The slow moving figure that rose from the tailgate of the rickety black truck, the moment her tires hit the soft shoulder of the road, carried no resemblance of the eighty-year-old man Mr. Becksted had said would meet them. Praying she hadn't taken the wrong cut off Emma hesitated before rolling down the window. The valley had been so beautiful from the lofty spot at the top of the mountain pass, were she had stopped to overlook her Grandmother great secret, she had lost track of time. If in fact she was lost, the real caretaker may soon give up hope of her coming, and the secret Chatterton Estate will have to wait another day to be found.
"Thought I might have to come up and get you there for a minute." His deep voice rattled recklessly her empty stomach, but her anticipated arrival was soothing to her wondering soul.
"You're Mr. Mason I presume.” Emma felt her voice fell short of hospitable, but after a nearly six-hour drive, during which she had spoken mostly to herself, she felt it understandable. What was not was the way her trembling fingers was unable to snap the seat belt free from across her chest.
"And you must be Mrs. Haager’s daughter." His horse voice fell silent the moment she adjusted to look up at him. “NO” , his heart cried silently.