“Who’s Kam Reardon?” Francesca asked. She quirked her eyebrows up in an expectant gesture when neither man spoke. “Well?”

“He’s a wild man who lives on the estate,” Ian answered flatly.

“He’s our half brother,” Lucien added.

Francesca froze in the process of chewing some potato. Ian stood abruptly, startling her. He was such a big man, but he moved with fast, razor precision at times. “I’m going to look for the underground entrance. I’m dead set to talk to Reardon. He’s got to know plenty about Gaines, if he lived here his whole life. There’s still a little light left to search,” he told Lucien.

Lucien stood as well. “I’m coming with you. Reardon doesn’t sound like the type to be too thrilled at the idea of anyone poking into his den.”

Francesca set down her plate and got up. “I’m going, too.” She ignored Ian’s fiery, furious glance. “I’m the one who saw where the entrance was,” she said. “It’ll be tomorrow morning if you go looking for it by stomping up and down every square inch of land at the side of the road.”

She headed toward the front door, praying Ian would cooperate for once in his life and follow her.

Chapter Fifteen

It took a little doing to find the spot. Darkness was falling, especially under the cover of the trees, even as skeletal as the limbs were with winter upon them. Thankfully, Ian had grabbed a powerful flashlight on the way out. Francesca led them to the general vicinity of where she thought she’d seen the “half man,” recalling a singularly shaped stump of a tree that she’d almost run into in her shock upon seeing the unlikely vision.

There was barely any light left by the time Ian paused, pushing his foot down several times on the ground. Francesca heard a hollow, thumping noise.

“This is it,” Ian said, his gruff voice in the cold, still air causing a shiver to course down her spine. She and Lucien drew near the flashlight and Ian’s shadowed form. He knelt and moved his hand over the dead leaves, his gloved fingers seeming to stick on something.

“Back up a bit,” he instructed. Lucien and she stepped back, and he lifted. The forest floor opened like a two-by-three-foot lid. Ian pointed the flashlight downward, revealing a dark hole and a wooden ladder. Francesca could barely make out his shadowed face as he peered downward, but she saw that he was scowling. He flashed a glance at her, and she knew he was deliberating on how best to proceed . . . undoubtedly wishing she wasn’t there so he didn’t have to worry about her.

“I’ll go first, and call up to you if I think the coast is clear,” he told Lucien.

“We’re going with you, Ian. We’re not going to stand up here in the freezing cold with no light,” Francesca stated.

Ian gave her a repressive glance. Without another word, he shoved the flashlight in Lucien’s direction and lowered into the hole.

* * *

“Holy Jesus,” Lucien muttered in awe several minutes later. The three of them stood at the mouth of a large underground chamber that was lit by electrical lamps. The room had been at the end of a long tunnel, the floor earthen, the walls reinforced by wooden timbers. After only several seconds of being underground, they’d been able to see the light in the far distance and follow it unerringly.

“What is it all?” Francesca muttered dubiously, staring at table after table filled with odd, intricate mechanical devices, computers, and scattered tools. Many of the devices were moving, tiny metal cogs spinning, pendulums swinging. The sound of dozens of muted ticking noises resounded in the silence. Some of the mechanisms were large, but one table near them held tiny metal objects and delicate tools along with an electrical magnifying-type lens that reminded Francesca of something she’d seen in an eye doctor’s office.

“They’re all clockwork mechanisms, aren’t they?” Lucien asked, approaching one of the tables and examining its contents in fascination.

“Different types of escapements,” Ian said. Francesca looked at him in bewilderment. “The basic mechanism of a clock or watch. There are different kinds,” Ian said, peering around the room. “Gaines was considered to be a mechanical genius. He patented several electronic and mechanical devices, many of them associated with clockworks. Reardon has stolen a lot of this from Gaines’s workshop, I think. But I don’t understand some of these things. It’s like something I’ve never seen before—”

“I didn’t steal anything!” Francesca jumped at the harsh male shout. “He left it to me. Left me that house you say belongs to you, too, only I didn’t have the tax money and they took it from me,” a deep, rough voice rang out from the shadows at the far end of the room. Francesca started at the vision of a tall, broad-shouldered figure coming at them with alarming speed. He was carrying a shotgun. Ian moved in front of Francesca, so that she had to look around his arm to see. She heard the innocuous, cheerful sound of eager paws and tinkling metal. She glanced down in amazement when a beautiful, well-groomed golden retriever approached her and Ian’s legs and sniffed at them with friendly interest. There was a small, sophisticated-looking electronic device strapped on the dog’s right leg. It looked, oddly enough, like a very expensive watch.

“Get back Angus,” the man bellowed, startling Francesca. Kam Reardon’s face was twisted in a fury. He paused when he noticed her peering around Ian, his frown fading. His light gray eyes ran over her face. Ian seemed to sense him studying her, because he put his hand back on her hip and pushed, urging her farther behind him.




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