The Night Is Forever koh-11

by Heather Graham

  “So what do I do? How the hell do you hide from a dart gun?”

  “You watch your step,” Frank told him. “Stay with people at all times. It’s hard for someone to pull off an ‘accident’ when you’re in a group.”

  “How close are you to catching whoever is doing this?” Aaron asked.

  “Not very close, I have to admit,” Dustin said.

  Aaron let his eyes drift shut. “May I please see Sandra? I figure most of you realize by now that we’re seeing each other. Olivia, you know how to manage the Horse Farm. You take over. I’ll do my twenty-four hours in here. After that, I’ll rest at my place for another twenty-four. Then we’ll see where we are.”

  Olivia inhaled and exhaled slowly. “Aaron, there may not be a lot to manage. We’re starting to lose clients—guests.” Aaron stared at her.

  “What do we do?” he asked thickly.

  “Find whoever is doing this,” Dustin said.

  “There had to be someone else in the woods with us,” Aaron insisted.

  “That is a possibility,” Frank said.

  “Will you let Sandra come in now? Please?”

  “Yes, fine, we can do that,” Frank told him.

  Olivia gave Aaron a kiss on the forehead. He looked up at her and smiled. “You’ll fix it, kid. I know you will.”

  I don’t know, Aaron! I don’t know.

  She didn’t say the words out loud. She offered him what she hoped was an encouraging smile and followed Dustin and Frank out of the room. As Frank spoke to the deputy who’d been assigned to watch the room, Dustin told Sandra she could go in.

  She walked by Olivia, looking as if she’d like to scratch her eyes out. Olivia didn’t believe Sandra would harm Aaron in any way. But, at that moment, she thought the woman would have gladly strangled her.

  12

  “We’re going to reschedule all our weekend appointments,” Olivia said.

  They’d returned to the Horse Farm and she was speaking to Mason, Mariah, Sydney and Drew. Dustin leaned against the wall, watching as she spoke.

  Sammy had taken up a position at her feet.

  She’d announced that the police suspected the situation that plagued them might have nothing to do with a relapse and an accident.

  The room had already buzzed with protests and disbelief. But now, the group was subdued and concerned.

  “If they’ll reschedule. If anyone even comes back,” Mason said glumly.

  “We’ll hope for the best,” Olivia responded. “If they don’t reschedule, we’ll be understanding, and we’ll tell them we hope they’ll come back in the future. We’ll explain that we don’t know what’s going on, but—” Olivia paused, looking over at Dustin “—but the authorities will discover the truth very soon.”

  “So, what do you want us to do, Olivia?” Drew asked.

  “You and Sydney do what you always do—tend to the horses. And the cats and dogs and...I think that’s all we have right now.”

  “If we close down, though,” Mariah said, “don’t we look like we’re guilty of something?”

  Olivia shook her head. “No. We look like we’re concerned about all our guests and we want to make sure we’re providing an entirely safe environment for them.”

  “Maybe we should start looking for work,” Mariah said.

  “If you feel you need to move on, everyone here will understand,” Olivia told her.

  “I’m not jumping ship! I’m just thinking about it,” Mariah added quickly.

  “The Horse Farm is all right for now. We can make it for a while with all the trusts and provisions in the will. I’ll call the attorney and let him know where we are,” Olivia said. “I’m expecting Aaron will be back in the office by Tuesday. We can try to reschedule our sessions for next week.”

  Mariah excused herself as her cell phone rang. She stepped into the games room to take the call.

  “What should we be doing?” Mason asked Olivia. “I mean—no offense, guys—but this is easier for Sydney and Drew. They just keep looking after the place and the animals. But for you and me and Mariah...”

  Olivia smiled at him. “Mason, why don’t you get some new modeling shots done? See if there’s any extra work in the area for the next few days.”

  Mason looked back at her and then laughed. “You know what I’ve never done? Visited the Hermitage. It’s almost anti-American to be this close to Nashville and not have visited the Hermitage. Old Hickory’s homestead! I think I’ll do that tomorrow.”

  “Good plan!” Olivia said.

