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  “Dude, you’d rely on someone who hitchhikes with strangers and got kicked out of school for something this important? Are you nuts?” Jack asks, conveying my sentiments exactly, albeit way more rudely.

  Cooper’s shoulder sink. “No, I guess you’re right. Besides, if it showed up now, it would raise more suspicions than before.”

  I nod. “Or seal our fate. Even though we wiped it down, there’s no telling what evidence we might leave behind. It was coated in Jack’s and my blood, not to mention our fingerprints. What if our DNA is still deep inside that engraving? You know they only need a tiny amount of that stuff to test.” I stare at Jack’s right hand, which is currently wrapped around the scrolled BBR, the initials of Bloody Bill Ransom, the Dagger’s captain.

  Cooper rubs his chin. “You’re right. As much as I hoped to return it, we can’t.”

  “But what do we do with it?” Jack asks. “We can’t keep it here or at the caretaker’s cottage. If someone finds it, they’re liable to think Dad or Beau stole it.”

  I nod. “Definitely. We need to put it somewhere no one’s going to find it.” I search my mind for the perfect hiding place. An idea pops to mind. “Hey, what about putting it back in the tabby box down at the ruins?” It’s where we found it in the first place and where it had been locked up for at least a century.

  Before they can answer, Missy’s voice travels up the grand staircase, then winds around the second-floor landing and carries down the hall, through the closed door. “Cooper! Where you at? I need you.”

  Cooper stiffens. “Why can’t she leave me alone?”

  “Because she’s on a mission to destroy your life,” Jack answers.

  “Maybe if we’re quiet she’ll go away.” Judging from the defeated expression on Cooper’s face, he knows that’s not likely.

  Jack snorts. “Right and maybe I’ll sprout wings and fly out that window.”

  “I saw that horrible station wagon of yours out front,” Missy trills. “I know you’re here. Don’t make me come up there to get you.”

  Grinding his teeth, Cooper takes the knife from Jack and slides into the paper bag. “The tabby ruins is the perfect hiding place. But we’ll need all day to dig out that box and bury it again so it’ll have to wait until tomorrow.” Sliding off the bed, he crosses the room to his bookcase and pulls a thick calculus textbook from the bottom shelf. “With my dad and Missy around, we can’t risk taking the knife downstairs now. It’ll have to keep here until we can hide it for good.” Opening the cover, he leafs past the first few pages to reveal a hollowed-out center.

  Jack’s eyes gleam. “Awesome.”

  I blink. “Wow.” Not that having a secret stash is a huge deal. Heck, Jack’s got plenty of them. But Cooper isn’t sneaky enough to need one.

  Cooper shrugs. “Boarding school. It’s the only way to keep anything private from snooping roommates.”

  “Or smuggle in contraband.” Jack waggles his brows.

  “It’s where I keep my letters from you two. Well, from Emma. You never do more than sign a Christmas card.” He scowls at Jack.

  Jack rolls his eyes. “Hey, I comment on your Tumblr posts.”

  Cooper smirks. “Thanks, it’s a real comfort during the long, lonely nights.”

  My heart warms at the thought of him reading my letters, and that they mean enough to hide from his friends.

  “Cooper! I’m done waiting on you!” Missy’s stilettos clomp up the grand staircase.

  “She’s coming!” I whisper.

  Cooper slams the calculus text closed, shoves it back in its spot on the case, and then covers it with more heavy books.

  We sprint to the door and open it just as she reaches the top of the steps.

  Cooper smiles, looking as innocent as baby lamb. “Oh hi, Missy. We were just on our way downstairs.”

  She crosses her arms. “Didn’t you hear me calling you? I’ve been hollering my head off.” Her hair is frazzled and her eyes crazed. Her lipstick is off-kilter again and her blush streaks across her cheeks in two wide, rose-colored blocks. She’s normally model-perfect, but now she looks like she put on her makeup in the dark.

  He nods. “Yes, which is why we’re headed downstairs. Did you need something?”

  “Why else would I bother chasing after you? And since your little friends are here, they might as well lend a hand, too.” She pivots, then stomps back down the stairs.

  When we reach the bottom, she points toward the far end of the wing. The lacquered nail on her index finger is jagged and torn. “I, uh…moved some furniture in the solarium that you boys need to put back in place. And, Ella, find a broom. There’s a little broken glass on the floor.”

