Kitabı oku: «The Trueblood Dynasty»
Isabella Trueblood made history reuniting people torn apart by war and an epidemic. Now, generations later, Lily and Dylan Garrett carry on her work with their agency, Finders Keepers. Circumstances may have changed, but the goal remains the same.
Lost
Her so-called life. Calley Graham’s overprotective mother had stood in her way long enough. But all that would change if she could sign on as a rookie investigator for Finders Keepers!
Found
One tough trail boss. Matt Radcliffe was leading a cattle drive out of New Mexico. He sure didn’t have time for a pesky investigator who wanted to drag him back to Pinto, Texas. But Calley figured if she volunteered to take over as camp cook, she could keep her job, and maybe keep the cowboy, too!
Matt pulled back, breaking the kiss before he lost what little control he had left.
“Why did you do that?” he asked in a low voice, sounding more gruff than he’d intended.
“It was your idea,” Calley said softly, her fingers rubbing her cheek.
He could see redness there and knew his beard stubble had made the mark. “Damn it, Calley. All I had in mind was talking.”
She tilted her head as she looked at him, confusion clouding her blue eyes. “Was it so awful?”
Awful? Was she serious? “No. It was just…unexpected.” He wondered how he could explain it to her when even he didn’t understand the riot of emotions churning through him.
“I’m sorry if I offended you,” she said, not looking the least bit sorry to him. “I thought I was helping put your new plan into action.”
“Can you at least give me a little warning next time?”
“Don’t worry, Matt,” she said calmly, turning toward the chuck wagon. “There won’t be a next time.”
He watched her disappear inside the wagon, then heard the loud clank of pots and pans, followed by a muffled oath. Matt smiled. He might have been wrong, but so was she. There would definitely be a next time.
Dear Reader,
I’m a big fan of country music and was inspired to write this story by listening to Trisha Yearwood’s song “I Want To Live Again.” The toe-tapping music and heartfelt lyrics are perfect for my heroine, Calley Graham, who is determined to live life to the fullest. Matt Radcliffe is a sexy cowboy who prefers to live life alone. But Calley is hot on his trail, which means Matt doesn’t stand a chance!
I hope you enjoy Matt and Calley’s story. Happy reading!
Karen Hughes
Hot on His Trail
Karen Hughes
MILLS & BOON
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The Cowboy Wants a Baby
Jo Leigh
His Brother’s Fiancée
Jasmine Cresswell
A Father’s Vow
Tina Leonard
Daddy Wanted
Kate Hoffmann
The Cowboy’s Secret Son
Gayle Wilson
The Best Man in Texas
Kelsey Roberts
Hot on His Trail
Karen Hughes
The Sheriff Gets His Lady
Dani Sinclair
Surprise Package
Joanna Wayne
Rodeo Daddy
B.J. Daniels
The Rancher’s Bride
Tara Taylor Quinn
Dylan’s Destiny
Kimberly Raye
Hero for Hire
Jill Shalvis
Her Protector
Liz Ireland
Lover Under Cover
Charlotte Douglas
A Family at Last
Debbi Rawlins
THE TRUEBLOOD LEGACY
THE YEAR WAS 1918, and the Great War in Europe still raged, but Esau Porter was heading home to Texas.
The young sergeant arrived at his parents’ ranch northwest of San Antonio on a Sunday night, only the celebration didn’t go off as planned. Most of the townsfolk of Carmelita had come out to welcome Esau home, but when they saw the sorry condition of the boy, they gave their respects quickly and left.
The fever got so bad so fast that Mrs. Porter hardly knew what to do. By Monday night, before the doctor from San Antonio made it into town, Esau was dead.
The Porter family grieved. How could their son have survived the German peril, only to burn up and die in his own bed? It wasn’t much of a surprise when Mrs. Porter took to her bed on Wednesday. But it was a hell of a shock when half the residents of Carmelita came down with the horrible illness. House after house was hit by death, and all the townspeople could do was pray for salvation.
None came. By the end of the year, over one hundred souls had perished. The influenza virus took those in the prime of life, leaving behind an unprece-dented number of orphans. And the virus knew no boundaries. By the time the threat had passed, more than thirty-seven million people had succumbed worldwide.
But in one house, there was still hope.
