Whisper In The Wind (Chapter 9, page 1 of 7)


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Chapter 9

Weeks passed without sight or sound of Scott MacKay and an uneasy feeling hovered over the Double C. It was like the dark clouds rolling in, but never dropping rain. At any minute the downpour could happen, or the clouds could continue moving on revealing a shiny bright sky. Only no one knew the outcome. Even the phone calls had stopped.

None of it kept Caitlin from dwelling on the events over the past weeks. Unsettled business surrounded her but she found nothing in the files or the appointment book. If only Scott had mentioned something. Every time it seemed he was ready to talk, the look on his face changed and the words were suppressed deep inside him. It would take the work of a magician to find them and release them. "Only I'm no magician."

Caitlin looked through the appointment book again as well as the files. Every piece of paper her grandfather had ever saved now lay in a large pile in the middle of the floor. There was nothing connecting this situation to the past. Her granddaddy had been a sound business man. No shady dealings; nothing left unattended.

"Garrett mentioned about someone trying to buy the land." Caitlin snapped her fingers, grabbed her car keys, and drove to town. If anyone knew about it, Rachel Carrington would have the story.

Caitlin stopped in the middle of Main Street when she saw Mrs. Carrington cruising towards the post office. "I was on my way to your house," Caitlin shouted out the window.

"Come walk with me," the older woman said. Caitlin pulled into an empty spot and jumped out of the car. "What brings you visiting?" Rachel asked.

"I miss you, but I also have a question. Do you know anything about the land deal that almost went down years ago with my granddaddy?"

You would have thought the world had just ended. Rachel grabbed her chest and stopped dead in her tracks. "Mrs. Carrington, are you all right? Do I need to get you to the doctor's?" Caitlin had her arm around the woman's shoulders trying to steady her.

"No, I'm fine. You startled me by the question." Her handkerchief was waving in the air. "It didn't happen around here, and you know Marshall, his business was his business." Her words were short and gruff. "Why all of this interest in the past?"

"Curious. Mrs. C, I have no family left and strange things are happening around here. Is it wrong to want to understand?"

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