Chapter 57

“Paul,” she whispered, her voice carrying in the quiet air. “Where’s Ford?”

Paul motioned vaguely in front of them, but that hardly answered her question. Apprehension squeezed her heart. What if this was all a trap? What if he was leading her to her death? But how could he do that? He seemed like such a sweet boy…

And Elsie had seemed like a sweet woman. And Reid had seemed like such a good man. And Ben had seemed so trustworthy, wearing his shiny, gold star. When would she learn that things were not as they seemed at Dead Man’s Corner? Even now, she was far too trusting. Eliza cursed herself for being a fool. One sad story, a pair of confused eyes, and a boy’s soft face had tricked her into letting down her guard.

Eliza was getting mighty tired of being taken for a fool.