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28 Hide In Plain Sight
Grams should have talked some sense into her,
instead of going along with the idea. At this time in her
life, Grams deserved a quiet, peaceful retirement. And
Rachel should be finding a job that had some security
to it.
Andrea didn’t like risky gambles. Maybe that was
what made her such a good financial manager. Financial
security came first, and then other things could
line up behind it. If she’d learned anything from those
chaotic years when her mother had dragged them
around the country, constantly looking for something
to make her happy, it was that.
She stood for a moment, peering out. From this
window she looked over the roof of the sunroom, added
on to the back of the house overlooking the gardens
when Grams had come to the Unger mansion as a bride.
There was the pond, a little gleam of light striking the
water, and the gazebo. Other shadowy shapes were
various outbuildings. Behind them loomed the massive
bulk of the old barn that had predated even the house.
Off to the right, toward the neighboring farm, was the
“new” barn, dating to the 1920s.
It was dark now, with Cal presumably asleep in the
tack room apartment. Well, he was another thing to
worry about tomorrow. She lowered the shade with a
decisive snap and went to crawl into bed.
Her eyes closed. She was tired, so tired. She’d sleep,
and deal with all of it in the morning.
Something creaked overhead—once, then again. She
stiffened, imagining a stealthy footstep in the connecting
attics that stretched over the wings of the house. She