Life Everlasting (Santee, Book 2) (An Alexia Lindale Novel, Band 2) - Softcover

Whitlow, Robert

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0849943752 ISBN 13: 9780849943751

Verlag: Thomas Nelson, 2004

Inhaltsangabe

With her client's husband somewhere between this world and the next, attorney Alexia Lindale makes an everlasting choice.

The youngest son of a family consumed by greed, Baxter Richardson lingers on this earth in a coma. His wife wants him dead to protect her secrets. His brother wants him dead to gain control of the family empire. And though Baxter's father fights to keep him alive, even he has ulterior motives.

But Baster has a surprising ally. A classically trained painist, Ted Morgan believes music can be used as prayer. And Ted's divinely-inspired playing has been slowly pulling Baxter back from the brink of death.

Attorney Alexia Lindale represents Baxter's wife, Rena, but has no idea that she and her client are being played in a game that has higher stakes than a single legal case.

As Baxter grows stronger, the more endangered he becomes. As Alexia navigates her responsibilities to her client, her relationship with the gifted musician, and her new relationship with God, she must discern the truth as it pertains to life, death, and life everlasting.

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Robert Whitlow is the bestselling author of legal novels set in the South and winner of the Christy Award for Contemporary Fiction. He received his JD with honors from the University of Georgia School of Law where he served on the staff of the Georgia Law Review. Website: robertwhitlow.com; Twitter: @whitlowwriter; Facebook: robertwhitlowbooks.

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Chapter One

The light shineth in the darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.
--John 1:5 kjv

Baxter Richardson opened his eyes. He didn't know where he was or how he had gotten there, but the pale white ceiling pushed aside the impenetrable darkness that had threatened to engulf him. He lay still, not yet aware that he couldn't do anything else.

He heard a woman singing. With the sound came a memory. He closed his eyes. Music had rescued him from the abyss and guided him through the black mist. Without the music, he would never have found his way to the light.

He opened his mouth to speak, to ask a question of the singing voice. But all that came out was a groan. The singing voice stopped. A speaking voice replaced it.

"Mr. Richardson, I'm Sarah Locklear, one of the nurses taking care of you. Can you hear me?"

Baxter tried to open his eyes a second time, but they refused to obey.

"Mr. Richardson," the voice repeated. "You're at home in Santee in the cottage next door to your house. Your wife is there now. Do you want me to get her?"

The darkness reappeared. The young man fought to drive it back.

"Did you hear the music?"

Baxter watched in terror as the darkness grew until it met over his head like a great black bowl.

"If you can hear me, make a sound."

Baxter moaned in agony of soul. The circle of darkness was complete, and the sides began to move slowly, inexorably, downward. Once the inky gloom enveloped him, he knew he would be dead. Lower and lower it came. He gasped for breath.

"Praise God!" the voice said. "Thank you, Jesus."

The darkness moved to within inches of Baxter's face and stopped, an invisible force held at bay by an unseen power.

The singing voice returned. The stalemate continued. But as the voice grew stronger, tiny flashes of light began to streak across the dark like shooting stars, glimmers of hope in a hopeless world. Baxter listened. The melody rose to a higher place. The pinpoints of light increased. Their flickering glory didn't fade.

Baxter took a deep breath.

----

Rena Richardson rolled over in bed and opened her eyes. Her hair had fallen over her face, and when she looked sleepily toward the bedroom door, she mistook the man standing there for a few strands of blonde hair twisted together. She brushed the hair from her face. The figure remained. She jerked awake and sat up.

"Who is it?" she called out, her voice echoing in the large bedroom. She reached for the nightstand drawer.

The man stayed in the shadows without moving. Rena opened the drawer and felt the cool barrel of the pistol. She grabbed the gun.

Her voice trembled. "I have a gun!"

The man didn't move or speak. Rena pointed the pistol, but her hand shook so badly she wasn't sure she could hit the doorway, much less an intruder half hidden in the shadows.

