enjoying this, aren't you? You think we're quaint."
"Quaint?" He sputtered into incredulous laughter. "No, not quaint. I'd put A.J. up against any Los Angeles businessman I've ever dealt with. Three Sisters Cafe would clean up on Wilshire Boulevard." He placed a foot on the icy, rough edge of the stone fireplace. "And you, Rose. I know you've been offered jobs in Southern California."
"Only two jobs, both in emergency management."
"But you don't want to leave Vermont," he said quietly.
She shivered from a sudden light breeze, but her mind was on the other side of the continent, on a hot, dry, windy day in June. Without looking at Nick, she said, "We did what we could to save Jasper. We all did. If his death is related to Lowell Whittaker's network of killers and Derek somehow found out and that's why he freaked out when you showed up--"
"We don't know that Feehan was telling the truth."
Rose pulled her hat out of her pocket and put it back on, yanking it down over her ears. "I don't know. I wish I did."
Nick frowned at her. "Your knee hurts, doesn't it?"
She hadn't noticed but realized her right knee did, in fact, ache. "Some. I must have twisted it when Robert shoved me."
"You should ice it."
"Thanks, Dr. Martini, I will."
"I have EMT training."
But he didn't press the issue as Lauren emerged from the sugar shack. "A.J.'s meeting us with the car out on the road," she said. "He's got the lodge on alert for Robert Feehan. No sign of him as yet."
She tucked her snowshoes under one arm and got the kids back on the toboggan, which Nick pulled as they hiked back to the dead-end lane. Rose spotted Brett Griffin out on Ridge Road with her brother and went ahead of Nick, Lauren and the kids. A.J. gave her a quick glance as he ran down the lane to his family.
Brett was decked out in winter gear, his camera hanging from a cord on his neck. "I just told A.J. that Robert Feehan flagged me down a few minutes ago."
"Where?" Rose asked.
"Up the road, not far from the place I'm staying. He jumped out of the woods. Scared the hell out of me. He asked about you. He said he wanted to talk to you. I know he's upset about Derek, but he really wasn't himself. I told him he might want to calm down before he saw you."
Rose grimaced. "Too late."
"Ah. He found you already. I wondered. I gather it didn't go well."
"As you saw yourself, he's on edge. Do you have any idea where he might be now?"
"No, sorry. He ran up the road. I didn't follow him. I think he might have had a car up there. I heard an engine start."
"He didn't drive back by you?"
Brett shook his head. "He must have gone in the other direction. I don't have a cell phone--I borrowed A.J.'s and called 911. I know the police want to talk to him about Derek's death."
"Robert could be anywhere."
"I wish I could have delayed him but I had no idea what was going on." Brett tilted his head back and sighed. "You don't look so good, Rose. Did Robert hurt you?"
"No, but he was out of control."
"Yeah. It's crazy. I think he wishes now he hadn't gotten mixed with up Derek, too, but Derek had his good qualities. He thought he could do anything."
"He could put on the charm," Rose said tightly, "but he could turn it off in a heartbeat. Brett, you're house-sitting just up the road. Could Robert have come out here this morning to talk to you, too?"
"I suppose so." Brett fingered a button on his camera. "I got the feeling he was hiding in the woods and jumped out on impulse when he saw me. I wish I could be more help. Robert didn't say so in as many words, but he obviously thinks Derek went to the Whittaker place to kill himself."
Rose's stomach twisted, but she said nothing.
"So that you would find him," Brett added.
"Did he say why he thought Derek might be suicidal?"
Brett shook his head. "He really wasn't making much sense."
"If Robert knows anything," she said evenly, "he should tell the police."
"Yeah, I know."
She followed his gaze down the road as Nick walked out from
"Quaint?" He sputtered into incredulous laughter. "No, not quaint. I'd put A.J. up against any Los Angeles businessman I've ever dealt with. Three Sisters Cafe would clean up on Wilshire Boulevard." He placed a foot on the icy, rough edge of the stone fireplace. "And you, Rose. I know you've been offered jobs in Southern California."
"Only two jobs, both in emergency management."
"But you don't want to leave Vermont," he said quietly.
She shivered from a sudden light breeze, but her mind was on the other side of the continent, on a hot, dry, windy day in June. Without looking at Nick, she said, "We did what we could to save Jasper. We all did. If his death is related to Lowell Whittaker's network of killers and Derek somehow found out and that's why he freaked out when you showed up--"
"We don't know that Feehan was telling the truth."
Rose pulled her hat out of her pocket and put it back on, yanking it down over her ears. "I don't know. I wish I did."
Nick frowned at her. "Your knee hurts, doesn't it?"
She hadn't noticed but realized her right knee did, in fact, ache. "Some. I must have twisted it when Robert shoved me."
"You should ice it."
"Thanks, Dr. Martini, I will."
"I have EMT training."
But he didn't press the issue as Lauren emerged from the sugar shack. "A.J.'s meeting us with the car out on the road," she said. "He's got the lodge on alert for Robert Feehan. No sign of him as yet."
She tucked her snowshoes under one arm and got the kids back on the toboggan, which Nick pulled as they hiked back to the dead-end lane. Rose spotted Brett Griffin out on Ridge Road with her brother and went ahead of Nick, Lauren and the kids. A.J. gave her a quick glance as he ran down the lane to his family.
Brett was decked out in winter gear, his camera hanging from a cord on his neck. "I just told A.J. that Robert Feehan flagged me down a few minutes ago."
"Where?" Rose asked.
"Up the road, not far from the place I'm staying. He jumped out of the woods. Scared the hell out of me. He asked about you. He said he wanted to talk to you. I know he's upset about Derek, but he really wasn't himself. I told him he might want to calm down before he saw you."
Rose grimaced. "Too late."
"Ah. He found you already. I wondered. I gather it didn't go well."
"As you saw yourself, he's on edge. Do you have any idea where he might be now?"
"No, sorry. He ran up the road. I didn't follow him. I think he might have had a car up there. I heard an engine start."
"He didn't drive back by you?"
Brett shook his head. "He must have gone in the other direction. I don't have a cell phone--I borrowed A.J.'s and called 911. I know the police want to talk to him about Derek's death."
"Robert could be anywhere."
"I wish I could have delayed him but I had no idea what was going on." Brett tilted his head back and sighed. "You don't look so good, Rose. Did Robert hurt you?"
"No, but he was out of control."
"Yeah. It's crazy. I think he wishes now he hadn't gotten mixed with up Derek, too, but Derek had his good qualities. He thought he could do anything."
"He could put on the charm," Rose said tightly, "but he could turn it off in a heartbeat. Brett, you're house-sitting just up the road. Could Robert have come out here this morning to talk to you, too?"
"I suppose so." Brett fingered a button on his camera. "I got the feeling he was hiding in the woods and jumped out on impulse when he saw me. I wish I could be more help. Robert didn't say so in as many words, but he obviously thinks Derek went to the Whittaker place to kill himself."
Rose's stomach twisted, but she said nothing.
"So that you would find him," Brett added.
"Did he say why he thought Derek might be suicidal?"
Brett shook his head. "He really wasn't making much sense."
"If Robert knows anything," she said evenly, "he should tell the police."
"Yeah, I know."
She followed his gaze down the road as Nick walked out from
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