The story took his breath away.
“Do you see?” Rebecca said, pointing at the river. “Right there was where Laurel was found.”
“Out of the water?” he asked again. He knew it was the case, but he just didn’t understand.
“Yes, and I know, it hardly makes sense. How did Daniella drag Laurel out and then get washed away again? Did she fall back in? Hit her head? Why wasn’t she on the bank with her sister?”
Bennet shook his head. There was missing information for certain.
But how to fill in those gaps was almost as vexing. Rebecca had pored over every clipping from the time. In addition, she’d put out a request in the local paper for anyone with information.
No one had come forward.
“Odd,” Rebecca murmured.
“What?”
“Do you see that man?” She pointed to the other side of the bank where a man stood staring at the churning water. “I saw him here last week.”
He shrugged. “He likely lives in the village.”
“His jacket is far too fine for that,” she answered softly. “Besides. He’s not engaged in anything particular. What young man has time to just stare into the water?”
He shrugged. He’d been known to do that very activity, especially when he was attempting to puzzle something out.
But Rebecca’s brows drew together as she clearly considered. “Perhaps I should stop and speak to him.”
But as she said it, the man turned and started toward the bridge.
“See, he just stopped for a moment. Nothing unusual.”
“Maybe,” Rebecca answered, watching him out the window. “My reporter senses are tingling.”
Was that an actual occurrence?
He had a feeling he was about to find out.
Wantto read Laurel’s story? Find out what happened to Daniella? Read the last book in the “Calling All Rakes” series:Wanted: Title of Countess.
Wanted:Title of Countess
Calling All Rakes
Tammy Andresen
WANTED: TITLE OF COUNTESS
Laurel woke with a gasp, sitting up in her bed. The room was still pitch dark and cool from the evening, but sweat beaded her brow as she attempted to catch her breath.
She’d had the dream again…
The one that had plagued her for the past year. Night after night, she relived the day she’d lost her sister…
Worse still, new details emerged the longer she had the dream, each one more painful than the last.
First, she’d remembered the ice-cold water, then the feeling of sinking under as light filtered down below the surface. She’d been trying so hard to reach that surface with every kick, she’d push up a bit only to sink further in the deep.
And then there was the stillness of giving up.