Erin's Way by Laura Browning Read Free Book Online Page A

would require testing. She simply acted like…” Jenny paused, then rushed on, “Well, she acted like a stranger walking into an unfamiliar setting might.”
    “But she’s our daughter,” Catherine protested. “Why should she act like a stranger?”
    Evan put his hand on Jenny’s shoulder. “Mother, other than that disastrous visit last fall, I haven’t seen Erin since she was eighteen. She is virtually a stranger. I’m not sure that we’re dealing as much with a substance abuse issue as we are that she’s running from something…or someone.”
    “What makes you say that?” Stoner questioned.
    “While she got her things out of Sam’s house this morning, he told me he dumped pot, ecstasy, and some Quaaludes out of her purse last night. She doesn’t appear to have any one drug of choice, which is more like an addict; she seems to do whatever will get her high. It’s an escape, not something she physically has to have.”
    Stoner’s unease ramped up again. “Did Sam check her suitcase or just her purse?”
    Evan grimaced. “He only mentioned her purse. You want me to call him to find out?”
    Oh how Stoner wished he could say no, but it wasn’t possible. He nodded reluctantly. Evan stepped out of the room to use his cell phone. Stoner moved to the window and stared out over the winter-brown fields, grateful that Catherine knew him well enough to leave him to his thoughts, uneasy though they might be.
    Evan returned in a few minutes. “Sam didn’t check her suitcase.”
    The instant Stoner met Evan’s gaze, they hurried from the room toward the guesthouse. Stoner prayed this would not be a repeat of her teenage years.
    Damn it,” Evan said. “She’s locked the door, Dad.”
    Stoner dug into his pocket. “Hang on. I’ve got a spare key here. Jesus! She hasn’t even been here a day, and it’s already started.” He unlocked the door and opened it quietly. His eyes spotted the pills almost immediately. Evan examined them.
    “Ecstasy.”
    “What the hell is that?” Stoner demanded.
    “It acts like both an amphetamine and a hallucinogen.”
    “I don’t even want to know how you know these things,” Stoner grimaced.
    Evan arched one thick brow, looking like a younger version of Stoner. “Prosecuting attorney, remember?”
    Stoner raced up the stairs, heart pounding, opened first one bedroom door, then the second, smaller room. She was curled in one of the two twin beds in there, but when the hinge squeaked, she leaped from the bed and backed into the corner before her eyes cleared and she saw it was him.
    “Daddy! What are you doing?” Her chest heaved, but a trace of panic lurked in her eyes.
    Panic that she’d been caught? Stoner grabbed her and shook her. “What did you take, Erin? Damn it! How much?”
    Her eyes were wide and shocked as she glanced from his face to Evan, who now stood behind Stoner.
    “Nothing,” she whispered. “I didn’t take anything.”
    “You’re lying,” Stoner snapped. Concern made him sound harsh and cold, but he couldn’t help it. She was scaring the shit out of him. “We saw the pills scattered on the table downstairs.”
    “But… I didn’t take them,” she protested again. “Please. Daddy, you have to believe me.”
    Stoner shut his eyes, feeling as though his heart was being ripped apart again as he admitted, “I can’t believe you. You’ve never given me any reason to believe you.” He turned to look at Evan. “I want Jenny to look at her.”
    “Dad…” Evan began uncertainly, his gaze shifting to the hurt evident on Erin’s face.
    “I want Jenny to look at her,” Stoner insisted. He remembered a night when she was in high school, when he had given her the benefit of the doubt, and she had nearly died from an overdose. “I’ll stay here. Get Jenny and flush that crap lying on the table.”
    Erin stood like a statue in the corner of the room, her eyes huge in her pale face. Stoner’s heart ached. When he reached toward her again,