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clutched her stomach. Was Trill trying to set her up for a fake suicide?
“Was he alone or with other policemen?”
“Alone.”
“Did you tell him anything?”
“What could I tell him? I’d been with George that afternoon and then when I got home, that policeman showed up.”
Julie knew how stressful time with Nora’s brother was for Nora. George was dying, and even though they tried to pretend it wasn’t happening, they all knew it was. “I’m sorry I’m adding to your stress,” she said. “Tell George hello for me when you see him again.”
“I’ll do that. I’m going back over there tonight. What the heck is going on with you? Where are you anyway?”
“That doesn’t matter. Don’t tell Trill you heard from me.”
“But what if he comes back?”
“Play dumb. Promise me. I’ll explain it when I get home.”
Nora sounded worried, but she agreed. “I have your number on my caller ID,” she said. “I’ll call you tomorrow morning—”
“No!” Julie said. “No. I won’t even be in the same state by tomorrow. Please, Nora, just don’t talk about me with anyone.”
“Not even your boss?”
Julie rubbed the back of her neck. “I don’t have a boss. Killigrew fired me.”
“Then why did he come here looking for you, too?”
Why would Killigrew travel across town to come to her apartment? “I don’t know,” she said truthfully.
“Is that why you were emotionally distraught? Because you got fired?”
“I’m not distraught,” she insisted. “Trill is making that up.”
“You sure sound like you’re distraught.”
“Not the way you think.”
Nora was silent for a second, then she lowered her voice. “I hear a noise coming from your apartment,” she said. “Just a second, I’ll see what’s going on.”
“No—” Julie said, but Nora didn’t respond. Instead, Julie heard footsteps and then a door opening. “Oh, it’s you,” Nora’s voice said to a third party. “I wasn’t expecting—”
She was cut off by a male voice and then she spoke again. “Sure, I’ll be happy to help,” she said. “Just give me a second to get off the phone.”
The man asked her to hurry and this time he was closer and Julie recognized the voice. Chills raced up her spine. Trill! As she heard the door close, she said, “Nora? What’s Trill doing there?”
“He wants me to take a look in your closet and see if anything is missing.”
“Nothing is missing,” Julie said, “for the simple reason I didn’t go home before I left.”
“Well, I can’t tell him I know that, can I? Not if you insist I not mention talking to you, although, listen Julie, if I did tell him you’d called, he’d stop worrying about you, right? So—”
“No,” Julie said. “This is important. Don’t say a word to him.”
There was another pause before Nora finally responded. “Okay, but I’m worried about you. You’re not acting like yourself.”
Julie reassured her again and hung up.
Trill was at her apartment for a second time. What was he looking for? And what would have happened if she’d been home?
And why had Killigrew come? Maybe he’d had a chance to think and now regretted firing her. Maybe she could get her job back, make this up to him. Or maybe he just wanted to hear more about what Roger Trill had been after.
She closed her eyes. For a few hours, since arriving in Montana, she’d felt safe, as if she’d escaped. And now it seemed the trap was closing around her again....
Chapter Three
Tyler finished hauling the last sack of grain into the barn. He was so preoccupied that the last thing in the world he felt like doing was facing a room full of strangers who expected and deserved a friendly chat. He just couldn’t do it. Instead, he sent Mele, one of the wranglers, to give the orientation talk. He’d make up for his no-show at suppertime.
Why had she come back here?
Because she’s desperate. She’s in trouble.
And why was that his problem? She’d stood right over there that last day and told him she felt as if she’d been swallowed by his life, she needed one of her own, she had to leave, there was no hope for them, he should forget about her and all their plans and find someone new. There would be no babies, there would be no future.
She’d cut him open and pulled out his heart.
He cleaned out a few of the horse stalls, attacking the chore like a man possessed. He was restless inside and out and couldn’t wait to hit the trail. The cattle were mostly corralled nearby waiting for the morning when they’d head up toward the mountains. All day his wranglers had been giving riding and roping instructions to the guests, showing them training films, preparing them for tomorrow. The air on the ranch seemed to crackle with energy as everyone geared up for the upcoming ride.
He had a million things to do to get ready and here he was trying to come to grips with memories he’d worked a year at forgetting.
Julie.
He’d known in his heart that marrying her was a mistake. She was a town girl, her parents owned a florist shop and she’d worked in it since she was twelve. He’d looked at her work ethic and been impressed. He’d looked at her long legs and big brown eyes and been consumed with desire. She looked good, she smelled good, she’d seemed genuinely fascinated in just about every word he uttered. They’d dated through college and she’d moved out of her folks’ house and onto the ranch a week after graduation, the brand-new Mrs. Tyler Hunt, exchanging one life for another.
And it had been good for a while.
Peering out the barn door, he looked toward the cabins and thought about walking up to number eight and talking to her. Hear her out. Give her advice or money or whatever she needed. Then sign the damn divorce papers and get it over with. He should have done it months before. Inertia had kept him tied to her.
He stood straight, heaved a deep breath and actually walked a step in her direction. Then he stopped. No. He couldn’t do it.
* * *
SHE LOOKED OUT the window again. Tyler was nowhere to be seen.
Should she stay tucked in this room out of sight? There was an obvious allure to that plan. The four walls felt safe. Still, staring at them wasn’t going to resolve anything and if the giant raw boil festering in her gut was any indication, sitting still a moment longer was going to be her undoing.
He didn’t want her here, that much was clear, but maybe she could go outside for a while and just avoid him. Was her horse still on the ranch or had Tyler sold him? If Babylon was here, would Tyler come unglued if she took him out for an hour or two? Would he even have to know?
But he would; the man knew everything that went on here. The only mystery to Tyler Hunt had been his wife.
Opening the door, Julie was surprised to find the sun had dipped lower in the sky. Sunset was at eight-thirty or so this time of year, and evenings could get chilly. She went back inside and retrieved her red raincoat which she’d spent hours on the bus repairing with a sewing kit she bought along the way. The garment was expensive, though, or had been when she bought it in a boutique. No one would mistake it for couture anymore unless they were a big fan of the pieced-together