Lawman. Diana Palmer

your social life,” he replied.

      “You don’t even date, Grace. You’re twenty-four years old. You should have had therapy and learned to get on with your life. I blame your grandmother for that. She wouldn’t have a relative of hers connected in any way with a psychologist.”

      “She’s very old-fashioned.”

      “She’s an ostrich,” he corrected hotly. “Protecting the family name by pretending nothing happened.”

      “Everybody knows what happened,” she reminded him.

      “Not really. They only know the bare bones.”

      “They all look out for me, just the same,” she said, feeling warm and protected. “We’re all family in Jacobsville,” she added thoughtfully. “Like old Mr. Jameson who was in prison for bank robbery and came home when he was released. He’s paid his debt to society. He’s sorry. Now he’s just accepted.”

      He smiled. “It’s one of the nicer things about little towns,” he had to agree.

      “You don’t think anybody would tell Garon…?”

      “Nobody gossips about you,” he said. “Not even Miss Turner.”

      One thin shoulder lifted. “He’s a stranger here, even if his brother is our police chief,” she said. “I don’t suppose people would rush to air the dirty linen.”

      “You’re not dirty linen,” he said firmly.

      She smiled. “You’re a nice doctor.” She hesitated.

      “Can’t I see Granny, just for a minute?”

      He made a face. “If you’ll promise to go home afterward.”

      She was reluctant, but she did want to see Mrs. Collier. “Okay.”

      “Come on, then.”

      He led her into the unit, spoke briefly to the nurse and escorted Grace into a small cubicle where her grandmother, white as a sheet and unaware of anyone around her, lay quiet on the bed.

      Grace had to bite her tongue to keep from crying out. The old lady already looked dead. She was breathing in a way that Grace remembered vividly from her early childhood. Her grandfather had breathed like that the day he died. It was a rasping sort of sound. It was frightening.

      Coltrain moved to her side. “Grace, it helps to remember that this is something all of us will face one day. It isn’t an end. It’s a beginning. Like the cocoon that produces a butterfly.”

      She looked up at him with eyes that were far too bright. “My whole family is dead.”

      “You still have a cousin up in Victoria, and he likes you.”

      She had to admit that he was right. Although the cousin was in his late seventies and a semi-invalid. She moved to the bedside and slowly, hesitantly, touched her grandmother’s broad shoulder.

      “I love you, Granny,” she said softly. “I’m sorry…I’ve been such a burden to you—” Her voice broke. Tears poured down her cheeks.

      Her grandmother moved jerkily, as if she heard, but her eyes didn’t open. After a minute, she was still again, and the raspy breathing worsened.

      Coltrain, who knew what it meant all too well, drew Grace out of the cubicle and back into the waiting room.

      She pulled a handkerchief from her purse and dabbed at her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

      “There’s no need to be. Damn, Grace, you shouldn’t be here alone!”

      Just as he said it, the door opened automatically and Garon Grier, in a three-piece gray suit, walked into the waiting room.

      Coltrain stared at him blankly. Grier was the last person in the world he’d expected to see, especially after the man had been so cool with Grace when her grandmother was brought in.

      Garon joined them, his dark eyes on Grace’s ravaged face. “Miss Turner said you’d probably be here,” he said curtly. “I went by to thank you for the apple cake, and your car was gone.”

      “You baked him an apple cake?” Coltrain asked, surprised.

      Grace moved restlessly. “I was rude to him and I felt guilty,” she explained. “He had one of his men fix my car.”

      “Which she accused me of stealing,” Garon added. One dark eyebrow lifted. “But the cake did make up for the insult. It’s a damned good cake.”

      She smiled through her tears. “I’m glad you liked it.”

      He glanced at Coltrain. “I thought I’d follow you home,” he told her. “Clay said the car may still leak oil. You live on a lonely stretch of road.”

      Coltrain liked the man’s concern, but he wasn’t showing it. “Let him follow you home, and stay there,” he told her. “You can’t do any good here, Grace.”

      She drew in a long breath. “I guess not.” She turned to Garon. “I have to stop by the lady’s room for a minute, then I’ll be ready to leave.”

      “I’ll wait,” he assured her.

      She walked down the hall. When she was out of earshot, Coltrain turned his attention to Garon.

      “Mrs. Collier won’t last more than a few hours,” he said bluntly. “I think Grace knows, but she’s going to take it hard.”

      Garon nodded. “I’ll make sure she’s not alone over there. When her grandmother is gone, she can stay at the ranch with us for a week or two, until she gets her bearings. Miss Turner will treat her like a long lost daughter.”

      “Isn’t that something of a turnabout for you?” Coltrain asked warily. “Just recently, you didn’t even want to be bothered with Grace’s transportation.”

      Garon avoided his eyes. “She’s got a good heart.”

      Coltrain hesitated. “She’s a good person,” he amended. He frowned. “Aren’t you working late?”

      He nodded. “We have a murdered child north of here,” he replied. “Homicide is my specialty, so I was assigned to the case.” His expression tautened. “I’ve been in law enforcement most of my life. Usually, not much shocks me. This case…” He shook his head. “The perp took the child right out her bedroom window. We found evidence of a violent encounter in the room.” His eyes flashed angrily. “This man is an animal. He has to be caught.”

      “Have you found any clues?”

      He shook his head. “Not yet. But I’m like a snapping turtle. I won’t stop until I’ve found him.”

      Coltrain smiled. “You’re like your brother in that I gather.”

      “Back when he was a Texas Ranger,” he confided, “Cash chased a robbery suspect all the way to Alabama.”

      Coltrain chuckled. “That, I’d believe.”

      He shook his head. “If anyone had told me that he’d settle down in a small town and have kids, I’d have laughed my head off. Since his daughter was born, earlier this month, he’s become a committed family man.”

      Before Coltrain could reply, Grace came back down the hall, looking morose and lonely.

      Garon felt her pain keenly. He was no stranger to loss.

      “Come on,” he said gently. “I’ll follow you home.”

      Grace hesitated. She looked up at Coltrain.

      “You’ll call me…?”

      He nodded. “I’ll call you, Grace.”

      Above her head, Garon’s eyes met Coltrain’ sand a silent message passed between them. Coltrain would call Garon as well. He told him, without saying a single