into the foyer talking as she walked, “I think we’re ready to wow our arrivals with our wonderful innkeeping abilities… Whoa, what happened?” Water from the container now pooled on the tabletop. “That will ruin the wood,” Erica cried, rushing toward the kitchen for a towel. Paula passed her in the doorway and when Erica came back into the foyer, she found her friend picking up the remnants of the ruined piece. “Who did this?” Erica wondered aloud, her voice trembling. But Paula seemed transfixed, holding one of the gourds in her hand, and didn’t answer. Then she suddenly dropped it and got up. Her gaze, when it met Erica’s, was full of something she’d never seen there before—fear. “What is it? What’s wrong?” Erica asked, alarmed. “There’s death here,” Paula finally said, her voice sounding small and strained. **** Erica replaced the defunct flowers with the artificial arrangement that had originally been on the table. At least if it got spilled, there would be no wet mess to clean up. Then she called Joe. He sounded breathless and in 76

Audra Cole a hurry. “I was just going to call you,” he said, sounding rushed. “I’m trying to round up Mingo. He was closed up inside all morning and now he doesn’t want to come back in. I can’t find him anywhere. Look, I have to go over to Hartsburg. Seems something’s been vandalizing campsites. Hysterical campers claim it’s a bear.” “Well, I’m no camper and that’s one reason why.” Erica unconsciously looked out the back door toward the woods, as though expecting to see one of the big creatures emerge. What she did see was Mingo, running like the wind up the hill toward the back door. “I can’t solve the bear problem for you, but I can help you out with Mingo. He’s pawing at my back door as we speak,” “Great,” Joe grumbled. “He can stay here. He’s no trouble.” “I want him with me. I’ll swing by and pick him up.” “Oh, do wolves track bears?” Erica asked with a chuckle.

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Echoes of the Past The rest of the comment was lost to static. Then the line went dead. Erica waited for a few moments to see if Evelyn called back, but when the phone didn’t ring, she went back to the table to finish her soda. **** It was nearly four-thirty when the front door opened just as Erica was crossing the foyer to go into the parlor. A slender blond man of medium height wearing a tan trench coat stepped inside and looked around. He was carrying an attaché case in one hand and a cell phone in the other. The phone trilled to life and he quickly put it to his ear. “Talk to me. No. I told you I can’t…I’m tied up for at least…” The man listened for a minute, then barked, “Just handle it!” With that, he pushed a button on the phone and slipped the instrument into his coat pocket. He looked at Erica. She smiled. He did not return the smile. “Charles Ryan. My wife, who should be inside by now, and I have a reservation.” “Welcome, Mr. Ryan…” Erica began. She was interrupted by the entrance of a darkhaired woman who seemed more than tense. At second glance, Erica noticed the coppery skin tone and the chiseled features. Native American blood, definitely. The woman took off her trench coat, which was almost a duplicate of the man’s, and looped it over 82

Audra Cole her arm. She had large breasts and the rounded, voluptuous figure that had been so popular back in the fifties. A Marilyn Monroe figure. Charles Ryan glanced in the woman’s direction. “This is my wife, Lisa, who graciously decided to join us. I guess I’ll get the bags. I don’t see any bellboys around here.” He picked up the three suitcases and trudged up the stairs. “It was your idea to come here, Charles. I’d rather be at the Hyatt in Du Bois!” she called after him. Then she turned and glared at Erica. “I need a shower. Shouldn’t you be showing Charles where our room is? I suppose a private bath is too much to hope for.”

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Echoes of the Past fairly moderate for this time of year, but the nights were getting pretty chilly. If there was a problem with the heating in this place, she’d better find it out now, so she could call a repairman before winter really set in. The minute she walked into the room, she knew she wasn’t going to find anything wrong with the thermostat. She checked the unit on the wall. The temperature read seventy degrees. The air felt warm and comfortable. She made a mental note to check it tonight right before the Carters retired for the evening. When she returned downstairs, she found the dining room empty. She cleared the table, carrying the dirty dishes to the kitchen, where Paula stood looking out the back door. “I don’t think Lisa Ryan is going to have breakfast,” Erica said idly, still thinking about the yellow room. “She didn’t strike me as a morning person.” Paula seemed distracted and Erica went to stand beside her. “What’s so interesting?” “Charles Ryan.” Erica saw him now. He was on the dock, sitting on one of the benches, writing something and talking on his cell phone. “I suppose a bench by a lake is as good a makeshift office as any. He’s obviously a workaholic,” Erica commented. Paula went back to the sink and began wiping it down. “Don’t forget, tonight is the night I go to the 86

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Echoes of the Past They chatted for a few more minutes until the ringing of the phone called Erica away. It was Joe. He was still in Hartsburg. “I’m stuck until this evening. How’s it going there?” he asked. “Tense. The Carters are all right, but the Ryans…she’s a piece of work, and he’s anxious to show everyone how busy he is.” “Paula holding up?” “She’s doing maid and cook service this morning. I’m schmoozing. In a minute I’ll be cleaning the bathroom.” Joe chuckled. “Well, you can always come join me in the wild kingdom. We could stay over.” “Is your sleeping bag big enough for two?” “Nope. That’s why it would be so much fun.” “Did you find your bear?” Erica asked, chuckling. “No bear. But something is tearing things up. I’m betting on some sort of feline, maybe a mountain lion. While I’m out this way, I’m going to check on some other sites that are part of my territory.” “Well, I guess I’ll be alone for dinner, then. Paula has a date with Cal.” “High Noon.” “So she says.” “She like westerns?” “Hates them. But then, I doubt if the movie is what she’s interested in.” ****

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Echoes of the Past little uncomfortable under Edgar’s hard gaze. Erica moved to the refrigerator and got the water, handing it to Edgar. She hoped he’d leave, but instead he stepped toward the chief. “I think I know you. You look familiar. Have we met?” Greg cleared his throat. “I don’t think so. I’m Greg Novak, chief of police around here.” Erica noticed that although Greg seemed cordial enough, he did not come across the room and extend a hand for Edgar to shake. Edgar studied Greg for another moment, then said, “I guess I was mistaken.” With that he turned and left the room. “How odd,” Erica said as she watched Edgar’s retreating form. A few seconds later, she heard the front door open and close. “I have one of those faces, I guess,” the chief said with a shrug. Turning to go, he added, “You need anything, just call.” **** At eleven-thirty, when Lisa Ryan finally put in an appearance, Mimi was in the kitchen talking to Paula and Erica about her life with Edgar and their upcoming sojourn into town for lunch at the Eagle Hill Cafe. “No coffee?” Lisa grumbled, her voice edged with disdain. “How about a nice cup of tea?” Mimi offered, jumping up to play hostess. 90

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Audra Cole scrape just above her elbow. “Looks like she snagged herself on something. I’ll get the first aid kit.” Paula said, leaving the room. She returned shortly and they cleaned and bandaged the scratch. “Get out! I’m calling my husband right now! We’re out of here. I don’t know what kind of games you two are playing, but…just get out!” Lisa screamed, pulling the robe tighter around her body. Paula shook her head and went downstairs, but Erica lingered outside the bedroom doorway while Lisa placed her call. “I want to go home. I’m not staying here. Something grabbed me in the shower…it touched me…cold….I cut myself….” There was a short silence, then Lisa said, “I am not hysterical! Get back here, Charles. I want to leave. Now!” Another silence was followed by, “Then I’ll go by myself. You can stay, I’m not!” All at once the door was pulled open and Lisa stood glaring at Erica. “Spying, too? Do you always listen at doorways?” she demanded. Erica assessed her calmly. “Just why are you here?” She got a lot of inner satisfaction from the stunned look on Lisa’s face. “You’re obviously not on vacation, and you’ve made it clear from the beginning you don’t want to be here. So, I’ll ask again, why did you come?” “How dare you speak to me like that! I don’t have to answer your questions. But I’m sure the Better 93

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Audra Cole something else she couldn’t quite distinguish. But she knew she liked it. It had been a long time since she’d been with a man, except in professional situations. She felt a little awkward, truthfully. He went to a small, Pullman-style kitchen situated beside the living room, which she now realized had once probably been part of a wrap-around porch. When she mentioned that, he nodded. “They put up a wall over there,” he pointed to their left. The staircase to the upstairs apartment is on the other side. My bedroom is at the back, in what was the original kitchen. He rejoined her in the living room, while the coffee brewed. She hadn’t gone into the narrow kitchen, but she glanced that way and noticed that the appliances were older, but looked well maintained. It was obvious that Cal was a decent housekeeper. She scanned her surroundings. The floors were hardwood, dark and highly polished, the walls painted a pale blue. The furniture was sturdy and dark, probably walnut. There was an easy chair that looked comfortable and well worn, obviously Cal’s favorite place to sit. But it was the other pictures that drew her attention, and she began walking around the room, studying each one in turn. The first was of a group of Native Americans gathered around a campfire. Their wizened faces seemed ready to come to life in the glow of the flames. “A tribal council. Those are the chiefs,” Cal explained. Next she went to a painting of a settlement that 97

Echoes of the Past showed a long structure totally unlike the teepees and tents usually associated with such communities. It depicted tribe members going about their daily chores: the men skinning a deer, the women cooking over an open fire, children playing in the dirt. “What is that?” she asked, pointing to the building. Cal stood behind her, his body almost touching hers as he explained. “It’s a longhouse. Farming tribes built them to house all the members of the family. It wasn’t unusual to find up to twenty or more families, which were all related, usually through the mother’s side, living there. They all belonged to the same clan, of course. I guess you’d call it an extended family by today’s standards. They worked together to make their living.” “Sounds like a commune to me,” Paula observed, looking over her shoulder at him. He smiled. “Yeah, I guess you could put it that way.” She moved on to the next painting, which was totally bereft of people. Then she recognized the landscape. It was the hill where the inn now sat and below it the lake, only the dock wasn’t there, just the woods surrounding it. “I see you recognize it,” Cal observed. “Is it true it was a burial mound?” Paula asked. Cal’s hands now rested lightly on her shoulders. When had he put them there? She wasn’t sure, but it felt good. No, it was more than that, it felt natural. Like they belonged there. “That story has circulated since I can remember, 98

Audra Cole but there’s no proof.” “Surely there are records somewhere.” “The Hartsburg historical society has volumes of records going back to the 1700s, but I’ve never bothered to go looking. Most of what I know about my own ancestors comes from stories handed down through the generations, and they don’t mention it.” “There’s no local historical society?” Cal shook his head. “Combined them years ago. Financial reasons, Hartsburg had more funds available and the one here was dying.” Paula smelled the aroma emanating from the kitchen. “Hazelnut coffee?” “Thought you might like it,” he told her. He withdrew his hands, and she suddenly missed his touch. “My favorite. How did you know?” “Psychic,” he quipped. They drank their coffee at the small drop-leaf table in the dining room and talked some more. She loved the sound of his voice—deep, resonant, masculine. She’d chosen her outfit carefully for this evening. The skirt was chamois of a rich deep tan, and hit her just below the knees. She had shapely calves, or at least she’d been told that, so she wanted to make sure he saw them. No hose. She had a good tan. Her shirt was emerald green, with three quarter length sleeves and a scoop neck that hugged her ample breasts, showing just enough cleavage to be enticing but not slutty. At least that’s what Erica had told her before Cal picked her up. Of course there was an abundance of jewelry, including a pair of gold double loop 99

Echoes of the Past earrings with the smaller loops hanging inside the larger ones. Cal offered her cookies; she declined. “Got to keep my girlish figure, you know. At least what’s left of it.” “Your figure looks just fine to me, at least what I can see of it,” he countered, eyeing her with a little more intensity than his tone indicated. Paula knew that at that moment, the tone for the rest of the evening would either be casual and friendly or very friendly, it was up to her. Cal had effectively put the ball in her court to make that decision. “I like you, Cal. A lot. It would be very easy right now to…” Cal got up, came around the table and pulled her to her feet and into his arms, kissing her soundly. The minute she felt his body against hers, his tongue probing her mouth, she forgot her little ‘let’s start out slowly and see what happens’ speech. His chest felt hard and taut against her breasts as her nipples sprang to attention. She wasn’t sure exactly when his knee went between her quivering thighs, but she welcomed it, enjoying the sensations as she moved her pelvis up and down. She held him tight, arms around his neck, abdomen pressed against his groin. She felt him grow there, felt the bulge of his erection as it blossomed. Praying that he wouldn’t break the embrace, she was elated when she felt his hands move down to her ass. Then he was kissing her neck, moving slowly, languidly, licking, nipping, tasting her as he went. She loved it. It felt so good. A shiver raced up her 100

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Echoes of the Past Then he returned the favor, licking at her clit until the swelled nub pulsed and the orgasm began. One of many, she knew, as Cal pulled her on top of him and entered her with a force that took her breath away. **** Erica was in the kitchen at a little after nine o’clock that evening when Charles Ryan entered the room. She had to admit he was a good looking man, and he obviously took care of himself. He was wearing an oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing muscular arms. That, combined with a healthy tan, told Erica that he spent a good amount of time at a gym or spa. “I want to apologize to you for my wife’s behavior earlier today. She told me the whole story when I got back. You’ll have to excuse Lisa, she really has quite an imagination and I’m afraid the stories some of her country club friends pumped her full of about old haunted houses…well, need I say more,” he finished with a shrug. She told you her side of the story, I’m sure, Erica thought, as her initial dislike of Lisa Ryan rose up in her again. But, his wife’s behavior wasn’t Mr. Ryan’s fault, so she decided not to say what she was thinking. She’d just made a pot of decaf coffee and offered him a cup. He accepted, joining her at the kitchen table. “This is all new to me, Mr. Ryan…” Erica began. 102

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Echoes of the Past “Plenty,” she said, getting up and pouring him a mug full. He planted himself in the chair next to Erica’s and stared across the table at Charles. “Joe Lakota. I’m the park ranger hereabouts.” “Well, your timing is great. Erica was just saying you might know a little more about the history of this land…” “Could be. Why are you interested?” Joe asked. Erica resumed her seat next to Joe. “I’m a history buff. Love these old places and the stories behind them,” Charles responded. Erica felt a strange energy at work in the room. Two males scoping each other out, circling, watching, evaluating. Tell me they’re not going to have a pissing contest! It was then that the spell was broken as Lisa Ryan flounced into the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks, a look of shock and something Erica equated to horror on her face. Several things happened at once. Joe put his mug of coffee down on the table with a thud and stood up. Lisa gasped and muttered something Erica could have sworn sounded like, “I don’t believe it.” Charles, whose back was to the door turned around and stood up at the sight of his wife standing pale-faced and unsteady behind him. “I…I…Charles…” Lisa stammered, then turned and fled the room. Erica looked at Joe in disbelief as he followed Lisa. “I’m not sure what her problem is. Sorry again,” 104

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Echoes of the Past she realized that she might not know the real Joe Lakota at all. She watched them for the next five minutes, then, when they finally parted company, Lisa trudged up the hill, but instead of coming into the inn, drove away in the Ryan’s sleek, black Lexus. Joe had disappeared along the service road, where he’d undoubtedly parked his Jeep. Were they going to meet somewhere else to continue their…what? Tryst? Affair? What? Mingo was still in the kitchen, sleeping like a contented baby and she decided to leave him there. If Joe wanted to know where he was, he’d have to wait until morning. The Carters had been in their room for a while. Mimi had pronounced, as they’d come in from dinner, that tonight was her favorite television night and she had no intention of being disturbed. Edgar, with several magazines under his arm, had obviously been ready to enjoy a night of reading. “Not much for television myself,” he’d muttered by way of explanation as he’d trudged up the stairs behind his wife. Charles Ryan was nowhere to be found. Had he simply gone to his room? Didn’t the man wonder where his wife went? Wasn’t he curious about her bizarre behavior? Probably used to it by now. I wonder how often he has to go around behind her apologizing for her bad manners and rude comments? It can’t be a pleasant life for him. No wonder he works all the time. 106

Audra Cole Lord knew when Paula would be back, if she came back at all tonight. I hope things are going well with Cal. At least one of us should have some good luck with men. The knock on the front door as she was walking through the foyer, startled Erica and made her jump. She spun around to see Joe peering in one of the door’s glass side panels. “I’ll get Mingo for you, he’s asleep in the kitchen,” she snapped as she opened the door and he stepped inside. He reached for her, but she was too quick and all she felt was his hand brush her upper arm as she turned and walked toward the kitchen. He followed. “We need to talk, Erica.” He kept his voice low, yet the words were clear. Mingo, his ears twitching at the sound of his master’s voice, stretched and stood up. Erica turned and faced him. “Not tonight. I’m tired. Let yourself out, the door will lock behind you. The guests have keys.” And you don’t. With that, she gave Mingo an affectionate pat on the head, brushed past Joe and left the room. She halfway expected him to follow her up the stairs and by the time she reached the top, her heart was hammering in her chest and she found it hard to breathe. But he didn’t, and when she heard the front door softly close and the lock click into place, tears of frustration were making their way down her cheeks.

