last couple of days and had begun to wonder if it had really been an accident, or if Trevor Ward had been involved. She remembered seeing him standing at the bottom of the stairs as she fell, and doing nothing to help her. Even once she had quit falling, he had just stood there staring at her, and when other help arrived, he had slipped away without saying a word.
At the time, she had been hurting and not sure if she’d broken a bone or two. After a quick trip to the emergency room, she had been released into David’s custody and cautioned about doing anything too strenuous for the next week or so while her bruises healed.
Drawing upon the anger and hurt he could see on her face, he felt on her behalf for the betrayal she had suffered, and turned himself around to locate the number of his FBI contact. Making the call, he proceeded to start the process of finding out all he could about Sara’s former boss. There was no way she would ever work for this man again.
Sara tried to maintain sitting upright, but she was so tired. The urge to allow herself to lie down on the couch eventually won out and she found herself curled up on the couch slipping into a peaceful sleep. Knowing that someone else out there believed her story and was willing to try and help her had lifted a huge burden from her shoulders and eased the incredible tension she had lived with for the last two days.
Chapter 5
Trent made his calls and then phoned his aunt. Jane Trowler had lived with Trent since before he graduated from high school. Her husband had been killed fighting the war against terrorism in Afghanistan, and his parents had offered her a home after the funeral. As a military wife, Jane and her husband had lived in base housing, but upon his death, she had been given no choice but to leave the base and find another place to live.
Jane had married Kenneth right out of high school, so the Marines were the only married life she had ever known. Trent’s mother welcomed her sister into their home and made her a part of their family.
When Trent had moved back to Castle Peaks, he had bought his parent’s home from them. They had decided to spend their retirement years traveling the globe and visiting all of the places they had only read about. Currently, they were somewhere in the South Pacific Ocean headed for Fiji.
Trent had insisted that Jane remain in the house after she had insisted upon leaving. They had finally compromised and she had taken the job as his housekeeper and cook. Trent didn’t mind and was happy with the arrangement. Jane had her own studio apartment behind the main house and they got along great.
“Hey Jane, it’s Trent.”
“Trent, the weather looks like it’s going to get bad. Are you planning on coming home for dinner?”
“Yeah, I’m getting ready to leave now. I’m bringing a houseguest with me and was wondering if you could get the downstairs bedroom ready for her?”
“Her?” Jane questioned, not sure if she had heard her nephew correctly. In all of the years she had lived with Trent, he had never brought a woman to the house.
“It’s a long story, but suffice it to say that she remains my guest until I get some answers. She’s in trouble and pretty sick. Dr. Baker saw her earlier this afternoon and put her on some antibiotics, but she needs to get some rest.”
“Oh my, I’ll go make up the bedroom right now. Do you think she’ll be up for dinner this evening?”
“I think so. She needs to keep her strength up and get plenty of fluids until she gets this bug out of her system.”
“Okay. You bring her home and I’ll make sure and give her some extra attention.”
“Thanks. I knew I could count on you.”
“Always. Now, get home.”
Chuckling, Trent answered, “Yes Ma’am,” and hung up the phone. He heard his aunt begin to correct him at his use of the term, Ma’am. She hated it and said it made her