Murmurs rose around the room. Kenny set his cup on a nearby table. Tracy sat up straight, her eyes widening, her face turning pale. Seated beside Alice on the sofa, Willard Moran placed his arm around her shoulders.
Overwhelmed by the whirlwind of emotions Christina's revelation had stirred up, Elizabeth gripped the arm of her Queen Anne chair and very slowly set her cup on the marble-topped mahogany coffee table. She tried desperately to sort through the myriad feelings coming from the people in the room, but the strength of their emotions collided, creating chaos in Elizabeth's mind.
Standing beside Elizabeth's chair, Christina glanced down, then leaned over and whispered, 'Are you all right?'
'I can't separate their emotions. Their energies are mingled together.' Elizabeth breathed deeply, willing herself under control. The bombardment began to ebb as she shielded herself.
'What sort of vision did you have about Daddy's death?' Kenny, short and squarely built like his mother, stood behind the sofa, stroking the fine brocade cloth with the tips of his perfectly manicured fingernails.
'I won't have this sacrilege in my house.' Alice Stanton, her sagging, hound-dog cheeks flushing profusely, straightened her spine and shrugged off Willard Moran's comforting arm. 'This psychic business is evil and I'll have none of it.'
'Calm down, Alice.' Tracy laughed, obviously amused at her mother-in-law's discomfort. 'You're overreacting a bit, don't you think? After all, we know what happened to B.K. What could this woman-' Tracy glanced over at Elizabeth, a smug smile on her face '-possibly tell us that we don't already know?'
'Tracy's right, my dear.' Grasping Alice's hand, Willard patted her tenderly. 'We all know that Reece Landry killed poor B.K.'
'I don't want that man's name mentioned.' Jerking her hand out of Willard's, Alice entwined her fingers in a prayerlike gesture. 'He's caused this family more than enough grief. And now he's running around free, possibly still in Newell.'
'Don't fret so, Mother. The authorities will apprehend him, and he'll spend the rest of his life rotting in Arrendale.' Kenny clutched the back of the sofa, his fingers biting into the cushion.
'Reece Landry didn't kill B. K. Stanton.' Elizabeth saw, heard and felt an immediate reaction. Disbelief and fear dominated the room. Elizabeth tried to zero in on the fear. She felt it strongly, emanating from the area around the sofa where Alice Stanton sat beside Willard Moran, and Kenny stood behind them.
'Of course he did,' Willard said. 'Alice and I walked in on him only moments after he'd shot B.K. We discovered him kneeling over B.K.'s body. His hands were covered with blood.'
Very slowly, as if she were in a trance, Elizabeth stood, her eyes slightly glazed as she stared across the room at the fireplace. 'B. K. Stanton was shot twice while he was standing behind his desk in his study. I can't see the murderer, but I can see Reece Landry rushing into the room, after the shots were fired. I can see him being struck over the head and falling to his knees.'
'Those are the lies he told in court!' Kenny shouted. 'The man's a conniving, money-hungry bastard! He hated Daddy. He hates this whole family.'
Elizabeth felt Kenny's hatred-intense, all-consuming, bitter, resentful. She also felt his fear. A little boy's fear that his father didn't love him, didn't approve of him, that another brother might prove to be the father's favorite.
'Not all of us hate Reece,' Christina said. 'And not all of us believe he killed Daddy.'
'Is that what this is all about, Chris?' Tracy asked. 'You're so determined to prove Reece innocent that you've hired some phony psychic to say that she's had a vision about who really killed B.K.? Don't you think it's odd that she can't see who the murderer is?'
'Each time I have the vision, I see more and more,' Elizabeth lied, and prayed her deceit didn't show on her face.
'What do you mean, you see more and more?' Willard Moran stood, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as he glared at Elizabeth.
'I believe it is only a matter of time before the real killer's identity is revealed to me.' Elizabeth sensed more fear, greater fear-a mother's fear. She glanced down at Alice Stanton. The woman was afraid Kenny had killed his father!
'That's nonsense, and no court of law would take anything you have to say under consideration.' Bespectacled, ruddy-faced Willard Moran smoothed his thick white mustache with his thumb and index finger. 'Reece Landry was tried and convicted and that's all there is to it. The man will be apprehended and punished.'
Elizabeth focused on the Stanton family's lawyer. Finding him in complete control of his very logical mind, she prodded harder. Sensing only a determination to protect Alice Stanton, Elizabeth probed his emotions. Moran's emotions were so totally centered on his devotion to Alice that all other feelings were subdued and thus shielded from Elizabeth's search.
'You shouldn't be doing this.' Alice frowned, shaking her head sadly as she stared at her daughter. 'Reece Landry...killed B.K. and we all know it. You betrayed this family by hiring Gary Elkins to defend that man, and now you're so desperate to free your father's murderer that you've hired some woman to pretend she's had a vision that can prove Reece innocent.'
'I haven't hired Elizabeth,' Christina said. 'She does possess psychic abilities and she does know that Reece is innocent.'
'I will not listen to another word,' Alice said, tears forming in her eyes. 'I do not wish to be rude, young woman, but I want you to leave.' She glanced at Elizabeth briefly, then focused on her clasped hands resting in her lap. 'Immediately!'
'I'm sorry that my presence has upset you, Mrs. Stanton.' Elizabeth nodded to Christina. 'I'll say goodbye now.'
Chris escorted Elizabeth out into the foyer, halting at the front door. 'I'm sorry. I guess I was hoping-'
'Don't apologize.' Elizabeth squeezed Chris's hand. 'I didn't sense anyone's guilt, but I was able to shift through all the emotions whirling around tonight and conclude several things.'
'Like what?' Chris asked. 'Anything that can help Reece?'
'I'm not sure, but perhaps.' Elizabeth wondered just how honest she should be with Chris. 'Your mother is afraid Kenny killed your father.'
'Oh, God! I have to admit that I've had the same doubts myself, but I still believe Harry Gunn killed Daddy. That man is an animal.'
'What about Mr. Moran?'
'Uncle Willard?'
'He loves your mother. He's quite devoted to her.' Elizabeth opened the front door. 'He'd do anything for her. Anything.'
'But why would Uncle Willard lull Daddy? He had no motive.'
'Well, someone killed your father, and we know it wasn't Reece. That leaves your brother, sister-in-law, mother and Willard Moran.'
'And Harry Gunn.'
'Yes, Harry Gunn.'
Elizabeth glanced down at the mauve silk dress she'd borrowed. 'I'll have Sam return the dress to Gary Elkins's office tomorrow.'
'Don't worry about the dress.' Chris followed Elizabeth outside onto the front portico. 'When you see Reece... tell him... well, tell him that...'
'He doesn't accept love easily, does he?' Elizabeth smiled at Reece's sister. 'I think he knows you love him. It's just that he's known so little love in his life that he doesn't trust the emotion. Not in himself, and most definitely not in anyone else.'
'You know Reece so well to have met him only a week ago.'
'Your coat,' Chris called out. 'Did you leave it upstairs?'
'I put it in the car with my jeans and sweater before dinner.' Elizabeth waved goodbye, then hurried quickly
