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When Marian saw Ryan coming up the slope toward them, she hurried forward to meet him. The glower on the detective’s face wasn’t reassuring.

“Did you find anything?”

“No,” Ryan answered shortly. “I checked the whole cabin. No sign of a struggle. Nothing out of place except for a mess in the kitchen.”

“Scotty told you he did that,” she reminded him quickly.

“No sign of a body.” He looked directly at Scotty. “Either there never was one or it has disappeared somehow.”

Marian could tell from his tone which one of the two possibilities he believed. Remembering how terrified Scotty had been when she found him hiding, she was convinced the boy wasn’t making up the story.

“Scotty’s telling the truth,” she said firmly. “He saw something or someone. And he felt vibrations of someone walking on the wooden deck.”

“All right, we’ll go with that for the moment. I’ll take you two back to the mansion and alert our forensic crime-scene investigator to take a look. He’ll tell us in quick order if there’s any evidence in the cabin to support Scotty’s story.”

On the return trip to the mansion, Marian’s thoughts were a mixture of frustration, apprehension and impatience. As she stared at the back of Ryan’s handsome dark head, she wished she could be privy to the thoughts whirling there. Obviously, the detective had deep reservations about accepting Scotty’s story at face value.

If she hadn’t witnessed the boy’s panicked fear herself, she might have suspected he was making up the story to divert attention from himself. She could handle a boyish prank, but what frightened her was the impact all this was going to have on her summer program if his terror was real.

“Will it be possible to keep this low-key? I mean, until your investigator takes a look at the cabin and knows something for sure?” she asked when they reached the mansion.

“Let’s not cross any bridges yet. Toby Bower is one of the best and if he says we have a crime scene, it’s out of my hands.” He softened his tone. “He’ll collect as much evidence as he can and take his findings back to the crime lab. Maybe he’ll come up with something and maybe he won’t. Until we know for sure, I’d advise you and Scotty to remain mum about what is going on.”

She nodded in agreement, trying to keep the anxiety building inside from showing.

“I’m going back to the cabin now to wait for Toby.”

“And you’ll come back and tell me what he finds?” She knew her tone was more of a statement than a request, but she couldn’t help it.

His mouth curved in a slight smile. “Yes, ma’am. I certainly will.”

The way his dark blue eyes briefly locked with hers brought an unexpected warmth to her face. She quickly turned away, impatient with herself for reacting to his practiced charm. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that the good-looking detective could wind women around his little finger whenever it pleased him.

She watched him drive away and then turned to Scotty. Putting her hands on his thin shoulders, she faced him squarely. “Don’t tell anyone where we’ve been. Nobody. Understand?”

“I won’t say nothing.”

“Good.”

As they came in the front door, the children were just trooping upstairs for a rest period. After telling Scotty to go upstairs with the others, she motioned to Rob, who was monitoring the group.

“Make sure Scotty stays resting on his bunk, Rob.”

“What’s the matter?” the teacher asked, raising an inquiring eyebrow. “Where’d you find him?”

“I’ll tell you later,” she lied and turned away before he could say anything more. She certainly was going to take the detective’s advice and not share the unbelievable events of the afternoon with anyone. Just imagining what the fallout might be sent a nervous prickling up her spine.

She turned in a different direction and entered a small room next to the library that she’d chosen for her office. She groaned when she saw the telephone on her desk blinking, a stack of invoices still waiting on her desk for attention and information the Denver lawyer had requested ASAP still unanswered.

As disciplined as she usually was, she struggled to concentrate on catching up with her work. She couldn’t help wondering what was happening at the cabin. What would the forensic detective find? Her stomach tightened with apprehension. How had a wonderful career opportunity suddenly become a threatening nightmare?

Could she trust the handsome Ryan Darnell? Even though he was obviously dedicated to doing everything by the book, he’d displayed a genuine concern for handling the situation as sensitively as possible. She appreciated that he hadn’t put Scotty through an intense grilling. No doubt that would come later if the forensic investigation found anything relevant to the boy’s story.

Marian knew that she was at a disadvantage not knowing how small-town police enforcement worked. She certainly hadn’t expected to meet a well-built, nicely tanned man who looked like a handsome movie star assigned to play the part of a policeman. The way his cobalt-blue eyes could soften as he looked at her was totally unnerving. And what was worse, the gentle way he put his hands on Scotty made her own skin prickle.

She gave herself a mental shake. She was through with such foolishness. Her last romantic liaison had been several years ago and had ended with a pathetic whimper. Her total relief at being free again had been a warning that she didn’t need a man to fulfill her life. She wasn’t going to make the same mistake again no matter how many charming men like Ryan Darnell crossed her path.

