She studied him a moment before she smiled. “Thank you, Seth. It’s easy to say we can let the past go, but it’s really hard to do. I know you’re only doing this because you promised Uncle Dan you’d take care of me, but I appreciate it.”
He bit down on his lip and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. “I’ll call Captain Wilson and tell him I’m taking you to my mother’s house. I don’t think there’s any reason for you to stay around here any longer.”
A few minutes later with the message delivered to the captain, the two of them walked back to Seth’s car. He opened the passenger door for Callie and held it for her to climb inside. Before she did, she turned her head and stared over her shoulder at the still-burning fire. He heard a little sob in her throat before she ducked her head and got in.
When he slid behind the steering wheel, he glanced at her. She stared straight ahead through the windshield for a moment before she swiveled in her seat and faced him.
“I’ve always loved my uncle, but tonight when he was almost taken from me twice, I realized how thankful I should have been all these years for a man who devoted his life to me. I feel so ashamed, Seth, for accepting everything he did for me without letting him know how thankful I was for him.”
“You shouldn’t. Dan wouldn’t want that.”
“He wouldn’t, because that’s the kind of person he is. How many people are there who would spend all those years raising their niece or looking for the elusive answers to the identity of a murder victim?”
Seth rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled. “Not many, but then Dan’s not like other people.”
“He’s not. And one thing about him that I tried to ignore but shouldn’t have is that he was always a cop at heart, just like my dad.” She sighed. “I’ve been thinking about what Anthony said about me being able to stand up to the bad guys like my father and uncle did.”
“Why have you thought about that?”
“Because I never thought my temperament was anything like my father’s or Uncle Dan’s. I’m a lot like my mother. She was a very quiet woman. She never forced herself on anyone, and she was quick to ignore things people did to hurt her. Up to a certain point, that is. She would let harsh words or insults go for a while, but then she reached her breaking point. When that happened, I pitied the person she focused her anger on. It was like a dam broke, and all her pent-up emotions poured out.”
“And you say you’re like that, too?” Seth asked.
She nodded. “Maybe not as much as she was, but to some extent. Not many hours ago I flew into Memphis ready to go on a Hawaiian vacation with my uncle, who was about to retire. Within minutes, we were shot at, trapped in a wrecked vehicle and transported in an ambulance. My uncle then endured extensive surgery, was hooked up to life-saving machines and then nearly smothered by an assailant. That was quite enough, but someone wasn’t through. He then attempted to murder me and burned down our house in the process, leaving Uncle Dan with no worldly possessions left. I think that’s quite enough to exceed my breaking point, too.”
Seth frowned. “I don’t understand what you’re saying, Callie.”
She took a deep breath. “I’m saying that because I was there, I’m now on their list, too. Somebody tried to kill me in the wreck and then in the house—not to mention Scarface nearly shooting me before the marshal interrupted.” She gritted her teeth and glared at him. “No way am I going to let these people get away with all they’ve done to my family. Whoever is behind all this has to be stopped. We need to find out who these people are and why they want to kill Uncle Dan and now me. And in finding them, we just might be able to discover Hope’s identity and why someone doesn’t want it revealed.”