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Chapter Twelve al had asked her to stay the night, but when she awoke again at one o’clock in the morning after another bout of lovemaking that had left her pleasantly exhausted, yet amazingly refreshed, she told him she’d better get back to the inn. “Erica will need help with breakfast, and I don’t want to come dragging in early in the morning looking like this in front of the guests,” she told him, as she began to gather up her clothing. “You can look like that any time for me. You’re beautiful.” She walked to the bed, where he still sat propped up against a pillow, his body in full view, his erection growing again. “You’re the best thing that has happened to me in a long time, Cal. Let’s not let it slip away.” Even to her own ears, the remark sounded wistful, almost sad, as though she knew it was entirely possible that was exactly what might happen. He pulled her down beside him and kissed her hard, his strong arms tightening around her almost desperately. She felt the power there, felt the passion

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Echoes of the Past behind Edgar. Erica was already halfway down the stairs when she heard Paula squeal, “Oh my God, are you….Oh, shit, don’t be dead!” Mimi Carter lay in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. Paula was leaning over her, shaking her shoulder in an attempt to rouse her. Behind Erica, Edgar gave a expletive and pushed her aside, rushing to his wife. “Mimi! Good Lord, woman, what the hell were you doing?” Erica was beside Edgar in a flash. “Call an ambulance, Paula. Edgar, does she have a pulse?” Edgar was holding Mimi’s wrist with one hand, while he smoothed some errant strands of her hennaed hair out of her eyes with the other. “Yes,” he responded and the relief was evident in his tone. “We shouldn’t move her, she might have broken bones.” Paula came back into the foyer. “They’re on their way.” Erica stood up and looked at Paula as Mimi began to stir and moan. “What happened?” Paula met her gaze. “I don’t know. I came in and she was lying there. But I think it just happened because I heard a loud thud when I was opening the door.” “Wha…wher…Edgar?” Mimi, obviously dazed, tried to get up, but her husband held her firmly in place with one hand. “Lie still, Mother. The paramedics are on the way,” he ordered. “Oh, my arm hurts. Ouch, it hurts! My head!” 110

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Echoes of the Past front door reverberated through the house and both women headed toward the foyer. Erica glanced around the empty space. Paula checked the parlor. Then they went out onto the porch. Nothing. Erica walked to the side of the house and checked the parking lot. No one lingered in the shadows. “Who was that?” Paula scanned the area with worried eyes. “Did one of the Ryans leave? I saw Charles slink back upstairs earlier when the paramedics arrived.” “Beats me. Maybe the front door was ajar and the wind made it slam. I can’t remember if I locked it after they took Mimi away. Everything happened so fast,” Erica replied, then added, “I’m checking the upstairs. I don’t mind telling you, I’m spooked. And what made Mimi fall? There’s a light at the top and bottom of those stairs.” Paula stared at her. “I asked her that when they were loading her into the ambulance. She said she was pushed.” Erica’s mouth fell open, and she felt her stomach do a flip-flop. “By whom?” “Or what,” Paula commented. “Oh, no, you don’t! I don’t want to hear this…”Erica began, then stopped. “You can be in denial if you want, Erica, but Mimi also told me she felt something rush past her. Something cold and clammy. Her words, not mine.” Paula’s jaw was set in a stubborn line, her emerald eyes flashing. 112

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Echoes of the Past coffee, and hot water for tea. OJ also. That should hold our guests, such as they are. When I come back into this kitchen, we’ll talk.” Erica stifled the urge to say, yes ma’am. Instead she went to the back door and looked hopefully toward the dock. For what, she wasn’t sure. “It really is beautiful, but it has a troubled past,” Paula said from behind Erica. “You mean the murder all those years ago?” “That, yes, but there’s more,” Paula replied. Erica turned and followed Paula back into the kitchen. “Such as?” Paula shrugged. “I pick up vibes. You know me.” “I feel like things are spinning out of control,” Erica confided. “Just take a deep breath and calm down. Things have a way of working out. Now, first of all, I called the hospital. Mimi has a fractured wrist and a slight concussion.” Erica groaned, as Paula continued, “She’ll be released later this morning, but she’s forbidden to travel for at least a week, which pretty much knocks out the rest of their vacation for now.” “Okay. It could have been worse. I guess. I mean, she could have been hurt a lot worse. I just don’t understand how it happened.” Charles Ryan chose that moment to interrupt them. Erica appraised him carefully, noting the navy blue suit, white shirt and red tie. He looks like a politician getting ready to give a speech intended to inspire confidence in truth, justice and the American way. 116

Audra Cole “Lisa is still sleeping. I’m afraid I took a sleeping pill last night after all the excitement and didn’t even hear her come in. Did either of you happen to notice?” he asked. Erica exchanged glances with Paula before replying, “It was just as the ambulance took Mimi Carter away. I’m afraid I didn’t look at the clock.” He shrugged as though it really didn’t matter anyway, then said, “Anyway, I wouldn’t count on her for breakfast, which is a shame, because it looks great. I’m afraid I’ll have to grab a muffin and go. I’m heading for Du Bois. I left Lisa a note. I really can’t imagine where she was until so late….” he said, letting the sentence trail off as he departed. I can, Erica thought, recalling the heated exchange between Lisa and Joe yesterday on the dock. “Now, what kind of vacation is this, I wonder, with him running off all the time and her sleeping most of the day away?” Paula asked softly. Erica didn’t reply, but she’d been thinking the same thing. They decided to keep the food warm a while longer, just in case the Carters were hungry when they returned. While Paula started the daily cleaning chores, Erica decided it was time to call Evelyn Black and tell her what had happened. She’d expected Evelyn to be upset, which she was, but she assured Erica that the inn’s liability insurance was sufficient. Then she asked the question Erica had dreaded. 117

Echoes of the Past “What exactly did she say about the fall, about what caused it?” Erica hesitated for a moment trying to decide how much to tell the inn proprietor. “She said she was pushed,” she finally admitted. Evelyn’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Just like me.” But it was Evelyn’s next question that made Erica break out in a cold sweat. “Did she also mention the chill?” **** “That didn’t take long,” Paula said, coming into the kitchen and going to the utility closet to put away the cleaning supplies. Then she stopped. “What’s wrong?” “Evelyn says the inn’s insurance will cover what happened.” “That’s not what took the color out of your face.” “She asked about the fall, then asked if Mimi felt the…chill.” Paula’s eyes glowed with triumph. “See.” Erica’s reply was cut off by a knock at the back door. It was Greg Novak. “I heard about what happened here last night,” he began after waving away their offer of coffee. “Not exactly a criminal matter,” Paula quipped, eyeing the man keenly. Erica could see that something about him had again piqued Paula’s interest. 118

Audra Cole “No, but I get all the ambulance run reports and thought I’d better follow up.” Erica led him into the foyer. “Not much to tell. Mimi Carter, one of our guests, fell in the middle of the night on the stairs.” Paula was hanging back in the kitchen doorway, Erica noticed. “How?” Greg asked. “I don’t know. The stairwell is lit. Maybe she wasn’t paying attention, or…” “Have you talked to Evelyn about her fall?” Paula said suddenly, joining them. Greg spun around and faced her. Erica found herself holding her breath for some reason. “When it happened I talked to the paramedics. I haven’t seen Evelyn since she was taken to the hospital.” “Why not?” Paula countered. “I’m not sure what you mean?” “Well, you’re here now asking about Mimi’s fall, so I guess I wonder why you didn’t do the same when Evelyn fell.” “One fall is an accident. Two falls warrant a second look,” he told her. “Evelyn asked about you this morning when I spoke to her,” Erica said, deciding to diffuse the situation. This seemed to perk the lawman up considerably. “How is she?” Erica eyed him keenly. “Why don’t you call her and find out?” “Or better yet, pay her a visit,” Paula suggested. 119

Echoes of the Past Without responding, Greg left by the back door “Now what the hell was that all about? Is business that slow?” Paula asked, a frown furrowing the place between her eyebrows. “Who knows?” Erica snapped, suddenly feeling even more out of sorts. “He’s a man, that probably explains it.” “Okay, that does it. You’ve been tight as a bowstring all morning. And I doubt it if is because Mimi fell down the stairs. Let’s have it.” Paula said directing Erica into the parlor. She closed the door and sat down on the sofa, patting the cushion next to her. Erica took a seat and told her about the event involving Lisa Ryan and Joe. “And so you’re upset because he talked to one of our guests on the dock?” “There was more to it than that! You didn’t see the look on her face when she came into the kitchen and saw him or the way he reacted. And what would two total strangers have to argue about on the dock just minutes later?” “Did you ask him?” Erica felt her anger dissipate. “No.” “Why not?” Erica shrugged, not quite sure what the answer to that question was. Paula went on, “So call him now and clear the air. What you’re thinking is probably ten times worse than what is really going on.” “I hope so…” Erica began, only to be interrupted 120

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Audra Cole Suddenly the aroma of flowers was so strong it almost made Erica gag. She couldn’t quite place it. Mimosa? Gardenia? No. More like a combination of several, along with something musky. “Do you smell that?” Paula whispered. Erica nodded as she felt the air grow heavy. She tried to move but could not. It was as though her feet were glued to the floor. “It’s right next to you,” Paula’s voice sounded hoarse and her gaze was riveted on a spot just over Erica’s right shoulder. “What?” Erica managed to croak through a throat that felt nearly closed shut. “Who are you?” Paula asked, her voice trembling slightly. Then a sound like the wind whistling through the trees surrounded them and the air became so cold their breath made vapor clouds under their noses. Erica felt something that reminded her of death brush past her. Then she heard a gasp and shone the flashlight that way. Paula was standing still, her body rigid, her eyes closed. Fear curled itself around Erica’s insides as she watched her friend begin to tremble. Suddenly it was gone and the room swam back into focus. The air was once again damp and clammy. The floral smell had dissipated, replaced by a mustiness that made Erica’s stomach recoil. “What was that?” Paula let out something like a moan and opened her eyes. “Let’s get out of here,” was her reply as she 123

Echoes of the Past hurried toward the stairs. Then she grabbed the banister and Erica was afraid she might collapse. “Did you smell it? Flowers. And that wind. There’s no way…”Erica babbled. Once they were safely in the kitchen with the basement door once again locked, Paula turned to Erica. “I felt it. Inside of me. Such sorrow and despair.” Erica led her to a chair. “What is happening here, Paula?” “I told you this place was alive with spirit activity. We just encountered one. And it’s asking for our help.” Paula replied. Not again! Erica’s mind took her back to her previous experience here. “Who is it?” “I don’t know.” “This is just too much!” she exclaimed, feeling shaky all of a sudden. She sat down in the chair next to Paula’s. “What do we do now?” Paula looked at her. “Go back upstairs and check the shower. My guess is that the water is fine now.” And it was. **** Lisa Ryan came downstairs just as Erica finished loading the dishwasher. She didn’t speak or look at her hostess, which gave Erica a chance to observe her closely. She was dressed provocatively in a short black leather skirt and a red scoop-necked knit top. She wore loops in her earlobes and a gold chain 124

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Echoes of the Past her heart immediately leapt into her throat as she watched his easy stride. His body moved with a fluid grace that made her long to feel it against her own. “I heard what happened last night,” he said without preamble. “Small town. Word gets around, I guess.” She knew her tone was cold, but she didn’t care. He owed her an explanation and until she got it… He reached for her, his strong, muscular arms closing around her small waist and pulling her to him. She expected him to kiss her, but he didn’t. Instead he just stared into her eyes, as though searching for something. She wanted to feel his lips on hers, needed the reassurance they offered. But the memory of Lisa Ryan arguing with him on the dock took over and she pulled back. Maybe she should just tell him she saw them. Can’t he figure it out? I mean, when he left like that didn’t he think I’d go looking for him? He was right on my dock, for heaven’s sake. Does he think I’m blind? Or worse yet…stupid? “What’s wrong, Erica?” Joe snapped. “You’ve got something on your mind and I wish you’d just come out with it.” Erica could feel the heat rise in her cheeks, knew they were probably now blazing a bright pink. Anger flared inside of her. How dare he be irritated with her! “I think you’re the one who needs to explain some things, Joe. What is your connection with Lisa Ryan?” She watched as Joe’s eyes narrowed and his jaw 126

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Chapter Fourteen aula entered the Eagle Hill Cafe and stopped short. It was just a little after eleven, but the place was already nearly filled to capacity. She wondered briefly if the late breakfast crowd was overlapping the early lunch bunch. But then all thoughts of the town’s dining dynamics left her mind as she looked across the room and saw Cal standing beside one of the tables. Seated at that table was Lisa Ryan. She was leaning forward across the tabletop, exposing her ample cleavage. While two waitresses scurried to serve the crowd, Cal stood as though transfixed beside Lisa’s table, as she talked, laughed, and stroked his muscular forearm. He’s enjoying every minute of it! What the hell has she got to say that is so damned funny, anyway? I never noticed her rapier wit when she was screeching like a banshee at Erica and me at the inn. Irritation grated inside of Paula as she watched the two talking. Cal smiled at something Lisa said and she leaned even further toward him, exposing more of her breasts. Enough of this, Paula thought as she started across

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Echoes of the Past the floor toward them. Cal saw her first and the silly smile faded quickly from his face. She glared at him then shifted her gaze to Lisa, who was still staring up at him with a sly grin on her face. Predatory, Paula thought as an unpleasant feeling washed over her. “Paula,” Cal said, his voice sort of trailing off as he realized her attention was not on him but on Lisa. “Mind if I join you, Lisa?” Paula asked, sitting down before the woman had a chance to object. “I hate to see one of our guests eating alone. Besides, I feel awful about what happened earlier with the water. Oh, by the way, your husband did leave you a note, right? He said he did. He’s in Du Bois for the day. Is that on business? This must not be much of a vacation for you, with him gone so much of the time.” Then, she looked up at Cal. “I’ll have iced tea…with lemon.” Paula was well aware of Lisa’s glare, but chose to ignore it, along with Cal’s pleading look. Finally he turned his attention back to Lisa and asked, “What would you like?” Lisa looked up at him and Paula followed her gaze. “Coffee, black,” Lisa snapped. When they were alone, Paula put her purse on an empty chair and sat back, staring across the table. It was Lisa who spoke first. “I don’t remember asking you to join me.” Her voice was a little louder than normal and Paula noticed that several heads turned in their direction as though sensing the tension in the air. Paula smiled congenially. “I know, but here I am, 130

Audra Cole all the same.” Lisa glanced sideways toward the bar, where Cal was pouring Paula’s iced tea into a tall glass. “He’s your man, isn’t he? I saw the way you looked at him and the daggers you threw at me.” He gaze slid back across the table to Paula. Ignoring the intended barb, Paula squared her shoulder a little and asked, “So, how is it you know Joe Lakota?” Paula was inwardly satisfied by the other woman’s look of surprise. “Who said I know him?” It was Paula’s turn to smile. “You must. You didn’t ask me who the hell he is.” But Paula’s sense of inner satisfaction was short lived because Lisa’s reaction wasn’t exactly what she’d expected. Instead of going on the defensive, Lisa smirked, then said, “Cal looks like a strong, virile man who needs a woman with some imagination, someone who can…” She leaned back in her chair, “…someone who can make his dick hard with just one touch and keep it that way. Can you do that for him, Paula? Because I know I can…and I think he knows it, too.” Paula felt herself flush with anger as her chest tightened and her stomach knotted. She clenched her hands together tightly on the tabletop, suppressing the urge to strike the other woman and wipe that smug look off her face. Lisa suddenly stood up. “Enjoy your tea, and tell Cal I’ll be seeing him later.” Then she walked slowly toward the door, her hips swaying seductively. 131

Echoes of the Past Paula followed her progress, noting that all the men were looking at her, some of them stopping midsentence to ogle that tight little ass and those slender, shapely legs. Cal returned to the table, carrying the iced tea and coffee on a tray. “Where’s she going?” he asked, glancing in Lisa’s direction. Paula looked up at him scornfully. “If you’re so worried about it, why don’t you go after her and find out!” she snapped, getting to her feet. Since several heads now turned their way, Paula realized she’d raised her voice quite a bit. Lowering it a decibel, she added, “I’m sure she’d like nothing better than…” Her rebuke was cut off as Lisa reached the door and nearly collided with Joe, who was coming in. In that instant, it seemed to Paula that time stood still. At the sight of Lisa, Joe’s expression turned dark and stormy. Lisa must have said something because his eyes narrowed and he grabbed hold of her arm and turned her around, marching her back across the floor, past the spot where she and Cal stood, and into the kitchen. “What the hell…” Cal began. Then they heard raised voices coming from the other side of the swinging door. Cal headed that way without another word. Paula followed. But when they entered the kitchen, only Manny and Jed, the two short order cooks, were there. Manny pointed toward the back door leading into the alley. “They went that-a-way.” “Yeah, and did Joe ever have a look in his eye,” Jed 132

Audra Cole added with relish. Cal and Paula exchanged glances. It was Paula who finally spoke. “Do you have any idea what is going on?” Cal shook his head. He was studying her with an intense look on his face. “But I’m not worried about that right now. I want to set some things straight with you.” Paula bit back her reply as Cal took her arm and steered her to a table in the corner of the kitchen. Once they were seated opposite each other, he began. “What was that little display all about out front?” Paula felt a brief surge of irritation but pushed it down as she launched into an explanation, which included telling him about Lisa Ryan’s antics over the past couple of days. She ended by telling Cal about the scene Erica had witnessed between Joe and Lisa on the dock. Cal stared at her thoughtfully. “So what’s your take on it?” he finally asked. Paula sighed, beginning to relax now that the conversation was centering on Lisa and Joe and not her own flare-up of jealousy. “She claims to have felt things, seen things. And the water was icy cold for no reason, then returned to normal just like that.” She snapped her fingers for emphasis. His eyebrow shot up skeptically. Paula wanted to tell him about the incident in the basement, but knew he’d probably scoff, putting it down to two emotional females with overactive 133

Echoes of the Past imaginations. “I’ve sensed a lot of…unexplained activity. And don’t look at me that way. You’re Native American, belief in spirits is a big part of your heritage. You should know better than to dismiss what I’m saying so quickly.” She felt her cheeks burn with anger. He really was the most insufferable man. And she didn’t like the way his gaze seemed to bore into her, and that stubborn jaw…then she realized that he was smiling. “What are you grinning at?” “You. What really bothers you about Lisa Ryan, anyway? It’s not that she’s a lousy guest, I’ll bet." “She’s rude and obnoxious. She’s been hell on wheels since they arrived. I don’t see how poor Charles puts up with her. And the way she flaunts herself around, like some hoochie-koochie mama…” Cal let out a chuckle, then got up, went to her and pulled her up into his arms. “You know, woman, if I didn’t know better I’d swear you were jealous.” Paula gasped. “What! Get serious! Jealous of what? That painted-up…?” He kissed her then, and she felt the warmth flow through her. Don’t let him do this. He can’t expect to win an argument by sweeping you into his arms and…. But, as the kiss deepened, she felt her mind lose all thoughts of Lisa, Erica, Joe and the world around her in general, as she gave herself over to Cal and the sweet taste of his lips on hers. ****