RYAN WALKED TOWARD Toby’s forensic van as the investigator parked behind Ryan’s car. The small, energetic man in his forties had been in the Denver CSI office until a couple of years ago. He’d been born in New York City and had always worked out of a metropolitan coroner’s office until he spent a vacation in Rock Creek and decided to settle in the small town as its only CSI investigator. Toby kept his light brown hair cut short and always wore a gray baseball hat and overalls when on duty.

Ryan admired the man’s powers of observation, insatiable curiosity and dedication. “Thanks for coming right out, Toby.”

“What do we have?” he asked, shifting a carryall that contained all his portable forensic paraphernalia.

“Maybe we have a crime scene and maybe we don’t.”

“Sounds interesting.”

Quickly, Ryan elaborated on the information he’d given Toby earlier on the phone. “My gut feeling is the boy is telling the truth, but I need you to verify it.”

“Well, let’s have a look,” Toby responded with obvious interest as they walked down to the cabin.

Ryan stayed out of the way as Toby collected fingerprints from doorknobs, windowsills, and possible shoe prints on the deck and on the ground around the cabin.

Inside, Toby photographed the kitchen, front room, two small bedrooms and bathroom. He even took myriad photos of the wooden floors.

“Sometimes the camera picks up dust images that are not visible to the naked eye,” Toby said as he carefully put the camera back in his carryall.

Ryan nodded in agreement. When he’d taken a couple of forensic classes at the Denver Police Academy, he’d found the work interesting, but had decided a crime laboratory wasn’t the place he wanted to spend his days.

Toby shook his head when he’d finished doing everything that might offer a clue to what had really happened—if anything. “I really can’t declare this a crime scene unless some evidence turns up to indicate there’s been a felony of some kind.”

“I know we can’t launch a full investigation until we have something concrete,” Ryan replied quickly. “But my concern is the boy may be in jeopardy while we’re trying to establish if he really did witness a crime.”

“Somebody could be intending to shut him up,” Toby agreed. “Maybe you ought to keep him under surveillance for a few days. At least until I get the lab work done.”

Ryan nodded. “Will you clear that with the chief?”

“I can try,” Toby replied wryly. They both knew it would depend upon what kind of mood Police Chief Peterson was in when they made the request. “I don’t think he’d want to leave the boy vulnerable to a possible killer.”

“I don’t think so either. I’ll find an excuse for sticking around.”

“I’m sure you will,” Toby said with a teasing smile. “Are there any good-looking women around?”

“One that I know of,” Ryan admitted, but he wasn’t all that sure the attractive Marian Richards would be happy about having an unexpected bodyguard underfoot. They’d have to find an acceptable reason for his presence for at least the next couple of days.

WHEN RYAN APPEARED in the office doorway, Marian’s whole body stiffened.

“May I come in?” he asked politely.

“Yes, of course.” She couldn’t tell anything from his expression. Motioning to a nearby chair, she said, “Have a seat.”

“Thanks, but I need to talk to Scotty. Where will I find him?”

His polite but official smile irritated her. She decided that if he wasn’t intending to keep her informed, she’d better set him straight right now. “What more do you need to ask him?”

She wasn’t prepared for his deep chuckle. “You’re quite the guard dog, aren’t you?”

“When I need to be.”

He made a gesture of mock surrender. “Well, I guess you’d better come along then. I might need a witness in case I’m accused of child cruelty.”

She knew he was teasing her, but she didn’t care. Establishing her authority came natural to her. More than once she knew she had been referred to as Miss Ironsides.

“Rest period is just about ending,” she said as she looked at her watch. “Scotty should still be on his bunk. I told our male teacher, Rob Harmon, to keep an eye on him.”

“Good. Maybe Scotty’s had time to remember a few more things.”

As they made their way upstairs, she struggled with a growing impatience. What had the forensic examiner discovered? Why did Ryan want to question Scotty again?

A wave of children came pouring into the hall and down the stairs. An hour of outdoor activity was scheduled before dinner.

There were four bedrooms on both the second and third floors. Nancy and the nurse shared the large master suite on the second floor and two girls were assigned to each of the remaining three rooms. The same arrangement was made on the third floor for Rob and six boys. Marian knew they had to move quickly if they wanted to catch Scotty before he bolted down the stairs with the others.

She wondered if he’d gotten by them when the third floor echoed with emptiness as they walked by the vacant rooms. Her chest tightened when they reached the last one, but a wave of relief swept through her when they looked through the door and saw Scotty sitting on the edge of the top bunk, his legs dangling over the side.

Marian knew he’d picked this room because of the bunk bed. He’d made it clear that he didn’t want “one of them sissy twin beds.”

“Did you have a nice rest, Scotty?” she asked brightly when he sensed their presence and looked up. She knew the question was an inane one, but she was desperately trying to keep the moment as light as possible.