  Biting my tongue, I pace to the utility closet off the butler’s pantry, then grab a sponge mop and dustpan because I can’t find a broom. Anger roils in my gut. Hasn’t she ever heard the word please? Or how about thank you? Since when did I become her personal maid? Doesn’t she torture her biweekly cleaning-service ladies enough? I don’t know what Beau pays them to drive down from Charleston and put up with her crap, but it must be a mint. Slamming the door, I tromp down the hall and join the guys in the solarium.

  My eyes pop. A little glass? Forget the mop, this destruction is going to require a dump truck. She’s not only managed to break the entire twenty-five piece margarita set that used to sit on the baker’s rack, but the chandelier that used to hang in the middle of the room is splayed on the floor, every one of its bulbs and dripping crystals smashed to bits on the flagstone. Cooper and Jack stand motionless, equally paralyzed by the wreckage before them. Missy didn’t just “move” some furniture. She overturned every piece in the room, including the bar, which was filled with tumblers, snifters, and other glass vessels that likely lie broken beneath it, awaiting cleaning up.

  “Dang,” Jack finally utters.

  “Welcome to my world,” Cooper deadpans.

  I run my fingers through my long hair, pulling it off my forehead. “This is insane. She can’t expect us to clean this up.”

  Missy’s stilettos click behind us. “What are y’all waiting for? Get going.” She smacks her gum.

  “Missy!” Beau bellows, his voice rough and gravelly. He clambers out of the library, heaving his body forward on unsteady legs and his overburdened cane. He’s just as wobbly as he was the night on the veranda, perhaps more so.

  “Uh-oh,” Jack whispers under his breath.

  Cooper shoves an elbow in his side. “Shh.”

  Missy freezes. “Don’t trouble yourself, baby. Go on back to your business pages. Want me to get you another scotch? How about a cigar?” Her voice trembles.

  Grunting, he ignores her as he plods toward us, his gelatinous body undulating with each step. He’s in such obvious distress, half of me wants to run and help him, but the other half fears he’ll trip and crush me.

  Just before he reaches the solarium, Missy shuffles forward on her high heels and clutches his arm. “You need your rest, sugar. Come, let me take you back to the library.”

  “Don’t touch me.” Nearly out of breath, he yanks from her grasp. His eyes are bloodshot and sunken in their sockets. The familiar scent of rotten bologna hovers, mixed with a healthy serving of scotch. “I work all day to keep this roof over your head and you can’t see fit to give me a moment’s peace.” With each syllable, he thrusts his gray tongue forward and maneuvers his mouth as if deliberately forming every word. His chest gurgles as he sucks for air through thin blue lips. Then his eyes meet mine. “Ah, Emma, it’s wonderful to see you, as always.” His tongue hangs slack as his gaze drops and he appears to take me in. Lurching forward, he heads toward me.

  Missy scampers after him. “Sweetness, wait—”

  But it’s too late, he’s at the door to the solarium. And he’s seen the carnage.

  For a second, his skin flushes crimson before returning to its normal pale gray. “Now what have you done?”

  Missy swallows hard. “It’s all for you, baby.” Her voic
e is high and reedy.

  “For me?” Beau’s breath quickens. He’s breathing so hard, he’s likely to keel over. Or inflate like a puffer fish.

  Cooper tugs Jack’s shirt and motions for him to back up into the hall. Then he slips his hand around mine and leans close to my ear as he guides me quietly away from Beau and Missy. “This is about to get ugly. We’re out of here.”

  Amid their escalating argument, Cooper, Jack, and I pick up our pace down the hall, and then sprint through the foyer and out the front door.

  “Where to?” Jack bounds down the front steps.

  Cooper tightens his grip on my hand. “Anywhere but here.”

  Chapter Eight

  “Oh man.” Cooper stands at the doorway to his bedroom, his face drained of its color.

  Last night Cooper slept over at the caretaker’s cottage, unable to force himself to face either his father or the destruction in the solarium. He texted both Beau and Missy to say he wouldn’t be coming home but got no response. We figured they were too busy arguing to care about where Cooper spent the night and decided it would be best to return this morning after the dust settled, retrieve the dagger, and bury it at tabby ruins. Evidently, we were wrong.

