Best-Kept Secrets. Dani Sinclair
Four
Prologue
The workman’s heavy-booted foot dislodged something, causing it to roll across the ground and bounce off the side wall. The flashlight followed its course, spotlighting the dirt-encrusted skull.
“Holy sh—”
“Is that what I think it is?”
“Oh, man, oh, man, oh—”
“Come on,” Will said, reaching for the ladder, not waiting to see if Buddy followed on his heels. The burly foreman stepped back as the two men scrambled over the lip of the hole and into the brilliant September sunshine.
“What the hell are you doing?” Zeke demanded.
Will pointed, angry that his hand was shaking. “We got us some bodies down there.”
“In the sinkhole?”
“That ain’t no sinkhole,” Will told him. “There’s some kinda room down there.”
“What?”
“Yeah.” Will hated that he was still shaking. “Buddy, you’d better go tell the boss.”
Zeke stared at them. “Never mind the boss, Buddy, go get the police.”
Buddy’s eyes were wide, his skin strangely pale beneath his dark bronze tan. He skirted the pile of debris from the torn-up corner of the parking lot, headed around the dump truck with its heavy load of gravel and started running across the tarmac in spite of it being ninety-eight degrees in the shade. The other two men watched him head for the restaurant before turning to peer back down into the hole.
“You sure about this?” Zeke asked again.
“I know a skull when I see one,” Will growled. “Even a tiny one like that.”
“Tiny?”
Will sized it in the air with his hands. “There’s another one. Bigger. You wanna go look?”
“Hell, no.” He tipped back his hard hat and scratched at his thinning hair. “It could be an animal,” he said hopefully.
Will didn’t dignify that with an answer.
“You just better be sure, is all,” Zeke said.
“I’m sure.”
The two men resumed staring into the deep hole.
“What’s going on here?”
They whirled, Zeke nearly falling into the opening at the sound of their current employer’s deep voice. Jake Collins, owner of the restaurant whose parking lot they’d been hired to fix, stood staring at them, his dark eyes watching intently. He was rumored to be a gambler with Mafia connections. No one seemed to know if it was true or not, and no one had the guts to ask him. But he sure looked the part.
Everyone in Fools Point was a little afraid of Jake Collins.
“Buddy says you found two bodies,” Jake said quietly.
The foreman nodded his balding head. “It’s true, Mr. Collins. Down there. Reason the parking lot collapsed is someone built it over an old root cellar or something. Bodies are at the bottom.”
“Whose bodies?”
Zeke looked at Will who swallowed before shaking his head. He hoped the only thing shaking was his head beneath that penetrating gaze.
“One of ’em’s a baby,” Will told him.
“A baby?” Jake’s voice deepened a full octave.
“Yes, sir. Real tiny, the bones are.”
“Bones?”
“Yeah. They’ve been down there an awful long time.”
Jake Collins didn’t say another word. He simply grabbed the ladder, swung his neatly pressed trouser leg over the edge of the hole, and disappeared from view.
“He’s gonna get them fancy duds all dirty down there,” the foreman muttered.
“Yeah,” Will agreed.
Minutes later Jake reappeared. His face, as always, was an impenetrable mask. “Don’t move anything. Don’t touch anything. Don’t let anyone except Chief Hepplewhite or Officer Garvey down there.” He started to walk away.
“Yes, sir. Uh, Mr. Collins, what are we going to do about the pit?”
Jake paused to pin them with a haughty stare. “Wait for the cops to finish their investigation. Then fill the thing in permanently with that load of gravel.” He continued across the parking lot, not even bothering to brush the dirt from his tan slacks.
“That guy gives me the creeps,” Buddy said suddenly.
“Yeah.” Zeke’s gaze drifted back to the hole in the ground. “Who do you suppose dumped a helpless little baby and its mother in a root cellar?”
Chapter One
A shiver stole up her spine. “Did you say Jake Collins?”
Her mother nodded, folding the last towel and placing it in the basket. “Rumor has it that he’s Mafia connected, you know.”
Amy Thomas shook her head even as her heart continued to pound. Jake Collins wasn’t Mafia. He was the father of her daughter. But her mother didn’t know that. No one knew that except her. What was he doing here, in Fools Point of all places? And running a bar and restaurant?
That wasn’t the gung-ho navy lieutenant she’d known. Maybe this was a different Jake Collins and not her Jake Collins—not that he’d ever been hers except in the physical sense, and then only as a summer fling. Amy’s gaze darted to where her daughter played on the floor with her mother’s pair of cats and a feather toy. Kelsey giggled at the animals and their antics.
Her daughter. Jake had simply been the physical fluke that had helped in the child’s biological creation.
“I don’t believe that for a second, either,” her mother went on, undisturbed by the cats, the child or her daughter’s silence. “He’s just a very private sort of man, but you know how this town is. No secrets here, they simply aren’t tolerated. If he won’t tell people about his past, they’ll make up their own details. Look how they discuss the wife of Chief Hepplewhite. Poor woman. She just sits in that wheelchair day after day never saying a word and no one knows how she came to such a fate. The rumor is—”
Amy stopped her mother from lifting the basket of clothing or speculating any further on the lives of the residents of Fools Point. “I’ll take it, Mom, you shouldn’t