Emily’s phone rang and she was immediately the focus of all eyes on the court. She’d been warned ahead of time that cell phones weren’t allowed. But she was waiting for a report from Warren & Warren Investigations about exactly where Riley was in Hong Kong, so she’d left it on.
Emily rose and said to everyone on the court, “I’m so sorry.” She answered the phone to stop it ringing, said, “I’ll be with you in a moment,” into the phone, then held it against her chest as she said, “Please excuse me, Your Grace. I’ve been waiting for a call—”
“Of course, Emily,” the duchess said. “No need to explain. Go.”
Emily left the stands, moving so hurriedly she was afraid she’d trip and go sprawling. She stopped away from the court, in the shade of a palm tree, and said breathlessly, “Emily Sheldon speaking.”
“Emily?”
The voice sounded familiar. But the phone number wasn’t. “Lydia? Is that you?”
The girl on the other end of the line sobbed. “I’m in trouble, Emily.”
“Where are you, Lydia? Are you all right? Do you need help?”
“No one can help.”
Emily felt a shiver run down her spine. She looked back at Her Grace, who would be devastated if anything happened to her youngest child. Then she thought of the one person she was certain could help, if anyone could. “I’ll call Oliver and—”
“Not Oliver!” Lydia cried. “I don’t want him to know.”
“Calm down,” Emily said. “I won’t contact Oliver, if you don’t want me to. Tell me where you are.”
“Rome,” Lydia said.
“Are you in danger?”
“Not exactly,” Lydia said.
“What does that mean?” Emily asked. She had only a few hours left before their flight to Hong Kong to resolve Lydia’s problem, whatever it was. She didn’t want to involve—and upset—the duchess. Despite the feelings she knew Her Grace’s children had toward their mother, Emily loved her employer. And it was her job to keep the duchess’s life as stress-free as possible.
Emily’s British accent was clipped as she asked, “Are you in danger, Lydia? Or aren’t you?”
Lydia half sobbed, half laughed and said, “Only from Mother. She’s going to kill me when she finds out what I’ve done.”
“The duchess loves you, Lydia. There’s nothing you can do that she won’t forgive.”
“Really?” Lydia said. “What do you think she’ll say when she finds out I’ve lost the Ghost of Ali Pasha.”
Emily felt all the breath leave her in a whoosh. She couldn’t draw another breath for a moment, in order to speak, so she remained mute.
“Emily? Are you still there?”
“What happened?” Emily managed to say at last.
“I lied to Oliver and told him I had Mother’s permission to borrow the Ghost of Ali Pasha, so he arranged to have it delivered to me. I wore it to a charity ball last evening. During the night, someone stole the necklace from my hotel room.”
“You didn’t have it in a safe?” Emily asked, not believing how irresponsibly Lydia had acted with what was a priceless piece of jewelry.
“I got back to my hotel room late. I thought—”
“Never mind,” Emily said, her mind racing. The loss was incalculable. Far worse was the pain Lydia was going to cause Her Grace, because of her deceit. “How long has the necklace been missing?” The longer the necklace was gone, the harder it would be to recover.
“I’m not quite sure. I didn’t wake up until almost noon Rome time. I don’t know what woke me up. I looked for the necklace on the table beside the bed, but it wasn’t there, or around my neck—or anywhere! I couldn’t believe it at first. I’ve looked for what feels like hours,” she said in a distraught voice. “It isn’t here.”
“I wish you’d called me sooner,” Emily said. “Maybe, if the search for the thief began immediately, there might be some hope of recovering the necklace before its loss was discovered by Her Grace. Please let me call Oliver—”
“No!” Lydia cried. “Please, please, Emily. Don’t tell Oliver. He thought I had Mother’s permission to borrow the necklace. He’s the one who arranged to have it sent to me from the vault at Blackthorne Abbey. He’ll get in trouble, too. I don’t want him to know I lost it like this. Once I find it, I can apologize to Mother—and to Oliver—for being so careless. But not until then.”
Emily made a command decision. “All right. I’m going to call someone to come and help you find the necklace. His name is Sam Warren. He’s a private investigator from Dallas. He’s the very best, Lydia. He should be there early tomorrow morning. You can stop worrying, Lydia. If Sam can’t find the Ghost of Ali Pasha, it can’t be found.”
Lydia moaned.
Emily gave a shaky laugh. “What I meant to say is that Sam will find it. He’s never failed on a mission yet.”
“Thanks, Emily. Let me know when his flight is arriving and I’ll go meet it.”
“Oh, I don’t think Sam will want your help, Lydia.” Or accept it, she thought.
“He doesn’t have a choice,” Lydia said. “I lost the necklace. And I intend to be there when it’s found.”
Dear Reader,
Welcome to the world of the Benedict Brothers! You met the American branch of the Benedicts in Outcast. In Invincible I’ve introduced the British branch of the family. I hope you come along for the ride as I explore the adventures of both families. Next up is Lydia’s story, Unforgettable. I can’t wait to see what kind of trouble the youngest Benedict gets into as she tries to find the stolen Ghost of Ali Pasha!
Meanwhile, if you’d like to read more about the historical Dukes of Blackthorne, look for my Captive Hearts series, Captive, After the Kiss, The Bodyguard and The Bridegroom, already in stores. If you want to read more about the modern-day Blackthornes in Texas, check out The Cowboy, The Texan and The Loner. There are fifty Joan Johnston novels and novellas out there to choose from, so have fun!
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I want to thank Angela Bell, public affairs specialist in the Office of Public Affairs, Federal Bureau of Investigation, for her invaluable help with information relating to the FBI. If Kristin Lassiter seemed like the real thing, it’s all due to Angela. Any mistakes are mine.
I owe a great debt of gratitude to my friend Sally Schoeneweiss, who is always there to talk me through the hard parts. She keeps my books front and center through her public relations firm, Talk Ink, Inc. You can find her work on my website, www.joanjohnston.com.
Thanks to Caroline Applegate, whom I met on a plane on the way back from the Kentucky Derby. Caroline lost her husband to heart failure and shared facts about his illness that helped me to make Bella’s heart failure more believable.
Last, but by no means least, I want to thank the team at Harlequin Books and MIRA Books, who take such good care of all their authors while making each one feel special, including Donna Hayes, Loriana Sacilotto, Craig Swinwood, Valerie Gray, Margie Miller, Margaret O’Neill Marbury and Linda McFall (my fabulous editor). Thank you all for the “just flat gorgeous” cover you created for Invincible!
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