Colleen Coble - The Lightkeepers Daughter

A DVANCE P RAISE FOR
T HE L IGHTKEEPERS D AUGHTER

"Colleen Coble has long been a favorite storyteller of mine. I love the way she weaves intrigue and Gods love in to a story chock-full of carefully crafted characters. If youre looking for an awesome writerI highly recommend her!

"Colleen delivers a heart-warming romanceand plot twists that will keep you guessing until the final page! Perhaps best of all, her novels call us to a deeper, richer faith.

" The Lightkeepers Daughter is a maze of twists and turns with an opening that grabs the reader instantly. With so many red herrings, the villain caught me by surprise.

O THER N OVELS BY
C OLLEEN C OBLE I NCLUDE

The Rock Harbor series

Without a Trace
Beyond a Doubt
Into the Deep
Cry in the Night

The Aloha Reef series

Distant Echoes
Black Sands
Dangerous Depths

Alaska Twilight
Fire Dancer
Midnight Sea
Abomination
Anathema
Lonestar Sanctuary
Lonestar Secrets

THE
LIGHTKEEPERS
DAUGHTER

A Mercy Falls Novel

Colleen Coble

2009 by Colleen Coble

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Coble, Colleen.
The lightkeepers daughter : a Mercy Falls novel / Colleen Coble.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-1-59554-267-0 (softcover : alk. paper)
1. NanniesFiction. 2. CaliforniaHistory18501950Fiction. 3. Domestic fiction. I. Title.
PS3553.O2285L54 2010
813'.54dc22

2009045066

Printed in the United States of America

09 10 11 12 13 RRD 6 5 4 3 2 1

For Ami,
Im so glad you encouraged me to write this book!
Thanks for always being my champion.

CONTENTS

1884

T HE SHIPS DECK rolled under his feet, and he widened his stance to protect his balance and the toddler in his arms. Where was she? Hed been from one end of the steamer to the other. Laura was nowhere to be found. He shifted the sleeping child and eyed the black clouds hovering low on the horizon. A lighthouse winked in the darkening seascape. The wind whipped the waves into a frenzy and tore at the masts. The boat fell into a trough, and the stern rose as the bow tipped. He grabbed at the railing for support. A rumble came to his ears. Thunder? Deckhands rushed by him, and he caught the faint stench of smoke.

Fire! a man shouted. Theres been an explosion!

He turned to see smoke pouring from the hold. People milled on the deck, and crewmen rushed to lower the lifeboat. He grabbed the arm of a passing crewman and shouted over the howling wind. The pretty woman with the red hair in a pompadour. Have you seen her?

Shes gone. Left first thing this morning before we left the dock. This ship is going down, mate. Get on the lifeboat now! The man jerked his arm away.

He watched the crewman rush to help panicking passengers into the lifeboat. Gone. How could she leave without a word? Laura would never leave her child. Other people streamed by him on their way to safety, but he stood rooted to the deck until the little girl in his arms whimpered.

Mama, she said. Papa.

He studied her eyes, so like her mothers. We must get you to shore, he said. His purpose found, he strode to the lifeboat. Wide-eyed passengers crammed every seat. Some had other people on their laps. There was no room. Not for him.

He held up the little girl. Please, someone save her!

Hurry, mister! a crewman yelled. Throw her into the boat.

A woman held out her arms. Ill take her.

Julia clutched him and wailed. Its okay, darling, he soothed. He kissed her smooth cheek, then lowered her into the womans arms. The woman had barely settled the child when the steamer lurched and shuddered. It began to break apart as the lifeboat hit the roiling waves. He watched the men in the boat strain at the oars, but the waves swamped it, and it was making little headway.

He couldnt stay here or hed go down with the steamer. Shucking his morning coat and shoes, he climbed to the rail and dived overboard. Cold salt water filled his mouth and nose. He struggled to the surface and gulped in air before another wave caught him. The fury of the current took him under again, and he lost track of how many times he managed to snatch a breath before being thrust toward the ocean floor once more. A dozen? A hundred?

Finally his knees scraped rock, and a wave vomited him from the sea to the shore. Nearly unconscious, he lay gasping on blessed ground. He swam in and out of darkness until his brain regained enough function to remember Julia. His stomach heaved seawater onto the sand, and the retching brought him around. He managed to get on his hands and knees and stayed there a few moments until his head cleared and he could stumble to his feet. He gawked at the devastation scattered across the beach.

The sea had torn the lifeboat to splinters. Bodies and debris lay strewn up and down the coast. Shudders racked his body, and he lurched along the rocks. Julia! he called. The wind tossed his words back at him. She had to be alive. He ran up and down the littered shore but found no trace of the little girl he loved nearly as much as he loved her mother.

1907

A DDIE S ULLIVANS STIFF fingers refused to obey her as she struggled to unbutton her voluminous nightgown. The lighthouse bucked with the wind, and she swallowed hard. Her room was freezing, because theyd run out of coal last week and had no money to buy more. Her German shepherd, Gideon, whined and licked her hand. She had to get dressed, but she stood paralyzed.

A storm like this never failed to bring the familiar nightmares to mind. She could taste the salt water on her tongue and feel the helplessness of being at the mercy of the waves. Her parents insisted shed never been in a shipwreck, but throughout her life shed awakened screaming in the night, imagining she was drowning. In her nightmare, she struggled against a faceless man who tossed her into the water from a burning ship.

Thunder rumbled outside like a beast rising from the raging waves, and the sound drew her unwilling attention again. The Lord on high is mightier than the noise of many waters, yea, than the mighty waves of the sea, she whispered. Her agitation eased, and she reached for her dress.

The front door slammed, and her mothers voice called out. Addie, I need your help! Get your kit.

The urgency in her words broke Addies paralysis. She grabbed her dressing gown. The medical kit was in the bottom of her chifforobe cabinet. Come, Gideon, she said.

Carrying the metal box of bandages, acetylsalicylic acid powder, and carbolic acid, she rushed down the steps with her dog on her heels. She found her mother in the parlor. The patient lay on the rug by the fireplace. Her mother, lighthouse keeper Josephine Sullivan, stepped back when Addie entered the room. The womans overalls and jacket were drenched from the rain and surf.