because of something in that file?'
'No.'
She ignored that in a headlong leap to her conclusions. 'Maybe someone pushed him off that cliff and then searched his files to remove the evidence that could have linked the killer to his victim.'
'Why would this so-called killer bother to search the boxes? The police considered Landreth's death an accident right from the start.'
'Yes, but the killer may have wanted to play it safe. Maybe he took the file just to be certain that no one ever found it. It all makes sense.'
Lucas groaned. 'No, it doesn't. Amaryllis, think about it. You only have Irene Dunley's word that the file is missing. It could simply have been misplaced. From what you've told me, she was very upset by Landreth's death. She may not have been thinking clearly when she packed up his things.'
There was a short pause while Amaryllis digested that. 'She did say she was crying so hard that day that she didn't even notice Gifford's name on Landreth's desk calendar. I suppose she might not have a clear memory of where she put the hot file. But, Lucas--'
'Let's talk about it later.' Lucas glanced at his watch. 'I've got a few things to finish here. It's Friday and I feel like leaving the office early. I can pick you up around six. How does that sound?'
'Impossible, I'm afraid. My aunt and uncle are in town. Don't you remember? I told you that I'd be cooking dinner for them at my place tonight.'
'I see.' Lucas reminded himself that he had no reason to expect an invitation to a family dinner. He didn't even want one. After all, he wasn't a real matrimonial candidate, just Amaryllis's lover. Here in the city no one took much notice of an affair, but things were different in the country. A small-town farmer and his wife were hardly likely to approve of Lucas's relationship with their precious niece. Amaryllis would be well aware of that. She wouldn't want Lucas there, either. She was very keen on not embarrassing her family.
'Would you like to join us?' Amaryllis asked.
'What time?'
'Six?'
'I'll be there.'
No doubt the evening was going to be a big mistake, Lucas thought as he hung up the phone. But he didn't really have much to lose. After all, the entire relationship was a mistake.
Chapter 12
'So, Lucas, I understand you're in the jelly-ice business,' Oscar Lark said as he polished off his straw-peach pie.
'Yes, sir.' Lucas eyed the last slice of straw-peach pie, which was sitting on a plate in the center of the table. He wondered if it would be rude to ask for it.
He glanced around surreptitiously. Everyone else seemed to be finished with dessert. No one appeared to be about to make a move on the one remaining slice of pie. It was practically staring Lucas in the face. It had been years since he'd had home-cooked straw-peach pie, and he could not recall ever having had any that tasted as good as this one had.
Amaryllis's aunt, the small-town doctor, smiled at him from across the table. Hannah Lark was an attractive, petite, irrepressibly cheerful woman with bird-bright blue eyes and a short bob of graying red-blond hair. There was an air of great competence about her in spite of her size. There was also an aura of power. Without even bothering to employ his own talent, Lucas could sense the invisible hum of Hannah's strong diagnostic talent. It simmered away inside her, a palpable force even without the aid of a prism's focus. There was also something about her that made him fret about his manners.
Oscar Lark sat at the opposite end of the small table. He was as big as Lucas, a rock-hard ag-talent whose years in the fields showed in the toughened planes of his face and in his large, calloused hands. It had taken Lucas only a moment to figure out why he looked vaguely familiar. Oscar could have stepped right out of a portrait of First Generation founders.
'How long have you been in jelly-ice?' Oscar probed.
'All of my life, Mr. Lark.' Maybe he could get the slice of straw-peach pie later, Lucas thought. After everyone had left. Unless someone else ate it first.
'I told you that Lucas was with Lodestar Exploration, dear,' Hannah said. 'You've heard of Lodestar.'
'Lodestar, eh?' Oscar gave Lucas a shrewd glance. 'Big company. What do you do with the firm?'
'I own it, sir.'
'Is that a fact?' Oscar looked skeptical. 'Rather young to own a company that size. Are you sure it isn't your father who owns the firm?'
Lucas took his eyes off the pie to meet Oscar's gaze. 'My parents were both killed when I was three. I built Lodestar from the ground up. The company is mine.'
Oscar blinked owlishly. 'I see.' He cleared his throat. 'What about the rest of your family? Are they all employed at Lodestar?'
A tense silence gripped the table.
'There are no other members of my family,' Lucas said bluntly. 'Or, at least no one close enough to count.'
'No family?'
'No, sir.' Lucas made up his mind. The lack of a proper family was no doubt the last nail in his coffin. He had nothing else to lose. He reached out and seized the pie pan. 'But I intend to change that soon.' He shoveled the last slice of straw-peach pie onto his plate.
'Lucas is registered at a marriage agency. Uncle Oscar.' Amaryllis rose abruptly and started to clear the table. 'He expects to go in for the final interview soon.'
Oscar narrowed his eyes. 'Same as you, eh, Amaryllis?'
'That's right.' Amaryllis carried a stack of plates into the kitchen.
'Registration with a good agency is the only way to go,' Oscar said. 'A decision as important as marriage should never be made without proper guidance. Runaway marriages always end in disaster.'
Lucas fell to the pie. He told himself it might be a long time, if ever, before he got a chance at another slice of homemade straw-peach pie.
'Anyone for coff-tea?' Amaryllis asked from behind the counter.
Hannah got to her feet. 'I'll fix it, dear.' She gave Oscar a meaningful look. 'Why don't you two men go into the living room? Amaryllis and I will take care of these dishes.'
'Whatever you say, dear.' Oscar gave Lucas a stony stare. 'You finished, Lucas?'
Lucas wolfed down the last bite and met Oscar's grim gaze. 'Probably, but what the hell.'
There was no avoiding the inevitable, so he got to his feet and followed Oscar into Amaryllis's tiny living room. His instincts warned him that the grilling was not yet over. He had a feeling the worst was yet to come.
Things hadn't been too bad until now. Hannah's graciousness had offset Oscar's ill-concealed scrutiny of his niece's new 'friend.' Lucas thought he had handled himself quite well in the circumstances. Everyone had been polite. The conversation had not flagged during the mouthwatering meal. He had even indulged himself in a harmless little fantasy in which he and Amaryllis were married and entertaining relatives for the evening.
But the illusion Lucas had woven for himself was about to be smashed to pieces. He could not blame Oscar Lark. If he were in the older man's boots, he would do the same thing. It was Oscar's duty to protect Amaryllis.
Oscar lowered himself into a fragile-looking chair near the miniature jelly-ice fire that blazed on the hearth. 'Well, now. So, you're both registered with an agency.'
'Yes, sir.' Lucas sat down in the small chair on the other side of the fire.
'My niece tells me you're a strong talent.'
'Yes, sir.'
'She's a full-spectrum prism.'