Isabella Trueblood had come to Carmelita in the late 1800s with her father, blacksmith Saul Trueblood, and her mother, Teresa Collier Trueblood. The family had traveled from Indiana, leaving their Quaker roots behind.
Young Isabella grew up to be an intelligent woman who had a gift for healing and storytelling. Her dreams centered on the boy next door, Foster Carter, the son of Chester and Grace.
Just before the bad times came in 1918, Foster asked Isabella to be his wife, and the future of the Carter spread was secured. It was a happy union, and the future looked bright for the young couple.
Two years later, not one of their relatives was alive. How the young couple had survived was a miracle. And during the epidemic, Isabella and Foster had taken in more than twenty-two orphaned children from all over the county. They fed them, clothed them, taught them as if they were blood kin.
Then Isabella became pregnant, but there were complications. Love for her handsome son, Josiah, born in 1920, wasn’t enough to stop her from grow-ing weaker by the day. Knowing she couldn’t leave her husband to tend to all the children if she died, she set out to find families for each one of her orphaned charges.
And so the Trueblood Foundation was born. Named in memory of Isabella’s parents, it would become famous all over Texas. Some of the orphaned children went to strangers, but many were reunited with their
families. After reading notices in newspapers and church bulletins, aunts, uncles, cousins and grand-parents rushed to Carmelita to find the young ones they’d given up for dead.
Toward the end of Isabella’s life, she’d brought together more than thirty families, and not just her orphans. Many others, old and young, made their way to her doorstep, and Isabella turned no one away.
At her death, the town’s name was changed to Trueblood, in her honor. For years to come, her simple grave was adorned with flowers on the anniversary of her death, grateful tokens of appreciation from the families she had brought together.
Isabella’s son, Josiah, grew into a fine rancher and married Rebecca Montgomery in 1938. They had a daughter, Elizabeth Trueblood Carter, in 1940. Elizabeth married her neighbor William Garrett in 1965, and gave birth to twins Lily and Dylan in 1971, and daughter Ashley a few years later. Home was the Double G ranch, about ten miles from Trueblood proper, and the Garrett children grew up listening to stories of their famous great-grandmother, Isabella. Because they were Truebloods, they knew that they, too, had a sacred duty to carry on the tradition passed down to them: finding lost souls and reuniting loved ones.
Special thanks and acknowledgment to Kristin Eckhardt for her contribution to the TRUEBLOOD, TEXAS series.
For my wonderful mother, Charol Pleiss
Special thanks to Dr. Lisa Bladt for her medical expertise
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Excerpt
PROLOGUE
Texas Children’s Hospital
Houston, Texas, 1992
DR. PAULA BENNING, one of Houston’s busiest pediatric cardiologists, stood outside the door of the consultation room, her stomach twisting in dread. She loved every part of her profession—except this one.
A headache throbbed in her left temple, a signal that her blood sugar was low. She knew she should eat something before she broke the news, or at least find a carton of orange juice. But she’d learned early on in her career that delaying unpleasant tasks only made them harder. So she took a deep breath as she reached for the doorknob, then walked inside.
A man and a woman sat on the worn plaid sofa, their faces drawn and their hands clenched together. They looked up at her, guarded hope reflected in their eyes. Dr. Benning glanced hastily at her watch. A signal that she didn’t have time to waste. Get in and get out. In her thirteen years of practice, she’d learned that was the best way to deliver devastating news. Best for her, anyway.
Walt Graham rose to his feet, pulling his wife along with him. “Is Calley all right?”
“She’s in stable condition now,” Dr. Benning confirmed.
“I’ve never been so scared,” Liv Graham confessed, her voice cracking. A petite woman, she looked almost as frail as her daughter. They both had the same wide-set blue eyes and flaxen blond hair. “Calley couldn’t catch her breath and she was so pale. I didn’t know what to do.”
She glanced up at her husband, a detective with the Houston police force. Walt Graham wore his worry in the deep lines etched in his forehead and between his thick, dark brows.
Dr. Benning wished she didn’t know so much about the Grahams. Wished she didn’t know that they’d struggled with infertility for years before they’d finally been blessed with a daughter. Liv Graham, a renowned local photographer, had been past forty when she’d conceived Calley, automatically classifying the pregnancy as high-risk. But she’d delivered a healthy baby girl, then went on to chronicle the first fifteen years of her daughter’s life with incredible black-and-white photographs that had brought Liv recognition throughout the state.
