"Shadow Game" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feehan Christine)

should have noticed the moment he had touched her connection with her father.
Until she learned more about what was going on, she couldn't afford telepathic
contact with anyone. Not even someone who saved her life. Especially not Ryland
Miller, who would have his own agenda and who blamed her father for his present
circumstances. Lily shivered and pressed a hand to her aching heart. She had to
use her brain and figure out what was happening and who was responsible for
murdering her father. Her grief was so strong she could barely think with the
pain, but it wouldn't help her. The raw, ugly wound must be pushed aside to
allow her brain room to maneuver.
She didn't want to remember the last heated exchange between her father and
Ryland Miller but it was impossible to ignore. It hadn't been pleasant. Captain
Miller hadn't exactly threatened Peter Whitney, but he didn't have to put it in
words. He exuded power and his very demeanor was a threat. It was obvious her
father wanted Miller freed, but she simply didn't have enough information to be
able to judge who was her enemy. The colonel had obviously disagreed with her
father on whatever experiment was being secretly conducted in the Donovans
laboratory.
Resolutely Lily sank back and stared into the flames. She couldn't trust anyone
in the house or at work, which meant she couldn't admit to knowledge of her
father's death. She had never been much of an actress, yet she would be forced
to play a part while she kept her promise to her father. She had no evidence
that anyone at Donovans was guilty. The police wouldn't believe she had a
psychic experience that had connected her to her father as he was dying. What
were her options?
Standing up was difficult. She felt as if a great weight was pressing her down
and her legs were shaky. She had to clean out the brass kindling bucket. There
could be no evidence that anything unusual had happened. She made her way to the
nearest bathroom, grateful there were so few people in her huge home. Who could
be the traitor her father had warned her of?
Rosa? Beloved Rosa? She couldn't remember a time when Rosa Cabreras wasn't in
her life. Always there to comfort, converse, talk about all the things young
girls want to talk about. Lily had never missed having a mother because Rosa was
always there with her. Rosa lived and worked in the house, was completely
devoted to Peter and Lily Whitney. It couldn't be Rosa. Lily dismissed the
possibility at once.
John Brimslow? He had been with Peter Whitney even longer than Rosa. His
official job was chauffeur, but only because he had insisted on the jaunty cap
and wanted to be able to order the cars and care for them as he cared for the
estate. He lived and worked his life there on the Whitney estate and had been
the closest thing to family and friend that Peter had aside from Lily.
The only other permanent resident living inside the house was Arly Baker. Arly
was in his fifties, a tall thin man with a domed head and thick glasses. A true
geek, or nerd, as he proudly referred to himself. He kept the estate up-to-date
in every type of gadget and gizmo known to man. He was responsible for the
security and electronics. He had been Lily's best friend and confidant growing
up, the one with whom she chose to. discuss every important idea she had. He had
taught her to take things apart and put them back together and helped her build
her first computer. Arly was more like her uncle, or brother. Family. It
couldn't possibly be Arly.
Lily ran her hands through her thick mass of sable-colored hair, sending the