  Mariah stepped back into the room, her eyes wide. “You’re not going to believe this.”

  “What?” Olivia asked.

  “I just got a call—”

  “People want to support us, right?” Mason interrupted. “They’re trying to book sessions, anyway!”

  “Uh, no, I’m sorry,” Mariah said, frowning. “That was the agency that sets up ghost tours for me. They say they’re getting constant calls from tourists who want to come out here and go on ghost tours!”

  “Great,” Mason said.

  “No, not great,” Sydney said, frowning. “Sounds like people just want to see where Marcus died, along with Civil War ghosts. That’s ghoulish, not great.”

  “Oh, Sydney, I wouldn’t tell stories about Marcus!”

  “And you don’t think it would come up? That people wouldn’t ask you where Marcus Danby died?” Mason demanded.

  “And where Aaron Bentley almost died?” Drew asked quietly.

  Mariah stared at them all. “Hey, guys, I’ve always done ghost tours. History tours.”

  “I think it’s fine, Mariah,” Olivia said. “You give great history tours and you have for a long time. Just don’t book anything until Aaron’s back on Tuesday. Not tonight, though. We’re all drained.”

  Mariah nodded. “Of course. I agree, tonight would be bad. And they’re not my horses. They belong to the farm, and one of you guys usually comes with me and sometimes we camp.... But I’m definitely not camping again for a while! Anyway, it’s all on hold.”

  Mason stood up. “I’m going home—at my own risk, mind you. Call me if there’s anything new or if you need me. Oh, it’s okay if we go see Aaron?”

  “Yes, of course,” Olivia said.

  Mason started to walk out, but stopped and looked directly at Dustin. “What do you make of all this?”

  “I don’t know yet. That’s why I suggest you all stay in public places, hang around in groups—and watch your backs,” Dustin told him.

  “Yeah, yeah, thanks,” Mason muttered. When he reached the door, he paused and turned back. “Someone want to walk me to my car?” he asked.

  Dustin smiled, pushed away from the wall and said, “Sure.”

  “Hey, I’ll take off, too,” Mariah said, rushing over. “Not that I think anyone would be after me. Or you, Mason. But then, I wouldn’t have thought anyone would be after Aaron....” She stared at Olivia. “You should be careful, Olivia. Really careful. I mean, if things go in order... Marcus, Aaron—you. Oh, Liv! I can’t believe I just said that. Hey, you want to come and stay with me?”

  Dustin stepped in. “Olivia will be all right. I’ll be watching over her,” he said.

  Mariah started to smile. Her lips twitched as if she was about to make a sexual innuendo.

  She didn’t.

  “Good.” She waved at Drew and Sydney. “We won’t just desert you two. I’ll be here tomorrow.”

  “Thanks, Mariah,” Drew said.

  “Ditto,” Sydney told her.

  Mariah brightened. “Aaron is fine—and that’s the main thing, right? By next week, we’ll be back up to speed. I just know it!”

  Her words seemed to fall into empty space.

  Then Drew gave it a try. “Sure, Mariah.”

  Dustin walked Mariah and Mason out the door and toward the parking lot. Both hesitated as they stepped outside, looking out over the rolling pasture.

  “This place is so beautiful,” Mason said, his voi
ce reverential.

  Mariah nodded. “So, Dustin—even Deputy Vine thinks something odd is going on. But in a court of law, wouldn’t we be looking at a bunch of circumstances? As opposed to solid evidence? Sorry, I guess I watch too much crime TV.”

  “I’m into being safe and if Frank wants us to be safe—well, I’m there,” Mason said. “See you all. Thanks, Secret Agent Man.”

  Dustin didn’t bother to protest. “Take care, Mason.”

  “Will do!” Mason promised. He walked to his car. Mariah started walking to hers; by the end, she was running. She hopped in, revved the engine and lifted a hand to show that she was on her way.

  He walked back into the office. Olivia, Drew and Sydney glanced up at him expectantly.

  “What do we do now?” Drew asked him.

  “Find a killer,” Dustin said.

  13

  “That was pretty blunt,” Olivia told Dustin as they drove away from the Horse Farm.

