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This is great. Cash Grier spoke for the other men as he read through the documentation. This is
enough evidence to shut down one of the biggest pipelines of illicit drugs in south Texas.
We can certainly use it, Cobb agreed.
Amen. Hayes smiled at Ivy. Rachel made up for a lot with this, he said. Regardless of her
motive.
Ivy wondered about that motive. She didn t say it aloud, but she had a feeling that Rachel had been
blackmailing somebody. She probably never expected to die, or to have played a big part in shutting
down the drug trade in Jacobs County. It was the one noble act of Rachel s life.
It was decided that Ivy would stay at Minette s house. When she packed up her few things and told Mrs.
Brown and Lita what was going on, they both tried to get her to stay.
I have my father s old shotgun, Mrs. Brown said.
I m not afraid of drug dealers, Lita added.
I know that, but it s going to take professionals to keep this from escalating, Ivy told them. I don t
want either of you in danger. Okay?
They agreed, reluctantly.
Ivy left Rachel s ashes in her room for the time being. Once the fear of retribution from Rachel s
boyfriend was past, she could take care of the funeral.
She was given a room next to Minette s, and she became part of the family overnight. Aunt Sarah, a
tiny little woman with white hair, was a live wire. The children had sweet, loving natures. Minette had
a wicked sense of humor.
I m surprised that Hayes would bring you here, she commented over steak and biscuits. He really
hates me.
Maybe that s why, Ivy chuckled. He seems to think I might be a target. She shook her head.
If anything happened to the kids, she added worriedly.
Don t you worry, Minette assured her. We have Marsh Bailey out in the bunkhouse. He was an
IPSIC shooter. That s pistol competition, she clarified. He worked for the U.S. Marshal s Service,
and he never misses. God help the outlaw who shows up here uninvited.
I hope he won t, Ivy said. But Rachel s boyfriend has more to lose than most people. He might
figure out that I have the journal she left, and come after me.
I don t think he s that stupid, Minette ventured, sipping coffee. Her soft eyes pinned Ivy s across the
supper table. Think about it. There s a journal floating around that has names and addresses and the
potential to explode the local drug trade. You don t know who s got it or where it is, but you know
you ll get blamed if the authorities find it. Would you walk into the arena, or would you run for your
life?
Ivy felt better. You know, she said, I think I d run.
Minette smiled. I think I would, too.
For the next two days, Ivy stayed with the Raynors. She got her ledgers from the boardinghouse and
drove her little VW back to Minette s house. Hayes came by to check on her and mentioned that they d
heard nothing from their informants about the NewYork connection to the drug trade. However, he
did say that the baker had been arrested and charged with drug trafficking. Julie Merrill was still on
the loose, however, and nobody, including her father, had any idea where she d gone.
We did phone the Brooklyn precinct that worked your sister s death, he added. It seems that her
boyfriend was involved in an accident yesterday. He s in the hospital and not expected to live.
What happened to him? she exclaimed.
It seems he walked into an elevator shaft in his own apartment building, Hayes told her. There
were two eyewitnesses. They have mob ties, of course. The word on the street is that Smith was trying
to trespass on another drug dealer s territory.
Tough, Ivy said, without any real regret. The man who d helped Rachel feed her habit had gone the
same way she had. It was a fitting sort of end. She said so.
I have to agree.
Then, do you think I could go home? she ventured.
He hesitated. I can t stop you. Smith won t be a problem, but there are some shadowy members of the
drug cartel still on the loose. You won t know who they are.
I have an answer to that, she replied.
What?
Let Minette do a story about the Jacobsville drug link and say that all Rachel s records are now in the
hands of law enforcement, she suggested. That should put a kink in their operation and keep them
out of Jacobsville.
He began to smile. I like the way you think. Okay. I ll talk to her about it.
And I can go home? I still have Rachel s funeral to arrange.
He nodded. Go ahead. If you need me, you know where I am.
Yes, I do. Thanks, Hayes.
No problem.
She did go back to the boardinghouse, but she was nervous, even under the circumstances. She didn t
want to endanger Mrs. Brown and Lita. On the other hand, she hadn t felt right about endangering
Minette s young siblings. If only Stuart was still speaking to her. She agonized over his defection to
the pretty debutante. He d just dropped Ivy like a rock, and when she needed him most. If she only
knew why!
The next day, she drove out to the cemetery, where the funeral home director and his assistant were
waiting. The trees were all bare. It was a gray day. It was misting rain as well. It looked such a forlorn
place with the cold wind whipping Ivy s hair around.
A small grave had been dug next to her father s, to receive Rachel s urn. There wasn t anyone there
except herself. She had thought of putting the obituary notice in the paper, but Rachel had left plenty
of enemies in Jacobsville, and few friends.
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