The Danforths: Wesley, Ian & Imogene. Brenda Jackson

but admire her for making such a sacrifice and was determined to see that the locket was returned to her.

      He shook his head, not understanding his need to see the woman again and to make sure that she was all right. The shadows beneath his eyes indicated he’d spent a sleepless night thinking about her. It had been a long time since any woman had made him lose sleep. But there had been something about her, something he couldn’t put his finger on that had appealed to him on an emotional level. He couldn’t push from his mind the memory of the smile that had touched her lips when he’d offered her food, and couldn’t help wondering what had brought her to such a poverty-stricken state.

      Hearing the telephone ring, Wesley went back inside and, after placing his coffee cup on the counter, picked up the phone. “Yes?”

      “You haven’t forgotten about the card game tomorrow night, have you?”

      Wesley chuckled upon hearing the sound of Ian Danforth’s voice. Ian was Abraham Danforth’s oldest son, and since Abraham and Harold Danforth were brothers, Ian was also Jake’s cousin. When Abraham had declared his candidacy for the senate, Ian took over the reins of the family company, Danforth and Danforth. Since Ian had been in charge of things, he had significantly increased the company’s profits by creating a coffee import business. Ian was also a silent but equal partner with his younger brother Adam and his cousin Jake in a very successful joint venture—Danforth & Danforth’s chain of upscale coffeehouses.

      “No, I haven’t forgotten. Have you talked to Jake and the others?”

      “Yes and even Dad mentioned he would be stopping by.”

      Wesley raised a dark brow. In all the years that he and the Danforth males had been playing cards together, Abraham Danforth had never put in an appearance. On the other hand, Harold would drop by occasionally to join the game.

      Ian must have read his thoughts because at that moment he said, “Surprised the hell out of me, too. But then I guess running for the senate means you have to start playing the role of devoted father,” Ian said somewhat bitterly.

      Wesley knew that all of Abraham’s children—Ian, Adam, Reid, Marcus and Kimberly—had nothing but unhappy memories of a strict and cheerless childhood that had mainly been spent at boarding schools after their mother had died. They had spent most of their holidays with their uncle Harold, who became a father figure to them, and the only reason they had agreed to rally to support their father in his bid for the senate was because Harold, who they all adored, had asked them to.

      Because Wesley had also lived in Harold and Miranda’s home, he and Abraham’s five children, as well as Harold and Miranda’s four—Jake, Tobias, Imogene and Victoria—had grown up close and fiercely loyal to each other.

      Wesley then thought about Victoria, Harold and Miranda’s youngest daughter. Five years ago at the age of seventeen she had been reported missing. Although the Danforths had never given up the search to find her, the police had closed the case on her disappearance.

      “I’ll see you tomorrow night. Come ready to lose your money,” Wesley said.

      “Like hell I will,” Ian said laughing as they ended their conversation.

      Wesley hung up the phone smiling. His smile faded when he noticed that he was still holding the locket. A part of him would not be satisfied until he returned it to its owner.

      Veronica Strongman watched as Jasmine paced back and forth in her living room, obviously clearly agitated. “Walking a hole in the floor won’t help, Jazz,” Ronnie decided to say moments later when Jasmine continued her pacing.

      Jasmine stopped and met Ronnie’s gaze. “I want that big break, Ronnie, and I believe the Danforths will give it to me. Think of everything that has happened since Abraham Danforth kicked off his campaign—the corpse of a young woman was discovered during renovations at the Danforth family mansion, as well as me finding out that Jacob Danforth had a love child. But so far neither has turned into the earth-shattering story that I’m looking for. Then I hear about Abraham Danforth’s computer getting repaired, hoping to gather something from that, I still come up with nothing.”

      Jasmine slumped down on the sofa. “And then to top things off, I’ve lost the most precious thing I’ve ever owned. That locket means everything to me and I want it back.”

      Ronnie nodded. “Chances are it’s somewhere on Wesley Brooks’s property and he hasn’t seen it yet.”

      Jasmine raised hopeful eyes to her friend. “You think so?”

      “Yes, and all you have to do is find out the next time he won’t be home.”

      Jasmine sighed deeply. “What if he locks his gate this time?”

      Ronnie waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. “Chances are he won’t. I suggest that we figure out the times he won’t be at home, with a little more accuracy than before, then go back and search the grounds for it. I’ll even help you.”

      Jasmine’s face lit into a smile, the first since she had gone to her father’s house for dinner earlier that day. “Thanks, Ronnie. I won’t be able to get a good night’s sleep until my locket is back around my neck where it belongs.”

      Two

      Wesley tossed aside the papers he had been reading when the buzzer sounded on his desk. He quickly picked up the phone. “Yes, Melinda, what is it?”

      “Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Brooks, but you asked that I put Bruce Crawford through the minute he called.”

      Wesley sat up straight in his chair. He had spoken with Crawford only yesterday. Was it too much to hope that he had gotten a lead already? “Thanks, Melinda, please put him through.” He took a long swallow of coffee while he waited for his secretary to make the connection.

      “Bruce?” he said, when the man’s booming voice came on the line. “You’re calling back already?”

      “Yes, and next time give me something harder to do. What you wanted was a piece of cake. I knew it the moment I saw that locket.”

      Relief coursed through Wesley making him grin. “I’ll remember that the next time. So what did you find out?”

      “Basically just what I told you yesterday. That locket is an heirloom dated back to the early eighteen hundreds, pure gold. The style is…”

      Wesley wasn’t interested in the style of the locket. He wanted to know anything Bruce could tell him about the owner. “What about the person who owns the locket?” he interrupted by asking. “Could you find out anything about her?”

      Bruce chuckled. “As a matter of fact, yes. I noticed the clasp had been replaced. There are a limited number of jewelers who would work on a piece this valuable. It seems that same locket was taken to a jeweler for repair of the clasp about a year ago. Luckily the man who owns the repair shop still had the paperwork. The owner of the locket is a woman by the name of Jasmine Carmody.”

      Wesley frowned, wondering where had he heard that name before. “Jasmine Carmody?”

      “Yes, Jasmine Carmody, and I have her address if you need it.”

      Wesley lifted a brow. “She has an address?”

      Bruce chuckled again. “Of course she has an address. She has to live someplace, doesn’t she?”

      Not necessarily, Wesley started to say since most homeless people didn’t reside in any one place. But instead he said. “Yes, I suppose. So what address do you have for her?”

      Again Wesley was taken aback when Bruce rattled off Jasmine Carmody’s address. It belonged to a very upscale apartment complex off Abercorn Street in downtown Savannah. “Are you sure this is the correct address?”

      “That’s the address indicated on the work-order invoice. I was able to get a copy of it and I’m looking at it as we speak. There’s even a home telephone number, as well as a business number and mobile number.”