Ironically, one of those photographs of Calley, her golden pigtails flying as she leaped toward the sky, graced a wall in the ICU, where the girl now lay cocooned in a hospital bed, tethered to earth by an IV line and a heart monitor.
Dr. Benning cleared her throat. She’d put off the inevitable long enough. “Perhaps you should sit down.”
Walt Graham ignored her suggestion, his green eyes intent on her face. He stepped forward and curled one large hand around the top of a chair, his knuckles bleached white. “What’s wrong?”
Liv Graham forced a smile, looking back and forth between the two of them. “Nothing’s wrong, Walt. Calley is fine. Right, Dr. Benning?”
“I’m afraid the preliminary tests tell us otherwise.”
The blood drained from Liv’s face. “What do you mean?”
Dr. Benning motioned them toward the sofa. “Please, sit down.”
They obeyed without protest, walking numbly to the sofa. Dr. Benning had seen that same stoic reaction numerous times before. It was the mind’s defense mechanism for dealing with shock. A mechanism that would fade soon enough. She only hoped she’d be gone before it did. Her headache had spread to the other temple and now threatened to turn into one of her rare migraines.
She pulled a chair close to the sofa and sat down, folding her hands together in her lap. “Calley has a condition called myocarditis.”
Liv Graham shook her head. “I don’t understand.”
“Myocarditis is an inflammation of the heart muscle,” Dr. Benning explained. “It can be caused by a variety of conditions. However, in Calley’s case, we believe it was brought on by a viral infection.”
“An infection?” Walt frowned. “But she hasn’t been sick.”
Liv clasped his arm. “Last month, remember? She had the sniffles. But the pediatrician told us it was hay fever. He put her on antihistamines. Is that why this happened? Should he have given her something else instead?”
Dr. Benning shook her head. “There’s really no way to pinpoint how this occurred. But there was nothing that either you or Calley could have done to prevent it.”
Denial darkened Liz Graham’s blue eyes. “There must be some mistake. Calley’s always been so healthy. She’s had all her immunizations and never missed her yearly checkup.”
“I’m afraid there’s no mistake,” Dr. Benning said softly.
Walt’s jaw tightened. “How long will she be sick?”
Dr. Benning hesitated. “Myocarditis weakens the heart muscle. Some patients recover while others....” She shook her head. “It’s simply too soon to give you a prognosis.”
“Can’t you do something?” Liv asked, looking confused. “Surgery or medication? Surely something can be done to reverse it.”
“She’s receiving ACE inhibitors to improve her heart function, and diuretics to decrease the fluid retention. At this point, we plan to monitor her condition and see if we can get it under control.”
“And if you can’t?” Walt asked.
“Then we’ll have to look at all the available options and select the best one for Calley.”
Liv shook her head. “That’s not good enough. I need to know what’s going to happen to my little girl. She’s only fifteen!”
“In the worst case scenario,” Dr. Benning said gently, “Calley would need a heart transplant.”
Liv Graham gasped and reached for her husband’s hand. Walt sat silently beside her. At last he looked up and asked in a strained voice, “Are you telling us she could die?”
“We’re certainly not at that point yet,” Dr. Benning assured them. She could see the anger and pain now swirling in Liv Graham’s eyes. The numbness was beginning to fade.
Dr. Benning stood up, more than ready to give the Grahams some privacy. “I’ve ordered some more tests. We’ll talk again after the results are in.”
“Thank you, Dr. Benning,” Walt said stiffly. His wife sat mutely beside him.
Dr. Benning nodded, then walked toward the door. As it closed behind her she could hear the first anguished sobs of Calley’s mother.
“I won’t let her go,” Liv cried. “I’ll never, ever let her go.”
CHAPTER ONE
Ten years later
CALLEY GRAHAM paced across the second floor of the Double G ranch house, ignoring the chirp of the cell phone in her purse. She’d arrived early for her job interview at Finders Keepers—two hours early, as a matter of fact. Patience had never been one of her virtues.
