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  Secrets of the Last Castle

  Attorney Elizabeth Campbell and Detective Grace Donovan find themselves once again on opposite sides of a case when Elizabeth represents a young man accused of murdering an elderly woman, a case in which Grace is the lead detective. Initially, even Elizabeth doubts his innocence, but as she begins to dig, she finds a much deeper, darker secret that leads to an abandoned antebellum plantation that was a former headquarters for the Knights of the Golden—secret society that was believed to have disappeared after the Civil War.

  When Elizabeth and Grace join forces to take down the Knights of the Golden Circle, they must also learn to separate work from love or risk losing each other forever.

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  Secrets of the Last Castle

  © 2018 By A. Rose Mathieu. All Rights Reserved.

  ISBN 13:978-1-63555-241-6

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  First Edition: August 2018

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

  Credits

  Editor: Cindy Cresap

  Production Design: Susan Ramundo

  Cover Design By Melody Pond

  By the Author

  Sins of Our Fathers

  Secrets of the Last Castle

  Acknowledgments

  Always thankful to my loving family for allowing me the time to write and read my stories aloud as my characters and their dialogue make their way to the page. I am also thankful to my editor, Cindy Cresap, for being a reliable guide through the writing process.

  Dedication

  In loving memory of Ann Elizabeth Mathieu for the faith, love, and joy that she brought into this world.

  Prologue

  Samuel hummed a soft tune as he hunched over the worn wooden stairs that led to the small porch and drove a final nail into the loose step in hopes of securing its wobbling state. He inspected his work and moved up and down the stairs a few times, testing their strength, and was reasonably certain that they would withstand another decade or more of use, not that he was expecting any guests for the dilapidated wooden shack.

  With the late afternoon sun at his back, he wiped the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his shirt and stepped back to look around the expansive property, planning his next project. He had given his life to this land, and it was all he really knew.

  “Samuel.”

  He knew she was coming, but hearing her smooth, Southern inflection made him shiver; time had not diminished her effect on him. He turned and could only stare at her soft oval face, features that he had memorized. She was still as beautiful as the day they met.

  “I’ve been waiting for you,” he whispered as he closed the space between them and reached out to stroke her cheek.

  She leaned into his touch and closed her eyes, before returning the loving stare. “You work too hard,” she said, caressing his calloused hands.

  He shrugged and looked past her. “This place just needs some extra attention. She’s getting old.”

  “I know, but tomorrow is another day. Come on home. I’ll cook your favorite supper.”

  Answering for him, his stomach grumbled, and he could already savor her gravy and cornbread. It had been a long time since he enjoyed his favorite meal.

  Chapter One

  The stars were not aligned for Elizabeth Campbell, as she cursed the blinking yellow light that advised drivers of construction ahead. A small oversight of failing to set her alarm had her running late already, plus she’d snagged her pantyhose on her car door in her haste. She resigned herself to the will of the traffic god and sank back into her leather seat, enjoying the moment of solitude. It seemed that her life had been thrown into a whirlwind the last few months. She had only been living back in her own home for a day, after spending two challenging months in her parents’ home and under her mother’s reign; however, that seemed to be the least of the sharp turns that her life had taken. A little over a week ago, she was unemployed, essentially fired from the Southern Indigent Legal Center, but was now returning as the supervising attorney. This was only after being hunted by a psychopathic priest. Yet, that was the least of it: she kissed Detective Grace Donovan.

  As the traffic began to move, she was pulled from her thoughts and maneuvered her car with a sudden sense of urgency into spaces most people would assume too small for a vehicle and continued to weave her way through, until she finally arrived at her usual parking spot for her coveted Roadster. After raising the collar of her jacket in an attempt to fight off the brisk morning air, Elizabeth rushed to SILC as fast as her impractical shoes would permit. However, her pace in combination with her shoe choice was a decision she soon regretted. When her heel met with a crevice in the uneven sidewalk, the crevice won and she found herself stuck. Part of her felt like leaving the damn shoe behind, but knowing that wasn’t practical, she bent and tugged on the trapped shoe until the crevice gave up its hold. As she leaned her hand on the stucco wall for extra support to return the shoe to her foot, she felt a sticky substance. She pulled back from the offending wall and looked at the new graffiti art that was on display that included a caricature of a man with a larger than life penis protruding from his pants. When she realized which body part her hand had been resting on, she shuddered at the foreign substance that was still stuck to her.

  She reached her good hand into her leather messenger bag that managed to remain perched on her shoulder through the ordeal and searched for a tissue, expelling expletives in the process, but was interrupted when a small solid object was thrust into her back.

  “Give me your wallet.”