The man still refused to budge. Rena squinted and rubbed her eyes with her left hand. Suspicion surfaced. Still holding the gun, she reached over and turned on a small lamp. The dim beam barely reached across the room to the door, but there was no mistaking the identity of her visitor.

Baxter.

Rena collapsed back onto the pillow for a moment and shut her eyes before bouncing up for another look.

"Are you still there?" she asked peevishly.

The figure continued to stare at her impassively.

"You know, if you would talk, it would make everything more realistic," she said.

Usually her husband left at the sound of her voice.

"What do you want from me? I don't have anything for you!"

The figure stayed put.

"Why don't you die and get a life?" Rena yelled.

The incongruity of her question struck her as funny. She gave a short laugh.

"That's it!" she called out. "Get a life!"

Rena threw off the covers and stood. She'd had enough. Always before, her husband had disappeared when confronted. If need be, she would put her fist through his face to prove him false. She glanced down at the floor to retrieve one of her satin slippers. When she looked up, Baxter was gone. She rushed to the hallway and turned on the light. Nothing. She went to the top of the stairs and looked down. Except for the usual nighttime creaks, the old house was deserted.

"And don't come back!" she screamed. "Do you hear me? Don't come back!"

----

Alexia Lindale sat at the desk in her makeshift office typing the last few lines of a letter to the lawyer on the other side of a divorce case. Her phone buzzed.

"Alex, it's Rena Richardson," said the receptionist for the real-estate company where Alex was temporarily quartered. "She says it's urgent."

Everything with Rena was urgent.

The transfer went through and Alex picked up the receiver. "What is it?"

Rena's breathless voice held the twang of the Appalachian hills where she'd been raised. "Jeffrey came to see me this morning. He gave me the information you need to sue his father for using the power of attorney to transfer property out of Baxter's name."

"What kind of information?"

"Names of companies, how much Baxter owned before the accident, and the amount that he owns now."

Alex picked up a folder from the stack of Richardson files on the corner of her desk. Inside was a copy of a durable power of attorney Baxter had signed at age eighteen giving his father, Ezra, absolute control over his personal and business affairs.

"Give them to me."

Rena listed the names of the companies and percentages of ownership. Alex didn't recognize any of the entities. In a small town like Santee, the identity of every viable local business enterprise should be common knowledge.

"They're probably shell companies or subsidiaries of Richardson and Company set up for particular projects," Alex said.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

The lawyer ran her fingers through her dark hair. "I'm thinking out loud. I'll need you to fax Jeffrey's list to me. Did Jeffrey tell you why he is willing to sabotage his father?"

"He wants to help me and thinks it's wrong what Ezra's doing to me and Baxter."

Alex had heard this before, yet remained unconvinced of Jeffrey's altruism.

Her client continued, "And he still doesn't know that you know he's giving me information. He wrote down the names of several Richardson employees and said I should mention them if anyone asks how you found out what Ezra is doing."

"I'm not going to do that," Alex retorted. "And I won't let you do it either. If you're questioned under oath about your sources, you'll have to tell the truth. Jeffrey can't hide behind you."

"You don't understand," Rena said. "It's not like that. He wants to help me."

Alex drew a small target in the margin of her legal pad and put Rena's initials in the bull's-eye.

"Why would Jeffrey turn on his father and risk so much to help a woman who married his brother only six months ago? How can you trust him?"

Rena's voice revealed a hint of panic. "Don't argue with me. Just check out the information. I can't make Jeffrey . . ." she stopped.

"Mad?" Alex offered. "What is going on, Rena?"

The phone was silent for a moment.

"It's not that," Rena answered in a calmer tone. "It's best for me to cooperate with him. We can help each other. He doesn't think it will be necessary to go very far with a lawsuit before his father will back down. Then it won't be necessary to tell who gave us the information."

"I can't count on that," Alex said. "And it's foolish to think that filing a lawsuit against someone as powerful as your father-in-law is going to scare him into doing the right thing. Using the power of attorney to transfer property from Baxter's name is technically legal, and it will take a court order to stop...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Thomas Nelson
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2004
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0849943752
• ISBN 13: 9780849943751
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 416
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