It had been three days since she’d seen their advertisement for a temporary private investigator in the classifieds section of the San Antonio Express-News. And it had only taken her about five seconds to decide this was her opportunity to escape. After a little planning, she’d made a furtive call for an interview.
Her first step toward freedom.
Calley had packed her suitcase this morning, leaving San Antonio before sunrise to avoid detection. Then she’d waited at a coffee shop until it was time to make the short drive to Trueblood, Texas. The housekeeper had let her in the front door and directed her to the offices located on the second floor of the sprawling ranch house.
Finders Keepers was run by Dylan Garrett and his twin sister, Lily Garrett Bishop. With a little research, she’d learned that the ranch had apparently been in the Garrett family for generations. After careers in law enforcement, both Dylan and Lily had returned home to start an agency that specialized in finding missing persons.
Calley closed her eyes, mentally reviewing her job pitch. Unfortunately, graduating from a home study course on private investigation didn’t sound very impressive. So she’d padded her résumé with a degree in criminal justice and listed several cases of freelance investigative work. Thankfully, the confidential nature of this business made it impossible for the Garretts to verify her work experience. She wanted this job too much to ruin her chances by telling the truth.
The sound of a plaintive whine made her open her eyes. At her feet sat a full-grown Irish setter, its big brown eyes gazing dolefully up at her. He raised one paw and placed it on her knee.
She laughed and knelt down, stroking the dog’s silky head. “Hello, sweetheart,” she murmured. “What’s your name?”
The setter scooted closer to her, his eyelids drooping as Calley scratched behind his ears.
“I used to have a dog just like you,” she said, a lump forming in the back of her throat as she thought of Trixie, her cuddly cocker spaniel. Trixie had been gone when Calley had returned from the hospital ten years ago. Her mother had sold Calley’s pet, fearing it might carry too many germs. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard, refusing to let the pain of the past overwhelm her. She needed to concentrate on her future. With a little luck, it would start today.
“His name is Shiloh,” a voice said behind her.
She stood and turned to see a young woman with chin-length auburn hair and sparkling green eyes.
Calley stroked Shiloh’s head. “He’s a wonderful dog.”
“And ornery,” the woman said, moving behind the wide oak desk. “He steals the pens off my desk and buries them in the south pasture.” She reached into a drawer and pulled out a box that made Shiloh trot up to her, his tail wagging furiously behind him.
The woman dropped a dog biscuit into his mouth, then shooed him onto a braided rug near the bookcases along the wall. Brushing her hands together, she turned back to Calley. “I’m Carolyn Mulholland, the office assistant for Finders Keepers. Are you here about a case?”
“Actually, I’m here to interview for the job. My name is Calley Graham.”
Carolyn’s eyes widened. “Oh, I’m sorry. You’re early. And I guess I didn’t expect you to be so young.”
“I’m twenty-five,” Calley said, then wished she’d bitten her tongue instead. What if the Garretts held her age against her? Maybe she should have added a couple more years to her already fictitious résumé.
“May I get you a cup of coffee or a soda while you wait?” Carolyn motioned toward the minikitchen area behind her desk. “It may be a while yet.”
“No, I’m fine,” Calley assured her. Then her purse began to chirp again.
Carolyn furrowed her brow. “Is that your phone?”
“Yes.” Calley reached reluctantly inside her purse and pulled out the small cellular.
“I’ll give you some privacy,” Carolyn said, misreading Calley’s reticence and walking into one of the inner offices.
With a resigned sigh, Calley opened the flip phone, hesitated a moment, then switched it off. She couldn’t deal with her mother right now. And she definitely couldn’t tell her about the impending job interview. Not when Liv Graham routinely sabotaged Calley’s bids for independence. All for her own good. Or at least, that’s how her mother saw it.
It had started when she’d taken Calley out of high school after the heart condition had been diagnosed, claiming it would be easier and safer to home-school her. Then she’d scared away all of Calley’s friends, warning them that if they inadvertently infected Calley with a cold or the flu, they could kill her.
But it was her mother’s fear that was contagious. It had torn her parents’ marriage apart. Her father was now remarried and living in Florida, leaving Calley alone to deal with her mother’s obsessive love. Liv Graham had been so afraid that her daughter would die that she hadn’t let her live.
Now that was all about to change.
