Page 57 of Capturing You
And if he learned she’d discovered his lies, would he boot her from his property?
Or worse?
* * *
A few minutes later,Brooklynn was setting up the laptop at a small writing desk in the family room when Ford stepped into the doorway.
“I wanted to ask who the other people were who looked for you or called you at your shop yesterday morning?”
“Let’s see.” Brooklynn thought back to her conversation with Jewel. “Ian Prescott. He’s the mayor.”
“Tell me about him.”
She wasn’t sure what Ford wanted to know. “He’s about my height and always wears a suit, even in the summer.”
By the way Ford crossed his arms, that wasn’t the sort of information he wanted.
Not that she could offer much more. “He’s an attorney. His parents were solidly middle-class, but he’s got a lot of money.”
“From where?”
“His work, I assume. Maury—historian, Realtor—told me he paid full price for a house on the hill.”
“Which hill?”
“You know, that hill overlooking town. I always call it Sam’s hill because my cousin Sam lives up there. The houses up there have great views, and Maury said Ian bought one of those. I get the feeling he has higher political aspirations than to be the mayor of a small town.”
“Why?”
“I guess because he’s already the mayor, but he still acts like he’s campaigning. Lots of handshaking and baby-kissing, you know?”
“What did he want?”
“To ask me about Old Home Days.”
“That project’s keeping you busy.”
“You have no idea.” It was killing her. The committee had nominated her to organize the booths, and she’d been foolishly pleased, as if it meant they trusted her. Now, she understood it wasn’t that at all. Nobody wanted to deal with the booths because it meant dealing with every single business owner in town.
“What did he want to know?” Ford asked.
“No idea. I called him back this morning, but he hasn’t returned my call.”
“Is he always so involved?”
She couldn’t figure out where this conversation was going. “This is the first time I’ve ever worked on the event, so?—”
“I’m asking if he’s called you a lot this year?”
“This was the first time.”
Ford nodded. Maybe his frown deepened a little, but it was hard to tell, seeing as how he was always frowning.
He was a handsome man. How much more handsome would he be if he’d ever learn to smile?
“Anyone else?”
“Owen Stratton.”
