The Betrayed (Krewe of Hunters) by Heather Graham Read Free Book Online Page A

few Confederate soldiers who’d died here, brought north to be cared for by his brother, who had chosen to fight for the Union.
    Colonel Daniel Parker remained in the house, as well. He and Candy were together in death as they’d never been in life.
    Candy paused long enough to give Rollo a spectral pat. Rollo knew she was there. His tail thumped on the floor. Smiling, Candy perched on the desk and looked at Mo. “What happened? What did you and Rollo find?”
    Mo sighed and gave up on work, leaning back in her chair. “A man’s head without a body, a woman’s body without a head, the man’s body—and the woman’s head.”
    Candy stared at her in dismay. “How awful! Do they know, was it the politician from New York they were looking for?”
    Mo nodded gravely. “And it’s not...it’s not just that he was dead. He was murdered. Horribly.” She went on to tell Candy about the morning—about everything they’d discovered.
    Candy shuddered. “And with the village and all of Tarrytown bustling with our October visitors...that makes it even worse. I hope they find the murderer quickly.”
    “Lieutenant Purbeck is running the investigation. At least, I think he is. An FBI man showed up, too,” Mo said.
    “Federal Bureau of Investigation,” Candy said. She might be a ghost, but she loved watching as time went by, even though—as she’d often told Mo—time didn’t always go by so well. Wars went on; people just didn’t seem to learn. Candy and her beloved Daniel Parker liked walking the grounds along the river—and keeping up with history as it passed.
    “Well, Mr. Highsmith was an important man,” Candy said knowingly.
    “Yes, very,” Mo agreed.
    “And this FBI man, he seems to be capable and good?” Candy asked.
    Mo thought about her answer. Then she nodded. “He was serious and seemed to understand that...that Rollo knew what he was after when we found a body that wasn’t the right body,” she said. Actually, she’d liked the man immediately. She wondered if she’d been influenced by the fact he was very good-looking. Tall, dark, blue eyed, altogether striking. If he walked into a room, anyone—male or female—would notice, even if he was in a typical dark suit. He wore the suit damned well. She remembered feeling stunned when she’d fallen into his arms. Just for a split second, of course, but he
had
given her pause.
    “He looks capable,” she said.
He looks like he belongs on the cover of GQ,
she thought.
    Candy nodded. “So, the police are investigating and the federal government is involved. What happened is devastating—unimaginable!—but you have done what they asked you to do. Now let them handle it. I understand that you can’t forget it. To suggest such a thing would be ridiculous. But let them do their work, and you concentrate on yours. Maybe you should take a vacation, leave this place until they find the killer.”
    “I don’t think I can.”
    “And why not?”
    “What if...?”
    “What if what?” Candy asked.
    “What if the killer isn’t finished?” Mo wondered aloud. The very possibility chilled her. “What if it wasn’t a political assassination? I—I can’t leave now. Rollo and I might be needed again and if we are, there’s always the hope that we’ll find the next victim still alive. Before he kills him—or her.”
    * * *
    “Here’s what I have to tell you,” Dr. Mortenson said, leaning against one of the gurneys at the morgue. “The two bodies, when put back together, are definitely two people. Not more, in other words. Thank God. We still haven’t ascertained the identity of the woman, but we’re running fingerprints and searching out dental records.”
    “How did they die?” Aidan asked.
    Mortenson frowned at him for a minute, as though to say,
They were decapitated. Wasn’t that perfectly clear?
    But he quickly understood. He sighed. “I wish I could tell you it was the clean sweep of a sword or one blow from a big ax. A quick