Burdened by family secrets, this cowboy rides alone
For twenty-five years, the case of the McGraw twins kidnapping has remained unsolved. As the eldest son, Cull oversees the McGraw horse ranch, wary of prying eyes. So when true-crime writer Nikki St. James comes forward with new information, Cull canât believe his father invites her onto the compound. His family has suffered enoughâheâs not about to let St. James snoop and ruin them completely. But Nikki finds the eldest McGrawâs protectiveness as endearing as it is aggravating. After all, this case is personal to her, too⦠And her secrets can set the truth freeâif they donât destroy the McGraws first.
Whitehorse, Montana: The McGraw Kidnapping
âWhat kind of man are you?â
He shifted those blue eyes to her, welding her to the spot. âThe kind who knows a lost cause when he sees one.â
âWeâve already had this argument. Iâm not leaving, and Iâm guessing your father isnât giving up. He still wants me to do the book.â She narrowed her eyes at him. âAnd unless Iâm wrong, which I donât believe I am, he asked you to help me.â
He chuckled as he shook his head again. âAll youâre doing is making things worse for everyone, including yourself.â
âDonât you want to know the kind of woman I am?â When he said nothing, she continued, âIâm like your father. When I start something I finish it.â
Cull seemed to consider that before he turned toward her, his lips quirking into a grin as his eyes blazed with challenge. âIs that right?â
Chapter One
Their footfalls echoed among the terrified screams and woeful sobbing as they moved down the long hallway. The nurseâs aide, a young woman named Tess, stopped at a room in the criminally insane section of the hospital and, with trembling fingers, pulled out a key to unlock the door.
âI really shouldnât be doing this,â Tess said, looking around nervously. As the door swung open, she quickly moved back. Nikki St. James felt a gust of air escape the room like an exhaled breath. The light within the interior was dim, but she could hear the sound of a chair creaking rhythmically.
âIâm going to have to lock the door behind you,â Tess whispered.
âNot yet.â It took a moment for Nikkiâs eyes to adjust to the dim light within the room. She fought back the chill that skittered over her skin like spider legs as her gaze finally lit on the occupant.
âThis is the wrong one,â Nikki said, and tried to step back into the hallway.
âThatâs her,â the nurseâs aide said, keeping her voice down. âThatâs Marianne McGraw.â
Nikki stared at the white-haired, slack-faced woman rocking back and forth, back and forth, her gaze blank as if blind. âThat woman is too old. Her hairââ
âHer hair turned white overnight after...well, after what happened. Sheâs been like this ever since.â Tess shuddered and hugged herself as if she felt the same chill Nikki did.
âShe hasnât spoken in all that time?â
âNot a word. Her husband comes every day to visit her. She never responds.â
Nikki was surprised that Travers McGraw would come to visit his former wife at all, given what she was suspected of doing. Maybe, like Nikki, he came hoping for answers. âWhat about her children?â
âThey visit occasionally, the oldest son more than the others, but she doesnât react as if she knows any of them. Thatâs all she does, rock like that for hours on end.â
Cull McGraw, the oldest son, Nikki thought. Heâd been seven, a few years older than her, at the time of the kidnapping. His brothers Boone and Ledger were probably too young to remember the kidnapping, maybe even too young to really remember their mother.
âIf youâre going in, youâd best hurry,â Tess said, still looking around nervously.
Nikki took a step into the room, hating the thought of the nurseâs aide locking the door behind her. As her eyes adjusted more to the lack of light, she saw that the woman had something clutched against her chest. A chill snaked up her spine as she made out two small glassy-eyed faces looking out at her from under matted heads of blond hair.