Hidden Legacy. Lynn Huggins Blackburn

realize that she was clenching and unclenching her hands as she talked. Or that she’d been rocking back and forth on her heels.

      But she wasn’t falling apart. Not that he was surprised. Caroline Harrison was a rock. Always had been. Some things really didn’t change.

      And some things did. Like him—back in town after he’d made it clear to her and everyone else that he would never return here. Could never live his life in this place. Not because it wasn’t beautiful or because he didn’t love his family.

      Well, the family he claimed, anyway.

      But the father he didn’t choose to claim—the biological parent who had made a misery of Jason’s childhood, and whom Jason had been thrilled to replace with a loving, honorable stepfather—lived here, too. He kept calling. Probably to express his disapproval of Jason’s career choices. Again.

      He shoved the thoughts away. He had much bigger things to worry about right now. Like figuring out who would want to kill Caroline.

      It took Jason thirty minutes to speak with Michael and wrap things up with the officers who’d converged on Caroline’s home. He wasn’t surprised to have multiple volunteers to provide a protective detail for the evening.

      “Dalton and Michael, you guys take the watch tonight. We’ll decide if we need some sort of rotation for the rest of the week later.”

      Dalton was inexperienced but energetic enough to stay awake after all the excitement died down. Michael was solid. If any trouble broke out, he’d be able to handle it.

      Content that things were well in hand, he walked up the steps to Caroline’s front door. Should he knock? The place had been swarming with police officers and crime scene techs all evening, but now that things had quieted, he hated to be intrusive.

      He tapped on the door and eased it open. “Caroline? You okay in there?”

      “I’m good. Just getting Henry settled for the night. Come on in.”

      Jason closed the door behind him. Caroline stood in the hallway with a drowsy Henry in her arms, his little head nestled on her shoulder, eyes half-shut. She shifted him gently, her cheek resting on the top of his head. “Give me a moment,” she said in a whisper.

      Motherhood suited her. He refused to dwell on the regret trying to surface. She’d never been his. They’d never had a future. She was a natural as a mother, but he had no plans to find out what kind of father he would be. He couldn’t risk being as terrible at it as the men in his own genetic family tree.

      Caroline disappeared down the hall, and Jason looked around the ravaged living room again. Who would do this? Break-ins happened, but this seemed like more. His fingers curled into fists. He’d find the person who did this one way or another.

      Caroline returned a minute later. “So, what did Michael tell you that has you all riled up?”

      “I’ll answer, but I need to ask a few questions first.”

      She glared at him.

      “I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t consider all the possibilities.”

      “Fine. Can I start cleaning up this mess while we talk?”

      “Of course. I’ll help.” Caroline had always been a neat freak. Another thing that hadn’t changed. He pulled a throw pillow from the floor and tossed it onto the sofa. Caroline grabbed a blanket he recognized. Her grandmother had crocheted it for her years ago. She hugged it to her chest for a brief moment before she folded it and draped it over the corner of the sofa.

      “Is there anyone in your life who would want to hurt you?”

      “No.”

      “What about at work? A disgruntled employee?” Caroline had an important upper-management position in her family’s company. If someone was unhappy at the plant, she’d be a visible target for their frustrations.

      “No.”

      “I’m going to need more than one-word answers.”

      She huffed and righted an orchid that had been dumped on the floor. “Fine. No issues at work. I handle the finances, and I’m taking on more of the personnel responsibilities as Dad is turning over more control to Blake and me. But we haven’t fired anyone in years. Everyone is getting paid on time. No one is complaining. I can’t fathom anyone from HPI doing something like this.”

      Harrison Plastics International had always been the place everyone in town wanted to work. Didn’t sound like anything had changed there.

      “What about suppliers? Clients? Anyone unhappy?”

      Caroline rolled her head from one side to the other. Was there someone unhappy? “What are you thinking?”

      She placed the plant on the end table. “We’ve made a few changes recently. A new paper product vendor. A new printer lease. Blake changed a major raw material supplier. But nothing that would cause anyone to try to shoot me.”

      He’d talk to Blake. Caroline’s brother had always been protective of his little sister. Which was probably why he hadn’t been particularly fond of Jason. But he might have a different perspective than Caroline on this subject.

      “Where is Blake? For that matter, where is everybody?”

      “What do you mean?”

      “Your parents? Blake, Heidi and Maggie? I’m surprised we don’t have an entire contingent of the FBI here.”

      Caroline scooped a handful of books from the floor. “Mom and Dad are on a mission trip to a refugee camp in Greece.”

      “Didn’t your dad have a stroke a couple of years ago?”

      “He did, but he’s made a full recovery.”

      “That’s great.” He heard the wistfulness in his words. There would be no happy ending for his own dad. ALS would take his life, one agonizing piece at a time. “That explains where your parents are. What about Blake, Heidi and Maggie?”

      “Blake and Maggie are on a father/daughter mission trip. They support a family in Haiti and went down over spring break with a group from the church. They’ll be back next week.”

      “And Heidi is off doing something mysterious?”

      “Exactly.”

      He studied a family photo on her mantel. “Tell me about your new sister-in-law.”

      “Heidi does a lot of undercover work. That’s what brought her here last year. That’s how she and Blake met. So sometimes she’s gone. Not as much as she used to be, and usually not for more than a day or two. I don’t know if Blake even knows what she does or where she goes.”

      She brushed some fingerprint dust off the upright piano. “I’m going to need to try to find her, though. She’s the only one who understands the security system.”

      “Why her?”

      “When we had that trouble at the plant—I’m assuming your mom told you about that?”

      “Oh, yeah.” His mom had bent his ear for three hours that night. After he’d joined the sheriff’s department, he’d learned the whole story. The one that had somehow never fully been told in the press. Heidi’s team, with Blake’s assistance, had prevented a nationwide anthrax outbreak.

      “Heidi revamped all the security systems here and at the plant. We have motion detectors, cameras, safe rooms and probably a bunch of other stuff I don’t even know about. It’s not an out-of-the-box system. It doesn’t have a local monitoring station, although it is monitored somewhere. Maybe in DC? It has Department of Defense–level encryption. Very hard to hack.”

      “Is it possible you forgot to turn it on before you left this morning?”

      “No.”

      “Are you sure?”