Examining them now fell under the heading of "searching for clues". The book he removed from the bottom of the box contained the most recent entries. A good place to start. By the time he'd worked his way back to the first entries Lucinda had written as a young girl he knew she'd sent her granddaughter to Blue Sky to be a thorn in the Moreno family’s side. Did Callie know how she'd been manipulated? If she did, she'd earned good marks for her acting ability. If not, she was in for a major disappointment. Three days after his brief conversation with Charlie Gunn, Luc set aside his doubts about Callie when he found her battered and barely coherent, cowering on the side of the road nearly ten miles north of town. With a finger beneath her chin he raised her face. “What happened?” She struggled for words, her confusion plain, even in the darkness. With gentle hands, he drew her to her feet and put an arm around her. “What are you doing here?” She remained silent. “Let’s get you into the pickup, querida.”
