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.”“That was an accident.Not taking her to the hospital was deliberate.”“Well, you can’t honestly expect me to have told Sara what really happened.I’d have been drummed right out of the family.”It was so important to him to be a Chandler.“You’re telling me now,” Dani pointed out.“It no longer matters what you know.”Dani grew very still.“You’re going to kill me.Sara, too.”He smirked and neither confirmed nor denied her statement.“You’ll blame my death on Sara, saying she killed me because I’d found out she’d killed her sister.You’ll say you tried to stop her, but you were too late.”“No one’s ever accused you of being stupid, Danielle.”“And you just had to kill your own crazy wife in self-defense.Everyone would believe you because you’re Roger Stone of Chandler Hotels.”“I feel no remorse, Danielle.Everything would have been fine if you hadn’t found that key.” His eyes pinned her.“Let’s get moving.”She tried to keep him talking.“Joe was onto you.Sara had confessed to him, but like me, he couldn’t put it all together—”But Roger wasn’t biting.“We have to go now.Drop your gun, please, Danielle.It’s not going to do you any good.I’m an excellent shot.I’ve already shot two men today, and if I have to, I’ll shoot you right here on your grandfather’s front porch.I’ll get away with it, Danielle.You know I will.”He was supremely confident.Her eyes on him, Dani squatted to lay her gun on the floor.Zeke couldn’t be hurt.He couldn’t be dead.She needed him right now and he…He was on the porch steps behind Roger.Dani only barely glanced at him, not wanting to give away his presence.She’d never met anyone so tough who could move so gracefully and silently.Was it his shoes?I’m losing it.Oh, Mama, Mama…“Sara,” Roger said gently, “put the cat down, dear.We need to go.I’m taking you to the springs, to Lilli.”Dani still had one hand on her gun.If she let go, she’d have no chance to stop Roger, to protect herself.He pointed his own gun at her.It looked expensive and bigger than hers.“Nice and slow, Danielle.”Zeke was on the top step, not two feet behind Roger.His dark eyes held hers.She knew what he wanted her to do.Not to give up.Not to turn her life over to him.To trust him.As he, now, was trusting her.She let go of her gun so that Roger would think, for a split second, that he had her completely under his control.It was all Zeke needed.He grabbed Roger’s gun hand and jerked it up and to the side, away from Dani and Sara.The gun clattered to the porch floor.Dani dived for it, but there was no need.When she scrambled to her feet, Zeke had Roger pinned face-first to the porch column, his arm twisted behind him at a painful angle.“You had Quint kill my brother,” Zeke said in a low, hard voice.“No! Quint didn’t kill him—”“He set him up.Amounts to the same thing.”“What would you have done in my place? Joe gave me a month to come clean about Lilli.He left me no choice! Don’t you understand? I would have lost everything.”Zeke was eerily calm.“Quint knew about the picture Joe took.He recognized the key Dani found and came to Saratoga, stole it, started to look at things in a new light and figured you’d used him.So he decided to try to make things right.You found out and you killed him.”“I offered him a fortune—”“He only wanted justice.”At that moment the police arrived, followed by a taxi that barely came to a stop before Dani saw her father leap out, gauze and adhesive tape trailing from his head.Then the Chandler limousine slid up to the curb.Sara calmly pushed the cat off her lap, demurely picked a few white hairs off her skirt, leaned over and stretched so that she could reach the Pembroke Springs security guard’s gun.Dani got to her before her aunt could shoot her husband dead.NineteenDani joined her grandmother in the garden behind her cottage.It was dusk.The questioning by police, the media, was over.Mattie had found an old kite and spread it out on the teak table, with scissors, a stapler, a jackknife and some twisted nylon line.She had on her orange flight suit, and Dani smiled at this woman she had always adored.“You’ve always been good with your hands,” she said.“My mother’s doing.She taught me how to knit, crochet, tat, quilt, do cutwork.All those ladylike skills.I was supposed to teach Naomi after Mother died, only I never did.”Dani sank into a chair.She was barefoot, exhausted but not so overwhelmed anymore.Just damn tired.“Sara said that the afternoon and evening Mother spent with you had made her realize that we were all a part of who she was and that she could never give us up.Nick had let her go after a dream.You helped her to discover for herself whether or not it was a dream she wanted to make come real.”Mattie had tears in her eyes; it occurred to Dani that she’d almost never seen her grandmother cry.“So did Joe Cutler.”“He was a survivor, too.You have an ability to carry on, Mattie, that I…” She shut her eyes a moment, pulling herself together.It would be ridiculous to fall apart now.“That I hope to discover in myself.”“You will,” her grandmother said with confidence.Dani opened a bottle of Pembroke Springs Mineral Water, now tangibly and forever linked with her mother, as the Chandler Stakes had been.She wondered if she finally understood what her mother’s dream of singing and dancing had been about.Her frustration and searching in the months after her own mother’s death.Had Lilli simply been discovering her own ability to carry on?“What about Zeke?” Mattie asked softly.“I’ve known him such a short time—it’s been a whirlwind
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