Secrets Among the Cedars (Intertwined Book 2) by Sherri Wilson Johnson Page A
Authors: Sherri Wilson Johnson
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soon as you get this. Phil
Phil hit send and then shut his laptop. Going to Savannah tomorrow was not an option. He'd have to reschedule the appointment with the potential buyer of his house. Where was his number?
He jumped up from the couch to retrieve the file from the glass table in the foyer when his phone rang. Even though he tried to stop it, a smile spread wide across his face. Case or no case, he was about to talk to Kathryn again. He hit the answer button. "Well, hello. That was fast!"
"Hello, Cuz." The raspy voice boomed into Phil's ear. “You expecting a call from someone?”
He stepped back, disappointment streaming into his body like the sunlight coming in through the backdoor window. "Drew, what do you want?"
"I think you know. I talked to Uncle Marco, and he told me you asked him about Uncle Louie."
Great. Pops had turned around and called Drew as soon as they’d hung up the phone. His own father would turn against him like this? Phil imagined Drew's club-fisted hand wrapped around his phone as it used to wrap around his neck when Drew would hold him under the water at Cayuga Lake during summer vacations near Taughannock Gorge. "Yeah, I did. What's it to ya?"
"If you're asking about him, then you're interested in helping."
Phil pounded his fist into his temple three times. Why had he inquired about Uncle Louie? He might as well have poked a hornet's nest. "No, I'm not."
"Louie's not going down for murder, and you're going to make sure of that."
"No, I'm not. I'm not responsible for his problems or for getting him out of them."
"Listen, you're the best lawyer our family has, and you owe it to us to get Uncle Louie out of this fix."
Phil leaned against the kitchen's granite counter. "Drew, don't flatter me with empty accolades. I don't owe anybody anything. Did he murder those guys?" He had to be careful not to divulge any of the information Kathryn had told him.
"You can talk to Uncle Louie yourself at the Perkins County jail to find that out."
Phil yanked the phone away from his ear, considered chucking it out the window, then he returned it to its original place. "I'm not going."
"You will if you know what's good for you."
"You threatening me? I have a life here in Cedar Key. I can't just leave it and go back to defending guilty people. I'm not going to do it!"
"Yes, you are, and I'm coming down there to make sure you do!" The line went dead.
Phil stared at his phone, trapped in a crazy nightmare. He'd left behind his family's manipulation when he left New York. Why did he have to go through this again? He needed to go for a run. He had to clear his mind.
Chapter Six
Kathryn and Sadie walked along G Street, the palm trees swaying in the breeze and seabirds soaring in the air. The sun warmed her skin, still chilled from her swim. Details of the case filled her brain to overflowing, but her heart remained tucked away in its own little corner. Where had her passion for solving this case gone? What had happened to her today?
Like the piles of palm fronds and sand on the sides of the road, Kathryn shoved her eagerness to get that promotion aside. She could win this case, but it no longer had the power to define her. This morning in church, a freedom had flowed throughout the building and the people. Kathryn wanted that freedom.
She held tight to Sadie's leash as a car passed on her left. A man in a straw hat with a cigar in his mouth waved at her. She waved back and smiled. This man obviously knew Cedar Key's secret for happiness.
Secrets.
Some secrets are better left buried.
Kathryn shook her head as she rounded the bend in G Street. No, the secrets to the Ezzo case were not better left buried. The missing gun and the truth of Ezzo’s innocence or guilt, she'd find them. She had to.
Kathryn stopped and let Sadie walk on to the tiny patch of sand in the bend in the road, boulders holding back the rising tide. Out in the water stood the dilapidated shack she'd seen yesterday. Why
Phil hit send and then shut his laptop. Going to Savannah tomorrow was not an option. He'd have to reschedule the appointment with the potential buyer of his house. Where was his number?
He jumped up from the couch to retrieve the file from the glass table in the foyer when his phone rang. Even though he tried to stop it, a smile spread wide across his face. Case or no case, he was about to talk to Kathryn again. He hit the answer button. "Well, hello. That was fast!"
"Hello, Cuz." The raspy voice boomed into Phil's ear. “You expecting a call from someone?”
He stepped back, disappointment streaming into his body like the sunlight coming in through the backdoor window. "Drew, what do you want?"
"I think you know. I talked to Uncle Marco, and he told me you asked him about Uncle Louie."
Great. Pops had turned around and called Drew as soon as they’d hung up the phone. His own father would turn against him like this? Phil imagined Drew's club-fisted hand wrapped around his phone as it used to wrap around his neck when Drew would hold him under the water at Cayuga Lake during summer vacations near Taughannock Gorge. "Yeah, I did. What's it to ya?"
"If you're asking about him, then you're interested in helping."
Phil pounded his fist into his temple three times. Why had he inquired about Uncle Louie? He might as well have poked a hornet's nest. "No, I'm not."
"Louie's not going down for murder, and you're going to make sure of that."
"No, I'm not. I'm not responsible for his problems or for getting him out of them."
"Listen, you're the best lawyer our family has, and you owe it to us to get Uncle Louie out of this fix."
Phil leaned against the kitchen's granite counter. "Drew, don't flatter me with empty accolades. I don't owe anybody anything. Did he murder those guys?" He had to be careful not to divulge any of the information Kathryn had told him.
"You can talk to Uncle Louie yourself at the Perkins County jail to find that out."
Phil yanked the phone away from his ear, considered chucking it out the window, then he returned it to its original place. "I'm not going."
"You will if you know what's good for you."
"You threatening me? I have a life here in Cedar Key. I can't just leave it and go back to defending guilty people. I'm not going to do it!"
"Yes, you are, and I'm coming down there to make sure you do!" The line went dead.
Phil stared at his phone, trapped in a crazy nightmare. He'd left behind his family's manipulation when he left New York. Why did he have to go through this again? He needed to go for a run. He had to clear his mind.
Chapter Six
Kathryn and Sadie walked along G Street, the palm trees swaying in the breeze and seabirds soaring in the air. The sun warmed her skin, still chilled from her swim. Details of the case filled her brain to overflowing, but her heart remained tucked away in its own little corner. Where had her passion for solving this case gone? What had happened to her today?
Like the piles of palm fronds and sand on the sides of the road, Kathryn shoved her eagerness to get that promotion aside. She could win this case, but it no longer had the power to define her. This morning in church, a freedom had flowed throughout the building and the people. Kathryn wanted that freedom.
She held tight to Sadie's leash as a car passed on her left. A man in a straw hat with a cigar in his mouth waved at her. She waved back and smiled. This man obviously knew Cedar Key's secret for happiness.
Secrets.
Some secrets are better left buried.
Kathryn shook her head as she rounded the bend in G Street. No, the secrets to the Ezzo case were not better left buried. The missing gun and the truth of Ezzo’s innocence or guilt, she'd find them. She had to.
Kathryn stopped and let Sadie walk on to the tiny patch of sand in the bend in the road, boulders holding back the rising tide. Out in the water stood the dilapidated shack she'd seen yesterday. Why
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