All color left Scotty’s face as he glared at Ryan coming in behind her. He looked frightened, as if he expected the policeman to have a pair of handcuffs ready for him.

“Detective Darnell just wants to ask you a few more questions,” she assured him.

Ryan held up two fingers as he stood in front of Scotty. “Two questions. Answer them and you can go outside and play games with the others. Okay?”

Scotty slowly nodded, a guarded look in his eyes.

“Did you see a car parked anywhere in the trees when you walked to the cabin?”

Scotty stared past Ryan’s shoulder for a moment before he shook his head.

“Tell me, what did the dead man look like? Old? Young? His clothes? The color of his hair? Anything?”

Scotty sent Marian a frantic look, like someone backed into a corner. “I don’t remember nothing.”

She was ready to jump on Ryan for overloading the question, but he was already reassuring the boy. “If you remember anything later, Scotty, tell me. It could be important.”

At that moment, Rob hurried into the room and seemed surprised to see Marian and Ryan there. “I’ve been busy getting things ready for a game of kick ball and came back to get him.”

Scotty must have read the teacher’s lips about kick ball, because he slid off the bunk and started toward the door.

“Is it all right?” Rob asked as he put a restraining hand on Scotty’s arm.

Marian gave Ryan a questioning look.

“Great idea,” he readily responded with a smile. “I think Scotty would love having a chance to kick something right about now.”

After they were gone, Marian turned quickly to Ryan and demanded, “What did the forensic officer find?”

“Is there someplace we can talk privately?”

“My office—”

He shook his head. “Too many interruptions and we don’t want anyone eavesdropping.”

“Why all the need for privacy?” she asked, frowning. “If Rock Creek is anything like every other small town, the fact that a law officer was at the Wentworth estate will be tomorrow’s gossip.”

“True,” he agreed. “But we can orchestrate the gossip to be what we want.”

“How do we do that?”

“We put a spin on the truth,” he said as he put a guiding hand on her arm as they walked down the hall to the stairs.

The only place Marian could think of that was off-limits to everyone was her own private quarters, which were on the ground floor near the solarium.

When Alva Wentworth’s health began to decline, she had remodeled a spacious reception room and bathroom on the first floor into a parlor and a beautiful bedroom. A small refrigerator and hot plate sufficed for simple kitchen needs, and the buffet bar had remained intact. The wealthy widow had occupied these rooms the last few years before her declining health required an assisted-living facility.

“My rooms would probably be best,” she told Ryan.

Under different circumstances, she certainly would have had second thoughts about inviting a man she’d met only a few hours earlier into her private suite, especially a physically attractive man who made her feel that she’d been missing vibrant male company for far too long.

Was she just imagining that when he put a guiding hand on her arm, his fingertips slightly caressed her soft flesh? She gave herself a mental shake as they made their way downstairs. Enough of such romantic nonsense!

She informed him in her director’s voice, “I usually have a little time to myself during the activity period. We have the evening meal as soon as the children come in and I’ll need to be in the dining room to help serve.” She glanced at her watch. “We’ll have about forty minutes. That should be enough time for you to bring me up to date.”

If he was put off by her businesslike tone, he didn’t show it. A half smile remained at the corners of his mouth as they made their way to another wing of the mansion. As Marian opened the door, the spaciousness of the former reception room still amazed her. Obviously Mrs. Wentworth had moved elegant cherrywood furniture from other areas in the house to furnish her private space. A beautiful sofa and chairs in burgundy velvet, graceful end tables and Tiffany lamps defined the sitting area, and a glimpse of the bedroom revealed a large canopy bed and antique furniture. These luxurious accommodations had been a special treat for Marian. She had deeply appreciated the fact that at the end of a long day, most of the clamor of staff and children was in the upper parts of the house.

Quickly she motioned Ryan toward one of the chairs and sat down opposite him on the sofa. She tried to keep her manner relaxed. “Now, then, what exactly did your investigator find that made you question Scotty again?”

“Nothing concrete. And that’s the problem.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Toby didn’t find any blood anywhere, especially in front of the fireplace where Scotty said he saw the body. He looked the area over closely and took pictures. We’ll have to wait to see if Toby got any fingerprints. No telling who’s been using the cabin since Alva’s been gone.”

“The caretaker told me they hired a cleaning service for the mansion shortly before we took over. I don’t know if the cabin was included in that or not. I could ask and find out.”

“You are going to stay out of this,” he said firmly. Leaning forward, his eyes locked with hers. “No one is going to know anything about what happened today.”

“What do you mean?” She was startled by his tone and the sudden rigidity of his body.

“You haven’t told Scotty’s story to anyone, have you?”

“No.”

