When LuAnn broke the surface again she wasn’t alone. She gripped Riggs tightly around the chest as the current swept them along. He gagged and spit up water as his lungs struggled to function again. She tried to swim cross-current but was making little progress. She was freezing. In another minute hypothermia could well incapacitate her. Riggs was sheer dead weight, and she felt her strength fading. She scissored her legs around his upper torso, angling just enough that his face was above the water’s surface. She kept putting pressure on his stomach, making his diaphragm kick up and down, helping him clear his lungs.
She looked desperately behind her, searching for some way out. Her eyes fell upon a fallen tree, and, more important, the thick branch that was suspended partially out over the water. It would be close. She readied herself, gauging the distance and height. She tensed her legs around Riggs and then made her lunge. Her hands closed around the branch and held. She raised herself up. She and Riggs were now partially out of the water. She tried to pull herself up more, but couldn’t; Riggs was too heavy. She looked down and saw him staring at her, his breath coming in short gasps. Then she watched horrified as he started to unwrap her legs from around him.
“Matthew, don’t! Please!”
Through blue lips that moved in a painfully slow manner he said, “We’re not going to both die, LuAnn.” He pushed her legs again and she was now fighting him and the current and the weary ache in her limbs as the numbing cold settled deeply within her. Her lips were trembling with both rage and helplessness. She looked down at him again as he tried desperately to free himself, to rid her of the burden. She could simply let go, fall with him, but what about Lisa? She had seconds to make a choice, but then she didn’t have to. For the first time in her life, her strength failed, and her grip was broken. She started to plummet downward.
The thick arm that clamped around her body ended her fall and the next thing she felt was herself and Riggs being lifted completely out of the water.
She cocked her head back and her eyes fell upon his face.
Straddling the tree trunk, Charlie, bad arm and all, grunted and grimaced and finally pulled them safely to a narrow dirt bank where they all three collapsed, the water inches from them. LuAnn’s legs were still locked in a death grip around Riggs. She lay back, her head on Charlie’s chest, which was heaving mightily from his efforts. LuAnn slid her right hand down to Riggs, who took it, laying it against his cheek. Her left hand went up and gripped Charlie’s shoulder. He covered her hand with his. None of them said a word.
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
Well, it’s all done,” Riggs said, gingerly hanging up the phone. They were in his home office, LuAnn, Charlie, and Lisa. A gentle snow was falling outside. Christmas was rapidly closing in.
“So what’s the bottom line?” LuAnn asked.
LuAnn and Charlie were healed. Riggs was out of his sling, and the cast he had had to wear to mend the bone Jackson’s bullet had broken had recently been removed as well. He still moved slowly, though.
“Not great. The IRS finished its calculations of the back taxes you owed, penalties and interest all compounded for the last eight or so years.”
“And?”
“And it came to all the cash you had, all the investments you had, and all the property you had, including Wicken’s Hunt.” He managed a grin, trying to ease the impact of the depressing news. “You were actually short sixty-five cents so I threw it in for you, no charge.”
Charlie snorted. “What a Christmas present. And the other lottery winners get to keep all their money. That’s not fair.”
“They paid their taxes, Charlie,” Riggs replied.
“She’s paid taxes.”
“Only since coming back to this country and only under the name Catherine Savage.”
“Well, she couldn’t before. Not without probably going to prison for a crime she didn’t commit.”
“Well, gee, that’s a real winning argument.”