The Barefoot Summer(24)

“Even if he did divorce you, there would still be the Kate marriage. And he probably didn’t want to get lawyers too close to any of the marriages,” Amanda said. “Who knows what happened before Iris. There might be an even earlier wife out there who will hunt me for this cabin and whatever else he had in his bank account.”

“When was his birthday?” Kate asked in an attempt to divert their attention from the ownership of the cabin.

“November 28, 1972, was on his driver’s license,” Amanda said. “That made him forty-four last fall.”

“That’s when we celebrated it, too,” Jamie said.

“The birthday and the wedding dates are the same for us all.” Kate pushed back her chair and headed to her room.

“Where are you going?” Amanda asked.

“I’m writing this down, like I told you. I may hire my own private investigator. If they find a living wife before me, then she will be in line for this property. If it’s not mine, then I’ll go home and let her worry with the legalities of the thing,” Kate said. “I want to know the truth, and once I know that, I can truly have closure.”

“Know the truth and the truth shall set you free,” Amanda whispered. “But I will fight anyone to the death for this cabin.”

“Quoting Scripture? Are you religious?” Jamie asked.

“Oh, yes, I am,” Amanda said. “Conrad and I went to church every Sunday when he was home . . . Dammit!”

Both Jamie and Kate giggled.

Amanda frowned. “It’s not funny. He was sitting in church with me, pretending to be all righteous when he was . . .” Tears filled her eyes and spilled down over her cheeks. “I can’t believe that he even conned God.”

Kate smiled. “A touch of depression is setting in, right?”

Amanda nodded. “He doesn’t deserve to make me sad. I’m more depressed with myself than anything, because I was so gullible.”

“That’s what con men prey on,” Jamie said. “Do you think I wasn’t gullible? Or Kate? And honey, you can fight, but I’ve got a legal claim on this place that you can’t unseat. Gracie is his oldest child, and she will inherit this place.”

“We’ll see when it all comes out that there are divorce papers hiding somewhere and that I’m his wife. And gullible? You might have been, but not Kate!” Amanda shot a glance toward Kate.

With a sigh, Kate turned around and returned to the table. “Of course I was. I’d spent my entire life working on my career. I was thirty when we married, which isn’t old, but I was established in the business, had three degrees, and was working on my doctorate at that time. I have a level head on my shoulders until it comes to men, then all my common sense flies right out the window,” Kate admitted. “And on that note, I have to go write down details before I forget them. Thanks for the breakfast, Jamie.”

“You are welcome,” Jamie said.

Kate changed from pajama pants and a tank top into shorts and a T-shirt. She wrote down every single thing that they’d discussed, and then she folded her shirt and pajama pants. When she tried to open the dresser drawer to put them away, it hung about halfway. She tugged on it, but it wouldn’t budge. She tried to push it back in, but that didn’t work, either.

Finally, she dropped to her knees, and with her face on the floor, she peeked under it to find the corner of a thick piece of paper jamming up the works. She needed something long and thin to slip under there. But if she removed the two top drawers, then she could reach under the back side of the bottom one and pull the paper out.

All it took was one little yank and the envelope was free. She tossed it onto the bed and shoved the drawer back, but just before it closed all the way, something else fluttered underneath. It didn’t give her a problem to pull the drawer all the way out and set it on the bed with the other two.

“Good grief,” she muttered at the sight before her. At least a dozen envelopes had been hidden under there. She gathered them all up and laid them on the bed with the others and then put the drawers back. Curiosity made her pull out the bottom drawer on the other side of the dresser, and she found a dozen more.

When she was sure she had everything, she sat down on the bed with letters in unsealed legal-size envelopes stacked up in front of her. Dates had been written where a stamp should have gone, starting with June 1 and ending with July 3. Nothing to indicate a year, but from the yellowed look of the paper, they’d been written a long time ago.

She held the one dated June 1 in her hand. They could have a bearing on who killed Conrad. Besides, she wanted to know more. She pulled the paper out, gently unfolded it, and gasped when she saw the first line:



My dearest Darcy,



I know you will find the new will and the letters I’m leaving you because this was your favorite hiding spot for treasures when you were a little girl. I must be a very strong woman in the coming days, because Conrad has threatened that if I don’t do what he wants, he will divorce me, take his half of everything your father and I worked for all our lives, and then he will seduce you into marrying him. He can be very charming and I cannot bear the thought of you being taken in by that man.



Though he is very sweet when we’re out, when we are alone he is mentally abusive. After the first two weeks of marriage, I moved into your old room, and he seems fine with the situation.