she
felt. “I’m getting closer to pul ing Dad’s records from the
city databases.”
“Are you sure you won’t get caught?”
“Why don’t you let me worry about something?”
She smiled. “Deal.” From her purse her cel phone rang.
She pul ed it out and checked the caller ID. It was June
Moody, the owner of Moody’s Cigar Bar who had
befriended Carlotta, and who had developed a soft spot
for Coop. “I need to take this.”
“I’m gonna take off,” Wes said, moving toward the door.
“I’l lock up. Tel Hannah I’l be right out. Oh, and Wes?”
He turned back.
“Apologize to Meg.”
He looked pained, but nodded.
Watching him go, her heart gave a squeeze. She connected
the ringing phone. “Hi, June. How are you?”
“At the moment, I’m worried half to death about Coop and
the things they’re saying on the news. Can you tel me
what’s going on?”
“I went to see Coop this morning. He’s in good spirits,”
Carlotta lied, massaging her temple. “This is all a mistake. I
think the GBI was pressured to make an arrest, and
because Coop was so close to the crime scenes, he was a
good candidate.”
“And because he’s drinking again?”
“That doesn’t help,” Carlotta agreed. “But Coop wouldn’t
want you to worry about him, June. I’l keep you posted.”
“Okay.” The woman sounded somewhat relieved.
“Is Mitchel stil in town?” June’s son, a sergeant in the
army, was in Atlanta on leave from his post in Hawaii.
“For another week or so.” But from the sound of June’s
voice, their relationship was stil strained—or maybe she
was just concerned about her surrogate son, Coop.
“Try to enjoy the time you have left with him,” Carlotta
said, trying to sound upbeat. “I’l drop by the bar soon.”
“Okay, dear. Bye.”
Carlotta ended the call, but lying to June had taken its tol
on her. The idea that she had to manufacture optimism
sickened her. She leaned over to grasp her knees. A
terrible storm of frustration and anger at the state of her
life swirled in her stomach, spreading to her chest.
Coop…Wesley…her father. A wall of tears pressed behind
her eyes and cheeks. A sob rose in her throat, choking her.
She wanted to scream, to cry, to do something.
Possessed with a fierce need to vent, she ran into the
kitchen and raised her voice in the direction of the
listening device imbedded in the wall. “Randolph, you’re a
coward!” she yel ed. “Do you hear me? You’re a coward,
and I wil never forgive you for what you’ve done to me
and Wesley!”
She stopped and stared at the device, as if she half
expected her father to answer. He didn’t, of course. Even if
he were listening, why would he respond after all this
time?
She gripped the edge of the breakfast bar for support. A
dark cloud threatened to engulf her. Was this what a
nervous breakdown felt like?
She shook her head to clear it. She couldn’t do that to
Wesley, she had to get a grip. She had her job, and other
people needed her.
The front door opened and Hannah’s voice rang out.
“Carlotta? You okay?”
She swallowed hard to rally herself before she turned and
walked into the living room. At the concern on her friend’s
face, she smiled. “I’m fine, just checking on a couple of
things. Let’s go.”
But she felt Hannah’s gaze on her as they backed out of
the driveway and drove toward the mall. “You sure you’re
okay?”
“I talked to Wes about the drugs.”
“Oh. And?”
“He promised he’d quit.”
“And you believe him?”
“Yeah. He was sincere.”
Hannah looked back to the road. “I hope you’re right
about Wes…and about Coop.”
“I’m right about both of them,” Carlotta said. “You’l see.”
Hannah nodded, but didn’t say anything.
To change the subject, Carlotta said, “So…you and Chance
looked cozy.”
“Oh, stop.”
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