Operation Nanny. Paula Graves

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СКАЧАТЬ needed his help. A lot. And not just with Katie.

      He was counting on that fact.

      * * *

      IN NO BIG hurry to return to the isolation of the Cherry Grove farmhouse, Lacey detoured southeast to Arlington, calling Detective Bolling with the Arlington County Police Department Homicide/Robbery Unit. As lead investigator into the car bomb that had killed Marianne and Toby, he was certain to be interested in what had happened to her in Frederick earlier that day.

      He met her in a small café a few blocks from her apartment, smiling at Katie as they sat. “How’s she doing?”

      Lacey shrugged. “Hard to know. She’s not a big talker yet.”

      Bolling gave her a look of sympathy before he went into business mode. He listened intently as she told him about the ambush in Frederick, copying the name of the Frederick detective who’d given her his card. “I’ll give him a call. You sure you and the little one are okay?”

      “Someone came to our rescue. Chased the guy away. There were two of them, did I mention that? The one who pulled the gun on me got into a van waiting for him down the alley from the employment agency.”

      Bolling frowned at that. “Sounds premeditated. Having a getaway vehicle in place.”

      “That’s what I thought, too. I think they wanted to abduct me, Detective Bolling. Otherwise, why didn’t he just shoot me right there?”

      Bolling’s brow furrowed as he considered that possibility. “That’s a departure from a car bomb.”

      “Do you think the situations could be unrelated?”

      “Maybe. But it doesn’t seem likely, does it?” Bolling’s frown deepened. “What were you doing at an employment agency in Frederick, anyway?”

      “Hiring a nanny.”

      Bolling looked at Katie. “Does that mean you’re going back to work?”

      Why did everyone assume hiring a nanny equaled returning to her job at the network? What did they think—that all women just naturally knew how to care for a two-year-old when one was dropped in their laps?

      Immediately, she felt guilty for the flash of irritation. Most women probably did have at least some clue how to care for a small child. Even those who weren’t in the position financially and professionally to take a sabbatical from work.

      “No, I’m not going back to work yet. But I don’t have a lot of experience caring for a child.” She stirred her glass of ginger ale with a long red straw, not meeting Bolling’s gaze. She didn’t want to know what he thought of that admission. Pity or disapproval would be equally unwelcome.

      “Did you find a suitable candidate?”

      “Maybe.”

      “If you’d like, we could run a background check before you hire her.”

      “Not necessary,” she assured him. She was as capable as the police to run a background check on Jim Mercer. Maybe more so, since her network connections gave her access to information even the police couldn’t get their hands on. Not without a warrant, anyway. “But I’d like to stay in the loop if you hear anything from the Frederick police about my assailant. I didn’t get the feeling Detective Braun was interested in keeping me updated.”

      “I will tell you if anything important comes out of the investigation,” Bolling promised. “You sure you don’t want something to eat? My treat.”

      “No, but thanks.” What she wanted, she realized with despair, was to go to her place in Virginia Square, sleep in her own bed and wake up to find everything that had happened in the past couple of weeks was nothing but a bad dream.

      But that wasn’t going to happen. Marianne was gone. She wasn’t coming back. And Lacey couldn’t shake the feeling that there might be worse yet to come.

      “Have you given any more consideration to hiring private security?” Bolling asked.

      “I’ve considered it. But I’m trying to stay off the press’s radar, at least for now. Hiring security guards would just draw more attention to me.” She lowered her voice to a whisper after looking around to see if anyone was listening. “Especially in Cherry Grove.”

      “You’re afraid that instead of covering the story, you’ll suddenly be the story?”

      She nodded. “Katie has enough to deal with as it is. I don’t want her little face plastered all over cable news for the next few weeks.”

      “You have enough to deal with, too. I get it.” Bolling put a ten on the table between them and stood up. “Come on. I’ll walk you to your car.”

      The temperature had dropped by several degrees while they were in the café, Lacey noted. The snow predicted for the end of the week might come sooner than expected. She’d have to make sure they were stocked with plenty of firewood in case the power to the farmhouse went out in the storm.

      “Is this vehicle registered in your name?” Bolling asked as he helped her settle Katie in her car seat.

      “No,” she answered. “It belonged to Toby and Marianne, so I guess it belongs to Katie and me now. I might as well use it until I can get another vehicle.”

      “Just be careful, Lacey. Okay? I know it’s possible what happened to you today was random, but...”

      But it wasn’t likely. She knew that already.

      “I’ll be in touch,” she promised.

      Meanwhile, she had some background checking to do.

      * * *

      JIM HADN’T FIGURED on hearing from Lacey Miles for a few days. He knew she’d already talked to the references he’d provided on his résumé, but he was pretty sure she wouldn’t have stopped there. He’d been watching her reporting for a few years now. He knew she was smart, prepared, resourceful and very, very thorough.

      So it was with some surprise that he heard her voice on the phone shortly after lunchtime the day after the interview. “Mr. Mercer? This is Lacey Miles.”

      He put down the Glock he was cleaning and sat up straighter. “Ms. Miles. How’s Katie? How are you, for that matter? Recovered from the attack?”

      She didn’t answer for a moment, as if his questions caught her off guard. “We’re fine,” she said after a couple of beats of silence. “Just fine. I’m calling about the job you interviewed for yesterday.”

      “Yes. Have you made a decision?”

      “I have,” she said, her voice a little stronger. “I’d like to hire you to care for my niece. Were you serious when you said you could go to work immediately?”

      “Yes, I was.”

      “Then could you be here by four this afternoon? I have somewhere I need to go this evening. Somewhere I can’t take Katie.”

      He frowned, СКАЧАТЬ