  “What?” She wheeled around and was surprised to find a young man with his hand stuck in his pocket, holding a hidden object. His brown eyes darted wildly as he searched for witnesses. She assessed his scruffy, sandy blond hair that looked unwashed and wrinkled clothes that showed evidence of several days’ wear and were wholly inappropriate for the onset of winter. After weighing her options, she allowed her bag to slip off her shoulder and drop to the ground. She reached inside and moved items about as though looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack of files, loose documents, pens, stray paper clips, and half a bag of Cheetos.

  When she realized that her search was taking longer than her companion liked, she raised her index finger in a gesture, silently requesting his patience. He shifted from foot to foot, eager to be done with his task as he watched Elizabeth continue her exploration of what could only be compared to Mary Poppins’s endless bag of trinkets.

  “Come on, lady!” he demanded as he nervously turned his head to the sound of distant voices.

  “Here it is,” Elizabeth said as she reached for him and snapped a handcuff around his free hand.

  “What the f—”

  Before he could finish his cursing tirade, she encased her wrist with the other side of the handcuff.

  “You’re crazy, bitch!”

  “Many would agree with you,” she said as she bent to collect her bag an
d yanked on his arm to follow.

  “I’m not going with you.”

  “Okay then, where should we go? Perhaps we can wander around the city, see the sights. We might attract a bit of attention being like this and all.” She lifted their cuffed hands for emphasis.

  “Where’s the key?”

  “For that, we will need to go to my office.”

  He sighed deeply and dropped a thick stick that he had been holding, resigning himself that he was trapped.

  “So how did you know I didn’t have a gun?” he asked as Elizabeth led him down the street toward SILC.

  “It’s a good thing for your sake that you didn’t. Given how my morning is going, I might have kicked your ass and then shot you.”

  She remembered where her hand had been just before their encounter and shuddered, then rubbed it on his shirtsleeve in a feeble attempt to wipe off the unmentionable foreign substance.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, trying to pull away and create as much space as possible between them.

  “I’m just a touchy-feely person.” She pulled on him to speed him along when she saw the entrance to SILC. “Come on, I’m already late.”

  She stopped in front of the glass door and turned to him. “Okay, let me do the talking.”

  He looked at her in bewilderment before she yanked him through the door.

  “Morning, Amy,” she said as nonchalantly as she could to SILC’s receptionist who sat at the front desk. Elizabeth and Amy had become friends over the last four and a half years, so Elizabeth figured Amy would only be half surprised to see her handcuffed to a strange man.

  “Ummm, should I ask?” Amy asked with a skeptical look.

  “Probably best not to.” Elizabeth reached into her bag and handed over her phone. “Would you do me a favor and call Detective Donovan and ask if she can bring the key to these cuffs?” She held their joined hands up in case there was any doubt as to which cuffs she meant.

  “What? You said you had the key!”

  “Nooo, I said we would have to go to my office. I never said I had the key.”

  With the misunderstanding cleared up, she strode through SILC and stopped in the kitchen to grab some sustenance for her new friend before she proceeded to her office in the back corner. Elizabeth sat in the worn black leather guest chair across from her desk and motioned for her companion to sit in the mismatched chair next to her. He resisted at first, until she set a leftover roast beef sandwich and carton of milk on the desk in front of his intended seat. As though drawn to the food, he plopped down and eagerly grabbed at it, pulling on Elizabeth’s arm as he used two hands to unwrap the sandwich and shove it into his mouth. Elizabeth watched as he devoured every bit of his food and milk in a matter of moments, which told her everything she needed to know about him.

  “I’m Elizabeth Campbell. What’s your name?”

  “Danny Johnson,” he mumbled as he wiped at his mouth.

  “How old are you, Danny?”

  “Eighteen,” he answered while staring at a candy bowl that sat at the side of her desk.

  “Go ahead, help yourself.”

  Not needing to be told twice, he grabbed a handful of Skittles and popped them in his mouth. She was amazed at how fast he could eat.

  “When was the last time you ate, Danny?”

  He offered a shrug in response.

  “Do you have a place to live?”

  Refusing to make eye contact, he shook his head.

  “You want to tell me your story?”

  She could sense his mistrust, and she guessed it was a learned response.

  “Maybe I can help,” she said. “That’s what I do. I try to help people.”

  “I’ve never done that before.”

  “Done what?”

  “Tried to rob someone. I was just…” he choked out. “I was just hungry.”

  “Where are your parents?” she asked softly.

  Certain that her question was going to be his undoing, she squeezed his hand and held it, and she could feel his breath quicken.

  “They hate me.”

  “Why would you say that?”

  “Because that’s what they said.”

  Elizabeth sat quietly and tightened her grip on his hand.

  “I told them I’m gay,” he whispered as his lip quivered, and he began nervously playing with a small key that was intertwined into a braided rainbow-colored bracelet on his wrist.

