Back Turn to Me
Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Half Title Page
  3. Books by Becky Wade
  4. Title Page
  5. Copyright Page
  6. Dedication
  7. Prologue
  8. CHAPTER ONE
  9. CHAPTER TWO
  10. CHAPTER THREE
  11. CHAPTER FOUR
  12. CHAPTER FIVE
  13. CHAPTER SIX
  14. CHAPTER SEVEN
  15. CHAPTER EIGHT
  16. CHAPTER NINE
  17. CHAPTER TEN
  18. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  19. CHAPTER TWELVE
  20. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  22. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  23. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  24. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  25. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  26. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  36. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY
  38. Epilogue
  39. Discussion Questions
  40. About the Author
  41. Back Ads
  42. Back Cover

“Even when it’s cold, I love it out here.” She went to stand at the edge of her deck. “I practically live in my backyard when the weather’s nice.”

He came to a stop next to her, but not too near.

“Misty River runs right through my property,” she said. “You’ll have to come back in daylight so that you can see how pretty it is.” Wind lifted the edges of her hair. “Listen.”

He heard water rushing over rocks.

“Beautiful, eh?”

He made an affirmative noise.

One minute expanded into the next. “Would you like to see the first treasure hunt clue?” she asked.

“Yes.”

She pulled a piece of paper and a photo from the pocket of the robe and handed them over. He had just enough light to read the note and study the picture.

“The photo was taken,” she said, “at the house where I was raised.”

“Which is where?”

“Near Hartwell. It takes me a little over an hour to drive there.”

“Who owns the house now?”

“I do. Dad kept it while he was in prison. Then I inherited it.”

“‘For the next clue,’” he read aloud, “‘return to your roots and to the place shown in the photo.’”

“Yep.”

“He doesn’t say where to look once you return there.”

“I’m guessing that the setting of the photo is a clue. Knowing him, he’s hidden the next envelope in the bookcase you see there. Or maybe it’s taped to the underside of the coffee table. Or the rug.”

“When can we go?”

“I’ll have to juggle my schedule a bit, but I might be able to leave work a few hours early on Thursday afternoon.”

He’d have preferred they drive there now, tonight. But she’d made it clear that she didn’t want him to rush her. “Okay. Do you have a safe here at the house?”

“No.”

“I’ll buy one for you. Then you can keep this and everything else that has to do with the treasure hunt inside.”

“You think that’s necessary?”

“I’m not sure. I only know that I probably won’t regret it if we’re too careful. But I might regret it if we’re not careful enough.”

She blinked at him.

“Which reminds me,” he said, “before I go tonight, I’d like to take a look at your security.”

“No problem.”

“Do you have an alarm system?”