“
“Hmm, sounds like we have another mystery,” Hunter said.
Bjornolf took pictures and then emailed them to Hunter.
After a few minutes, Hunter said, “I’ll have a research botanist I know look these over and see if she can come to any conclusions.”
“Good,” Bjornolf said. “I’ll take pictures of the rest of these documents, then return the papers to the safe.”
“Do you mind if I grab a bag of a few more of my things? Some more of my clothes?” Jessica asked.
“No, go right ahead.” Bjornolf put away the papers as Nathan and Jessica went upstairs.
When he thought they were out of earshot, Bjornolf said to Hunter, “Something else that seems strange. Both Anna and I detected a very faint scent of gray wolves in the house. I checked out the whole house and found their scent in every room. It appears they were here years ago. A man and a woman.”
“Like maybe fifteen years ago or so? When Jessica was a toddler?” Hunter asked.
“Possibly.” Bjornolf glanced at the stairs. “Do you think maybe her parents actually owned this house? That this was her home all along?”
“Could be. My uncle lived here for many years, deeding the cottages along the coast to me and Meara this past year. He’s living in Florida now, but he might know something about them. I’ll call him.”
“Something else to consider,” Anna said. “What if it was combination of things? Something the Silverstones were looking into in the Amazon that the Wentworths wanted, and Dottie had seen the Silverstones’ toddler and wanted to replace the toddler she’d just lost?”
Bjornolf swore under his breath. Then he told Hunter about what Jessica had revealed to them about the family dynamics. “We’re finished here. We’re taking the kids to our cottage for a bit, then they’ll go back to the family they were staying with until the open house tomorrow night.” Bjornolf grimaced as he realized it was later than he’d thought. “Actually at this rate, it’ll be tonight. Talk to you later.”
He took Anna’s hand and walked up the stairs with her to the first floor.
Nathan and Jessica met them at the landing, two bags in hand. Nathan was smiling at them. He was glad when Bjornolf invited them to the cottage.
Jessica looked upset as she wrung her hands, then caught Anna’s eye and quickly shoved her hands in her jacket pockets.
Anna said to Jessica, “It’ll be all right. It’s not going to be the end of the world, no matter what the results show.”
Bjornolf realized it was probably getting to be time for Jessica to take the pregnancy test. They could feed the kids breakfast, see them on their way, and spend the rest of the day in bed while Hunter learned what he could about the situation.
“What do you think of all this?” Anna asked, climbing into the Land Rover with Bjornolf. Nathan was loading Jessica’s bags into his truck.
“Seems odd that Everton was getting a lot of cash for Christmas tree sales and stuffing it in a safe. The list of rainforest flora doesn’t make any sense unless it’s something that’s making them money.”
“Like illegal drugs,” she said.
“Yeah. And the deed? I’m wondering if Everton came by the property in the same way they came to
“He murdered her parents and raised their daughter,” Anna said, believing just what Bjornolf had been thinking.
How could they prove it, and how would Jessica take the news if they learned the truth?
Chapter 22
Hunter guessed it was about six in the morning when he settled on the couch in his living room to make some more phone calls. Tessa was finally sleeping soundly after another restless night, the babies kicking in her belly and giving her fits.
Hunter dialed his uncle’s number.
“Hunter. This must be important if you’re calling me at this ungodly hour. Babies come early?” Hunter thought his uncle sounded hopeful.
“No, not yet. Knowing you, you’re sitting on your porch watching the waves roll onto the beach while eating grapefruit with your highly sweetened coffee.”
Hunter could envision his uncle smiling at that. “All right, here’s a question for you. Did you know a couple of gray wolves who ran the Christmas tree farm near here? Everton’s Christmas Tree Farm? They would have been a family—a man, woman, and baby.”
“Hmm, yeah, now that you mention it. Long time ago, though. Twenty years maybe? Fifteen? They were off to the Amazon on trips all the time.”
“How do you know that?”
“They told me. They were an odd couple. They had some notion they could control a wolf’s need to shift. For those who were newly turned or who had a lot of human roots in their lineage. I bought a Christmas tree from them once. Mr. Silverstone was excited about some new finds, chemical properties of the rainforest plants he thought might help some of our kind. He told me because he recognized I was a wolf and might be also interested in a ‘cure.’ Blamed fool notion if you ask me. We are what we are. Instead of trying to change our nature, revel in it, I say.”
“So they must have been fairly new wolves. What happened to them?” Hunter asked.
“I really never thought of them after that.”
“Did any wolves work at the Christmas tree farm?” Hunter asked.
“No. All humans. The couple was kind of like me. They enjoyed not being part of pack life. So what’s this all about?”
“Looks like we’ve got a case of humans taking over the farm, due to foul play, and
Hunter’s uncle didn’t say anything for a moment. When he did, he said, “Hell.”
After ending the call, Hunter called Shelley Campbell, a wolf botanist he’d located when he was trying to learn something about plants for a mission he’d been on. “Hey, Shelley, Hunter Greymere here. I’m looking into a situation out here on the Oregon coast that I thought you might be able to shed some light on. I’ve got some plant names and their properties I want you to look over and see if you recognize any of them. You’re not too busy, are you?”
She gave a heavy sigh. “No. Let me turn on my computer if my Highland hero will let go of me.”
Duncan grunted. “No man should be calling you at this hour, lass, unless I know him personally. Even then, he’s walking on thin ice.”
“Whatever,” she said, and Hunter listened, smiling as she left the bed, the mattress squeaking slightly.
Her computer signaled it was waking up, and he heard the Highlander with the distinctive Scottish burr say to her in a hostile throaty voice, “Who… is… he?”
She laughed. “A mated wolf friend who has twins on the way. He’s a Navy SEAL who sometimes asks me to look into botanical questions relating to his missions.”
“Tell him to hurry it up, then.”
Hunter emailed her the images of the handwritten notes about the plants.
She gasped and said to Hunter, “Where did you get this information?”
“A couple of gray wolves living out near me were investigating plants in the rain forest, and—”
“Jenna and Oliver Silverstone? The initials in the margins look like theirs. She’d make notes and he would also, both documenting who had done what by initialing them. That way if one of them made a mistake, the other didn’t get blamed for it. I haven’t seen them in years. How are they?”
Hunter nearly stopped breathing. “You knew them?”