  His rental car was staying there.

  They were driving to her place. Together.

  Sammy was with them, of course. The dog was in the backseat but his head appeared between them every few seconds, despite Olivia’s suggestion that he stay in the back. Dustin had a feeling that she was usually a little more authoritative with the dog, but she was tired. Worn out. And she was feeling guilty about Sammy.

  “Blunt? Perhaps. Not much else to say at this point, though.” He turned to look at her. “Whoever is doing this has to be in your group. And you did the best thing you could have done—stopping all sessions until Aaron’s back. If Aaron makes it back.”

  Olivia gripped the wheel and glanced his way quickly. “First of all, canceling our sessions wasn’t entirely my choice. And what do you mean, if Aaron makes it back? He looked great. They’re just keeping him for observation.”

  “He’s keen to get out of the hospital. He almost died, Olivia. According to him, he heard a ‘mosquito’ buzz and went down immediately after that. He’s not a stupid man. He listened to what Frank and I had to say, but he just wanted to see Sandra and get out. The sheriff’s department doesn’t have the manpower to put a guard on everyone at the Horse Farm, so I’m hoping he and Sandra stay together. For now, Aaron is fine. However, I don’t know what’ll happen when they release him—even if Sandra never lets him out of her sight.”

  “You’re really scaring the hell out of me,” Olivia muttered.

  “There’s more.”

  “What?”

  “Someone had an image of the general on his horse out in the forest. I don’t know much about art, but it’s on some kind of cheesecloth, which, I assume, would make it look ghostly in the right light. Frank Vine was the one to find it. That’s good, because it means he’s bought into our suspicions about what’s going on.”

  “I don’t understand. An artist drew a picture on gauzy cloth—and put it in the forest? Why?”

  “Because if you’re stumbling around at night or in the early morning—when the light’s hazy—you’d think you were seeing the general.”

  “But...wouldn’t you check to see if it was real?” Olivia asked.

  He grinned at her. “No, not most people. Most people would run like hell!”

  Olivia nodded thoughtfully. “Okay, so what would the image of the general in the forest have to do with someone attacking Aaron at the stream? And are you sure Aaron was attacked?”

  He shook his head impatiently. “No, I’m not one hundred percent sure, but anything else is unlikely. Aaron might just happen to have a little wound the size of an insect sting near the base of his neck. And I’ll admit I’m not one hundred percent sure of the connection between those two events—Aaron’s so-called accident and Mariah’s discovery—either.” He shrugged. “Maybe Mariah simply imagined that she heard the general speaking and then happened to wander into the woods where she found an image of him—and the torn-up carcass of a cow. Like I said, it’s unlikely, but...”

  “It is possible,” Olivia said a little stiffly.

  She pulled into her driveway and let out a little cry of dismay. Dustin frowned, looking toward the entry.

  There was a note on the door.

  “The alarm company came and went,” Olivia said. “I forgot all about them.”

  “So did I,” he told her. “Don’t worry. We’ll just reschedule them.”

  “I’d have liked to get the alarm system in today. Funny, I’ve lived by myself for several years and I’ve never been afraid. But now...”

  “Let’s call them right away,” Dustin suggested.

  “And after that?”

  “I have a few other calls to make. And for what it’s worth—I won’t be leaving. But we’ll put some faith in Sammy, too. He does seem to be an excellent watchdog.”

  Sammy was apparently attempting to prove it by barking ferociously. As they got out of the car, the dog bolted past them and went dashing around the house.

  “What is the matter with that dog?” Olivia asked, worried.

  “Dogs are sensitive. He senses that something’s going on,” Dustin answered. He smiled at her. “Hey, come on. You know that. You’re a therapist who works with animals.”

  “Yeah,” she said huskily. “I know he’s not barking for nothing, and that scares me even more.”

  She hurried over to the house, taking the sticker the alarm company had left before opening the door. Sammy came rushing back and swept by their legs as they entered.

  “Want me to call the alarm people?” he asked.

  “I can do it.”

