heavy feeling of secrecy filled the room. It seemed Wade Spencer’s life revolved around more than one. But then when one of them was murder, it was only natural to have a lifetime of other cover-ups.
“More secrets, Mr.—” She stopped because her attention was pulled from the granitelike man against the wall down to his legs.
He literally shook in his combat boots. The man may think he stood impassive, but his own body turned traitor on him and gave his guilty secrets away. Before she could call him out on his guilt, the dog placed her paw on his thigh and pressed her head into his arm, nudging harder and harder until his hand reached to pet her head. He moved over her fur, first slowly, then with more purpose. When Lacey looked back at his legs, they had returned to a state of stability.
The dog wasn’t a typical pet, she realized.
“How’d she do that?” Lacey asked, not pretending what she saw didn’t really happen. Her mother would say she was being rude for speaking out of turn, but Lacey didn’t feel like being proper at the moment. She’d just escaped death and was looking at the man responsible for her brother’s.
“You ask too many questions,” Wade replied. “That’s probably what got you into this mess.”
“Wade, knock it off,” Roni cut in. “Promise is a service dog. The army is experimenting with trained dogs to help soldiers with post-traumatic stress disorder. They sent my brother home with her to help him—”
“I said, that’s enough!” Wade retreated from the room on a pivot. His tense, muscled back turned the corner of the kitchen and disappeared.
Now Lacey understood Roni’s concern about Wade carrying a weapon.
And she was pushing him too far with her questions.
Lacey watched Roni’s eyelashes fall over her eyes in sadness. “I’m sorry if I overstepped my bounds. My mother has tried to teach me to be a lady, but I’ve yet to live up to any of her ideals, all ten thousand of them. But it’s not for lack of trying. I really am sorry.”
Roni smiled weakly but accepted Lacey’s apology.
“So Wade is your brother?”
“Yes.” The fashionable woman taped the bandage up like a pro, not a bit of queasiness or whining like some sissy girl. Proof never to judge a book by its cover. Roni approached a dresser and pulled out an oversize blouse with tiny yellow flowers.
Lacey cringed. “Cora’s?”
“She won’t mind, and it’ll be loose enough to put on with ease.”
“I suppose, but I don’t do clothes with flowers.”
“What’s wrong with flowers?” Roni asked as she removed the rest of Lacey’s trashed sweater and carefully inserted her arms through the sleeves.
“Nothing’s wrong with flowers for some girls, like my mother. And maybe you, but the guys at the racetrack would never let me live it down.”
Roni’s hands stilled with her task. “You race?”
“Sometimes. It can be hard to be taken seriously as a girl behind the wheel.”
“Tell me about it,” Roni agreed with a smirk. “I’m co-owner of a track and it can be tough. What do you race?”
“I’m in the process of reconstructing a Beat roadster for my next car. Or I was up until I smashed at the end of your driveway. I’m more of a spotter for my brother...” Lacey’s voice caught at the mention of Jeffrey. “It was easier when he was home. Without him to vouch for me, I spend most of my days in the shop working on the cars instead. He was my biggest supporter. And now he’s...gone.”
“Where’d he go?” Roni fitted the buttons up the front.
“Army.”
Her hands stilled. “When does he come home next?”
“He’s not coming home. Ever.” Lacey felt her lips tremble as Roni put the words together.
She dropped back. “Oh, Lacey, I’m so sorry.”
Roni sat on the side of the bed, her eyes filled. She gave a quick look toward the door. Lacey knew thoughts of her own brother filled her mind. As much as Lacey wanted to hate the woman for being grateful for not losing Wade when Jeff was gone forever, especially since Wade had a part in Jeff’s death, as he’d admitted to, she couldn’t hate Roni.
“It’s okay if you want to thank God for bringing your brother home. It won’t upset me. From one sister to another, I get it. If Jeffrey had survived, I would be jumping for joy, no matter who watched.” She looked at her injured arm. “And I definitely wouldn’t have been here getting shot at on Christmas Eve. I guess I shouldn’t have come. Once again, my mother was right, and I failed to heed her wise teachings. Why is thinking things through so hard?”
“I don’t understand.” Roni tilted her head.
Lacey shrugged. “I disappoint my mama pretty much every day. I’ll never be like her and think like her.”
“No. I mean, how would your brother coming home from the army have prevented you from being shot?”
“Oh, easy. Because I wouldn’t have come here looking for his killer.”
Roni’s long lashes lifted high. “His killer is here?”
Wade appeared in the doorway with an older man, halting Lacey from explaining further about Wade’s involvement.
Lacey considered blurting out the truth anyway. She looked at the men, but before she opened her mouth, her mother’s annoying voice filled her mind. Think before you speak, Lacey, dear. Her thick Southern drawl with its inflection of disappointment came through loud and clear.
Lacey held her tongue and looked at Wade. His searing eyes said he waited for her to make her decision, too. Would she take the opportunity to spill his secret in front of his sister and whoever the older man beside him was? Their dad, probably.
Seconds ticked by as the three people stared at the poor wounded girl.
Poor being the operative word. Wade Spencer was loaded. Which meant he could buy his way out of any case brought against him. She didn’t stand a chance of getting her answers from Mr. Secrets the legit way.
Her hand went to her neck and fiddled with the key clasped there beneath the flowered blouse. She’d put it on her chain when she removed it from her brother’s envelope yesterday. This key would unlock the answers she came for.
And Wade Spencer would be the one to give them to her.
Lacey turned away from Wade to answer Roni. “Jeff’s killer is around somewhere. He can’t hide forever.”
* * *
“What a way to spend Christmas Eve, wouldn’t you say, Miss Phillips?” The older gentleman Lacey had thought was Wade’s father, but turned out to be an uncle, entered the room again. Wade and Roni were seeing the lawmen out, so that left her alone for the time being.
“It’s Lacey, and I’m sorry I messed up your holiday. You must think I’m so rude coming here tonight.”
When the police had questioned her earlier, Wade’s uncle had leaned against the wall and heard why she’d made this trip. She’d left out the part of Wade’s confession, but told them about her brother’s so-called accident in the army and how she’d come to talk to her brother’s friend.
The uncle stepped up to where Lacey sat on the edge of the bed. He offered his hand for a warm shake. “Clay Spencer. The kids’ dad, Bobby, was my little brother. And don’t you worry about what we think. You’re hurting. We all feel your pain and frustration, especially with your car being taken in to be processed as evidence. You probably won’t make it back for Christmas dinner with your family.”
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