  She moved away a lock of hair that dangled in his eyes so she could get a better look at him. “I’m sorry. Your parents were wrong.”

  Danny lifted his head unsure if she was mocking him.

  Elizabeth couldn’t imagine how an eighteen-year-old could face such rejection. A moment of panic passed through her as she thought of her own parents and how they would react if she told them about Grace. However, that was a dilemma for another day, and she refocused on the hurt teenager who sat beside her and looked at her with hope that he might have found a friend.

  “I’ll tell you what. I could use some help around here. How about a job?” She knew the clinic’s budget couldn’t afford another employee after she brought on Rosa Sanchez, her last client who found herself in need of a job, but she didn’t care. She would pay him out of her own salary if she had to.

  He nodded in acceptance, but she could sense the weight still resting on his shoulders at his immediate predicament.

  “And here.” She reached into the side pocket of her bag at her feet and pulled out her wallet.

  “Here is…” She counted out the cash. “Two hundred and forty dollars.”

  He eyed the money but hesitated. She suspected that he wasn’t accustomed to being treated so nicely, especially from a woman he nearly robbed.

  “Consider it an advance. It is enough to get a good meal, a motel nearby, and a new set of clothes. Oh, and a jacket,” she said in an afterthought. “Be here tomorrow at nine a.m. and we’ll work out the employment details and find you a more permanent place to stay. Sound like a deal?”

  He offered a watery smile and graciously accepted the money, shoving it into his pocket. Elizabeth was unsure if she would ever see him again, but if not, she still thought it was money well spent.

  She bent to replace the wallet in her bag, and it stuck to her hand. “Oh, this is just gross.” She turned to him. “Let’s go. I need to go to the bathroom.”

  Danny hesitated, but she gave him no choice but to follow as she dragged him out of her office behind her. Elizabeth pushed open the ladies’ room door, but it swung closed on him before he could make it through, and a thud could be heard as his body made contact with the wooden surface and Elizabeth was yanked backward. She pulled open the door and eyed him. “Come on, keep up.”

  She turned the water on full force and rubbed vigorously, yanking Danny back and forth with each movement. Satisfied that she had removed all the slimy disgustingness, she took the opportunity to stare at her reflection in the scarred mirror and ran her hands through the front of her hair, but the cuff on their joined hands snagged her dangling earring.

  “Shit,” she exclaimed, as the earring catapulted through the air followed by a delicate splash sound. “No, no, no.”

  She dashed into the stall and dropped to her knees, bringing Danny down with her, but she was too late to rescue her earring that slid down the porcelain tunnel. After hastily pushing up her sleeve, she jammed her free hand in the toilet, and Danny looked away in disgust. As she searched for the lost artifact, the bathroom door swung open.

  “Elizabeth,” Amy called out. “Are you in here?”

  Elizabeth held her breath and hoped she would go away, this not being a position she wanted to be caught in, but Danny’s snicker gave them away. Amy rounded the corner of the stall and stood over them.

  “Is there something I should know?” Amy asked accusingly with her hands on her hips.

  “My earring fell in and I tried to get it out, but now I’m stuck.”

  “Stuck you say…interes
ting,” Amy said as she scratched her head in fake consternation.

  “Would you stop enjoying this so much and help me get out.”

  “Well, I was watching this nature show, and when an animal gets its leg stuck in a trap, it chews it off.”

  Elizabeth offered a growl in response, but Danny was rather enjoying the exchange and ineffectively hid a snicker.

  “I’m not saying you should chew off your arm.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I have a nail file. I might take a while, but—”

  Amy’s thoughtful suggestion was interrupted by Rosa’s entrance, who was followed by Grace.

  Unsure of what to make of the sight, Rosa backed out of the room, still trying to adjust to the unusual American customs, leaving Grace to gawk at them.

  “What the hell?” Grace asked as she tried to decipher Elizabeth’s situation with one hand cuffed to a male stranger and the other stuck in a toilet. “I can’t even imagine how this happened,” she laughed.

  Thoroughly humiliated, Elizabeth tried to use her cuffed hand to cover her face, but Danny was not willing to cooperate.

  “Would you just uncuff us?” Elizabeth pleaded as Amy backed up to give Grace room and decided it was a good time to make her exit.

  “Please?”

  “Please,” Elizabeth barked.

  With a smirk firmly in place, Grace reached down and grabbed the chain between the cuffs and used the key to release its hold on them.

  “Thank God,” Danny murmured as he rubbed at the red mark around his wrist.

  But before Danny could make his escape, Grace towered over him. “Who are you?”

  “Let him be, Grace, and help me out of here.”

  Danny took the opportunity to scurry out of the bathroom, and Elizabeth was convinced that she would never see him again. And who would blame him?