Lucky Break

Jason grinned. “Not really. Remember the signing at the local library a few months ago?” Jason hadn’t been in town but he’d heard all about it.

“Extenuating circumstances,” his uncle muttered.

“Ever since, Derek hasn’t trusted him to behave,” Jason explained to Lauren.

“My own son. Isn’t that an insult?” his uncle asked. “Besides, I had my reason. She was disputin’ the Corwin Curse when everyone in this town knows how we Corwins suffered because of those dang Perkins!”

Jason stiffened and hit the window button as Hank began his familiar rant. “Goodbye, Uncle Hank,” he said, cutting off the older man’s words.

Jason glanced at Lauren.

“I’m fine,” she assured him before he could ask.

But her set jaw told another story.

“I should be used to it by now,” she said.

But it was clearly a blow. And he knew better than to start any conversation that would lead to an argument, so he let the subject go.

Heading home, he pulled into the driveway. “Want me to go in for you?”

She shook her head. “I think I know where I left the phone. I’ll be right back.”

She jumped out of the car.

Jason settled in to wait.

LAUREN RAN BACK into the house. She normally wasn’t scatterbrained. In fact, she was pretty organized by anyone’s standards, but her sister’s escape had distracted her.

She checked the kitchen first, thinking maybe she’d left her phone on the counter.

No luck.

However, she felt a cool breeze from the far side of the room and slowly walked to the back hall. Jason had long since fixed the broken locks and windows and nobody used this part of the house. An unsettling feeling overtook her. She flicked on the hall light, and sure enough, the glass panes above the outside door had been smashed. Someone had probably stuck their hand inside to open the door, which now swung in the wind.

A shiver that had nothing to do with the cold raced over her skin. She knew exactly who’d broken into the house.

“Beth.” Lauren shook her head in a combination of dismay and frustration. She hadn’t thought her sister would come back here. Once again, Lauren had underestimated her devious sibling.

Suddenly, and Lauren hoped irrationally, she was afraid. She needed to get out of here. She couldn’t walk over the broken glass without making noise or hurting herself. Her only option was to sneak out the front door as quietly as she’d come in. Then get Jason and figure out what to do.

Plan formulated, she took two steps back, hit a solid body and screamed.

A firm hand clamped over her mouth. “Be quiet.”

She considered biting him, but his grip was too tight. Her eyes teared at the painful pressure.

“I’m going to let go and you aren’t going to scream. Understand?”

She recognized Brody Pittman’s voice and nodded.

He slowly eased his grip.

She turned to face him, rubbing her sore cheeks at the same time. “Where’s my sister?”

“Bedroom.” He nudged her in the side, pushing her closer to the door. “Just in case you get any funny ideas about trying to run-” He poked a sharp object into her back.

He had a gun.

Bile rose in her throat, but she remained calm. Her sister was a few feet away and Beth wouldn’t hurt her.

How do you know that, a little voice in her head asked. How could she assume anything about her sister now?

They approached the bedroom and Brody gave Lauren a rough shove into the room. “Look who I found.”

Lauren stumbled in and came face-to-face with her now red-haired sister. “Beth!”

“Lauren, why couldn’t you have just stayed away?” Beth asked, sounding annoyed.

“I forgot my phone-” Lauren glanced around her room and realized Beth had been going through the drawers, tossing things onto the floor in search of-“What are you looking for?”

“The diary,” Beth said. “Just give me the diary you were talking about and go away. Forget you ever saw me here.”

Lauren blinked in surprise. “I can’t do that!”

“Of course you can. And you will.”

“First tell me what is in the diary that’s so important?” Lauren asked, needing to understand all the unanswered questions. “Why did it freak you out so much that I found it? And what are you looking for in the house?”

Brody groaned. “I’m tired of all this yapping. Her boyfriend’s waiting out in the car. Just give us the diary!” He waved the gun at her, his frustration and intent clear.

Shaking, Lauren glanced at her sister.

“Put that away, you imbecile!” Beth’s tone allowed for no argument.

Brody lowered the gun but he remained vigilant.

Beth met Lauren’s gaze. “Look, I know you’re upset…”

Lauren couldn’t control the shrill laugh that escaped her throat. “You don’t know anything about me or you wouldn’t have put me through the hell of visiting you month after month in that psych ward, thinking you were lost forever!” Lauren wiped the tears in her eyes with her jacket sleeve.

Beth shrugged almost apologetically. “If it’s any consolation, I was out of it until two months ago. But once I came to, I had to look out for myself, just like I’ve always looked out for you!”

Lauren’s head began to pound, and with every bizarre word her sister uttered, the pain grew worse. “You think you looked out for me?”

“Of course! Look at the mistakes you made. Going out with Jason Corwin when you were seventeen. If I hadn’t shown Grandmother your diary, who knows where you’d be today! Not on your way to Paris, that’s for sure.” Beth folded her arms across her chest, proud of herself.

Lauren couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You showed Grandma my diary? How could you?”

Beth waved away Lauren’s question. “You don’t have to thank me. I’d do the same today if I could, but I have more important things to do. You’re going to have to come to your senses and get rid of Jason Corwin on your own this time.”

“Beth, listen. I have your lawyer working hard on getting you transferred to a good private psychiatric hospital. I sold my car to add to his retainer. Turn yourself in and this will all be okay.” She reached for her sister, but Beth stepped away.

“The diary. Where is it?” Beth asked harshly.

Startled at the change in her sister, Lauren merely pointed to the nightstand.

“Liar! We already looked there.” Without warning, Brody slapped her across the face, sending Lauren sprawling backward.

She righted herself before she fell to the floor. Hand on her cheek, she glared at him, choking back tears. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Don’t you ever touch her again.” Beth glared at him, then turned back to Lauren, who didn’t have the time to sort through her sister’s oddly protective behavior.

“You were never like Grandmother or me,” Beth said. “We’re the ones who understand what it means to be a Perkins. We know we have to protect the legacy. Keep the curse going. I need the diary,” she said, her tone too calm. But her eyes were growing more vacant, reminding Lauren of the day she’d set the fire at The Wave.

Frightened she’d go off the deep end and leave Lauren alone with a gun-wielding Brody, Lauren started for the nightstand. All the while, she hoped enough time had passed that Jason would begin to wonder where she was and come inside to look.

“She’d better not be wasting our time,” Brody said, pacing on the other side of the room.

“I’m not. There’s a fake drawer in here.” Somehow Lauren maintained her composure. “What’s so important about the diary?” she asked her sister while she struggled to release the compartment with unsteady hands. Maybe if she kept asking questions, she’d kill more time.

“Diamonds. There are diamonds buried somewhere in this house and I think the diary holds the key to where