“Good.” He leaned back with obvious relief. “It’s a pretty safe bet the boy hasn’t said anything to anyone.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You’re not the only one,” he admitted with a fleeting smile. “And that’s the danger, Marian. Until we know if a crime has been committed, any talk and speculation could trigger something totally unexpected.”

“But you just can’t ignore—”

He quickly moved to the sofa beside her. “My first responsibility now is to keep Scotty and you safe. If someone did see the boy running away from a murder scene and knows the boy confided in you, both of you could be in danger.” He put his hands lightly on her shoulders, turning her to face him. “Do you understand?”

“Are you trying to frighten me?”

“No,” he replied in a softer tone. “I just intend to stay around and make sure neither of you are in jeopardy until we know exactly what we may be dealing with.”

“I don’t think that’s possible. How can I explain your presence to everyone? You want me to lie about who you really are?”

“Not at all. We just have to put a little twist on the reason for me being here at the estate.”

“Then you do mean lie.”

“It’s called a protective cover.”

“And what could that be? It’s hardly likely the staff will believe you’re a volunteer staff member.” Her mind raced ahead, already anticipating the problems of trying to incorporate a totally unlikely person into the curriculum.

“I was thinking more along the lines of something in keeping with the truth of my real occupation.”

“And what would that something be?”

“How about your needing my services to check out or change the security system?”

“I could never do that without the permission of Arthur Kennedy. He’s Alva Wentworth’s Denver lawyer and controls the budget. We’d have to get his approval for such an expenditure.”

“He’s in Denver? How often does he show up here?”

“I never know,” she admitted. “Most of the time we talk on the telephone. When he’s in town, he reports everything personally to Alva and then gives me instructions. I have never made a move without their approval.”

“Well, let’s go with the security story as long as we can. That will give me a free hand to hang around and keep you and Scotty under protection.”

“Do you think that’s really necessary?”

“I don’t know, but until we get something solid to go on, one way or the other, I intend to play it safe.”

She could tell from the firmness in his voice it was useless to argue. In a way she felt relieved that he was taking charge. On the other hand, just thinking about him being a constant presence in her life created challenges on more levels than one. She was very aware of his physical warmth and sexual appeal. Having him around as a bodyguard night and day wasn’t going to be that easy.

She rose abruptly to her feet.

“What’s the matter?” he asked as he stood up beside her.

“The children will be coming in soon. I have to see to the dining room.”

Something in her voice must have betrayed her anxiety, because he put his hands on her shoulders. “I’ll make this as easy on you as I can. Just remember we’re role-playing. Okay?”

“Okay,” she echoed as firmly as she could.

“I’m here because you have been concerned for the security of the children and want me to check out the present system. I’ll offer to remain on the premises until everything is brought up to date. Hopefully that will give Officer Bower time to carry out his forensic tests and provide us with some direction for any necessary investigation. I have a relative who is deaf and I can handle a little signing.”

He fell silent as they walked through the house to the dining room.

“I need to check with Elsie Mullens, the cook,” Marian said, turning toward swinging double doors leading into the kitchen. “We don’t have any money in the budget for additional help, so all of us pitch in when we can. Two of the older children help load the two dishwashers and get a dollar a day for it. Scotty started out helping but gave Elsie such a bad time that she quickly decided to dispense with his services.”

As they came into the kitchen, Elsie was filling bowls with a hearty vegetable soup. Platters of fried chicken, corn bread, fruit salad and peanut-butter cookies were side by side on the serving carts with pitchers of milk.

“Wow, everything smells delicious!” Ryan said enthusiastically as he smiled at Elsie. “I hope there’s enough for one more.”

“I wasn’t told there was going to be a guest,” she informed him in her blunt fashion.

“And I wasn’t told there was a chef in the kitchen preparing good solid food that could send a man’s stomach growling,” he countered as he bent over and sniffed the vegetable soup. “Just a touch of oregano, I’ll bet.”

Elsie’s frown instantly changed into an expression of surprise. “You some kind of a cook?”

“Nope, but I grew up on a ranch. We had a chuck wagon cook who was a whiz at making a soup that smelled just like this.”

“I’ve spent a lot of time during roundup cooking for a bunch of cowhands,” Elsie said proudly as she gave him a full-blown smile.

“Really? I may just decide to stick around for a while. What do you think?” he asked as he turned to Marian.

“I guess you can take your time,” she replied on cue. She was surprised how easily the lie flowed from her lips when she introduced Ryan to the cook. “He’s going to be checking out the security system.”

As Elsie wiped her hands on her apron, she scrutinized Marian’s face and then Ryan’s. Marian couldn’t tell what was going through her mind but she knew the cook wasn’t going to be easily fooled. If anyone saw through the charade they were creating, it would be Elsie. Once her suspicions were aroused, she could easily say or do something that could blow Ryan’s undercover pretense sky-high.

Marian’s mouth went dry.

And then what?