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Audra Cole Erica was in the parlor, looking out the window at the barren rose garden when Edgar came down the stairs and joined her. “You know,” he began, his booming voice jarring her out of her reverie, “my favorite season is autumn. Mimi prefers spring, says fall is like the prelude to a death of sorts. Summer dying, winter on the way. Mimi can be quite poetic when she puts her mind to it.” Erica turned and looked at the robust man. He exuded good health and always seemed to have an amused twinkle lurking in his eyes. But behind that, she sensed someone who had seen a lot of misery in his life, although not all of it his own. “I was going to fix Mimi some tea in a little bit. I’ve decided since she’s laid up, I’ll be serving lunch for the two of you and the Ryans, also. I’m afraid it will just be soup, sandwiches, salads, that kind of thing, but I don’t want you to have to run out for food every day under the circumstances.” Edgar beamed. “That’s the best news I’ve heard in ages. Not that I mind the trek into town, but Mimi is fussy about her food.” Erica sat down on the sofa and motioned for him to take a seat. “I know you’re disappointed because you can’t continue your vacation to Erie. I’m so sorry this happened. Do you have medical coverage? The inn will pick up any costs that aren’t….” Edgar held up a beefy hand to stop her flow of words. “Not to worry. My pension has more benefits attached to it than you can imagine. Everything is 135

Echoes of the Past taken care of. And you can tell Mrs. Black that we have no intention of suing. It’s not our style.” Erica sighed. She’d made a decision earlier and now put it into words. “That’s a relief, but I still feel terrible. Your stay here will be free, Mr. Carter. On the house.” When she saw that he was about to protest, it was her turn to hold up a hand. “No arguments. I would like to talk to Mimi though, about the fall.” “I hope you’re not taking what she said about being pushed by some ghost seriously,” he said with a dry chuckle. Erica eyed him thoughtfully for a moment. “There have been some unexplained things that have happened…” Edgar pooh-poohed the whole idea with, “Life is full of unexplained things, dear lady, that doesn’t mean every old house is haunted!” “But some are,” she replied softly. “Well, I heard about the unfortunate thing that happened here a few months ago. It made the wire services. Distressing. Tell me, how is that new chief of police doing?” Erica blinked at him, unsure what his interest in Greg Novak was. “Fine, I guess. I really don’t know much about him. We just met a couple of days ago. Evelyn seems to think highly of him.” “He’s from Plainfield, I understand,” Edgar said. Erica’s brows knitted together. She didn’t recall mentioning that. Maybe Greg had said something about it to Edgar. The phone interrupted them at that point and Erica 136

Audra Cole want to answer it. Paula’s voice was edged with a hint of breathlessness. “I’m staying in town to have lunch with Cal. Want to join us?” Erica smiled inwardly. How like Paula to ask, even if she did want to be alone with Cal. “Can’t. I’ve offered to serve lunch to the Carters for the duration of their stay. So, I’m glad you called. Pick up some more sandwich makings, cheese, cold cuts, you know. And some more potatoes and onions and a variety of gourmet teas.” “Are they suing?” Paula asked in a near whisper. “No. I just had a talk with Edgar.” “Thank God. This streak of bad luck has got to end sometime, and I vote for now!” Erica cleared her throat, trying to keep her voice steady. “Is Joe there, Paula?” There was a slight pause before Paula answered, “He just left. I don’t know where he was going, though.” Erica finished giving Paula the grocery list, then hung up. She checked her watch. It was almost noon. Time to get lunch started. She didn’t expect the Ryans back, so she’d just fix enough for herself and the Carters. Edgar decided to eat with Mimi in their room and helped Erica carry the two trays upstairs. “Oh, this looks wonderful,” Mimi exclaimed from her spot on the bed. She was wearing a lacy blue bed jacket over a matching gown. She’d applied very little makeup and her hair was fluffed out around her 137

Echoes of the Past cherubic face. Somehow, without all the trimmings she looked younger and very vulnerable lying there, propped up by three huge feather pillows. Edgar was, of course, waiting on her hand and foot, trying to anticipate her every whim. He fluffed her pillows, smoothed the comforter, then handed her a glass of iced tea, urging her to take a sip, holding the straw as she did. And when she smiled up at him and patted his arm affectionately, he beamed with pride. They are still as much in love as ever, even after many years of marriage. How do they do it? There was no doubt in Erica’s mind that Edgar would lay down his life for this woman and she’d do the same for him. “Let me help feed you, Mother. Damned awkward with that cast on your right arm…” Edgar began, reaching for the spoon. But Mimi swatted lightly at his hand. “Edgar, I can manage. You sit down and eat. You look a little wane to me. Doesn’t he look tired, Erica? Tell him to never mind me and start worrying about himself. I can eat left handed.” Mimi adjusted the tray on her lap just to prove her point. She sipped at the vegetable soup and signed contentedly. “My favorite. Always. Did Edgar tell you?” “I guessed,” Erica replied, studying Edgar as he bit into the ham and cheese sandwich, then sipped at his iced tea appreciatively. “Did you hear that?” Mimi suddenly said. She glanced toward one of the windows. Erica had heard it. The distinct sound of an animal in distress. It came again, only this time it ended in a 138

Audra Cole high-pitched yelp that made Erica turn and run from the room. She could hear Edgar pounding down the stairs after her. Mingo was at the back door, holding up one front paw and making soft whimpering noises. Erica saw the problem at once. He had a half-inch cut on the pad of his right front paw that was steadily dripping blood. “Is that a wolf?” “Half and half. He belongs to Joe Lakota.” She led Mingo into the kitchen and went to get the first aid kit. While Edgar patted Mingo’s head in an attempt to comfort him, Erica cleaned and bandaged the wound. “That bleeding isn’t stopping. It’s a deep cut. I think it might need stitches,” she finally said. “I’ll phone for the local vet,” Edgar pronounced, “where’s the phone book?” He got up and went toward the office. Erica stood up and motioned for Mingo to lie down. He obeyed at once, then looked up at her with soulful eyes. “I think it would be better if I took him home. Joe probably has someone he uses.” Edgar nodded. “Well, I’ll get back to Mimi, and lunch, then.” Once Edgar was gone, Erica went to get her keys and purse, intending to drive Mingo home, but when she returned to the kitchen, she found that he’d pushed open the back door and was limping toward the dock. Running after the dog, she caught up with him just 139

Echoes of the Past as he was entering the line of trees that bordered the woods. “Okay, so you want to walk home. Mind if I join you?” Erica panted. Mingo slowed his pace, definitely favoring the injured paw. “How did it happen, boy? If only you could talk. Then again, maybe some people wouldn’t like that very much.” The woods seemed less sinister now, with most of the leaves off the trees. There were some evergreens, spruce and firs, of course, but a lot of what had once been lush green foliage now lay on the damp earth like a carpet of crimson, russet and gold. The air was heavy with the smell of drying leaves, pine needles and rotting vegetation. Forest smells. Joe was home. And when she knocked on the door, he answered at once. “You’re just in time for lunch.” He opened the door for her. Then he saw the dog’s bandaged paw. “What happened?” She explained briefly. By now the bandage was soaked with blood. Joe went to get his first aid kit, which Erica noticed, was much better stocked than the one at the inn. In the end, he smeared some strange smelling green salve on the wound, applied two butterfly closures and wrapped the paw with gauze, extending it up several inches on the dog’s leg. “Old Indian remedy,” he said wryly when she wrinkled up her nose at the smelly salve. Erica smiled in spite of herself and began to feel the anger fade away. Then she took a good look at Joe for 140

Audra Cole the first time since her arrival. He’d obviously just gotten out of the shower. His hair was still wet and hung in damp strands over his forehead and down the nape of his neck. He was shirtless and his muscles flexed tightly as he gathered up the first aid supplies then rose from the floor beside Mingo. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans that fit just tightly enough to outline the bulge behind the zipper. He was barefoot. She felt her face grow warm and her body begin to respond to the nearness of him. He would explain about Lisa. It couldn’t be as bad as she was thinking. Their paths might have crossed in the course of his job. There had to be a simple explanation. Besides, the scene she’d seen between them was not a tender one. It was more like a confrontation. As he moved past, she took a step toward him, catching the aroma of soap, spicy and very sexy. She should demand that explanation right now, before things got too hot to handle, but all of a sudden she could only think of being in his arms and feeling his body pressed against hers. Putting down the first aid supplies, he took her into his arms and nuzzled her neck, moved his face up to her hair, kissed her ear, then moved his lips back down to her neck again. His hands caressed her back, then her buttocks, then pulled her so tightly against him she could feel his erection growing against the soft flesh of her belly. Her knees suddenly felt weak as she leaned into the embrace, holding him tightly as his lips sought 141

Echoes of the Past hers. The kiss was full of desire, his tongue probing, searching, and she responded in kind, hungry for the taste of him, wanting more. Erica felt desire well up inside her in a mighty wave. She rubbed against him, spreading her legs a little so he could push one of his thighs between them. She pressed herself down, feeling the thrill course up into her womb as her already swollen clit pushed against the hard muscles of his leg. His hands moved in what seemed like exasperating slowness as her need grew hotly inside her thickening channel. Her panties were already wet, and she silently begged him to hurry and find that spot where release waited. But still he just rubbed her back, kissed her deeply and moved his thigh against her with a measured, steady rhythm. She pulled back and fumbled with his zipper, only to have him remove her hand and hold it firmly in his. He broke off the kiss and stared at her evenly, his eyes dark as coal. “Don’t ever doubt how I feel about you, Erica. Not ever, no matter what,” His voice was low, intense. It flitted through her mind in that instant that he was a man of extreme passions, but also a man who could be dangerous. The thought both alarmed and excited her. She nodded, unable to speak. She just wanted him to take her, now, without another word. Her face felt hot as fire but it was nothing compared to the flames that burned inside her at that moment. He undressed her with a slowness that made her want to urge him on, tell him to hurry. Still, he denied 142

Audra Cole her the privilege of touching him, drawing her hands away every time she tried. When she stood naked before him, he looked at her for a moment, then drew her against “I just want to feel you, to look at you,” he said huskily in her ear. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest, her nipples hard and ready for his mouth. At last he suckled like a hungry infant, pulling, coaxing, licking until she felt her knees buckle. Needles of pleasure shot down to her core. Then one of his hands was between her legs, spreading those tender lips as he pushed his finger up into the silky passage. She felt herself go over the crest as the warmth washed through her and her muscles contracted over and over again. Flushed and out of breath, she collapsed against him. In one swift movement, Joe scooped her up into his arms and carried her down the hallway to his room, depositing her on the bed. The familiar comforter felt soft and smooth beneath her bare back and bottom. He undressed and lay down beside her, his erection still hard, the veins distended along the shaft. She flicked her tongue across her sandpaper-dry lips. “Go ahead,” he said, as though reading her mind. She’d always loved the taste of him. Now she used her jaw muscles, pulling him into her mouth, applying pressure then letting up. She licked the length of him, first one side then the other. Playing her tongue along the top, she savored the warm, thick liquid that now coated the surface. 143

Echoes of the Past Pulling her up on top of him, Joe lifted her over his dick then brought her down hard, thrusting himself into her as far as he would go. Erica gasped in pleasure as she felt herself letting go again. They came together this time, and that made it all the sweeter. **** Erica awoke with a start. Where was Joe? She looked around the empty room. What time was it? Feeling completely disoriented, she sat up and climbed out of bed. Remembering that her clothes were in the living room, she went to Joe’s closet, pulled out one of his flannel shirts and slipped it on. She found him in the kitchen, stirring something in a large cast iron skillet. The smell of onions permeated the air. He was wearing jeans and a longsleeved plaid shirt open down the front and rolled up at the sleeves. His hair was still mussed up. He looked very sexy. “How long was I asleep?” Erica asked, stifling a wide yawn, then smiling sheepishly at him. The table was set and Mingo still dozed by the fireplace. “It’s after three. You had a good nap. Something wear you out?” His lips curled up in a slight smile. “By the way, you look much better in that shirt than I ever will.” He ogled her openly. He went to the refrigerator and got out a large 144

Audra Cole salad bowl heaped with greens. “I never got lunch. Something distracted me.” “Wonder what that could have been?” she asked, feeling completely at ease again in his presence. She loved this cabin. He’d built it himself and the workmanship was amazing. “Well, some sex-starved wench came knocking at my door, obviously in need of…my services, so I felt obliged to….” Joe began. He got no further. She picked up a dishtowel from the counter and swatted at him with it, catching him across his bare midriff. “Ouch!” he exclaimed. “Baby,” she chastised, swatting again. This time he grabbed the other end of the towel and pulled her to him, locking her against him. She rested her head on his chest, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat. “I don’t want anything to ever come between us, Joe.” He pulled back and looked down into her face. “Such as?” “Life. Things. Other people,” It was time for him to explain his connection to Lisa Ryan. Grease spattered in the skillet and Joe kissed her quickly, then drew away. “I think the burgers are ready. We’ll talk while we eat.” But, as before, it was not to be. They were just starting the meal when the phone rang. As Joe took the call, Erica picked at her food, her appetite suddenly gone. When he came back into the kitchen, he looked exasperated. “I have to go up to Masonville on a 145

Echoes of the Past complaint. Sorry.” “Now?” Erica was astounded and a little irritated by this turn of events. “Afraid so. I’ll probably be gone until tonight.” He left the room, returning a few minutes later fully dressed. “Stay and finish lunch. I’m packing up mine to take with me.” Feeling a little like Cinderella when the clock struck midnight, Erica went to the bedroom to get dressed. “I’m not hungry, give mine to Mingo,” she snapped when she returned to the kitchen to find him putting his burger in a brown paper bag. It was close to four-thirty when Erica got back to the inn. The afterglow of her and Joe’s lovemaking had faded quickly during the ride. He’d acted totally preoccupied with the new emergency and she’d finally given up trying to make conversation. And it didn’t help her mood any when he pulled up into the driveway and his gaze slid to the parking area. Looking for that black Lexus, aren’t you, Joe? But it wasn’t there. When he reached for her, she was already halfway out of the Jeep. Then, without saying another word to him, she slammed the door and walked around the vehicle and up the front porch steps. Nor did she acknowledge his, “I’ll call you when I get back if it isn’t too late.” The inn was quiet when Erica stepped into the foyer. She went immediately upstairs to shower, but stopped for a moment outside the Ryan’s door. There didn’t seem to be any movement from inside the 146

Audra Cole room. When she walked by the Carter’s door, she heard loud snoring and the low drone of the television. Edgar sleeping; Mimi watching television. Just as she was about to go into her room to get a change of clothes to take into the bathroom with her, she heard the front door of the inn open and close, then Paula’s voice call out. Abandoning the idea of a nice hot shower for the moment, she went downstairs. “Where is everyone?” Paula asked at once, steering Erica into the parlor and closing the door without waiting for an answer. “The Ryans are still out, I guess, and the Carters are in their room.” Paula paced in front of her and Erica watched her curiously, then with growing concern. “What’s going on, Paula? What’s wrong?” “Sit down. No, don’t. Yes, sit down. We’ll both sit down. I need to tell you something.” Paula sat on the sofa and patted the cushion beside her. Once Erica was seated, Paula began to explain. Erica listened with mounting horror as her friend related the incident involving Lisa and Joe at the cafe. “They disappeared into that alley beside the restaurant before Cal and I could catch them,” she finished. “That woman’s a tramp. She was all over Cal and, well, there’s definitely something kinky going on between her and Joe. I’m sorry, Erica, but I…” Erica had stopped listening as she tried to absorb 147

Echoes of the Past what Paula had just told her. She’d made love with Joe just hours ago, and he never mentioned seeing Lisa earlier that day. Tears sprang to her eyes and her face felt hot. She couldn’t breathe as anger choked off her air, making her chest feel heavy and tight. “Erica? Are you all right? God, you’re pale as the dead,” Paula exclaimed, alarm edging her voice. “Why didn’t you tell me about this when you called?” Erica asked sharply. She threw Paula an accusing look. But she knew her anger was misplaced. It was Joe who had betrayed her. “I wanted to tell you in person. Why? What difference does it make? Have you seen Joe? Has he been here?” “No…I went to see…Mingo was hurt and I took him home. I just got back here a while ago myself,” Erica finally told her. She could feel Paula’s careful scrutiny. “Well, did he say anything? Did you ask…” “We made love. He told me nothing would ever come between us.” Erica said softly, more to herself than to Paula. “Son of a bitch,” Paula muttered, putting a hand on Erica’s arm. “I have to say, this place is quiet. That was the best nap I’ve had in ages!” came Edgar’s voice as he swung the parlor door open and smiled broadly at them. “But I could use a snort. A stiff one. Mimi will have a fit, she’s champing at the bit for supper, but a man needs a drink once in a while. Any suggestions?” Somewhat startled by the man’s abrupt entrance, 148

Audra Cole Erica jumped up and whirled toward the door. Paula went to Edgar. “Why don’t we hit the Eagle Hill Cafe?” Edgar nodded approval. “Sounds like an excellent idea. Just what the doctor ordered, as they say! And I can bring Mimi back some carryout for dinner. What about you, Erica, care to join us while we tip a few?” Erica snapped out of her stupor long enough to say something about needing a shower, which elicited a perplexed look from Edgar. “I guess it’s just you and me, then,” Paula pronounced, taking Edgar’s arm and steering him toward the front door. The large man beamed happily. “Mimi’s watching a movie. Doped up on those pain medications, you know. The only thing she might want before we get back with the food is some tea, so could you keep an ear out for her? She’s a little gun shy about tackling those stairs, now. Small wonder, hey?” Once they were gone, Erica went to the kitchen to lay out the things for Mimi’s tea, just in case. Tears threatened again, and this time she didn’t try to bite them back. He lied! Well, not technically, but isn’t a lie of omission just as bad? He had ample opportunities to tell me what is going on with her and he didn’t. How many more secrets is he hiding? He didn’t tell me about Chenoa back in July, and now he’s keeping things from me again. Next, she checked the front and back doors to make sure they were locked, then went upstairs deciding that a long, hot bath was what she really 149

