Free Home to Whiskey Creek by Brenda Novak Page B

shoved away the memories of the June morning he heard his brother had been found. “That’s what I thought, too,” he said.
    “But...”
    He pulled a carton of orange juice from the fridge and shook it before offering some to Baxter.
    “No, thanks.” Baxter’s lip curled in disdain. “I wouldn’t drink from one of your glasses to save my life.”
    “Because you’re OCD.”
    “Because you barely rinse them before you use them again.”
    Just to bug him, Noah drank from the container. “Wasn’t enough for you, anyway,” he said, and tossed the empty carton across the kitchen and into the trash can.
    “Nice shot.” Baxter transferred a stack of dirty dishes to the sink before leaning against the counter. “Back to Adelaide Davies. How’d she get into the mine? And how did you find her?”
    “I was riding past the entrance when I heard a woman call for help.”
    “That must’ve freaked you out.”
    “Yeah. It was twilight and cooling off, so it’s an odd time to run into someone up there. I certainly wasn’t expecting to perform a rescue mission.”
    “That entrance is no longer sealed off?”
    “It is. This was an ancillary opening. Someone had torn away the boards and, after beating her up, threw her down into the hole.”
    Baxter blinked several times. “You’re kidding.”
    Noah could understand his surprise. Nothing like that ever happened in Whiskey Creek. There’d been rumors that Sophia DeBussi’s husband, the wealthy world-traveler Skip, knocked her around once in a while, but that was the only hint of violence that had occurred in recent years. “No. And get this...she’d been taken from her bed. ”
    “Kidnapped? That’s what she said?”
    “She didn’t have to say. It was obvious. She had rope burns. And she was in her underwear.”
    Baxter whistled. “That’s serious. How badly had she been beaten up?”
    “One eye was swollen shut, and she was all scraped and bruised.”
    “Who did it?”
    Noah shrugged. “Who knows?”
    Baxter pushed away from the counter. “Wait a second! When I stopped at the Gas-N-Go last night, I heard that Chief Stacy was asking about a woman who’d gone missing. It’s Milly Davies’s granddaughter, right?”
    “That’s right.”
    “ You found her?”
    “ I found her.”
    “Milly must be relieved. But—” he hesitated briefly “—had she been raped?”
    “Claims she wasn’t, and I’m inclined to believe her.”
    “Because...”
    “Her panties were...you know...on and intact.”
    Baxter looked baffled. “So...what was the point of taking her?”
    Noah sighed. “No idea. Maybe he intended to rape her, but she fought too hard and he gave up.”
    “Wow. After that welcome home, I bet she’s ready to leave town again.”
    “She can’t.”
    “Why not? She left before, didn’t she?” Baxter started cleaning up the kitchen, which he’d probably been itching to do from the second he got there.
    “Milly’s getting too old to run her restaurant. That’s the reason Addy came back.”
    “It’s a good thing you were there and that you heard her. The Jepson mine’s not stable. She could have...”
    He let his words trail off, but Noah knew what he’d been about to say.
    Instead of following up with a comment about Cody, Noah focused on the mundane. Avoidance was always easier than trying to cope with the loss he still felt. As far as he was concerned, that was private. “Stop doing my damn dishes!”
    “Why?”
    “Because it makes me feel like a slob.”
    “You are a slob,” Baxter joked, but there was no real energy or accusation in the statement. Noah could tell he was thinking about Cody. The three of them had been inseparable as children. Baxter wasn’t a stellar athlete, but he’d joined all the same teams Noah and Cody had been on, even if he didn’t get to play on game day.
    “Compared to you, ” he said. “You iron your sheets and underwear.”
    “Makes them feel great. You should try it sometime.”
    Noah rolled