  “Of course you can—but I’m happy to do it. I thought maybe you’d forage through the kitchen and find food.”

  Olivia laughed at that. “Okay, you get on the phone. I’ll look for food.”

  He sat in the living room and put a call through to the alarm company. They were exceptionally pleasant, completely understanding of an emergency and happy to reschedule for later that week.

  He could hear pots and pans and cutlery being moved about in the kitchen, so he went ahead and called the office. He spoke to Jackson Crow first, filling him in, and then he was put through to Malachi, who was eager to hear what was going on.

  “I told Jackson it’s pretty much out in the open now,” he explained to Malachi. “And the local lawman has been okay. I thought he was going to be difficult at first, but he came around. We’re dealing with Deputy Sheriff Frank Vine and Deputy Jimmy Callahan. Vine knows he doesn’t have the manpower to work on this. Oh, the medical examiner is all right, too. I brought him the bits of dart and the pieces of tree bark I took from the woods, and I’m waiting on a report from him now.”

  Malachi put him on hold while he had a quick discussion in the office. A moment later, he was back on the line. “I’m heading out there with Abby, Sloan and Jane. We don’t want to make an announcement or anything like that. We’ll just show up. We should be in by tomorrow afternoon.”

  “Good,” Dustin said. “Let us know when you’re in the vicinity. I’ll keep you posted on where we are.”

  As he ended the call, Olivia walked out of the kitchen. “There’s a casserole in the oven. I’ll be back down in ten. Oh, the guest room is across from mine upstairs. Make yourself at home.”

  He nodded, looking up at her. They were both the worse for wear, but even covered in trail dust with bedraggled hair, Olivia Gordon was...striking.

  “Thanks.” His voice sounded hoarse to his own ears. “Malachi and some of the Krewe will be here tomorrow,” he told her.

  “Really?” She seemed pleased. And yet, he thought, not as pleased as she would’ve been a few days earlier.

  Maybe he’d grown on her.

  “That’s great,” she said. “I mean...considering all the variables.”

  “Yeah, it’s good news.”

  “Not that you don’t know what you’re doing. You obviously do. You saved Aaron’s life this morning,” she said fervently.

  “Anyone with a few courses in emergency medicine could’ve done wha
t I did—and I’m sure that you would have acted if I hadn’t been there.”

  “The thing is you found Aaron. You saved him. Will you excuse me? I’ll be down in a bit.”

  She turned and ran up the stairs. He found his backpack by the door and hiked it onto his shoulders, then followed her up. The door to the left was hers, he knew. He pushed open the opposite door and went into the guest room, where he set his backpack on the bed. He headed into the shower, trying not to think about the fact that she was across the hall.

  Naked.

  While the heat of the water felt wonderful, he didn’t want to tarry. And he didn’t—the hot water lasted a few minutes, and then it went cold. He stepped out, swearing softly, and remembered that while the bathroom was probably fairly new and up-to-date, the house itself was very old. Hot water just wasn’t going to last that long, not with two people showering at the same time.

  He dressed, got his computer from his bag and left the room.

  Sammy lay in the upstairs hallway between the two rooms, as if watching over both of them.

  “You’re a good old boy,” Dustin said, bending to scratch behind the dog’s ears.

  As he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen, Sammy followed him. Dustin saw a bag of dog treats on the counter and offered him one. “You tried hard, didn’t you? You knew something wasn’t right the day Marcus was killed. I think you went after the killer. But the killer wasn’t really supplied with the customary murder weapons. No gun, no knife. So you were probably whacked with a good-size rock or maybe a branch. But you went up to the killer—close enough to get a walloping—because it was someone you trusted, huh?”

  “Talking to yourself?” Olivia asked, sweeping into the kitchen. Her hair was still damp. She was wearing a casual cotton halter dress and sandals. There was something compelling about her—the naturalness of her movements, her lack of makeup, the tempting scent of her soap.

  “Sammy is an excellent listener.”

  “And you were discussing...?”

  He smiled grimly. “Sammy and me? We were discussing my certainty that someone involved with the Horse Farm is doing this. I think Sammy trusted the person who hurt him.”