Echoes of the Past needed. It would give her a chance to think about what she should do about Joe. **** Erica settled into the claw-footed tub. She’d used stress-relieving bath salts, and the smooth fragrance assailed her nostrils as she lay back against the cool porcelain. Her mind was still in a whirl and she could feel the beginnings of a headache throbbing in her temples. The hot water felt good, and she closed her eyes, trying to bring her random thoughts into some semblance of order. Joe had a lot of explaining to do. She’d confront him with it when he returned, and she wouldn’t let anything interrupt them this time. Not even sex. That decision made, she tried to clear her mind and think about pleasant things and soon she felt herself drifting off. Erica wasn’t sure if she’d actually fallen asleep or what roused her from her twilight state, but when she opened her eyes she was in total darkness. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps on the stairs. They weren’t normal, though, more like the slow, stealthy advance of someone trying to sneak in undetected. As Erica struggled to her feet, she heard a stair tread creak. The movement on the other side of the door stopped, then a few seconds later, continued. Panic grabbed at her. “Who’s there?” she called, 150

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Echoes of the Past her. If anything like that happens again, call me. Well, where was he now? Walking gingerly toward the stairs, she suddenly stopped as her bare foot connected with the wet, sticky substance on the floor. “Why are the lights out? What are you doing?” Mimi’s voice, coming from just inches behind her, caused Erica to scream and whirl around. As she felt herself begin to fall backwards down the stairs, she grabbed the large, ornate balustrade just in time. A narrow shaft of light bounded around, glancing off the walls and floor. Finally it settled on Erica’s face and she blinked wildly. “Oh, my dear, I’m so sorry. I startled you. Did we blow a fuse?” Mimi asked, as she allowed Erica to grab onto her good arm for support. “See there, I’m not totally helpless, in spite of what Edgar would like to think.” She shone the light in Erica’s face. “Sorry, dear. Goodness you look pale as a ghost.” “You have a flashlight,” Erica croaked. “I always come prepared. Traveling would be much less stressful if people would just pack sensible, useful things.” Erica took the slender flashlight from the woman’s hand and shone it on the floor, where she now stood in a small pool of red liquid. Blood? “Oh, dear, you’ve cut yourself. Is there broken glass somewhere?” Mimi tried to wrest the flashlight back but Erica held tight, her gaze fixed on the gooey puddle. “It’s not my blood. We’ve had an intruder. I need 152

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Echoes of the Past “Did I hear the phone?” Edgar stood in the kitchen doorway. He came to Erica and looked at her acutely. “Who was that?” “A reporter. How did he find out about this so quickly?” Edgar snorted in disgust. “Police scanner. They all have them. Vultures. Worse than ambulance chasers.” “Why didn’t he call last night when Mimi fell? I’m sure that was on the scanner. Most ambulance calls are.” “Someone falling down the stairs in the middle of the night isn’t news, but another incident at the same place makes it a matter of interest, I suppose.” Suddenly her legs felt like lead and her eyes seemed to be full of gravel. She needed sleep. Once she was in her room, Erica fished her cell phone out of her purse and called Joe’s number. No answer. Suddenly her imagination ran wild. Was Joe really in Masonville? Where was Lisa Ryan? Were they together? As she undressed and climbed into bed, images of Joe and Lisa ricocheted around inside of her head like a stray bullet looking for somewhere to embed itself.

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Chapter Sixteen rica slept poorly, awakening several times during a night that was plagued by nightmares of masked intruders and ghostly apparitions. Finally, at six o’clock in the morning, she dragged herself out of bed and took a hot, steamy shower. By seven o’clock she was in the kitchen brewing coffee, putting a selection of gourmet teas in a fancy basket and baking muffins. Paula joined her shortly, eyeing her critically. “You look like hell. Did you sleep at all?” Erica surveyed her friend as she went to the coffee pot and poured herself a mug of the steaming brew. “Some. I guess I was too keyed up to really relax.” “Bull. You were worried about Joe, wondering where he was. How often did you call him last night?” It was hard to get anything past Paula. “Twice.” “I didn’t sleep all that well, myself,” Paula admitted, sitting down at the table. “I haven’t since we came here, actually.” “Spirit activity?” Paula looked up at her. “This place has quite a

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Echoes of the Past history, some of it not so pleasant, I’d say. I need to know more about it.” “The past is dead, why rake it up?” Paula looked at her then cocked an eyebrow. “I shouldn’t have to tell you the answer to that one.” It was true. Erica sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m just edgy.” Paula got up and went to the oven, peeking in at the muffins. “We haven’t exactly bolstered poor Evelyn’s business, have we?” Erica managed a weak smile. “Well, our guests are still here.” Paula smiled back. “Maybe it’s our charisma that keeps them.” Edgar Carter came into the kitchen, said good morning, then added, “Just coffee for me right now. I think Mimi might try to come down for breakfast later. I’ll wait to eat with her.” He had the newspaper under his arm and as Erica poured him a cup of coffee he unfolded it and glanced at the front page. “Well, we didn’t make the headlines, thank God,” he boomed good-naturedly. “Mind if I just have my coffee in here with your ladies?” “We’d be honored,” Paula responded, taking the hot muffins out of the oven and placing them on the counter. Erica liked Edgar. She found his take-charge attitude a comfort and was very grateful for all of his help last night during the prowler episode. When she sat down across from him, she told him so. “My pleasure. You know, the police could step up 160

Audra Cole patrols around the inn. I’ll talk to that chief, Novak.” They drank their coffee in silence for a few minutes. Finally, Edgar pushed his chair back and got up. “It’s a beautiful morning, I think I’ll take my second cup and my newspaper down to the dock.” “It’s nippy out there,” Paula warned. “Good! I enjoy a brisk walk, and remember, fall is my favorite time of year,” he told her, as he went out the back door. As Erica began putting the warm muffins in a napkin-lined basket, she watched Edgar trudge casually down the hill toward the lake. He was right; it was a beautiful morning. Under a cloudless azure sky, pinpoints of dew glittered off the blades of browning grass like a thousand tiny diamonds. Then, she saw Edgar pick up his pace, as though something had gotten his attention. When he broke into a trot, Erica forgot the muffins and went to the back door. By then the large man was on the dock squatting down, looking at something in the water. He leaned forward a little, reached out, then quickly got up and backed away. He stood for a moment, looking first to his right, then to his left. “What’s so interesting?” Paula asked, then went on without waiting for an answer. “I’ve put out the muffins, coffee, tea, assorted cereals and some breakfast bars. I think I’ll fix omelets to order today…?” Then she followed Erica’s gaze and said, “What’s he in such a hurry for? I thought he liked chilly weather.” Edgar barreled in the back door and Erica moved 161

Echoes of the Past out of his way. Without glancing at either her or Paula, he went to the small office and snatched up the phone, punching in three numbers. “Police? This is Edgar Carter, a guest at the Spirit Lake Inn. You need to send someone. I’ve just discovered a body in the lake.” **** Erica stood in stunned silence as Edgar finished his phone call. When he finally came out of the office he rushed past her toward Paula, who was about to step outside. Edgar reached her and took hold of her arm. “No. You need to stay here. There’s nothing you can do for that poor woman and you might destroy evidence. My tramping around was bad enough.” Paula exchanged glances with Erica, then came reluctantly back inside. Still unable to comprehend what she’d just heard Edgar say to the police dispatcher, Erica suddenly found that her legs wouldn’t hold her. The next thing she knew, she was sitting on a kitchen chair with her head between her knees and Paula was pushing a glass of water into her hand. “Who is it,” Paula asked. “I believe it is Mrs. Ryan,” Edgar replied, “but the…she’s floating on her face and I can’t be sure.” “My God,” Erica managed, her mind reeling. Suddenly she felt sick all over. **** 162

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Echoes of the Past shouldn’t go down there, Mr. Ryan,” she began, but he marched past her and kept walking. Paula and Erica followed him, but when they got to the bottom of the hill, an officer stepped in front of them, blocking their path. “That’s far enough,” he said with authority. Now that Erica was closer, she saw that he was very young and that his eyes were a bright green with small yellow flecks dancing around in the irises. His mouth was set in a thin line and his jaw clenched in determination. “You’ll have to step back. Now.” Erica and Paula did as they were told, but Charles Ryan did not. “What the hell’s going on here?” he demanded. Erica detected a little edge of panic in his tone and felt Paula grab her arm. Her fingertips were icy. The officer held out a hand but didn’t touch Charles. “Step back with the ladies. Do it!” Reluctantly, Charles obeyed. Greg was now at the water’s edge, examining the object that was floating just out of their field of vision. When he got up and turned around, his face was a grim mask. He said something in a low tone to Edgar then motioned for the young officer to join them. Edgar broke away and joined the trio. Shortly, Greg approached them. “Bobby Ray is calling for the county coroner,” he said, and Erica turned to watch the other officer hurry toward the police cruiser. “Mr. Ryan, Mr. Carter has tentatively identified your wife as the person in the water. I’m very sorry, 164

Audra Cole sir, but I’ll need you to make a positive identification.” Erica noted that Greg’s voice had taken on the smooth, solicitous quality of a funeral director’s. “Dear God. It can’t be. Not Lisa. No, I don’t believe it!” He tried to rush to the water’s edge and nearly fell. “Steady, man. Take it easy.” Edgar took hold of Charles’ arm and escorted him onto the dock. Erica watched as Charles looked down into the water, then nodded his head. “I thought she was face down,” Erica said idly, to no one in particular. Bobby Ray, his call completed, was now standing next to behind Erica. “We flipped her over. Now, we’ll fish her out. No need to wait for the coroner to pronounce that one. I got some great photos, too.” Erica turned, threw the little officer a look of distaste, and moved away. During the awful episode in July, it had crossed Erica’s mind that perhaps the inn was somehow cursed. Then, when the truth had finally been revealed, her fears had been laid to rest. Now, those same thoughts were whirling around inside of her head. Evelyn’s fall, Mimi’s fall, the strange episodes involving Lisa Ryan here in this house and now this. Suddenly, Erica realized Paula was saying something to her. “Edgar has taken Charles into the parlor. I think we should join them.” But Erica seemed incapable of moving. “Oh, Lord, 165

Echoes of the Past Paula. What are we going to do?” Erica felt helpless to stop the steady stream of catastrophes that were befalling this quiet little inn. She’d been entrusted with running it; Evelyn had placed its welfare and the welfare of its guests in her hands. Now look. Then she felt Paula’s hand clutching her arm again, guiding her up the hill and into the house. Like a sleepwalker suddenly wakening, she felt her selfcontrol return. She was in charge here. Evelyn had entrusted the inn to her. It was time she took responsibility. As they crossed the foyer, Erica noticed two things: The tall flower arrangement was again on the floor and Mimi was making her way slowly down the stairs. “Take care of her, will you…and that,” Erica said to Paula, flailing her left hand first toward the portly woman then dropping it to the mess beneath the pedestal table. Without waiting for her friend to respond, she opened the parlor door and stepped inside. What greeted her was the sight of Charles slumped in one of the armchairs and Edgar standing by the fireplace, hands clasped behind his back, staring down at the man. Or, rather, towering over him. She went to Charles and bent down. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Ryan…” she began. “Charles was just trying to remember when he last saw his wife,” Edgar interrupted, his tone almost harsh, as though she’d walked in on a very important conversation. 166

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Echoes of the Past him and followed Erica out of the room. **** In the foyer, Mimi was fretting and Paula was trying to placate her. “Breakfast, Mimi, let’s go,” Edgar said heading for the dining room. Paula’s eyes were bright with curiosity. “What happened in there?” “There’s something between Edgar and Greg. Something from the past. Edgar was a cop!” When she saw Paula’s eyes widen, she added, “Retired, evidently from the Plainfield PD.” “Why didn’t Greg say something before now, or Edgar for that matter?” “Greg says he doesn’t remember Edgar. Evidently Edgar has been retired for a while. But he remembered hearing about Greg. That’s how he put it, anyway.” Paula shook her head. “More secret pasts.” “What’s happening down at the lake?” Erica had half a mind to go see for herself. “The coroner took Lisa away, but that short cop is still down there, along with some woman officer.” Erica turned and hurried through the kitchen and out the back door. When she reached the bottom of the hill, she hesitated, watching the pair who were talking by the water’s edge. Yellow crime scene tape was strung from one lamppost to another, blocking off the area where Lisa 170

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Echoes of the Past report us, sue, whatever else she could think of. She hurled insults around like confetti. All in all, I don’t think she was a very happy person.” “Was there anyone else here she might have confided in?” Joe? He knew her from somewhere. Where? When? How? “I doubt it. She spent most of her time away from the inn. Is it true she was strangled? One of your officers said…” “It looks like she was killed in the woods, then her body dumped in the lake. We couldn’t find any indication that the killer tried to weight her down, either.” Not like the last time, Erica’s inner voice reminded her. “Where is Charles now?” She should go and see if there was anything she could do for him. “In his room. He said he needed to make some calls, notify people. Where’s your partner? I need to talk to her.” Erica shrugged. Just then Edgar entered the room and answered the question. “Miss Bascilla is with my wife in our room. Mimi is devastated by this. She’s still not up to snuff since her accident and this has sent her over the edge, I’m afraid.” “Well, I’ll be able to talk to both of them, won’t I?” Greg snapped, passing the older man. Then he turned around and added, “I’ll be needing to talk to you, too. After all, you did find the body, didn’t you? Tell me, what made you go down to the lake so early this morning, anyway?” 174

Audra Cole Although Greg’s voice was casual, Erica noticed how sharp his gaze was as he stared at Edgar, waiting for an answer. Edgar studied Greg for a moment his expression a mixture of bemusement and chagrin. “Since we had a prowler last night, I decided to take a look around.” Greg nodded, but said nothing. However, Erica could tell that he was not satisfied with that explanation. Once Erica was alone with Edgar, she breathed an audible sigh of relief. “Are you going to tell me why there’s so much animosity between you and Greg Novak?” “If you can scare me up a good stiff drink somewhere around here,” Edgar bargained. “This early?” Edgar smiled. “Extraordinary circumstances, dear lady. A beer will do just fine.” He motioned for her to stay put while he fetched two tall bottles and two glasses, then returned to the table. Erica felt on pins and needles. “You could use this,” he said, pouring hers and pushing it across the table. He poured his own and took a long swallow. “Hits the spot.” “Greg Novak?” Erica reminded him, sipping at the foam atop the yellow liquid. Beer wasn’t her favorite drink, in fact, right now she would have preferred a double Scotch, but this would have to do. Edgar settled back and began, “I retired in 1997 from the Plainfield force. I was a homicide detective from 1986 until that time. Greg Novak was just a 175

Echoes of the Past patrolman then. He and I never met, but they still tell his story around the precinct and, of course, I read about in the newspaper and heard more particulars from friends who were still on the job when it happened. He was on patrol one evening in August of 2001 when he stopped a local man for a traffic violation. He suspected the fellow was drunk. When he got out to approach the car, the man drove away like a bat out of hell. Novak ran back to his squad car, jumped in, and followed him. “The chase, sans sirens, lasted about five minutes until the man, whose name was Bud Collins, pulled into a driveway. Come to find out, it was his own house, which was information Novak got from his onboard computer when he typed in the license plate number. “Anyway, Collins staggered inside and Novak pulled up to the curb in front of the house. Shortly, Collins came back out, brandishing a hammer and ran up to the squad car, where Novak was sitting, reached in through the open window, grabbed Novak’s shirt front and raised the hammer. Novak drew his revolver and shot the man in the abdomen.” Erica felt her palms grow moist and her face flush. “My God.” “You’re not a police officer, so you can’t begin to know the violations of protocol Greg Novak committed that day. Suffice it to say they were numerous. Collins was rushed to the hospital in critical condition. They operated on him for eight hours trying to repair the intestinal damage. They did 176

Audra Cole as good a job as they could, but he was going to be faced with complications that would probably require further surgeries.” “But, Greg was threatened…he was just defending himself…” Erica began, then stopped at the stormy look on Edgar’s face. “The internal affairs people didn’t exactly see it that way. They evaluated Novak’s behavior during that episode and concluded that, first of all, he should have called for backup the minute Collins pulled off like that, and second, he should have pulled the squad car up behind Collins’ vehicle to block any escape route, then exited the squad car so he could be in a position to apprehend the perpetrator.” Erica didn’t miss the insinuation. “They thought he was afraid to pursue the man, that he acted like a coward.” Edgar smiled mirthlessly. “In a word, yes. And they questioned why he didn’t call for backup when Collins went inside the house. He just sat in the squad car. He claimed he was making out his report and that he intended to go knock on the door when he was finished.” “And you? What did you think?” “I felt he acted unwisely and left the department open to numerous lawsuits, which is just what happened. Collins sued the Plainfield Police Department for over six-hundred-thousand and won. Greg Novak resigned two months later.” Erica thought a moment. That incident had been four years ago. He’d only been here a few months. “I 177

Echoes of the Past wonder where he was between then and now?” Edgar took another drink of his beer. “Good question. Who hired him?” “The town council, I assume. There are only five members, including the mayor. I don’t know any of them. I just know they were desperate to get someone in here. At least that’s what Joe told me….” She stopped, her words trailing off. “Ah yes, the park ranger. Where is he, anyway?” Edgar finished his beer, took the bottle to the trash then rinsed the glass in the sink. Again, she had the feeling the question, although asked casually enough, had purpose behind it. The ringing of the phone cause Erica to jump and part of her beer sloshed over the top of the glass and ran down her hand in cold, foamy rivulets. Please don’t let it be Evelyn. I just can’t tell her about this yet. “Should I get that?” Edgar queried, throwing her a questioning look. Erica shook her head and rushed to the phone, snatching it up and saying a breathless hello. The sound of Joe’s low, sexy voice cut through Erica like a knife, sending tears behind her eyes and flutters around her heart. “I had to stay in Masonville a lot later than I expected…” he began. Swiftly, she cradled the receiver and turned toward Edgar. “Wrong number, I guess.” With that, she fled the kitchen, afraid if she stayed any longer she would lose what little bit of self control she had left.