If she could get this job. Calley walked over to the polished wooden rail bordering the second floor, wishing she knew what would impress the Garretts. What would make them believe she was the perfect candidate for the job? She looked out over the great room below, noting the massive stone fireplace and the heavy, exposed beams. It looked as if the house had once been smaller, then expanded to accommodate a growing family.
Was that the answer to her question? Family ties? It made sense, considering Dylan and Lily Garrett had chosen to open a business together and run it out of their old family home. Especially when you considered the focus of the agency—to reunite people with their loved ones.
Family ties. That was the key. Something she could use to her advantage.
Even if she believed some family ties had to be broken.
* * *
“WE HAVE TO find Matt Radcliffe.” Lily Garrett Bishop sat propped up in bed, several eiderdown pillows supporting her. “He’s the last beneficiary in Violet Mitchum’s will.” She watched her brother pace across her bedroom floor. He hadn’t even heard her. Not surprising, considering he’d been strangely preoccupied since Christmas.
“Dylan?”
He stopped and looked up at her. “What’s the matter? Is it the baby?”
She placed one hand protectively over her swollen belly. Only six months pregnant, she’d gone into premature labor a week ago. Fortunately, the doctors had been able to stop it.
Her husband, Cole, had been at his ranch, overseeing its sale to his ranch foreman, Manny Peres. He’d rushed home, the ink still wet on the bill of sale.
Both he and Dylan hovered over her, along with her father. Treating her like a fragile porcelain doll. She’d meekly accepted their coddling at first, terrified that she might lose her baby. But she was feeling much stronger now, and though she had every intention of following the doctor’s orders by staying in bed, that didn’t mean she couldn’t still play an active role in Finders Keepers.
If only her overprotective brother would let her.
“Sit down, Dylan,” she ordered. “You’re making me dizzy.”
He immediately complied, his brow creased with worry. “Are you sure you’re all right? Do you want me to call your doctor? Or Cole? He’s at the construction site, going over those changes in your house plans with the builder.”
“I’m fine,” she assured him. “And so is your niece or nephew.”
Dylan reached out one hand and placed it on her distended belly. A small smile tipped up the corner of his mouth. “He’s kicking up a storm in there.”
“Tell me about it,” she said, shifting a little to assuage the slight ache in her lower back. “Although I don’t understand why you’re so convinced it’s a boy.”
“Because with a kick like that, he’ll make first string placekicker on the Texas A&M football team and give his uncle Dylan free season tickets.”
She laughed. “You’ve never heard of a girl making a college team as a kicker?”
“Sure I have,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “But I’d be so busy keeping all those besotted football players away from my beautiful niece that I couldn’t enjoy the game.”
Lily smiled as tears pricked her eyes. It felt so good to talk about her baby’s future. To believe that she’d safely carry this precious child for the next three months. She reached down and squeezed her brother’s hand, silently thanking him for his loving support.
A light knock on the door made them both look up. Carolyn stuck her head inside and waved at Lily, then she turned to Dylan. “Sorry to interrupt, but there is a Calley Graham here for an interview.”
Lily’s brow furrowed. “Interview? What interview?”
“Oops,” Carolyn muttered, as Lily struggled to sit up in bed.
“Oh, hell,” Dylan muttered. “I completely forgot about her.” He turned to Carolyn. “Thanks. Tell Miss Graham I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Lily waited until Carolyn shut the door before she turned to her brother. “Okay, Dylan, spill it. What are you up to now?”
He set his jaw. “I’m hiring a temporary investigator for Finders Keepers.”
Lily arched a brow, willing herself not to lose her temper. “When were you planning to tell me?”
“I thought you had enough to worry about.”
“Please don’t shut me out, Dylan. If I have to lie here and do nothing for the next three months, I’ll go completely stir-crazy.”
“Well, you can’t go out on assignment, and we have to find Matt Radcliffe.”
“I think I just said that,” Lily observed ruefully. Matt Radcliffe was a beneficiary in the late Violet Mitchum’s will. Widow of wealthy horse rancher and oilman Charles Mitchum, Violet had lived in a Victorian monstrosity in Pinto, Texas, until her death. Finders Keepers had been retained to find the three outstanding beneficiaries among the eight people named in Violet’s will. They’d successfully located Sara Pierce and Jillian Salvini, but Matt Radcliffe had proven more elusive.
