Behind the Shadows (38 page)

“He left
you
money.”

She looked at him with amazement and horror. “That's why you thought …” She stopped, then started again. “He left Max money as well. He rewarded loyalty and service.”

But he wasn't listening. Leigh realized he'd convinced himself so thoroughly that he'd been wronged that no one would convince him otherwise.

Mrs. Baker saw it, too, and she, too, was trying to play for time.

Through the corner of her eye, Leigh saw Kira lower one of her hands.

Rick's full attention was on the woman whose usual straight back was bent in grief. Her cool facade was melting like an ice sculpture in hell.

She'd known Mrs. Baker all her life. That she would have a child … that she would be any part of the attempts on Kira's life … It was devastating. She stared at the person she thought she knew so well. “You knew he was involved in the attempts on Kira's life. You couldn't—”

“Hell, it was her idea,” Rick said.

Mrs. Baker turned to Leigh. “It was for you. I just wanted him to scare her away … you had already gone through so much.” Tears were coming faster now. Silent. “I never thought …”

An acute sense of sadness filled her. Mrs. Baker had been the constant in her life. Even more important than Max because she'd been there when Max hadn't been. She'd nursed her through her recuperation from the accident and through kid illnesses. She's always maintained a certain aloofness, but Leigh had known—thought—she cared.

“For you,” Rick mocked as he turned toward Leigh. “For the princess. Not for her son. A son she didn't even acknowledge after the master was dead.” He looked at Mrs. Baker with real hatred. “But I saw opportunity,” Rick said. “The would-be heiress dead, the princess charged with murder. And I step in. But that reporter wouldn't die. I had to change plans. Luckily I heard that the damned attorney has a past, and the police are looking that way.” He swung the rifle toward Leigh.

“All the police will find is a burned barn with two bodies inside and the body of the family attorney and a gasoline can outside. Too bad he got caught in his own fire. He has motive.”

“No one's going to believe that,” Kira said. Leigh stayed quiet. She wanted Rick to forget about her as she edged toward the rake.

“You're just going to ask him nicely to cooperate?” Kira said.

He shrugged. “I had Special Forces training. I can handle him.”

“Special Forces,” Kira mocked again. “Bet you washed out.”

The sudden tightening of his face told her she was right. “Smart mouth. Maybe you should be first.”

He swung the rifle toward Kira.

“No,” Mrs. Baker said. “I won't let you shoot Leigh. Either one of them.”

“You think I care what you think, old woman? You gave me away.”

“Susie was a good mother.”

“She was trash. You had this, and I lived in a goddamn trailer. I joined the army to get away from her. I could have been a Westerfield …”

“I told you Mr. Westerfield was not your father. Several times.”

“You lied.” Rick swung the rifle toward Leigh. “Hey, princess, you get it first. How high and mighty are you now?”

Bone-deep fear settled in the pit of her stomach.

“You weren't at the MARTA station,” Kira said desperately. “Nor at the hospital when someone tried to kill Mom.”

“An army buddy of mine,” he said. “But I was the sniper. Almost got you then …”

“The police would know I couldn't be the sniper,” Leigh said desperately, trying to get his attention again. “Nor could I have pushed Kira at the MARTA station.”

“You had someone to help. You and your attorney.”

“But he would be a witness …” She stopped suddenly.

“My buddy is already dead, unfortunately. He botched the job.”

The questions had diverted him. He had power now and he was enjoying it. Rick had been too caught up in his anger to order them to move together. And Leigh knew he didn't think she was a threat. She had to become one.

Kira caught her eye and said, “Why did you wait two years?”

He turned and looked at her. “Opportunity. I was waiting for the right time. You gave it to me. Two bitches fighting over an inheritance. If one of you killed the other, then I could step forward.”

“And now?” Kira asked, keeping him talking.

Leigh grasped the handle of the muckrake and got to her knees, using it to stand. Rick was still intent on Kira.

“Hell, Payton killed before. My
mother
told me about it. His fingerprints will be on this rifle, the same one that was used at city hall. His body will be next to a gas can. Too bad he misjudged the speed and strength of the fire.”