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Echoes of the Past between her and Joe. That got his interest, believe me. I’m sorry, but it would have come out anyway, since Cal and about a dozen other people saw it.” Erica felt her stomach sink. Then the anger returned and she tried to push her feelings for Joe to the back of her mind. Too bad I can’t banish them from my heart. “Oh, and another thing, Charles Ryan says he has no intention of leaving Spirit Lake or the inn until this matter is cleared up.” Paula told her. “I doubt if the police want anyone leaving town right now anyway,” Erica responded. Before Paula could respond, the front door slammed and Joe could be heard yelling Erica’s name in the foyer. “God Almighty, here comes Daniel into the lion’s den,” Paula exclaimed opening the parlor door. Erica stayed where she was, watching as he looked over the threshold at her, his eyes dark as coal, his jaw muscles working furiously as though he were holding back a tidal wave of anger. What’s he got to be mad about? I’m the one who’s been lied to. Joe’s gaze flickered between the two women. “Why are the police here?” Now, Erica stepped forward and faced him, holding his gaze with one she hoped was just as determined. “Because your friend, Lisa Ryan, was murdered and her body was found floating in the lake this morning.” Her tone was bereft of emotion. Joe literally took a step back. “What? 180

Audra Cole “Shocked by her death, or surprised that I know about your relationship with her, Joe, which is it?” Erica demanded. “I don’t…didn’t have a relationship…” He stopped in mid sentence and rubbed a hand over his face. As she watched him, she thought of how those hands had felt on her naked body, tugging at her nipples, caressing her face and neck, moving down to that soft spot between her thighs. Images ran pellmell through her mind, as she replayed their lovemaking in a fast-forward collage. Erica blinked several times, trying to get her mind back on track. But it wasn’t easy, because just being in the same room with Joe conjured up desires she found very difficult to keep under control. “I can explain, Erica, just…” he began. Greg’s voice cut into the conversation. “Well, while you’re at it, Joe, maybe you could explain some things to me.” Joe whirled around and faced the chief. “Lisa’s really dead?” Erica stared at Joe. Lisa’s dead. Not Lisa Ryan. Not even Mrs. Ryan. Lisa. Familiarity that went beyond casual contact was evident in just those two words Joe had uttered. Greg nodded. “Not just dead, Joe, murdered. Strangled. The coroner just called me on my cell phone. He puts time of death at two o’clock this morning.” Erica thought of the call she’d made to Joe at one o’clock that had gone unanswered. 181

Echoes of the Past “But that’s not the only interesting piece of news,” Greg continued, stepping closer to the group. “It seems that during a background check on the victim, Officer Redhawk discovered that Lisa Ryan was once Mrs. Joe Lakota.” Erica heard a gasp, then realized it had been her own. The room suddenly seemed too bright, the voices too sharp. Things were moving in half-time, or slow time, or something equally bizarre. Then she was sitting on the sofa and Paula was sitting beside her, a protective arm over her shoulder. A glass of water was thrust into her hand and Paula helped her tip it to her lips. Joe was at her side, reaching for her. “No! Don’t!” she cried. Joe knelt in front of her. “I was going to tell you just before Greg came in. I know there’s a lot I need to explain…” “Well, you can start by explaining it to me. Down at the station. Let’s go,” Greg ordered. Erica saw Joe throw a pleading look Paula’s way. “You should have been honest with her long ago, Joe. Don’t look at me for help, now,” was Paula’s stony reply. The arrival of Cal Motega brought Paula to her feet as Greg was getting ready to escort Joe from the room. “I just heard about the murder. It’s all over town. The cafe is buzzing. Where’s he going?” Cal asked as Joe and Greg walked past him without a word. “To the police station for questioning,” Paula 182

Audra Cole replied. Erica got up and headed toward the door. Things were so out of control This was like some horrible B movie where no one could make sense out of the convoluted plot. With Paula’s voice calling after her, she kept walking, through the foyer, out the front door and down to the police cruiser, where Joe now sat in the back seat. Like a criminal. Like a murder suspect. His gaze begged her to give him a chance, and she could feel the desperation behind the expressionless mask that was his face. She leaned in the still-open car door and looked closely at him. “Was she your wife?” He returned the gaze, strong, steady. “It was a long time ago. I was just a stupid kid. Give me a chance to explain…” She was going to ask him if he killed Lisa Ryan, intended to pose that question next, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She didn’t need to. She already knew the answer. “I’m following you,” Cal yelled at Joe as Erica stepped back so Greg could shut the car door. Erica turned to Cal. “Did you know about Lisa Ryan and Joe?” Cal nodded. “Let Joe explain.” Let Joe explain. Erica walked up onto the wide front porch, sat down on the top step and wept bitterly, her shoulders shaking, her sobs echoing loudly in the late morning air. She wasn’t sure exactly when Edgar sat down on the step beside her, but there he was all of a sudden, 183

Echoes of the Past just waiting quietly for her to notice him. “I’m sorry, Edgar…” she began. But his hand on her forearm stopped her. “Get it all out, my dear. Sometimes tears are the best medicine.” “I should see if Mimi needs anything…” “Mimi is napping. This excitement has exhausted her.” A small smile turned up the corners of his mouth and Erica felt a rush of affection for this stalwart couple, who had managed to turn a disastrous vacation into something of an adventure. “I should see if Paula needs help…” Again Erica mouthed the words but seemed incapable of rising to carry out the task. “She’s on the phone with Mrs. Black, I believe.” Erica looked over at Edgar again and grimaced. “I should be making that call…” “Why don’t we just sit her a few more minutes and enjoy the warmth of the sun and the cool breeze? In fact, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Erica felt a surge of relief, akin to a death row inmate getting a last minute reprieve. Edgar continued, “I’m curious about the strange things that you and your friend have encountered since you came here. Mind telling me about them?” She was glad to talk about that. Anything but Lisa Ryan and her death. “Paula sensed something the minute she walked into the inn. She said the place was alive with spirit activity, which when you think about it is pretty funny. Anyway, we kept finding the flower arrangement in the foyer tipped over…flowers 184

Audra Cole scattered everywhere, pictures on the piano in the parlor turned facedown, even though no one had been in there, Your room is always cold, another signal of spirit activity, according to Paula. Lisa Ryan claimed something touched her in the shower, and later there was the incident where the water turned cold and we found no reason for it. When we went down into the basement to look at the water heater we had a strange experience. Something was there, but not there. Then there was the prowler, who left pig’s blood as a calling card. There was a face outside the parlor window one night when Joe and I were in there and we heard weeping coming from the rose garden, but no one else was there.” Edgar remained silent for a few moments after she finished, then said, “You also had experiences when you were here before, didn’t you?” She told him about what had happened, how she’d become a believer in the apparitions that had made themselves known to her during the summer. “Your friend, Paula, fashions herself more than just a believer,” Edgar commented. Paula emerged from inside the inn and settled on the other side of Erica. “Evelyn is devastated. She says this may finish the inn. She’s convinced that just the publicity alone will be enough to make people want to avoid it like the plague.” Edgar scoffed. “Tell Mrs. Black not to worry. People will flock here now, just to get a glimpse of the crime scene and to stay in the haunted inn.” “You think people are ghouls?” Paula asked, 185

Echoes of the Past looking across Erica at him. “I know they are. Thirty years on the force taught me that, along with a lot of other things about my fellow man.” Cal called an hour later to tell them that Joe had been released with a warning not to leave town, not even to carry out his duties as a park ranger. Shortly thereafter, Charles Ryan came downstairs and out onto the porch while Erica was sweeping the front walk. He stood on the top step for a few seconds, then said to no one in particular, “Seems I didn’t know my wife at all.” Then, he walked briskly to the parking area, got in his car and backed it out. As the Lexus pulled smoothly away, Erica went inside to change her clothes. She’d made up her mind; she was going to the cabin to see Joe.

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Chapter Eighteen ingo stretched languidly and got up as Erica approached the dock and it occurred to her that he’d probably come with Joe earlier and had been waiting for him to return. The crime scene tape was gone now and she wondered when it had been removed. Instead of walking onto the weathered planks, however, she stayed in the grass and skirted the area until she reached the edge of the woods. “Come on, Mingo, Joe’s at home. Let’s go see what he has to say for himself,” she called to the canine. He started toward her, stepping off the dock and into a section where the grass met the water with no barrier to separate the two. She was glad to see that he was barely limping now and that the paw was unbandaged. Joe’s salve must have worked its magic. Too bad there’s not some magic potent that could solve this mess. Expecting Mingo to be right behind her she was surprised when she looked back and saw him sitting at the water’s edge. Does he still smell death there? “Okay, you’re as stubborn as your owner, I see. I

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Echoes of the Past guess you’ll come home when you get hungry.” She found Joe on the narrow front porch putting in storm windows. Seeing him doing something so normal in the wake of recent events made her breath hitch in her throat. He had on a short-sleeved shirt, since the weather was still unseasonably warm, and his arm muscles rippled as he lifted the plate glass and fitted it into the waiting frame. The shirt was thin and she could also see the muscles of his back knot with the movements and manipulations required to secure the fixtures. A surge of desire rushed to her core, and she knew then that no matter what, she belonged to him. Even if he’s a murderer? She willed that small voice to stop, shrieked at it inside of her head. He’s not a murderer. He could never do something like that. Never. “You going to stand there all afternoon and watch me struggle with these damned things, or are you going to help?” he asked in that same deep, carefully paced voice he’d used that first night she’d met him on the dock by the lake. Memories of that encounter came rushing to the forefront and she again felt the pull that had been born that night. She’d wondered, after he had virtually disappeared into a bank of mist, if she’d imagined him. But he was very real and he was hers; she knew that to be the one truth in all of this madness. “Are you going to tell me about Lisa?” Erica said, closing the gap between them. He turned, staring down at her from the porch and 188

Audra Cole without a word, held out one hand. She took it, felt him coax her up the three steps with a tug and guide her easily into his arms. “Yes,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and moist against the side of her face. He smelled of pine and sweat and that tangy aroma that she’d come to associate with him. When he released her and turned to go inside, she held onto his hand as though it were her only lifeline to what really mattered in this world. Yet fear, deep and clumsily buried, was peeking around the corner of her thoughts as she followed him inside the cabin. He motioned her toward the sofa. She sat down. He got them both a cold beer from his refrigerator, uncapped the bottles and handed her one as he sat down next to her. Erica took a drink of the cold liquid. Joe took a long swig, then put his down on the thick pine coffee table and began to speak. “It was 1988. I’d just graduated from U of Pittsburgh. A couple of my buddies suggested we have a blow out…you know, go somewhere to celebrate. We picked Las Vegas. Lisa was working as a cocktail waitress in one of the casinos. We were just three guys out for a good time, trying to sew some wild oats before we had to get down to the business of earning a living. We’d all had part-time jobs during college, but we knew those days were over, and we’d now be challenged with putting four years of knowledge to practical use. “Anyhow, Lisa and I hit it off. The other guys said 189

Echoes of the Past she was just after bigger tips, but I could tell by the way she looked at me, her body language, that it was more than that. There was…we…God, Erica, how do I say it?” Erica interrupted with, “You wanted her and she felt the same.” Her matter-of-fact tone surprised even her. Joe nodded, his eyes again taking on that look of someone remembering the past. “Yeah, that was it. We flirted all evening, I pinched her bottom, she let me. Then, the guys wanted to go to another casino, you know, try their luck there. I stayed; told them I’d see them back at the room, later. Of course, I didn’t. Lisa whispered to me that she got off at two o’clock. I waited. We set about having some fun of our own. We drank, then drank some more, and when I woke up the next morning at her place, there was a marriage license on the night table. The Forever Chapel of Love. When I could finally remember bits and pieces of what had happened, I realized we’d had sex in some damned doorway behind one of the casinos, then ended up at that chapel being married by someone name Boscoe Fontaine who Lisa said looked enough like Elvis to be his twin.” Erica felt sick and took another drink of the beer, hoping it would at least dull the pain that had knotted itself around her heart. Joe looked at her for a moment as though trying to gauge her reaction and she made a real effort to keep her expression neutral. “So, there we were, hung over, two virtual 190

Audra Cole strangers, now married to one another. We batted it around half the morning as to whose fault it was. She said that I suggested it. I know better. But I had no way of knowing for sure. I told her we’d get it annulled before I left Las Vegas, which was supposed to be in two days. That’s when she dropped the bombshell. She wasn’t sure she wanted an annulment. “I went, as they say today, ballistic. I told her I didn’t give a damn what she wanted. Then I left. When I got back to the hotel room, there was already a message waiting there from ‘my wife’ telling me to call her at once.” The thought struck Erica like a physical blow and she put her beer bottle down on the table with a clang. “You were still married to her when she died?” Her stomach roiled, threatening to heave up the foamy liquid all over Joe’s nicely upholstered sofa. Serve him right if I did. In fact, I hope that’s what happens! Joe was shaking his head emphatically and Erica felt the world right itself again and her stomach settled down to a dull roar. “No. I got the annulment early the next morning and Lisa gladly signed the papers, after I forked over five thousand dollars.” “What! That’s extortion.” Erica felt a wellspring of fury rise up inside of her. Joe smiled humorlessly. “She called it proportionate alimony. She said it should also cover her emotional distress.” Erica stared at Joe, unable to speak. 191

Echoes of the Past He continued, “I had the money wired from by bank account.” “She conned you. She was no better than a…” Erica sputtered. “Yeah, I know,” Joe cut in, his mouth set in a grim line. “Anyway, I packed and left that day. I’d had enough of Las Vegas. I told the guys I’d received a call about a job offer and needed to get back right away so I didn’t miss the opportunity.” “And that’s the last you saw of her until she walked into the kitchen at the inn?” Erica asked, studying his face intently. “Yes. I couldn’t believe it when she walked into the kitchen at the inn. When I followed her out onto the dock, she’d regained her composure. I could see the old, cunning Lisa emerging. She asked me why I was at the inn. I told her none of her business. She laughed and said she’d seen the way I was looking at you.” “Blackmail?” “Not then. I asked her what she was doing there. She said she was with her husband. When I asked her if he knew about our short and not-so-sweet marriage, she laughed and said that Charles didn’t care what she did as long as it didn’t cost him money.” The next day, at the cafe, she demanded twentyfive thousand not to tell you about us. I told her I intended to tell you myself, so she could take an ad out in the paper for all I cared. Then I hustled her out the back door. The last time I saw her, she was stomping down the alley toward the street.” 192

Audra Cole Erica mulled over what she’d just heard. According to Joe, he had no motive to murder Lisa, but the police would, most likely, put a different spin on it. “You have to see how this could be made to look, Joe,” she finally said. She searched his face for some sign that he was lying, but didn’t find it. He reached across the small space that separated them and ran a finger down her cheek. “All I care about right now is what you think.” She pulled his hand away from her face and held it, intertwining her fingers in his. “I’m scared.” He seemed stricken. “Of me?” She shook her head. “For you.” When he pulled her toward him she went willingly, sliding across the small expanse of sofa. Turning slightly so she could hold him, she felt his hands caressing first her hair, then slipping down her back, with slow, gentle strokes that both soothed and excited her. His touch held a promise of better things to come and she began to feel herself relax for the first time that day. “You don’t ever have to be afraid with me. You’re safe here,” Joe whispered in her ear. She slid her hand to his chest, wedging it between their bodies and felt his heart beating strong and steady. When their lips finally met, she moaned and clung to him as the familiar warmth of arousal flooded through her. She was already moist, could feel the walls of her vagina begin to ache as they thickened. She moved onto his lap, straddling him, her knees digging into the couch cushions on either 193

Echoes of the Past side of his hips. He was already hard for her; she could feel the heat through his jeans, where his cock pressed tightly against the rough, thick material. The top she wore had buttons and Joe began to tug at them, one after the other until he was finally able to slide the silky material off her shoulders. It dropped behind her and when he quickly undid her bra, it also fell away, exposing her breasts to his urgent touch. He kissed her neck, moving to her nipples and she tugged at his hair, locking his head in place against her bosom. It felt so wonderful as his tongue rolled across those hard nubs, lips tugging gently at them, pulling them out to rigid points. “Your pants,” she gasped, tugging almost savagely at his belt buckle. When it wouldn’t budge, she pinched the tender skin of his abdomen, finding only a scant amount of skin to pull on, since his muscles were well developed there. He got the message—she needed help with the belt. A low chuckle emerged from his throat as he deftly undid the silver buckle, then moved his hand out of the way so she could finish the job. Then, so quickly that it nearly took her breath away, Joe swung her off of him, stood and picked her up in his arms, facing him. She clamped her legs around his waist as he carried her down the hallway to the bedroom. Once they were on the bed, all remaining clothing seemed to come off in a frenzy. She was hungry for him, longed to taste every inch of him. Joe usually had a slow hand when it came to their lovemaking, but today he, too, seemed almost frantic as he pulled 194

