Royal Heir. Alice SharpeЧитать онлайн книгу.
You haven’t said anything.”
He looked down at his feet and then at her. Eyes smoldering with an intensity that unnerved her, he repeated, “I came to get Leo back.”
“Get him back? If you didn’t know he was going to be kidnapped then how—”
“I didn’t know about the kidnapping. I came to get him back…from you.”
“From me?”
Staring into her eyes, he added, “Of course I came for him. I’m his father.”
Chapter Two
Julia absorbed this latest shock for a moment before mumbling, “Are you saying that the late William Chastain wasn’t Leo’s father?”
“No. I’m telling you that I am William Chastain.”
“He’s dead,” Julia said.
“Well, no.”
“Nicole called me the week before she died and told me he was killed when his boat blew up.”
“And his body?”
“Between the explosion and the river currents, what body?”
“Exactly. I know it’s hard for you to believe, but I didn’t die on the river. I escaped.”
Julia shook her head. “Preposterous. Why would Nicole say you were dead if you weren’t?”
“Because she didn’t know I wasn’t.”
Julia shook her head again. “This is crazy—”
“I know it sounds nuts. But I can explain.”
“So do it.”
“Not here.”
She stared at him.
“Listen, Leo has big blue eyes and fuzzy reddish hair, like his mother. Like she had. He has a little mark on the back of his neck, a birthmark. You’re Julia Sheridan, Nicole’s cousin. You’ve just known Nicole a couple of years. I believe she took advantage of your generosity by calling on you to watch Leo when she flew down here to party with her pals. Am I close?”
“Close,” Julia said. “Trouble is, the people who took Leo knew all about me, too.”
“Then ask me something unique about Nicole.”
Julia rubbed her temples. Would this confusion never stop? She looked into his eyes and once again resisted the pull to trust him, to take him at face value. She said, “Why don’t you just show me some identification?”
He smiled again, but this time the thought crossed her mind that the gesture was fueled by frustration. “I don’t have any identification,” he said. “My wallet was in my suit jacket when my boat blew up. I wasn’t wearing it at the time.”
“Of course you weren’t,” she said.
He waved aside her sarcasm. “If I understood what was happening in there with the lawyer, the kidnappers produced all sorts of fake documents, right? If I was one of them, don’t you think I’d at least have made myself a nice official-looking Washington state driver’s license?”
He had a point.
“Look at me,” he added.
She did as he asked and for the first time, she noticed the details that she’d been too preoccupied to notice before.
“What happened to you?” she said. “Why are you wearing someone else’s clothes? What happened to your forehead and cheeks? When’s the last time you slept?”
“The clothes belong to some poor guy who left his car unlocked and his dry cleaning in the backseat.”
“You stole a suit?”
“I just wish he’d been a taller man,” he said and they both glanced down at the pant legs, which were too short. The sleeves were, too.
“What about those marks on your face? And your hair…?”
“The marks are leftover burns from the boat explosion. The hair got burned, too. Not too bad, but it frizzled off in spots.”
Julia suppressed a sigh. Things just kept getting more and more bizarre.
“After the crash, I managed to swim to shore. I had a friend with an old cabin cruiser in a small marina. He’s out of town. I jimmied the lock on his boat and hunkered down to figure things out.”
“Why? Why not just go home?”
“Because my home blew up. I wasn’t living with Nicole by then. And I suspected she might have had a hand in trying to kill me.”
“Why would you—”
“Later. Right now, you’re the one in danger. Someone tried to run you down a few minutes ago. It doesn’t fit with what I think happened to Leo, but maybe there are two different agendas at work or maybe your boyfriend went postal—”
“Don’t be absurd.”
“You think he’s too stable? You never know—”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, wincing as the muscle in his upper arm flexed. “Do you think we could get out of here and go somewhere a little less…open?” he said.
“I need to go home. I need to be there to answer the phone.”
“Why?”
“The police think someone will call with a ransom—”
“No,” he said.
“What do you mean?”
“If my suspicions are right, Leo is in no danger of being hurt. There’ll never be a ransom call. The danger will be that he’ll all but disappear off the face of the earth. We have to move fast.”
She studied his eyes for a second then swore under her breath. She wanted to believe him. She wanted Leo to be safe, but how? “I don’t understand. You know who kidnapped him?”
“I have my suspicions.”
“Then tell me. Tell the cops or the FBI. Why are we standing here talking—”
“Because I’m not going to tell anyone anything until I use a phone and make certain.”
“I have a cell phone—”
“It’s not that easy. Finding the right number is going to take a little work.”
“Listen,” she said, turning again to the car, “it’s been a long day and I’m tired of your riddles. I’m going home.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said.
Bristling, Julia whirled to face him. “What do you mean by that?”
“I mean someone just tried to mow you down.”
“So you say.”
“Your house might be the next place they try.”
She swallowed a jolt of fear. Her house was her refuge. The thought someone might breach it—
“Go to a friend’s house for the night,” he said.
“I can’t. I have to be there if the kidnappers call.”
“But—”
“I can’t bet on your suspicions even if I understood them, which I don’t. I’m going home.”
“Then I’ll go with you.”
“Hold on,” she said. If this man was Nicole’s husband, he was turning out to be just as infuriating as her cousin had always insisted he was. Julia didn’t