The Hurst's Secret
t-paced whirl of her car. She found herself qu
r guardian until tragically passing away in a car acc
t. But the woman had still been family, and her sudden death had always seemed too convenient, too clean.
rence. She had begun to investigate, and recently received information from an eyewitness. However, with her busy schedu
dn't shake the feeling that it might b
t of New Orleans, she could almost hear
e to heed reasoning, but that died the mome
voice of
ity she was enjoying. She picked up the call
r to now?" Natalie's sc
She retorted. "I jus
, Emily Rae Hurst and I can assu
Natalie's care for her, in moments like t
How many times have I told you to carry me along? Do
ily snapped and realizing the
because she didn't even sound fazed at the statem
New Orleans," Emily re
clue relating to your
n remembering Nat couldn'
n with me. You can at least do that, right? If you don't com
despite herse
again and remember that there's s
hung up. Natalie knew just wh
to make it back in time for work but s
close to four hours when sh
wheel as she brought the car to a
ore Emily. The tired creak of her car door echoed into the quiet night
chipped paint and sagging steps, seemed out o
s the gentle rustling of the wind through the nearby trees, and the occasional creak of the wooden porch as it shifted under its
her knew this visit was risky, maybe even foolish, but the unanswered questions gnawing at her mind had driven her here. If t
uth but after witnessing another case closed like it didn't matt
g the detective since the detective also had a ro
ugh the quiet night, and for a brief moment, Emily feared no one would answer. But then
uded with age, were sharp and cautious as they settled on her. Emily had expected him to lo
s voice was gruff, t
her voice wavering slightl
ted, his eyes narrowing.
ed. "She w
n. "I figured someone from her family might come around
l to be off the front porch. The interior of the house was clutt
kled in the hearth. He motioned for her to sit on a worn-o
eyeing her carefully, "what bring
nto my aunt's death. It's always bothered me that it was ruled an accident,
sion unreadable. "And now you wan
in something dangerous, something that got her killed. But I don't kn
fixed on the fire. When he finally spoke, his
. Clara was mixed up in something, something she couldn't get out of. The night she died, I
is was the first she'd heard of any mee
e accident happened. She was jittery, looking over her shoulder like she thought someone was follow
rammed into hers, sending it off the road and into the river. I tried to get to her, but
own her spine. "And you didn'
as just an old drunk who didn't know what he was talking about. They found
fists. "But you know she was
s frustration boiling over. "But the police didn't
Kennedy, but she'd been killed before she could say anything. And whoever w
t who was driving the
re were people Clara was involved with, dangerous people.
as she moved even closer to Kenn
ory. "Clara and I had been friends for as long as I can remember
ain until she suddenly showed up at my house one fine afternoon and informed me that
t squeeze at the me
at he left behind. I tried to discourage her but she insisted on finding the source of your father's
ch for her brother and her but knowing that she was only after the wealt
ennedy." She managed to mutter
arents' death find out that you are trying to unveil them, they won'
had to tread carefully. But she couldn't back down-not now, not
id quietly. "For te
han ever. "Just be careful, kid. I'd hate to s
matter what it takes." She said
while his expression remained somber
ign ignorance and move on with my life." She clenched her fist.
pped the door knob. She raised an eyebrow at that but she continued to speak. "My
gaze. He let out a sigh as he stepped away from th
rs perked
another." He started. "In fact, I promised not to tell anybody els
dn't just tu
ed silent for
ldn't be here if it was but somebody else having this information didn't sit r
Hurst to come by these parts, about a year a