Audra Cole her skirt down then her panties. All of her nerve endings seemed to be electrically charged as his lips found the tender parts of her body, nibbling, licking, pulling. She moaned more than once as he worked his way down to her inner thighs, then parted her lips and found her clit. She felt the pressure build, the heat rise and begged for release. Joe lay back and pulled her on top of him, kneading at her breasts as they hovered close enough to his mouth for him to reach out with his tongue and lick them. And oh, how she wished he’d do just that. She got up on her knees and hovered there for a moment, smiling a little wickedly at him, then brought herself down, sheathing his cock with velvety walls that were dripping with her cream. He arched his back, tensed his neck and grasped her hips tightly as she rode him to an orgasm that rocked her senses. An ecstasy bordering on pain erupted inside of Erica as she felt Joe’s hot cum flood her vagina. “Oh, please, don’t let it stop, I need all of you…more…more…” Erica cried. But it did end and as the fire made its way from her cunt outward through her muscles and finally erupted as perspiration that coated her skin in a fine sheen, she collapsed in his arms and sighed with satisfaction. **** The banging on the door jarred Erica from sleep. She was curled against Joe, her head resting on his left 195

Echoes of the Past shoulder, her arm draped across his rigid abdomen. “What the hell?” he groused, sitting up. She fell away from him with reluctance, thinking at first that it must have been Mingo, pawing at the door. Then the second knock came and a gruff male voice shouted, “Police! Open the door.” Erica glanced at the bedside clock and was shocked to see that it was after four in the afternoon. Quickly, she gathered her clothing and headed toward the bathroom. A glance over her shoulder told her that Joe was hastily pulling on his jeans. “Damn it,” he muttered as he passed her in the hallway. Erica went into the small bathroom and locked the door. When she emerged a few moments later, hastily thrown together, she found Joe standing in the middle of the living room holding a document in his hand. Bobby Ray Dunn was in the kitchen, pulling open drawers and cabinets and Lehna Redhawk was pulling couch cushions onto the floor and running her hand around under the place where the seat met the back. “What’s going on here?” she asked, going up to Joe. “Search warrant,” he replied his voice tight with anger. “What?” She felt her heart skip a beat or two as the impact of what was happening finally registered. “Duly obtained and executed warrant to search these premises,” Bobby Ray said, swaggering into the room. I’ll get the…” He looked Erica up and down, 196

Audra Cole then smirked as he continued, “…bedroom. Don’t you two bother straightening it up….” Erica felt her cheeks flush and she saw Joe’s jaw muscles clench so hard that they spasmed with the effort to control his temper. Lehna straightened up from her task and eyed Erica. “He’s a dick,” she said matter-of-factly. “How long will this take?” Joe demanded. “As long as it takes, Mr. Lakota,” Lehna replied mildly, moving on to the bookcase against the far wall. She pulled open the enclosed bottom and squatted down, searching it thoroughly. “What are you looking for,” Erica ventured, trying to keep her voice steady. “Proof that Mr. Lakota’s wife was in this cabin, and it looks like I just found it,” came Bobby Ray’s voice from the hallway. He strutted into the room dangling a large gold loop earring between his thumb and forefinger. Erica turned around just as Bobby Ray came up behind her. “Doesn’t look like your style,” he said holding the shiny earring up to Erica’s earlobe. He looked pointedly at the pair of diamond studs she was wearing. “I’ve never seen that before,” Joe protested, meeting Erica’s piercing gaze. “Not even on your wife, Ranger Lakota?” Bobby Ray taunted. Erica felt the earth shift again, and her heart began beating wildly inside her ribcage. She felt hot, then 197

Echoes of the Past cold, then hot again. “Don’t believe them, Erica,” Joe said, touching her arm. She was ready to pull away from him, but when she saw the look of true bewilderment in those deep, dark eyes, she knew he wasn’t a good enough actor to fake it. “That earring proves nothing,” she said stonily. “You can’t even prove it’s her….” Bobby Ray’s sneer sent a chill racing down Erica’s spine. “Matter of fact, looks like a match to the one she was wearing when she was found floating in the lake. All we have to do is match the DNA that’s bound to be on the post and there will be no doubt it was hers,” he said. He dropped the earring into a plastic evidence bag, wrote something on the outside and put it in his jacket pocket. “Bagged and tagged,” he added, with a wink. “You’re going to have to come with us again, Mr. Lakota,” Lehna said, motioning toward the door. Then to Bobby Ray, “You want to finish up, search the bathroom and back porch. And bring Joe a shirt from his closet, he can’t go out like this.” She appraised Joe’s bare chest appreciatively. Beyond being embarrassed by these two, Erica got her purse and pulled out the cell phone. “He’ll get his phone call down at the station,” Bobby Ray said over his shoulder. “Well, unless I’m under arrest, too, I’m entitled to make as many phone calls as I want, whenever I want. Don’t you have a bathroom to search?” Erica 198

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Chapter Nineteen hen Erica returned to the inn, she found Paula and Edgar at the kitchen table sipping drinks and talking. “Did Cal call the lawyer?” was her first question. Paula nodded. Edgar got up and mixed Erica a drink. “Bourbon and water. You need this,” he told her, pushing the glass into her hand and guiding her to the chair next to Paula. “What happened?” She told them, and when she got to the part about Joe being taken in for questioning again, her eyes filled with tears. “An earring,” Edgar said thoughtfully. “Did they say exactly where they found it?” Erica thought for a minute. “I heard that little prick, Bobby Ray, tell Lehna that it was under the bed.” Edgar got up. “I think Mimi and I will go to the Eagle Hill for dinner. It’s nearly five-thirty, I’m sure she’s hungry.” “We can fix you something here, Edgar, if Mimi isn’t up to going out,” Paula offered without

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Echoes of the Past “This is Clyde Proctor, my lawyer He wants to look around down at the dock and talk to both of you,” Joe said by way of introduction. Clyde held out a well-manicured hand for Erica to shake, then moved on to Paula. His bushy eyebrows shot up and down for emphasis as he said, “Pleasure to meet you two ladies. Joe tells me you can be a big help in this case.” Paula pulled her hand back. “I don’t see how.” Proctor exhibited a toothy grin, emphasizing the mustache and goatee he sported, and Erica was at once reminded of an evangelist preacher she’d once seen at a tent revival when she was about twelve years old. Her grandmother had insisted she go. The man glad-handed the crowd then worked them up into a frenzy with his Bible-thumping and shouted amens. The whole thing had frightened her a little, seeing how easily people can be led around by smooth words coming from slick orators. Erica was sure that Clyde Proctor was a master at that game. “I’ll be representing this gentleman. He’s a member of our State Park Services Department and a highly respected community businessman. I don’t know what the police think they’re doing,” Clyde said as though outraged. “Have you known Joe for a long time?” Paula put in, cocking one eyebrow. Clyde exhibited a wolfish grin and Erica shivered slightly. “Tell you what, I’m heading down to the lake. I understand she was actually killed in the woods, so 204

Audra Cole I’ll be looking there, too. Joe, you stay here. I need to take my time, reconstruct what might have happened. I’ll be back to talk to you lovely ladies, and anyone else here who might be able to help. Joe, you can let me know who that might be and maybe get them down here.” Once the attorney was out the door, Joe held up a hand. “Don’t say it. I know. But Cal swears he’s the man for the job and right now I need all the help I can get. I’m not allowed to leave town, which means I can’t do my job, which means I need to call the Park Service and put in for some leave time.” Just then Edgar and Mimi appeared in the doorway. “There’s someone down on the dock.” Mimi announced. “Joe’s attorney,” Paula told them. Edgar advanced into the room. “What did the police ask you?” Joe threw him a quizzical look, but answered. “Why I killed my ex-wife. Then they wanted to know how the earring got under the bed, but of course they smirked enough so I got the message that they thought they knew exactly how it got there. At that point Mr. Proctor showed up and that was it, no more questions. He hustled me out the door with his ‘charge my client right now or he walks’ speech, and we walked.” “So now Mr. Proctor is down at the lake looking for exactly what?” Edgar queried. Joe shrugged. 205

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Audra Cole of tan chinos and a red pullover sweater. “I’m back. I just wanted someone to know,” he said to the room in general and no one in particular. “Are you Mr. Ryan?” Clyde asked, extending a hand. Charles took it then replied, “Yes, who are you?” “I’m looking into your wife’s death.” Erica noticed how skillfully Clyde avoided mentioning his name or real profession. “God. I’ve been in Pittsburgh, making arrangements and seeing her parents. But, I will say one thing, the drive down there was therapeutic. Do you know when Lisa’s body will be released?” “Not yet. But, we do need to talk, Mr. Ryan.” Erica glanced out the back door as movement caught her eye, and saw Paula walking toward the dock. Then her attention was drawn back to the conversation as Clyde asked Charles some wellplaced questions about his relationship with his wife. “Did you know she’d been married to Joe?” Charles shook his head, then threw Joe a look that Erica found difficult to decipher. Joe sought out Erica with his eyes and met her gaze steadily. She drew comfort from that. “I may need to talk to you again,” Clyde told Charles as he told them goodbye. Halfway expecting a confrontation to erupt between Charles and Joe, Erica was relieved when Charles announced he was going to his room to make some business calls. “Let’s take a walk,” Joe suggested, holding out his 209

Echoes of the Past hand for her to take. She hesitated just a split second, but it was enough to bring that hurt look back into his eyes. She felt a fist clench her heart. The morning was cool and crisp, and they walked hand in hand without speaking until Paula met them on the hill. “You’re not going to believe what I found,” she began, then held out the object for them to examine. It was mud-caked and the stone in the center had lost its luster, but even with all the water damage and mossy film covering parts of it, Erica could see that it was an exquisite brooch. “Where did you find this?” she asked, taking the piece from her friend’s hand. “Over there in the mud, by the water, near the woods.” Where Mingo was sitting yesterday when I couldn’t get him to follow me, Erica thought as she tried to brush away some of the silt. The brooch was about two inches in diameter with delicate filigree surrounding a central stone. She couldn’t tell what the stone was. “This has been in the water a long, long time.” “Indeed it has. I’m going to take it inside and try to clean it up, so we can see what we’ve got here,” Paula told them, as she took the brooch from Erica and continuing her journey up the hill toward the inn. “Come back with me to the cabin,” Joe said as they reached the edge of the woods. She slipped into his embrace and nuzzled his neck. “I can’t.” “It’s not because you doubt me, is it?” 210

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Echoes of the Past carrying the heavy snakes across the lawn. The cars were in the way. Why didn’t she think to move the cars? But the men found a way to work around them with an efficiency that seemed perfectly choreographed. Their shouts competed with the crackling of the flames as wood split and fell away from the once-beautiful structure, hitting the ground and nearby bushes. When the roof collapsed it seemed to happen in slow motion, as it hovered in mid-air for a moment, then lowered itself almost gracefully onto its foundation. “Anyone hurt?” came a voice from somewhere behind Erica. She turned to see one of the paramedics who had helped take Mimi away the night of her fall standing at her elbow. “Anyone need medical attention?” he repeated. Erica just shook her head. Paula put the fire extinguisher down on the porch and leaned against the building. Next came the police. Jed Wilson, the officer who had taken their report on the prowler was accompanied by Greg Novak. Obviously Greg had been rousted out of bed by this one, and looked it. His hair was half-combed, his eyes puffy, his face unshaven. He was not in uniform, but wore a pair of jeans and a red sweatshirt. “Everyone accounted for?” he asked, his voice gravely and none too pleasant. The words ‘this time’ seemed to be hanging on the end of his question even though he didn’t say them. 214

Audra Cole “We’re fine, Novak,” Edgar replied, his tone almost matching Greg’s. Mimi, who had been hovering in the doorway, now came to Edgar and leaned against him. “Where’s Mr. Ryan, then?” Greg was looking at Erica for an answer. “Right here. What the hell is going on?” said Charles, coming out the front door. “Surprised you could sleep through all of this,” Greg commented. “My room’s on the other side of the building…and I took a sleeping pill.” Silence followed the statement. Finally Erica spoke, her voice quivering. “Some of those rose bushes were over a hundred years old.” Paula came to her, laying an hand on her arm. “Easy. Let’s go inside and let them finish out here. If Chief Novak wants to talk to us he can do it in there. I’m freezing and you’re shivering.” With that, Paula shepherded Erica into the kitchen. Greg wasn’t far behind them, with Charles on his heels. “I want to know what you’re doing about getting Joe Lakota charged with my wife’s murder. I thought you arrested him, but he was here yesterday morning.” “He was never actually arrested, Mr. Ryan,” Greg replied, taking up a position by the door as though he thought one or all of them might try to flee. Edgar joined them. “I’ve sent Mimi back upstairs. She’d like some tea. If one of you ladies will put on 215

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Echoes of the Past suppose.” “See that this one dies a quick death,” Greg shot back with feeling. “Stay out of my murder investigation. You have no authority here. And don’t even think about sticking your nose into this arson case, either.” “You think they’re connected?” Edgar asked, his gaze boring into the chief. “You do not need to worry about what I think,” Greg responded, pacing the words evenly, emphasizing each one equally. “Are we clear?” Then, Edgar smiled. “Crystal.” Greg stared hard at the other man for a moment longer, then turned to Erica. “Give Jed your statements when he’s finished outside” Once Greg was gone, Edgar, Paula and Erica sat down at the kitchen table. “You’ll need to find out who carries the insurance on this place and turn in a claim at once.” Edgar told Erica. She nodded, still trying to make sense of it all. “If you and Mimi want to go somewhere else…you only have a few more days until the doctor releases her, anyway…” “We’re here for the duration. We discussed it already. I’ve got some definite ideas about this case and intend to pursue them,” Edgar vowed. Paula chuckled. “I guess you weren’t listening to that part where Greg said stay out of his investigations, huh?” Edgar returned her smile. “I’m old. Guess my 218

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Audra Cole “I need to see you.” Even to her own ears, her voice sounded small and weak. “I’m meeting with Proctor this afternoon. The county has put me on paid leave until this mess is cleared up. Proctor wants to sue them, but I think that’s the least of my worries right now.” Erica felt bile rise up from her stomach and burn her throat. She pushed it back down with effort and said, “You don’t think…” “I think before too much longer I’ll be arrested. Charles Ryan is putting a lot of pressure on the police. He’s convinced I killed Lisa. Come to the cabin tonight for dinner, Erica.” The invitation had an undertone of urgency, and she felt her heart rate quicken. She needed to see him. No. She needed him. “Early. I don’t want to be out late.” “Five. I’ve got some salmon I can broil. And a very good bottle of wine.” **** Paula spent an hour at the local library researching the brooch. In the end, it was the librarian, a gangly woman with wire-rimmed glasses and thick red hair, who steered her in the right direction. “My mother deals in antique jewelry. I’ve seen pieces like this in her collection. I’d say it was made in the early 1800s. There’s a marking on the back, just a minute, let me get the magnifying glass.” The marking turned out to be two letters: N and Y. 227

Echoes of the Past “For New York, I’d say. That’s where it was made.” “How the hell did it end up here I wonder?” The woman put the magnifying glass down on her desk. “My guess is that a settler brought it with her. This was a trial west, you know. Easterners came through here on their way to California. Some of them ended up staying here, putting down roots. Many of them came from privileged lives in the east and brought their treasures with them. I’d say you’re holding one in your hand right now.” Paula felt a thrill of excitement. She’d known from the minute she’d touched the brooch that there was something special, no something significant, about it. She just needed to find out what. When she walked into the Eagle Hill, she was bombarded by questions from patrons about the fire. She talked for a few minutes with them, then let Cal steer her to a table in the back where he had two draft beers waiting. “I went ahead and put in our order,” he told her. Usually, this sort of thing, a man assuming he knew what she wanted to eat, would have annoyed her, but in this case she found herself looking forward to seeing what they brought out of the kitchen for her. She sipped at the brew, then took out the brooch and showed it to him. “Isn’t it exquisite? I’m so excited. But I need to know more about it.” He leaned forward, taking it from her hand an examining it. “Like I said before, pay a visit to the historical society. I’ll bet they could help you trace it, 228

Audra Cole and answer some of the other questions I see whirling around in that pretty brain of yours.” “Such as?” He smiled. “Such as, who your other resident spirits are and why they are still hanging around.” “You’re not going to make fun of me?” Cal’s expression sobered. “My great-great grandfather was a tribal healer. Part of our belief is that the body and spirit must work as one. And if that hasn’t been accomplished when death occurs, the spirit will not rest.” “I guess our beliefs aren’t that far apart, then, because I believe that the spirits of the dead wander the earth because they didn’t resolve something in life and they can’t move on until they do. Unfinished business keeps them here, bound to the earthly plane.” Cal studied her for a moment. “My great-great grandfather also believed in Dreamcatchers, even though they didn’t originate with the Iroquois tribe. They were first used by the Chippewa. But he had vision and wasn’t afraid of new ideas.” Paula had seen the round, beaded items with feathers hanging from them in gift shops but was really unclear about the history behind them. “Tell me about them.” Cal sipped his beer. Lunch arrived just then, two heaping platters, his with a charbroiled steak burger and fries, hers with a thick, juicy chicken breast filet and a mound of mixed vegetables. Looking at her food, Paula smiled. “Perfect. I 229

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Echoes of the Past we’ll need a police report to file the claim.” Mimi clucked her tongue. “I suppose they are just trying to be thorough.” “Tell me what the doctor said.” “Oh, they x-rayed the arm. It’s healing beautifully, everything’s in its place. Now it’s just a matter of enduring the next four weeks until this wretched cast comes off.” Edgar came into view again, this time empty handed. Erica expected him to join them but instead he got into his car, backed out and drove away. It really wasn’t Erica’s place to question the guests about where they went, but she couldn’t help it. “Is Edgar going out to get lunch for you? I really don’t mind fixing something here.” Mimi turned just as the car’s back end disappeared from view around the corner of the inn. “Oh, he’s off on another one of his hunches.” Then, lowering her voice to a confidential tone, she added, “He’s onto something about that poor girl’s murder.” Then, her eyes widened and her mouth made an ‘O’ as though she realized she’d said too much. Erica felt her heart lurch. “He’s conducting his own investigation?” Mimi backed away. “I’m just exhausted, dear. I think I need a nap. We had lunch in Du Bois so don’t worry about me. But I’m afraid I overindulged. That always makes me sleepy.” With that, she scurried inside.

