Regency Rumours. Juliet Landon

ma’am. It’s not far to the cemetery now.”

      The church steeple came into view, and the Garth house halfway up the hillside. He pulled into the circle drive in front of the church because the backhoe now blocked the narrow drive that divided the cemetery into two sections. The wind buffeted the truck as it rolled to a stop.

      She got out immediately, pulling her coat collar up against the wind, crossing the road quickly. He watched her moving among the headstones, clearly looking for something—or someone—in particular. Sometimes she seemed to know where she was going, sometimes not. He saw her reach out and touch one of the tombstones, then move on. It would be dark soon. She had to be cold out there.

      He saw her abruptly stop at another grave, and he knew whose it was because it was the only one made of black marble. The grave belonged to Tommy Garth’s son.

      Meyer suddenly got out of the truck because he’d forgotten to give her the flashlight. He crossed the road and called to her, but she didn’t hear him.

      “Ms. Kimball?” he called again.

      She looked around and he came at an easy run toward her with the flashlight.

      “Here you go. You might need this,” he said, handing it to her.

      He made no attempt to leave, and she went back to looking. He glanced toward the church—and saw Estelle bearing down on them.

      “Damn,” he said and Maddie Kimball turned around.

      “What’s wrong?” she asked him.

      “The cemetery police,” he said as the woman neared.

      “The what?”

      “Meyer Conley, what are you doing out here?” Estelle demanded before he could answer.

      “He’s with me,” Maddie said and he couldn’t help but grin.

      Estelle looked at her, clearly annoyed that a stranger would put herself forward like that, especially on his behalf. Then, she gave a sharp intake of breath. Even in the waning daylight, Meyer could see the range of emotions that crossed her face, the self-importance giving way to confusion and then to denial and, finally, to what he could only describe as fear.

      “I was just looking at the graves—like that one,” Maddie said to her, gesturing in the direction of the black marble headstone that bore Estelle’s last name.

      Estelle didn’t say anything. There was only the sound of her rapid breathing, clearly audible in the stillness of the cemetery.

      “You ain’t supposed to be out here,” she said abruptly, finally finding her voice. “We ain’t wanting people who don’t belong here messing with the graves—”

      “Well, that’s a little harsh, Estelle,” Meyer said. “Ms. Kimball, there’s no reason why you can’t look around out here if you want to.”

      “No, it’s my mistake,” Maddie said. “I shouldn’t be here. Isn’t that right?”

      A question formed in spite of all Estelle could do. “You ain’t that Kimball,” Estelle said, twisting her hands.

      “Yes,” Maddie said quietly. “I am.”

      Estelle began to back away. After a few steps, she turned and walked rapidly in the direction she’d come, stumbling once when she reached the edge of the road.

      Maddie Kimball stared after her, the flashlight clenched tightly in her hand.

      “Well, that was interesting,” Meyer said after a moment.

      “I…have a favor to ask you,” Maddie said.

      “Go ahead.”

      “If…Bobby Ray Isley is—if he still lives here, I’d appreciate it if you’d tell him I— Tell him Maddie wants to see him. As soon as you can.”

      Meyer stood looking at her. “You’re not going to hurt him or anything, are you?” He was serious.

      She smiled slightly. “No. I’m not going to hurt anybody. I just want to see him. It’s…personal.”

      “Personal,” he repeated. “How personal?”

      “I…don’t want my daughter to know anything about it. Will you tell Bobby Ray? And tell him not to come to the house. If you let me know where, I’ll come to him.”

      “Okay. I’ll tell him.”

      “I’m not answering any more questions, Meyer,” she added when he was about to say something else.

      “No, ma’am. No more questions. I was just going to say…welcome home.”