He'd apparently forgotten about Leigh and concentrated solely on Kira.

She had to give Kira a chance to get to the pepper spray. She tightened her grip around the handle of the muckrake, then threw it as far as she could behind him. The clatter caused him to turn all the way around. Away from Kira. He cursed, swung the rifle toward Leigh, his fingers tightening against the trigger.

A movement. Then a body landed on hers.

The room exploded with the sound of a gunshot. The horses went crazy, striking at the boards and whinnying in panic. Acrid smoke filled her nostrils. No pain other than the weight bearing down on her. She opened her eyes.

Rick was on his knees. Coughing. Cursing. Disbelief and shock replaced the sneer.

Leigh felt a dampness and she tried to gently push Mrs. Baker off. Blood gushed from a wound in the housekeeper's chest. She'd thrown herself in front of Leigh.

Kira tightened her hold on the small spray can. Rick had dropped the rifle as he tried to cover his eyes. She sprayed again, directly into his face.

She dived for the rifle, grabbing it with her hands, praying it wouldn't go off. Then she stood, holding it gingerly but determined to fire it if necessary.

Leigh cried out, and Kira glanced at her. Leigh cradled Mrs. Baker's head with one arm and held a blanket to her chest with the other.

Kira looked back at Rick. He was getting to his feet. He coughed again, then lurched forward, a hand reaching for the pistol in his waistband.

Kira stepped back, using both hands to hold the rifle steady. Her finger started to squeeze … hesitated …

The barn door opened and fresh air rushed in. Then Max was at her side, a tire iron in his hands. He stopped next to her, dropped the tire iron. He grabbed the rifle from her hands. “Don't move, Rick.”

“Hell I will.” Rick brought up his pistol.

Max fired.

Rick went down, his body twisting around with the impact. The pistol went skittering across the floor. Max handed the rifle to her and stooped next to Rick; blood was pouring out of him. Max tried to stanch it, then stopped as the flow slowed. He felt the pulse in the neck, then shook his head. “Dammit.” He stood slowly. “He's dead.”

“No!” Mrs. Baker moaned even as the breathing grew harsher.

Max went over to her. “I'm sorry,” he said.

Kira followed him. Leigh was still holding the blanket against the wound in her chest. “Keep holding it there,” Max said. “The police are on their way, should be here any minute.” He took out his cell phone and dialed 911. “We have a critically wounded person, and one dead one,” he said. He gave the address, then took off his shirt and substituted that for the blood-soaked blanket.

Mrs. Baker moaned again and tears ran down her face.

The wail of sirens reached them. It grew louder with every second. Kira ran over to Leigh and kneeled beside her.

“Sorry … I'm so … sorry,” Mrs. Baker said in a weak, raspy voice as cars screeched to a stop outside. Her face was contorted with pain.

Two officers, guns drawn, ran inside followed by Chris. They stopped.

“What in the hell?” Chris asked. His eyes panicked as he looked around and saw Leigh, blood staining her clothing.

“Leigh's okay,” Kira said, “but Mrs. Baker needs an ambulance. Fast. Max just called, but maybe another call would speed things.”

Chris's face didn't change as he went to Leigh, looked at the cut on her neck, then looked to Mrs. Baker.

“What happened here?” one of the officers said.

“I'm not sure,” Max said. “I was running toward the barn when I heard a shot. When I came in, I saw … the man on the floor. He was waving a pistol, threatening to shoot. Ms. Douglas was holding the rifle. I took it from her, told him to put his gun down.”

“And he was doing what? While you were switching guns?” the officer asked.

“He had a hard time seeing. Ms. Douglas sprayed him with tear gas after he shot this woman here.”

The officer looked to the others for confirmation.

“He would have killed us all,” Kira said. “He said as much. He'd aimed at Leigh Howard. Mrs. Baker got in the way.”

More officers poured through the door. An ambulance arrived, and paramedics worked on Mrs. Baker first, then the cut on Leigh's neck.

Max led Kira outside. One officer stopped them.

“We'll be right outside,” Max said.

“No one leaves the premises.”

Max nodded.