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Echoes of the Past desire and her body ached to have him become one with her, but more than that she wanted have him stroke her, caress her, reassure her that the rift caused by the events of the past few days was mended, and that things were right between them once again. Sex alone would not do that. And so that was what they did, there on the living room couch, with Mingo snoozing peacefully nearby and supper simmering on the stove. They held one another, stroked one another, reassured one another without speaking, without undressing, without the wild abandon that had usually accompanied their lovemaking. Erica closed her eyes, taking in his scent, the feel of his lean, hard body, the strength in those muscular arms as they encircled her. When she finally felt the thickening behind the zipper of his jeans, she began to stroke his chest, playing at the hair peeking out above the shirt opening near his throat. She tugged on a few strands. “Ouch!” He tightened his grip on her a little then relaxed it again. “Baby.” She looked up at him, feeling playful for the first time in days. Again, she tugged on the wayward hairs. But this time, he didn’t protest, didn’t squeeze her. Instead, he began to tickle her along her sides. “Hey, no fair!” She squirmed around trying to escape, but he held fast, still poking his fingers playfully into her ribcage. “Oh, you want fair? Sorry…no can do.” 238

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Echoes of the Past she held him tight as the orgasm sent warm pulses throughout her body. She felt his need pressing against her and ripped at his pants, then his zipper until she at last held his cock in her hand. Pumping wildly, all she could think about was having him inside of her, re-establishing that intimate connection. Joe got out of his jeans then his shorts. Erica felt her own heat rise again, as he entered her, thrusting deeply, his penis demanding satisfaction. “I love you, too,” Joe whispered as his seed spilled into her and she came again.

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Echoes of the Past The council elder looked ancient, his skin like leather, deeply grooved by many years of exposure to the sun and harsh elements. Tonight his eyes were dark with anger, his mouth twisted in disfavor. They felt the vibration of the earth beneath their bodies long before they realized what was causing it. It began like a distant roar, then grew louder until the sound of hoofbeats could be distinguished. Faceless men on horseback suddenly appeared out of the darkness and the women scattered, some going inside the longhouse, others running toward the deep woods that surrounded the village. The wind picked up, howling through the trees like the wail of something loosed from the bowels of hell. The smell of death and fear filled the air as the battle raged and blood soaked the ground. Then all was silent and Cal Motega stepped out of the middle of the chaos, holding a Dreamcatcher high into the air and shaking it toward the sky. Wake up…WAKE UP. Then he stomped his foot and the loud thud sounded as sharp as the crack of a whip. Paula jerked awake just as her nose slid under the water. Sputtering, she sat up and gasped. “God!” She coughed and spit out the briny-tasting liquid. “Jesus!” She looked around the bathroom in a panic. What was that noise? Or was it a noise at all, or just part of that crazy dream? It had seemed so real, all except Cal stepping out and…what? Tribal council? Wise old men? A surprise attack? Another sharp sound made her jump and she stood up, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her shivering body. The water had grown cold and she could feel the goose bumps popping up along her 244

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Echoes of the Past floor. As she got closer, she noticed it had fallen onto a valise, the kind that used to be associated with carpetbaggers. It was dull with age, but the floral pattern was still discernible. Next to it was a box, worn and ragged. As she knelt down, she saw that the box was actually made of some kind of leather. The lid, also leather, was padded. In the center was a diamond-shaped knob made of something that resembled marble or perhaps onyx. “So is this what you wanted me to find?” She waited for a response, but got none. She sat the dummy upright, then picked up the valise and box and headed for the stairs, half expecting to encounter some kind of resistance, but there was none. When she reached the second floor once again, she heard movement downstairs. Her pulse quickening, she went to the head of the stairs and was relieved to see Erica coming her way. “Where have you been, on a scavenger hunt?” Paula chuckled, partly from relief, partly because it was true. “Up on the third floor. The natives were restless tonight.” Erica’s eyebrow shot up in a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. “Let’s go into my room. I was led to these items and I’m anxious to see why,” Paula told her.

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Echoes of the Past unannounced visitors here, Cecil discourages that, but once in a while a passerby will see one of us outside and come up the hill to pay respects. But there was no one. I began to read and got so engrossed, that it took me a moment to realize that someone was weeping nearby, perhaps on the other side of the fence, or in the tangle of willows that border that part of the property. I jumped up, my heart leaping into my throat, and called out but got no answer. Yet the weeping continued. When I walked toward the fence that runs along the back side of the garden, the sound seemed to be coming from my right. When I turned that way, it seemed to be coming from my left. Then it suddenly stopped. Again, the fear overwhelmed me as I searched every foot of the garden, only to discover that I was completely alone. If I tell Cecil of this, he will surely insist I see a doctor for my nerves. So I will not reveal the episode to another living soul, only to you, diary, for I know my secret will be safe within your pages.” “Oh, Lord,” Paula whispered. “The weeping in the garden,” Erica added. She looked at Paula, whose face had now lost some of its color. “She heard it, too. Do you know what that means?” Paula’s eyes were bright with a mixture of triumph and excitement. Erica nodded. “We have a very old ghost on our hands.” She handed the diary back to Paula. “The next entry is July the fifth, nineteen hundred. Paula took the book and began to read. “Cecil is on what I can only call a rampage. He became furious with me at the annual Fourth of July picnic in town 254

Audra Cole when I asked several people if they had ever heard of strange things happening at the house we now occupy. Notice, diary, that I cannot refer to this as my home. It will never seem like a home to me. It is a mausoleum harboring some sort of secret that has caused it to be a place of sadness or tragedy or both. When we talked about my behavior, I broke down, begging my husband to consider selling this place and moving us into one of the houses in town. But, I’m afraid he’s become rather used to being Lord of the Manor and will never give it up. He’s also asked me why I now spend so much time at my desk in the evenings. I don’t dare tell him I’m keeping a diary or he would pitch it into the rubbish heap, or burn it. So, I lie and tell him I’m writing to my sisters, who are eager for news of our lives here in Spirit Lake. I’m so homesick for Philadelphia, diary. And I’m so tired of fighting the influences that I sense all around me. Last night I awoke for no reason and was immediately overcome by such a sadness that I wept for an hour. I moved Barry to another bedroom this week, the small one at the south end of the house. It is cozy and he is at last able to sleep at night. Cecil allowed the move only because he was tired of being awakened by our son’s nightmares and complaints of being cold. Because Cecil is suspicious of my writings, I am going to hide this diary in a secret place on the third floor, along with something else precious to me.” Paula closed the book and let it rest in her lap. “That’s it. She never wrote in it again.” Erica reached for the envelope. “This must be the something precious.” She opened the envelope and 255

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Chapter Twenty-Seven rica awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and renewed. She’d called Joe before bed, telling him about Paula’s discoveries and their intention to visit the historical society in Hartsburg. He’d given her instructions on how to find it. “I’d like to go with you, but I’m meeting with Clyde Proctor. He thinks he can bully the county into reinstating me,” he told her, but she couldn’t help but notice that his tone didn’t convey much confidence. Now, she got out of bed, glancing at the alarm clock as she grabbed her robe from the foot of the bed and slipped it on. It was just after seven-thirty. She’d shower quickly, then go downstairs and fix breakfast. She went to the window and parted the curtains. It was going to be another beautiful day. The sky was clear and there was a light covering of dew sparkling on the hillside. Raising the window a little, she let the chilly morning air drift into the room, bringing with it the aroma of the damp earth below. She met Paula, who was dressed already in a calf length prairie skirt of deep umber and a cotton blouse of lime green, in the hallway. A dishtowel was tied

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Echoes of the Past muffins with her. “I need to finish sorting things and packing what we won’t be needing between now and when we leave.” Erica stared after the woman for a moment, then turned her attention back to Paula. “Do you detect a little tension in the air where Mimi’s concerned? She was nervous as a cat and skillfully avoided your question about where Edgar was off to so early this morning.” Paula nodded “Something’s going on. And why was that police chief here at the crack of dawn? Do you suppose they have a lead?” “Besides Joe, you mean?” Erica snapped. “Look, I don’t believe for a minute Joe killed that woman. But somebody did.” Erica stared sullenly into her cup of coffee. “Joe thinks he’ll be arrested either today or tomorrow.” She felt the old knot return in her stomach. “Then Greg Novak is a fool.” Paula got up and glanced at the clock. “The historical society opens at ten. I’m assuming there will be someone there to talk to, and they’ll let us do some research.” Paula’s eyes were bright with enthusiasm and Erica couldn’t help but smile. “What?” Paula demanded. “Nothing. I’m just amazed at how you take everything in stride, that’s all.” “Maybe I just don’t have any better sense, ever think of that? Come on, lets get moving. I want to be there when they open.” The ringing of the phone summoned Erica to the 260

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Chapter Twenty-Eight he Hartsburg historical society was located on a short side street off the main drag. The two-story house, made of large irregular stones, was very plain in its design with a red tile roof. The front porch consisted of a series of wooden planks that were painted gray and just uneven enough to testify to their age. Four slender white pillars supported the porch roof, which was also red tile. “Quaint,” Paula whispered, as she opened the door and walked inside the cool interior. “Typical austere architecture, common for this area during the nineteenth century,” Erica commented. She’d read up on Western Pennsylvania when she returned to New York last summer. “I’m impressed.” Paula smiled Erica’s way. The room was wallpapered in shades of dark blue and gray with splashes of deep crimson. Straight ahead was an arch-shaped counter, much like the ones seen in libraries. Behind the counter stood a matronly looking, bespectacled woman who looked to be in her mid-forties. She had a pleasant face and dark hair pulled back in the same sort of chignon

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Audra Cole from the eighteenth and nineteenth century.” Paula was right next to Ms. Bradford now, straining to see inside of the file drawer. “We have some very interesting things from Fort Pitt when it was under the command of Lieutenant William Brigmann. There are also some artifacts from the settlers that were found at the fort when it was decommissioned in 1888. It had a turbulent history, though. Especially during one year. A massacre actually took place. Well, here are the things, I’ll let you read about it for yourselves. The reading room is next door. Just be sure you leave all documents in their protective coverings.” She left them alone to pour over the voluminous records. **** Erica, being the organized one, began separating the files by time frame, but soon found that most of them were from the same five-year period and matched the dates when Lieutenant Brigmann commanded the fort. “Well, at least he wasn’t a sloppy record-keeper,” Paula quipped as she opened the first journal and began to read. “May 1, 1841. I’ve assigned my second in command Sergeant Jeremy Taylor to take half a dozen men and do a census of the settlers under the protection of this fort. He is a good soldier, dedicated and reliable. The records kept by my predecessor were scant and poorly maintained, but I do glean from what I have read 267

Echoes of the Past that Fort Pitt was ruled with a lax hand and the men given to drinking too much. I can only hope that my firmness, yet fairness will turn things around.” “A man with dedication and high hopes,” Paula said, leafing ahead a few pages. He says here that there were three families homesteading in the area and that a roster has been made of their names and origins. See anything like that? They aren’t listed here.” Erica thumbed through the papers she’d been separating. “Not yet. Keep reading, let me know what’s interesting.” “Oh, here he talks about the Iroquois in the area. He’s met with their chief, let me read it to you.” “June 3, 1841. Today I visited the Iroquois village and was somewhat surprised at the organization with which they existed. Their longhouses are built at the base of a hill that provides perfect cover and protection and are highly sophisticated in design. The clear fresh-water lake is perfect for their needs and the woods provide them with ample hunting. Their chief, Tyee, seems determined to abide by the treaty signed with our government as well as the peaceful coexistence outlined by the Iroquois Confederacy. I feel confident that he is a man of his word and a man of honor. I also met his son, Yuma, who seemed to me hostile, yet he held his tongue.” Paula continued to go through the pages quickly, then suddenly Erica heard her exclaim, “My God. Our

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Echoes of the Past “I had long suspected that Sergeant Taylor gave the Clarks special attention because he was sweet on their daughter, Katie. When he returned to the fort to sound the alarm, he was in a state such as I’d never seen him before. He was ranting and raving, talking of taking retribution on the Iroquois. The carnage he had happened upon was such that I could not refuse. This breach of the treaty was clearly an attempt to start a war. I was relieved, however, to discover that the other two families under our care were unharmed. Although, it does make me wonder if the attack was of a personal nature, although I can not understand why that would be so. We will attack after midnight, as I feel that will take them by surprise.” “My God, they slaughtered them, even the children.” Erica felt sick inside, but still she read on. “August 20, 1841. I write this as I am recovering from my wounds. Our attack on the Iroquois village was a success, if you can ever call the massacre of dozens a success. Some of the more fortunate women and children did escape into the woods, although very few. I sustained a serious cut along my left shoulder blade, but nothing life threatening, thanks to our excellent doctor. Some of the others under my command were not so fortunate. We lost fifteen good men on the battlefield and three more from their injuries once they were returned to the fort. I would have spared all the villagers except the men, but once my soldiers smelled the blood and were fully engaged in battle, they were crazed with a lust for killing and I could not have stopped them if I had tried. I am saddened by the losses on both sides, but we are 270

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Audra Cole log cabin upside down to no avail. But, as most things thought forever lost, I’m sure it will show up someday in the most unlikely place. I will secret this letter in my dress pocket and the next time John goes to the general store at the fort I will ask to accompany him. I will tell him I need to pick out some new material for the children’s clothing. Forgive me my little deceit, Rachel, but it is the only way I can get this letter mailed, since the only post office is also at the fort. “I will have to ask that you not reply to this, for it would surely be picked up by John. In the meantime, I will work on him to soften his anger against Rufus, then perhaps we can communicate in the open someday. Your devoted sister-in-law, Hattie.” Erica made no attempt to wipe away the tears that now streamed down her cheeks. When she handed the letter to Paula, she saw that her friend’s eyes were also bright with moisture. “Well, I guess we know what drew you here, don’t we? This is destiny, Erica. You’ve just discovered the missing branch of your family tree.” Erica stared at Paula. “And you have discovered the history behind the brooch.” Paula reached into her skirt pocket and withdrew the lace handkerchief and unwrapped the brooch. “Now, it’s home.” Erica lay the piece in the palm of her hand. “But how did it end up in the lake?” “We may never know that. But we have a lot of other answers.” “You think our resident spirit is one of my dead 273

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Audra Cole Once the copies were made and put into sheet protectors, Ms. Bradford turned to Erica and said, “I’m going to make a special display down here of all this memorabilia. And I’m going to tell everyone the story of how the brooch was found after all these centuries. It’s really sort of spooky, isn’t it? I mean especially in view of all the rumors floating around town after that awful thing that happened…” Then realizing who she was talking to, Ms. Bradford blushed. Erica quickly changed the subject. “Do you have a camera?” Still flustered, the woman just nodded. “Why don’t we take some color shots of the brooch, close-ups, and you can put them with the letter for the display?” Relief flooded Ms. Bradford’s finely etched features and she rushed to get the camera, then spent the next twenty minutes concentrating on getting just the right angle and just the right exposure with her durablelooking Nikon.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine n hour and a half later, when Erica and Paula returned to the inn, they ran into Charles Ryan, who was just getting out of his car. Erica felt awkward and wasn’t really sure what to say to the man. What exactly am I supposed to say to someone who thinks my boyfriend killed his wife, anyway? Paula, however, didn’t seem to have a problem. “So, Mr. Ryan, has the coroner released your wife’s body yet?” Erica restrained the impulse to give her friend a sideways kick in the shins, knowing it would do no good anyway. “Actually, he has. I’ve also met with the police.” He threw a significant glance Erica’s way. Then, changing the subject, he added, “You two look pretty pleased with yourselves.” He waved them ahead of him onto the porch then quickly followed. “Well, we’ve made some pretty amazing discoveries today,” Erica told the man. She then gave him a rundown on their visit to the historical society and what they had uncovered there. “Really? So, you have a connection here.”

