Hero's Return. B.J. Daniels

why was he still worried about him?

      Tuck was out with a reporter. That was worry enough. But it was more than that. He remembered what his brother had said about being in love with Madeline Ross aka Madeline Dunn. If that was her name.

      The tentative ID the coroner had gotten was based on a dentist’s memory of a woman’s teeth from twenty-three years ago. The woman had paid with a check from Madeline Dunn’s account, but that didn’t mean she was Madeline Dunn.

      He’d been in law enforcement long enough to know better than jumping to conclusions until he had the facts. Once they had the DNA, then he could track down the Dunns and see if it was a match. Tucker had said that Madeline had a brother. If they could find him or their father...

      But what he didn’t know was worrying him. Not that he believed for a minute that Tuck might have had something to do with the woman’s death. He knew his brother. Well, he’d known the Tucker he’d grown up with, but there were nineteen years that hadn’t been accounted for yet.

      Flint shook his head, hating where his thoughts had gone. The woman had jumped, just as Tuck had said. The woman had been trying to con money out of his brother by pretending she was pregnant. Worse, she wanted him to believe that she was willing to kill herself and their baby if he didn’t pay up.

      Flint realized that he’d balled up his hands into fists at the thought of Madeline. How would his brother have reacted if he’d found out that night on the bridge that it had all been a huge lie?

      “You’re just tired,” he told himself. His day had been filled with phone calls, problems with traffic and two DUIs that Harp had picked up. Most days, there were barking dog complaints, checks on elderly relatives, shoplifting kids and endless paperwork. Sometimes Flint wondered why he’d gotten into law enforcement.

      Earlier, before he’d spoken with the coroner, he’d gone through missing-persons reports looking for a woman of about the age of the skeletal remains found in the creek, surprised there was none. He’d called around to the other towns. No missing-persons report on the woman during that time. That seemed strange unless she had no family in the state.

      Now he hesitated. Why hadn’t he considered earlier that his brother would be considered a suspect if anyone else was sheriff? It hadn’t crossed his mind because he knew Tucker. Or at least thought he did.

      He swore as he glanced over at the package with that damned doll in it. Someone knew Tucker would come back to Gilt Edge. The same person who’d been waiting for Madeline downstream? Or someone with an even darker ulterior motive?

      He picked up his phone, dialed 411 and asked the operator for a family with the last name Dunn in Clawson Creek.

      “I’m sorry, sir. I’m not showing any by that name. Could it be listed under another name or perhaps another town?”

      He had no idea. Apparently the Dunns had left Clawson Creek. “That’s all right. Thank you.” Hanging up, he glanced at his watch. He was late and there were leftover barbecued short ribs from lunch that Maggie had promised to heat up for dinner. Mostly, he was anxious to see his wife.

      Tracking down the family would have to wait until tomorrow. Another twelve hours wouldn’t make that much of a difference after nineteen years.

      * * *

      KATE TOOK A sip of her wine, giving herself a moment. She’d let Tucker get to her. This was not the way she’d planned for the night to go. But he’d given her no choice, she told herself. He wanted to cut to the chase? Fine.

      She could tell that she’d caught him flat-footed with the package she’d sent, which had been her intention. Just as his had been when he’d called her on why she was interested in the remains from the creek.

      “I wasn’t sure the discovery in the creek was enough to bring you home. I thought the package might,” she said.

      Tucker blinked, clearly taken aback. “Where did you get...? Why would you send me something like that? How do you know me and that I’ve been gone, let alone know what Madeline put me through?”

      “Isn’t it obvious?” she said and picked up her menu. “Is the steak good here?”

      He leaned over to take the menu from her hand. “If you tell me you were the one working with Madeline—”

      “Don’t be absurd,” she said, taking back her menu.

      “If all you wanted to do was get my attention, we could have had this discussion on the bridge earlier. Why did you run?”

      She lowered her menu. “Maybe I wanted to see if you would chase me, then I would know for sure that I had the right man.”

      “The right man? You could have made it easier for both of us by not running,” he said, still eyeing her as if he thought if he looked deep enough, he’d see every truth she’d kept hidden for all these years.

      She chuckled at his words, though it lacked the lightness she’d been shooting for. “Now, what fun would that have been if I hadn’t let you chase me down?”

      He growled under his breath. “How do you know about Madeline? No more games.”

      Kate took another sip of her wine, but from the look in the cowboy’s eyes, he was no longer willing to play along. While she could be flexible when it came to her game plan, she didn’t like it derailed so quickly. Worse, as she looked into Tucker’s eyes... They were silver in the candlelight and beneath the growing anger and frustration, she could still see the pain. It was as raw as her own and yet his had been banked for nearly two decades while hers had grown with each passing year.

      It made her more than determined to expose the woman. But in exposing Madeline, she would be exposing the men who’d fallen for her, as well. She hadn’t cared before, but suddenly she didn’t want to hurt this man.

      “Madeline,” Tucker repeated, making it clear he wasn’t waiting much longer for an answer.

      She could tell he was surprised that she knew about Madeline, knew enough to send the doll. Madeline had always been all about secrecy. It’s how she did business. It’s how she destroyed young men, chewing them up and spitting them out and moving on.

      “My brother knew her.” Kate hadn’t planned to tell him that.

      Suddenly the waiter appeared to take their orders.

      Tucker waved the man away and leaned forward. “Your brother?”

      She started to pour herself more wine, but he took the bottle from her, their fingers touching, a brush of warmth against her icy cold hand. He poured her more wine and put down the bottle.

      But she didn’t reach for her glass. She could see that he had already put the pieces together. “Clay,” he said. “Clayton Rothschild III.”

      She felt her cheeks warm with the anger that was always just below the surface. Her gaze rose to meet Tucker’s. “Madeline killed him just as surely as if she’d been the one to tie the noose around his neck.” Her voice broke and she had to fight tears. No, this was not at all the way she’d planned this so-called date.

      “He knew Madeline?” he asked, frowning. “That was about the same time as...” He broke off, shifted his gaze to hers again and held it. “He killed himself because of her?” He was shaking his head. “The package. The only way you could have known...” His gray eyes widened in alarm. “She pulled the same thing on him that she did me with the...baby?”

      Kate nodded, unable to speak around the lump in her throat. She looked away. After all the interviews she’d done since she’d begun her career, she’d never let anyone get to her like this. But sitting across from a man who had known her nemesis...intimately, who knew how she operated, who had been hurt by her almost as deeply as her brother...

      Staring into his gray eyes, she thought that maybe there was little difference between this man and her brother. That thought made her angry at both of them. How could they have fallen