Once outside, he took her in his arms. She started trembling and couldn't stop, even when he tightened his hold. “Rick is—was—Mrs. Baker's son, not her nephew.” Max's eyebrows went up.

“He planned to kill us and blame it on you,” she explained. Her hands trembled. Her entire body trembled. “He was going to kill you, too, and burn the barn.”

His arms went around her. “Shhhh … you're safe. I never should have let you out of my sight.”

She hesitated, then said, “Mrs. Baker was involved to some extent. She just wanted to scare me off. Unfortunately, Rick had other ideas. He believed he was Ed Westerfield's son. He thought if he could kill me and blame it on Leigh, then he could step in and claim everything. Then he heard there was something about your background and decided to include you in the mix.”

“And Mrs. Baker?”

“She threw herself in front of Leigh when he fired,” she said softly. “She … did it to save her.”

He was silent, but she saw a muscle move in his cheek. She knew from what he'd said about Mrs. Baker that he'd liked her. That she had been part of his life.

“I don't think she wanted anyone harmed,” she hurried on. “Just scared. She was trying to protect Leigh. Go and speak to her,” she said, knowing that was what he wanted to do.

“I don't want to leave you.”

“She needs you more. You're all she has now.”

“I killed her son,” he said, and she heard the numbness in his voice. “And Ed's?”

“She said not.”

She followed Max back inside to where the paramedics were loading Mrs. Baker onto a stretcher. He stooped down. “Alma,” he said, taking her hand.

The paramedics had inserted a tube and her breathing was harsh, but she reached a hand out and touched his. Her eyes pleaded with him.

“I know,” he said softly.

Kira saw a tenderness deepen his eyes. She'd experienced his gentleness, but this was still another facet of Max Payton. As if he knew exactly the heartache Mrs. Baker felt. “Don't say anything,” she heard him whisper. “I'm your attorney.”

More police arrived. Leigh and Kira were questioned while Mrs. Baker was loaded into an ambulance.

“I want to go with her,” Leigh said. “She saved my life.”

The paramedic looked at the officer who seemed to be in charge. Chris spoke to both for a moment, and the officer nodded.

He went over to them. “I'm going in the ambulance as well. Leigh needs some attention for the cut. A detective will meet us there.”

Kira was a reporter. She should be jotting down words in her mind, later to be delivered on paper. But she couldn't. She was stunned by the emotional overload, by the tragedy of a mother, Leigh's courage, the fear that had not entirely faded.

Her mind was beyond muddled.

Max returned to her side as the ambulance pulled away. Put his arms back around her and held her tight. “For a moment—several moments—I thought I was going to lose you.”

“I have six of my nine lives left.”

“More like five. Not nearly enough with your penchant for trouble.”

“I'll try to do better.”

A muscle flexed in his cheek. “I love you,” he said, then looked startled that he had said such a thing.

“Good,” she said simply.

He caressed her cheek. Then touched his lips to hers. “My warrior,” he said. “Here I came charging to the rescue and you were well on the way to rescuing yourself.”

“Not really. I hesitated. I couldn't …” She took a deep breath. “I think you made it just in time. And Leigh was the real heroine. She threw a rake behind him and distracted him.”

“I'll never mock pepper spray again,” he said.

His arms tightened around her. They felt so good. So right. She was where she belonged. She knew that now. And she knew everything was going to be all right. More than all right.

Chris wouldn't let go of Leigh's hand, and that was fine with her. She never wanted to let go again.

Her gaze kept going to Mrs. Baker, who was on the next stretcher. She reached over to her housekeeper. The woman to whom she was now deeply indebted. No matter how this all started, Mrs. Baker had risked her life for Leigh.

Mrs. Baker looked at her through tearstained eyes.

Leigh said softly, “I'll be waiting for my Mrs. Baker.”

“I wouldn't … let him hurt you,” Mrs. Baker said.

“I know,” Leigh said.

Chris's fingers tightened around hers in a strong grip.

“I'm so damned proud of you,” he said, brushing back a strand of hair that had escaped her clasp.

No one had ever said that to her before. But it was a lie.

“I've never … been so scared …” She stopped. She
had
been as scared. Decades ago.