Dylan sat on the edge of her bed. “Actually, we do have a lead. Our little gift to his mother finally paid off.”
Lily sat further up in bed, her interest piqued. “Where is he?”
“Somewhere in New Mexico,” Dylan replied.
“That sounds a little vague.”
“Exactly. That’s why we need someone to go out in the field and track him down. I can’t do it because of—”
“Julie,” Lily finished for him. The wife of Dylan’s best friend, Sebastian Cooper, had disappeared after a car-jacking over a year ago. Her brother’s concern for the missing Julie Cooper had almost turned into an obsession, although lately he didn’t seem as tense about her disappearance as he had been for the last few months. Had he gotten a lead on her? Or just finally given up hope of ever finding her?
Dylan gave a short nod. “I also want to stay close to home in case you need me.”
Lily leaned back against the pillows, feeling useless. But maybe there was something she could do. “Let me interview Calley Graham.”
“That’s not necessary. I’ve already hired someone for the job.”
She blinked. “Then why is this Graham woman here for an interview?”
He raked one hand through his brown hair. “Because I forgot to tell Carolyn to cancel the interview.”
Lily wasn’t surprised, given how distracted her brother had been recently. Which was further proof that he needed Lily’s help. “It’s really not fair to send Calley Graham away now. The least you can do is interview her, or let me do it.”
“Why? I’ve already as much as promised the job to a man named Simms. I still need to conduct a face-to-face interview with him, but that’s just a formality. He’s a retired cop with a résumé a mile long.”
“We could send them both out into the field,” Lily suggested. “Double our chances of finding Matt Radcliffe.”
Dylan stood up. “That means we’ll have to pay twice as much, too.”
She smiled as another idea occurred to her. “Not if we make it a contest. The first one to find Matt Radcliffe and bring him back to Texas wins the job. We’d pay expenses, of course, but no salary until the winner is hired.”
Dylan stared at her for a long moment, then grinned. “I see pregnancy hasn’t affected your brain cells. You’re still as devious as ever.”
She laughed. “I believe the word you’re looking for is creative.”
“So what happens if this Graham woman and Simms both decline our not-so-generous offer?”
She arched a brow. “Would you?”
“Not a chance. I never back down from a challenge.”
“Neither would I,” Lily affirmed. “We want someone with guts and tenacity to work for Finders Keepers. Someone who won’t give up when he, or she, runs out of leads.” She settled back against the pillows with a satisfied sigh. “The more I think about this idea, the more I like it.”
“Me, too,” Dylan agreed. “Once we find Radcliffe, I can finally make arrangements for Violet’s memorial service.”
“Then let’s stop wasting time,” Lily replied. “Send Calley Graham in here. Let’s find out how much she really wants this job.”
* * *
DYLAN SENT Calley Graham to Lily’s room, then shut himself in his office. Now that the matter of finding Radcliffe was being handled, he could concentrate on gathering evidence against his best friend.
His gaze drifted to one of the framed photographs on his wall. Taken when they were all in college, it showed him and Sebastian Cooper laughing together, their arms draped around Julie, who stood between them. Despite their lengthy friendship, Julie had always stood between them. Dylan had fallen in love with her when he was a junior at Texas A&M, but it was Sebastian she’d chosen to marry.
He’d truly wanted Sebastian and Julie to be happy together. Had grieved with Sebastian when Julie had gone missing after an apparent car-jacking last year.
And had been stunned when he’d finally discovered the truth.
Julie had run away, in fear for her life and that of her unborn child. Dylan had finally tracked her down in the tiny town of Cactus Creek, Texas. She’d given birth to a son in September. A boy she’d named Thomas. But that wasn’t the biggest surprise. She’d told Dylan that Sebastian had ties to the mob. All she lacked was the evidence to prove it.
So Dylan had vowed to find the evidence, even though some part of him still didn’t want to believe that Sebastian could be capable of that kind of duplicity. But there was only one way to find out.
He flipped through the Rolodex on his desk, searching for the number of Zach Logan, who had been his chief in the Dallas Police Department. If anyone would be keeping tabs on the local organized crime ring, it would be Zach. Especially since he’d been instrumental in sending its leader, J. B. Crowe, to prison last spring.
Dylan picked up the telephone.
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