  Jack and I stand beside Cooper in stunned silence, taking in the wreckage in his bedroom. The only sound comes from the second hand on his old-school alarm clock as it ticks around the dial. It must be nearby under the rubble.

  Finally, Jack breaks the quiet. “Missy,” he growls, his fists clenched.

  “But why?” She’s torn through the rooms on the first floor, but they’re the public areas where her guests hung out during the Fourth of July party. It sort of made sense to look for the Beaumont ruby downstairs. But Cooper’s room? She’s got no reason to believe the necklace was stashed in here. Yet his bed has been stripped and toppled to the floor, his desk and dresser upended, drawers dumped out, and his clothes and other belongings strewn around. Most importantly, the bookcase has been overturned, its contents tossed and scattered around the room.

  “The knife!” Cooper snaps out of his stupor and rushes toward the mound of items that litters his floor. Jack and I join him, rummaging through the clothes, sheets, printer paper, and books. Finally he finds the calculus textbook, nestled beneath his bed frame, its cover closed.

  My pulse throbs against my temple as I murmur a silent prayer that the dagger is still hidden inside, gloriously protected from Missy’s indiscriminate tossing. But as soon as he cracks it open, those hopes are dashed. The compartment is empty.

  Looking around the room, Cooper mutters, “It’s got to be here.” His voice is gripped with panic and sounds as if he’s trying to convince himself it’s the truth. “Maybe it fell out of the book and she never saw it.” Frenzied, he digs through the piles.

  Jack sinks against the flipped over mattress. “Dude, I don’t think so. She’s got it and God only knows what she’s done with it.” He chuckles but it’s a hollow, futile laugh that lacks a trace of happiness. “I guess it’s sort of fair. We did take her necklace. Now she’s got our knife.”

  Cooper shakes his head. “No. She can’t have it. She doesn’t understand what it means, or what it could do to us.” He pushes his belongings around as if that will somehow make it magically appear.

  Stretching toward him, I grasp his shoulder. “Cooper, stop. It’s no use.”

  Defeated, he looks at me, his royal-blue eyes wounded. “Why did she do this? And why last night of all nights? I never should have left.”

  My mouth opens but no words come. Because there is no answer, at least one that makes sense. So instead, I lamely rub his back, hoping it’ll do some good.

  A moment later, the air-conditioning unit kicks on, humming as cool air blows from the ceiling vent. The alarm clock’s second hand keeps on ticking, the sound almost magnified in the leaden silence. Suddenly I’m aware of just how quiet it is. It’s not normal for the house to be so still. Especially lately.

  My earlobes prick with heat.

  “Where’s Missy?” I ask, remembering that we passed her car on our way up the driveway. She’s home. So why isn’t she lurking around, gloating about her conquest and plunder?

  Cooper shakes his head. “I don’t know. I didn’t hear her when we came through the foyer. Maybe she’s in the breakfast room?”

  Jack shoves his straight, black hair off his forehead. “Or maybe she’s sleeping off whatever made her go berserk in here.”

  Warmth curls around my outer ear, then spreads across my scalp. Despite the blasting AC, the room feels like it’s eighty degrees and climbing.

  I glance out the open door, toward the empty upstairs hallway and landing. Her bedroom door is closed shut. “But don’t you think she’d be waiting for us, ordering us to clean up the solarium and this mess?”

  “Don’t forget shoving the knife in our faces,” Jack adds.

  Cooper nods. “You’re right. She’d love to find dirt on me.” He rises to his feet, yanks the box spring out of his path, and sets it on the frame. “I bet she’d enjoy calling the sheriff to have me arrested.”

  The searing sensation inches down my neck, then around to the front of my throat. Laying my palm against the spreading heat, my fingers are icy against the sizzling flesh. There’s only one reason for this bizarre reaction. My spirit guide is trying hard to tell me something. Just then, my pinkie brushes against the cool beads of my collier. Without a thought, my hand slips to grasp the necklace hanging around my neck. Glancing down, I notice my fingers are clasped around the section of green and white beads, the ones that are supposed to convey psychic powers.