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Chapter Thirty rica took another swallow of beer, then dialed Joe’s number. No answer. Where the hell is he? She was fairly bursting with the news of the day’s adventure and wanted to share it with him right away. She’d just put the receiver back in the cradle when she heard that familiar canine whine at the back door. Rushing out of the office she called, “Great minds must run in the same channel, I was just calling you…” The rest of the sentence died on her lips as she saw only Mingo standing on the stoop. “Where’s Joe?” she asked the dog, as though she expected an answer. Tail wagging, tongue lolling around a mouth open with excitement at the sight of her, Mingo bounded into the kitchen and licked Erica’s hand lavishly. “Good boy,” she said, patting his large furry head. “Where’s Joe?” she repeated, searching the darkening hillside for him. Finally, she closed and locked the door. “Okay, why are you out roaming around by yourself?” Again, she got a quizzical look and a tilted head for

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Echoes of the Past but when she did, her voice came out in a strangled, “No! You can’t! No!” “I’m sorry, dear. I know you’ve become fond of the place, and now with it being part of your family’s history you feel connected, but I need to think of….” “I’ll buy it! Half of it. I’ll be your partner. I’ll help you run it. We can do it together, Evelyn. Don’t do this, don’t take the inn from me, please!” Erica knew she sounded hysterical, but she couldn’t help it. She felt sick inside, as panic at the thought of losing the inn, of seeing it destroyed, raced through her like a runaway train. The silence on the other end of the phone seemed to go on forever as she stood by the desk in the minuscule office and clutched the receiver so tightly her hand throbbed with pain. Her knees were shaking and she could hear her breath coming in short, anxious gasps. “You’re serious?” Erica felt relief flood her senses and she sat down heavily in the desk chair. “Yes! Please, Evelyn, don’t sign anything…you didn’t, did you?” “No. I told the attorney I’d think about it for a couple of days. He’s supposed to come back on Monday.” “I’m serious, Evelyn. I have the money. My divorce settlement was very generous and I’ll be getting alimony for the next seven years. Please, let’s work something out.” Erica held her breath, waiting for a response. Finally, Evelyn said, “I think we can do that. Let’s 280

Audra Cole talk tomorrow.” When Erica hung up the phone, she folded her arms on the desk and rested her head on them. She felt drained, near tears. I need to talk to Joe. Where is he? As if her thoughts were suddenly turned into action, the phone rang again. This time it was him. **** The high-pitched tone of Erica’s voice put Joe immediately on alert. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing…everything…” Was she crying? “Erica, tell me what’s going on. Now.” When she responded, her words came out with the rapid-fire cadence of a machine gun. “So much has happened today…we went to the historical society…you won’t believe…then Evelyn said she’s selling the inn. I can’t let her. I told her…then Mingo came to the door…I can’t handle…” “Whoa! Slow down. Take a deep breath.” He waited silently until he heard her exhale. “I just got back from a marathon session with my supervisors and Proctor. I’m going to grab a quick shower and come over. As for my wayward pup, he and I will have a long talk about dropping in unannounced. Who’s there with you?” “Just Charles Ryan. Wait a minute.” He heard a male voice in the background, then Erica came back on the line. “Scratch that. He’s on his 281

Echoes of the Past way into town, says he needs to unwind. He’s not the only one.” Joe smiled. “I think I can handle the unwinding part.” “I’ll fix dinner. Just get here. I’m sorry I was so scattered a few moments ago. I have some amazing news.” Joe chuckled. “This news isn’t going to result in me passing out cigars a few months from now in some hospital waiting room, is it? Not that I’d mind that, though, come to think of it.” He heard her sharp intake of breath and his smile broadened. “See you in a little while,” he added before breaking the connection. **** Erica knew she was blushing. Profusely. And she was very glad no one was there to see it. Then it occurred to her that this was the first time in their relationship that Joe had expressed serious intentions toward her, the first time he had alluded to them being a family someday. She found she like the idea. The inn was silent around her, save for Mingo’s soft snoring and the hum of the refrigerator. It had been such an eventful day, she’d had to absorb so much, that she felt like her brain was on overload. Dinner. What to fix? She went to the freezer and got out a package of salmon filets. The makings for a salad were in the refrigerator. A good white wine would compliment the meal. And for dessert, she’d 282

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Echoes of the Past floorboards and rolled out of reach. But not before she caught sight of the gun in Charles’ hand. Not again. Dear God, I can’t go through this again. Squinting into the shadows, she saw his position change and knew he was taking aim. Using that moment to her advantage she rolled away as one bullet whizzed past her head and landed somewhere nearby. The sound of wood splintering practically next to her signaled the second shot, causing her to scramble away at a crawl toward what she hoped was the front door. The third shot hit the wall several inches from her. There was no loud report, just the sound of the bullets as they found their target. He had a silencer on the gun. She could hear his heavy breathing as he ran toward her. Bracing herself for the fourth shot, she realized she would have to stand up to open the door and in doing so she’d be an easier target. All at once she heard wood splinter, felt a rush of air and saw the outline of two figures filling the open doorway. Looking up, she also saw the most welcome sight in the world: a full moon illuminating the front porch and spilling its blessed light into the foyer. The next voice she heard was Greg Novak’s. “Drop it, Ryan. It’s all over!” Another shot pinged above her and she put her head down on the floor and covered it with her arms. The next shot was loud, and a scream like that of a wounded animal filled the air. Erica felt faint as she heard people rush past her. Then she was being lifted up and carried away. 288

Audra Cole “Someone turn on the damned lights!” one gruff voice commanded. “Is he dead?” asked another. “The fuse box is in the basement, I’ll take care of it,” came Edgar Carter’s unmistakable accent. “The paramedics are here,” shouted a female voice that sounded to Erica like that of Lehna Redhawk. “Is she shot?” Greg demanded. Erica wanted to answer, but she just couldn’t make the words come out. She nestled her head against the broad, muscular chest of her rescuer and decided she’d just stay there forever. “We’ve got lights again,” called another voice. The foyer was now bathed in the soft yellow glow of the overhead chandelier. Hands quickly moved over her body. Joe’s hands. He was the one who had scooped her up off the floor and was now carrying her toward the parlor. “You shot, baby? Please say something. Are you…I need a medic here!” he shouted and she took comfort in the sound of his voice. Nuzzling closer to him, she let the darkness that had been closing in take her into its welcome embrace.

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Chapter Thirty-Two rica was sitting on the dock. The autumn sun was warm against her skin and she turned her face up toward the sky. Mingo was at her feet, snoozing peacefully, his soft snore a reassuring sound. Joe was standing nearby, looking out at the water, his strong, broad back muscles straining against the tan uniform shirt. She loved afternoons like this, when it was just the three of them. She felt at peace, serene. A clattering noise broke into her dream and Erica’s eyes flew open. A bright light, not the sun, was shining in her eyes. Then the glare was gone and she was staring up into a large overhead lamp. Beneath her back and buttocks, the surface she rested on was hard and a little uncomfortable. He throat ached, her arm hurt and her muscles felt sore. She shifted her gaze to the right and saw the source of the noise. A woman in a pair of green scrubs was removing some instruments from a metal tray. She slid her gaze to the left and Joe’s worried face swam into focus. “She’s awake,” he said, his voice sounding far

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Echoes of the Past weighted down with lead. “Use your good arm if you’re going to fondle me, please,” he said with a grin. She raised her head and took stock of her physical condition. Her right arm was in a powder blue cast from wrist to elbow. Her left one was tethered to an IV line. “I picked the cast color,” Joe said proudly. “Like it? I think it brings out your eyes.” Erica chuckled. “You have excellent taste. When can I go home?” “As soon as you can walk out of here,” Joe told her. “Give yourself some time to get your land legs back, okay?” “What happened? Why did Charles Ryan try to kill me, Joe? And how did the police get there just in time?” The anesthetic fog was beginning to lift, and questions rampaged through her mind faster than she could ask them aloud. Before Joe could respond, the curtain was pulled aside and Greg Novak entered the cubicle, followed by Edgar Carter. “My God, you gave us a scare,” Edgar pronounced, his voice booming. Erica tried to sit up and Joe adjusted the bed so that she was in sitting position. “I want to know what happened, why this happened. And did you shoot Charles Ryan?” Erica eyed them each in turn, resting her gaze on Greg for that last question. “I did. But I’m glad to say he’ll survive to serve a 292

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Echoes of the Past outside the parlor window, your second prowler who left the blood upstairs and turned off the lights, and the gazebo fire were all Carl Jenkins’ doing.” Erica felt her head swim. “But what led you to this Jenkins person?” Greg smiled. “Remember the remnants of the gas can that were found after the gazebo fire?” Erica nodded, still stunned by it all. “The regional crime lab was able to lift a partial print off it and that’s how we found Jenkins. Once we had him in custody earlier today, he spilled his guts in exchange for a deal.” “It was when he told us that he’d also been hired by Charles to plant that earring that we knew we had that bugger, Ryan, for his wife’s murder,” Edgar said, a grin spreading across his craggy face. “Of course Ryan has lawyered up, but there’s enough to get an indictment, especially after what happened tonight.” Greg said with satisfaction. “In fact, we were on our way to arrest him when we stumbled into his attempt on your life.” He patted her good arm. “I’m just glad we got there in time and that our arrival coincided with Joe’s.” “Me, too,” Joe echoed, smoothing an errant strand of hair from her forehead. “Even though I didn’t get that dinner. Guess I’ll have to take a raincheck.” Erica was about to tell him that if she had her way, there would be a lifetime of dinners together, when there was a great commotion in the hallway. “Oh, God, you’re not dead. I heard you were dead! It’s all over town that someone got shot…My God!” 294

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Echoes of the Past Ryan’s business dealings backwards and came across this affiliation. In other words, she followed the money. The partners in this consortium are not the most savory characters. Ryan may have been in way over his head.” Erica couldn’t help but notice that Greg Novak and Edgar Carter had become, if not friends, at least comrades-in-arms. “Mingo!” she suddenly said, as the memory of that dog lying listless by the back door leapt into her mind. Joe put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Charles drugged him with sleeping pills. They had to pump his stomach, but he’ll be fine.” Erica felt anger roil up inside her belly. “Now, I agree with Paula, Greg. You should have shot Charles Ryan in the balls.”

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Echoes of the Past had called several times but she’d given them the standard, “No comment” and hung up. Let them get their story from the police or the lawyers. It still made Paula’s blood run cold to think of how close she’d come to losing her best friend. She would have never gotten over that. Never. Not again. Cal. His face leapt into her mind, as it often did lately. Was she falling in love? Or was it lust? Who cared at this point? They still had a long way to go. Last night, the waitress at the cafe had given notice and Cal had asked Paula if she’d fill in. Fill in. Is that what I am to him, his fill-in woman? He was still an enigma to her. Strong, solid, sure of himself in many ways, but there was something bubbling just below the surface that seemed to keep him from really embracing life. There was a lack of joy, as though he wanted to be completely happy when good fortune came his way but was afraid to accept it because something might happen to take it all away. She sensed the reticence; felt him drawing back when she got too close. Why? Paula made a vow to unravel the mystery surrounding Cal Motega because it was the only way she’d be able to continue the relationship. **** Mingo’s scratch at the back door caught Erica’s attention as she was getting a can of soda from the refrigerator. She rushed onto the back porch and threw open 300

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Echoes of the Past have some unexplained events around here For instance, the way Paula found those photographs and letters in the attic. And, the weeping in the garden….” Paula cut in with, “And don’t forget what happened in the basement and the Carter’s room being cold all the time. Then Lisa claimed she was touched in the shower.”. Joe held up a hand. “Old houses have tricky plumbing and heating.” Paula shook her head. “I’m sure the cold water can be attributed to old plumbing, but what happened down in that basement when we were investigating it was like nothing I’ve ever encountered. We both felt a presence.” “Then there’s the flowers in the foyer,” Erica put in. Joe got up just as the phone rang. While Paula answered it, he went to the refrigerator, shooed Mingo out of the way, and came back to the table with a beer. “I need something a little more substantial, if I’m going on a ghost hunt.” “I have to go,” Paula announced as she came out of the office. “I’ll be back later.” With that, she hurried from the kitchen. A few moments later Erica heard the front door open and close. “What was that all about?” Erica wondered. Joe got up and drew Erica up from her seat and into his arms. “Who cares. We’re alone and I intend to take advantage of it.” “Of me, don’t you mean, sir?” Erica chuckled. “Of 302

Audra Cole course, I only have the use of one arm, so I guess I’m at your mercy.” “I think I like the sound of that,” Joe said, seeking his lips with his. The kiss was warm and strong and grew in urgency until she couldn’t help but press her body tightly against his. Her breasts met the immovable muscles of his chest and she could feel her nipples harden in anticipation. Honey began to flow into her panties, and her clit twitched with need. The cast seemed impossibly clumsy as she tried to hold it out of the way so Joe could unbutton her blouse. She’d had a terrible time getting the arm through the blouse sleeve and knew he’d have trouble getting the garment off. But, oh how she needed for him to do just that, and quickly. Instead of continuing, however, Joe released her and stepped back. “Come with me,” he said, holding out his hand. “Now? Where?” “Just come on, I’m parked out front,” he urged, leading her through the foyer, and out to his Jeep. Mingo leapt into the back just as Joe started the engine. During the drive to his cabin, Erica bombarded him with questions, but he refused to reveal his plan. Once he parked the jeep and led her inside, he went to the kitchen and returned with a small gold box. A red bow adorned the top. He handed it to her and stood there, capturing her questioning gaze with his steady, dark one. 303

Echoes of the Past “The top just pulls off,” he told her, steadying the bottom so she could open it with one hand. Erica gasped at the sight of the beautiful, ornate ring that lay on a bed of soft, fluffy cotton. It was a diamond, secured in an antique gold filigree setting with two side stones of deep blue. It was breathtakingly lovely, and she knew right away it was not just an ordinary ring. “It was my grandmother’s. Her engagement ring. Now, I’d like for it to be yours. She was the only woman who ever wore it. She made me promise to only give it to the woman I intended to spend the rest of my life with.” His voice, though deep and clear, trembled a little. Tears brimmed in Erica’s eyes then spilled down her cheeks as she took the ring from its nesting place and held it up in front of her. “It’s so beautiful…” “No, you’re beautiful.” His hand touched her face, his finger drawing lightly down her cheek, wiping away the tears. Deftly, Joe took the ring and slipped it onto the third finger of her left hand. “Like it was made for you,” he said. “I loved you the minute you stepped out of the mist, that first night on the dock,” she admitted, her gaze never leaving his. “Then say yes,” he groaned, “I’m in agony here.” Erica thought back to yesterday, when the most important question she would ever ask Joe had been answered by that one simple word. Now it was her turn. 304

Audra Cole “Yes.” All the anguish of the past two weeks, all the terror she’d felt last night as bullets whizzed past her head, all the pain of the broken arm was forgotten as Joe swept her up and carried her to his bedroom. Once she was lying on the soft comforter he slowly undressed her, being careful of the arm, pampering her with soft caresses, lingering, gentle kisses and smooth, light strokes. He kissed her bare breasts, played at her nipples lavishly with his tongue, then kissed his way to that place between her legs where her juices now flowed freely. As his tongue licked at her vagina, then her clit, she moaned and laced the fingers of her good hand through his hair, drawing him closer. She longed to hold him, to feel his hardness against her body, to taste the essence that bubbled from the top of his cock. Joe sat up and pulled her into a sitting position, then got on his knees so that his dick was near her mouth. She licked the length of him, up one side and down the other, feeling the distended veins against her tongue. She squirmed on the bed as he slid two fingers inside of her, using them scissors fashion. And when she took his length into her mouth, Joe pulled her head close and groaned as she relaxed then clenched her jaw muscles, creating suction then releasing it. Just when she thought she would burst with her need, he drew away and rolled over, lying on his back. “Ride me,” he said. She did. She rode him hard and fast and with all of 305

Echoes of the Past her strength. Sweat poured down her face and dripped between her bouncing breasts as she came with such force that she screamed out his name over and over and over. **** When Joe drove Erica back to the inn two hours later, Paula and Cal were having coffee in the kitchen. A plate of chocolate chip cookies sat between them on the table. “About time. Where have you two…” Paula began, then jumped up and squealed with delight as Erica held out her hand to show off the ring. Erica felt the tears begin anew as Paula oohed and aahed over the beautiful diamond. Cal slapped Joe on the back. “Guess I’ll be renting a tux, huh?” “Let’s hope soon,” Joe replied, throwing Erica a meaningful glance. She felt her heart leap, then settle back into a somewhat normal rhythm. “Tell them,” Cal said to Paula. “What?” Erica looked from one to the other. “Cal needs help at the cafe. Joe doesn’t know yet, but one of the waitresses gave notice today. I’m going to be filling in for her.” “But that leaves me alone here at the inn…” Erica began. “Did I miss something?” came a familiar voice from the kitchen doorway. Erica swung around and gasped at the sight of 306

Audra Cole Evelyn Black, on crutches, standing there with a wide smile on her face. “Let me see it, sweetie. I heard the commotion all the way in the parlor.” She hugged the other woman, “I’m so glad you’re back.” “Well, partner, we have an inn to run. Where else would I be?” Paula drew Erica toward a kitchen chair. “Wait until you both hear the really fabulous news! Tell them, Cal.” “Me? You tell them, it was your idea,” he replied, winking Erica’s way. “Okay. We all know how old this house is, right? And now, thanks to our spectral friend in the attic, we know the history. Well, we have a little thing in this country known as the National Historic Preservation Act of 1966. It’s administered under the National Park Service, which is part of the Department of the Interior. Joe was kind enough to help us get the ball rolling yesterday to have this inn and the property it sits on nominated for a listing in the National Register of Historic Places. Once it is accepted, it will be protected by law, and you, owner number one,” she pointed to Evelyn, “and you, owner number two,” she turned to Erica, “will be able to tap into federal funds if needed for preservation. And, best of all, it can never be torn down as long as it is on the register.” All of a sudden, Erica felt relief wash over her. The inn was protected, Evelyn and she would soon be 307

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Epilogue reg Novak sat alone in his office and stared at the wall. The past week had been a nightmare. Not only had there been a murder here in Spirit Lake, but he’d encountered, quite by chance, someone who remembered him from his days as a Plainfield cop. Although Edgar Carter had turned out to be an ally in the solving of Lisa Ryan’s murder, it had been touch and go for a while. It could very easily have gone the other way and then where would he be? Perspiration formed a slimy film on Greg’s upper lip and forehead as he thought about what could happen if anyone ever found out just where he’d been between the time he left Plainfield and the time he resurfaced in Spirit Lake.

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Echoes of the Past bring something new and exciting into their lovemaking each time. Cal sat up and looked at Paula, now asleep on the other side of the bed. She was so lovely, so passionate. She reached out and grabbed life by the scruff of the neck and never let the bad things get her down for very long. He needed her. Maybe he even loved her. Who knew? Getting up, he went into the living room and poured a straight whiskey, downing it in one long gulp. The nightmares had gotten better since she’d come into his life. He didn’t even want to think about what would happen if he lost her. That’s why he had to make sure she never found out about that part of his past that he kept hidden in the deepest corner of his mind. As he stood there, naked, staring out at the silent street, his CO’s words came back to him in a rush. “We’ve all done things we’d just as soon forget, son, especially over here. Just give it time.” But time hadn’t done the trick; in fact, it only seemed to make the hellish memories sharper in his mind. **** On the moonlit hill, in the burned-out ruins of the once-spectacular rose garden, a woman wept, her soft anguished cries blending with the wind that blew across the landscape and down over the lake where the mist still hovered. 310

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