  A black, amorphous image swirls past my mind’s eye, filling my stomach with a sick sense of dread. I’m not sure what I’ve seen or what it all means, but the feeling is strong. And it’s bad. Panic sweeps over my body, blurting the words from my mouth. “What if she’s calling them right now? What if they’re already on their way?” I swallow hard, willing the swelling anxiety back down into my gut.

  “Then there’s only one thing we can do.” Jack picks himself off the floor and hauls the mattress on top of the box spring.

  “What’s that?” I ask, still shaken by the ominous sensation gripping my throat.

  “Stop her before she gets a chance. And if we’re too late, take the dagger so she’s got no evidence. Let it be her word against ours.” His expression is hard, resolved.

  Cooper stiffens. “I’m not sure that’s such a great idea. What if something goes wrong?”

  Jack’s brow pinches. “Come on. After all she’s done to you, you’re not going to go all Boy Scout on us, are you? Look around. Do you not see how demented she’s become? I’m not going to let her get you or us thrown in jail. She’s probably stashed the dagger in her room. We’ll be in and out in five minutes flat. And we won’t trash the place,” he adds sarcastically.

  I see where Cooper’s coming from, but Jack’s got a point. Though I’m not crazy about committing another B&E, I’m certain we need to go into Missy’s room. And we can’t waste another minute. I jump to my feet. “Jack’s right. Come on.” I head out of his room and down the hall.

  “Wait, Emma!” Cooper calls after me, then catches up and grabs my arm.

  I stop short and whirl around. There isn’t time to explain my weird, shadowy vision or the menacing sensation that’s constraining my breath. At this moment, more than any time before, he’s just got to go with me on this. “We have to get in there. Now. You’ve got to trust me.” I pull for air.

  He meets my gaze. “I do. But I want to be the one who goes in first. If anyone’s going to take it from her, it’s going to be me.”

  I’ve got to admit, I like this new, forceful Cooper.

  He leads the way. Jack and I follow past the landing then down the hall to the master bedroom.

  At the door, Cooper draws a deep breath, then raps his knuckles against the solid core panel. “Missy! You in there? We’ve got to talk.” His voice echoes around the ceiling above the
foyer.

  There’s no answer. He knocks again, this time with more force. The door slips the latch, creaking open a sliver.

  Missy’s strawberry-scented perfume slips past us and dances around our heads.

  Cooper pushes on the knob, widening the opening. “This is your last chance. You can either come talk to us, or we’re coming in.” After a long pause, he wrenches his neck to look inside.

  I peek under his outstretched arm. The vast room is empty. And just like the rest of the house, it’s eerily quiet. I’ve never been inside the master suite, but from what I can tell, nothing looks out of place. The antique cherry bed is made, the matching wooden furniture is upright and unbroken, and nothing is strewn across the floor. In other words, it’s the complete opposite of Cooper’s room.

  But even though all appears to be fine, the nagging sensation at the back of my scalp tells me something isn’t right. Though I can’t say what.

  “She’s obviously not here,” Jack says. “Let’s see if we can find the knife.”

  Cooper nods as he steps over the threshold and points to the door at the near end of the room. “The safe is in the wall behind the mirror. Let’s start there.” It’s a good thing Beau made him memorize the combination last summer. Otherwise we’d be out of luck.

  Shivering, I follow them in, my flip-flops sinking into the plush, stark-white carpet. The soft, natural fibers tickle my feet. It seems crazy, but the air feels denser and colder in here than any other room in the house. It’s probably just because the air-conditioning is blaring and the room was closed off.

  While Cooper and Jack get to work removing the wall mirror and opening the safe, I look for other good hiding places. Rubbing my goose-bump-covered arms, I peek into the open walk-in closet. Nothing’s awry. Then I glance at the vanity table beyond, which is covered with makeup tubes, lipstick barrels, nail polish bottles, and an assortment of creams and lotions. If I was going to stash something really valuable, that’s probably where I’d put it. Not in a safe, which is the first place burglars are likely to look. Pulling open the center drawer, I scan its contents. There’s nothing more interesting than some foundation bottles, press-on nail kits, and wrinkle creams. Jeez. How many of these does one woman need? Especially someone in their early twenties who doesn’t have a line on her face? Shutting it closed, I sift through the side drawers and find more of the same, plus a half-dozen bottles of platinum hair dye.